Empty Promise

I'm Olivia, a woman who looks like a rascal who walks on city ground. Leaving all of life is perfect for one reason. I ran away from my father, who was drunk and always made my life difficult—the older man bastard who always looked me in the eye with another meaning. A man who can't be called a father. He's an angry bastard who doesn't become manipulative. I hate him, but he's the only man I can have after the man I loved left and I lost his existence. I hope I can find that man again. But Father will be angry if I say about him again.

Back to myself right now, I'm in the city with plastic shoes that are slightly covered with dew.

Amidst the tall buildings in the frigid air, I walked amidst the pressing pedestrians and the noises. Some chatter accidentally sounded in my ear.

"Bastard!"

"How many?"

"Are you ready to go?"

The temperature was rising, my skin shivered, and my eyes closed every time a cold wind passed. It feels excruciating.

"I can't do it anymore. As the night goes on, the temperature gets higher."

I stood at the bus stop, blowing my hands a few times. I'm hoping to get a little warm air. A small child was running happily, coming towards me. His little hand stretched out.

"Candy."

I, with a confused expression, ignored his outstretched hand. The boy pulled my clothes a little and looked back at me with an innocent and pitiful face.

"Candy."

"Sorry, but I don't have candy."

"You want candy?"

A man with a handsome face and a sweet, perfect body gives two candy wrappers to a small child.

"Here's some candy for you, little girl."

The little boy smiled and ran away. I was standing under the bus stop with a strange man beside me.

"Are you a hired woman?"

I was shocked, holding anger inside me. I tried to regulate my mood better.

"Don't you know, I am-"

"Don't deny it! Look at your clothes. Everyone knows you're a hired girl."

I lowered my clothes a little, then wiped my eyes.

"Why are you taking care of other people's lives? Are you a state official who has to secure the situation?"

The man became silent. I had left him at a loss for words. If the wind weren't so strong, I would have left immediately without looking back.

"You're afraid to talk to the rental woman? I don't know if I'll get any customers tonight."

I looked at the night sky, the cold air still shattering my skin.

"What time is it? Should I go home?"

I touched the shivering skin on my face and said, "I'll be back tomorrow."

When I took the first step, suddenly, a hand tapped my shoulder and made me stop. I looked back, and the annoying man's face became close to mine.

The annoying guy smiled at me and asked, "How much?"

I am staring at him closely, looking at him while talking. I feel like I've seen his face somewhere. This face is familiar to me.

The foreign man looked at me, annoyed. He slightly shook my shoulder, Hey, Miss, I asked how much?"