Chapter Twenty-One

Bette Porter narration

I came ‘home’ crying for what felt like the millionth time after working all night long (it was already morning). The only difference was that this time, it was much worse.

My fear had come true, I had known it all along but it was such a shock to actually experience it. My new job appeared to be just like the last one at first, as Fiona had told me it would be. But soon it got clear that the customers wanted more of me, much more. They tried to squeeze my breasts or my ass and scared the hell out of me. When I complained about it… well, the marks are there.

It was only my first day and I knew that soon I would have to do what those customers asked from me. I didn’t want to and if Fiona thought I was a spoilt brat, it was her problem and not mine.

To my surprise, she was already there as I entered the small flat/slum we lived in, or at least tried to. The place was all dirty and there were a few leaks. It was easy to fall ill and I had to be really careful. I was saving my strengths, God knows what for.

“Fiona?” I asked, as I saw her sitting. I only saw her back and her body seemed to be shaking. I went over to her, uncomfortably throwing an arm around her. We weren’t very intimate and it felt weird to do this, although it is a normal thing to do.

She pulled me away and as she half turned around, I saw her face was all flushed and the tears were flowing down her cheek.

“What happened?” I asked worriedly. At that very moment, my eye fell on what she was holding in her hand. It was the picture of Tina and me that I held under my mattress.

She finally looked up at me. I saw a mix of anger and hurt in her eyes. It didn’t do me much, she had made me so angry and so hurt all the time I couldn’t care less if she felt like that. I should’ve known that was a sign that we weren’t good, just the fact how she forced me into so much and how I didn’t really care if she was upset.