ASHLEY.
"Morning Logan. " I greeted my boss.
"Morning Ash, what took you so long?" He asked concerned.
"Nothing much boss,had to tend to my sister before getting here, sorry for the late coming." I apologized.
"No problems Ash, I envy your type...you don't go around engaging in dirty jobs that brings fast pay, rather you're willing to work here despite the small pay." he praises me.
"Thanks boss."
"My pleasure Ash."
While talking Emelia, my close friend also came in from where she went to deliver some things.
"Morning Ash."
"Morning Lia. "
"A customer is waiting for you, go fast and come back I have something to tell you."
"Sure baby, be right back."
Striding to the customer's table I took my dish chart along;
"Good day sir, what are your orders?"
"I need a plate of two bacon eggs with some loaf of bread and a cup of coffee."
"Okay sir, be right in a few."
I love music so much, it was some sort of inspiration to me while cooking. I picked my headset placed them on head playing " wild thoughts by Rihanna." I moved and nodded my head left right to the rythm of the song. in thirty minutes I was done. I placed them on the tray, arranging them to look attractive.
I placed it on front of the man who immediately handed me the bill for the meal. He added extra cash telling me it was a tip for my job well done. I thanked him going back to my position.
Emelia and I discussed about our private life, served customers and before we knew it...it was late in the night.
I walked alone on my street it was alittle bit quiet and dark, I could hear some footsteps way so close to me. I turned back but didn't find anyone, My instinct told me I was been followed but then shake the thought off my head. Maybe it was just my imaginations.
I reached my abode to my find sister sleeping, I changed my clothes ready to lie beside her when my worthless, irresponsible father came in reeking of alcohol.
"Father why are you home this late?"
"Who are you to question me ?" He asked looking at me like I was some horrible being not worth seeing.
"Extraño mucho a mamá, me pregunto dónde conocerá a un hombre desafortunado comp tú" {missed mom so much, I wonder where she met an unfortunate man like you}, i spat at him in Spanish.
"Sabía que eras una niña Buena para nada, el mismo día que naciste. Deja mi Vista antes de que olvide que eres una chica y the golpee" {You are a good-for-nothing girl, I knew it the very day you were born. Now leave my sight before I forget you are a girl and hit you}, he said back in Spanish.
"And you call yourself a father, you want to hit your child who goes out to fend for themselves and you. You are not worth calling one and I would never drop my hard earn money for you to squander on baseless things." I muttered.
"Fine, keep your useless money, but put it in my mind I would deal with you for what you've said today— mark my words." he said going out again into the cold, dangerous night.
I palmed my face, my mother never listened to me, I told her not to involve herself in such jobs. If she was here I wouldn't have to face the world like I had no one.
I slept off... thinking about tommorow's job hoping it blesses me.
