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It was a job, just a one night job. Little did she know it would change her whole life forever and perhaps, not all changes are for the worst. Some actually led you to happy ever after....

Chapter 1 The beginning

Charlene is always singing at the top of her voice in the shower, like that was going to make the lyrics of the song any more real than it already is. Her last relationship did take a toll on her because I can hear swear words not in the original lyric from her. From Beyonce to Lewis Capaldi, she always screamed at the top of her voice. "Good morning roommate, I hope I didn't wake up." it's funny how she always says that. I am good Charlene, slept like a baby while you took a shower. We have been roommates for the longest time since I remember.

We moved into our little apartment after working our asses off and saving for a year. While I work in daycare and make little earnings from changing diapers and caring for little children, Charlene works in a club "The Hassle" She would always call it, but it's called "FUN". "G, can I get that sexy tank top of yours? I need extra tips when I work my shift". She calls me G like it's the name of her favourite perfume or pet. "You can check the drawer at the top close to your collection" By collection, I mean her box of already used condom packs. Please don't bother wanting to know why Charlene has a collection of used condoms.

The little pineapple we call our apartment has a little porch where we plant cute little daisies. It reminds me of her, she always smelled like daisies. Planting was her favourite thing to do, it was her way of escaping from the world until he smashed it and smashed her too. I am deep in thought when Charlene says" We are getting new VVIPs today. I am talking about huge tips, ass spanking and all that crazy if you know what I mean". Do you ever meet someone enthusiastic to go to work? It's Charlene. Those who work VVIP are asked to wear fancy face masks so they don't get to see the face of the next man who smacks their ass or tips them in their bra. "Hey G, can you hear me? I am talking about huge tips and a lot of dancing. I am getting tipped, Guinevere". I heard your Char, I did. Today is my day off and I thought to relax, cook something delicious and catch up on my favourite genre of movie. I can tell you everything about crime, and action movies all day. The suspense, the sound of the guns, and those breaks before you see the bad guy or the good guy wins get me so excited. My mom would always say" In the end, love wins" Well, mum, love barely ever wins. If it did, he would have been your salvation and not your damnation. You see, marriage, and kids, are definitely off my list of things to do. Char always tells me "G, you are going to end up with a fat cat all alone". It never bothers me because cats wouldn't break your heart or your head. She rambles all about her job and clothes and shoes. Char, always talks. I plug in my earphones so she knows I am done with her conversation and focus on the latest on my list when I hear a crash sound. That startles me and I look up to find Char on the ground with her ankles twisted at an awkward angle. Oh my God! Char, are you okay? She seems to take a minute to respond and when she does, she sounds really in pain. I try to lift her and "Owww, G, I think it's broken". I take the heels off which caused this damage in the first place. Char, how did you end up on your ass? "I was trying out my new babies when I slipped on this silk dress and fell". This is really bad. I try my best to lifher up and place her on the bed. Rush into the kitchen to get some clean towels, grab ice from the fridge and cool her ankles. I wouldn't be able to work my shift now,G, what the hell am I going to do now? I literally need all I can get from my shift to save up for expenses. I feel really bad for Char but it's not like there is anything I can do about it. I guess I wouldn't be spending my day alone anymore, which is not appealing.

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