Aftermath

Prostitution.

Sounds difficult?

Not as bad as when you do it secretly. 

But what if it doesn't remain a secret? 

Especially when someone who should not know, finds out about it?

Until I Met You

I woke up at the sound of something pushed around. I vaguely felt the cluttering sound made by moving dishes. I stood up as alarm bells started going in my head. Someone was in my house. Clutching my hand around a pillow, I looked around frantically to find something that I could use as a weapon. 


Like my shitty luck, I found nothing. I didn't have any other option but to unplug the wire cord of my lamp and took it with me as a weapon. I took out my phone and dialed 911. 


“It's 911. What's your emergency?” The dispatcher asked me from the other side of the line. I tip- toed to my door and opened it. 


“I think someone had broken into my house.” I whispered to the dispatcher. I walked down the stairs quietly and looked around in the kitchen. No one was there. I entered the kitchen looking for anything that must be missing. 


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