My Little Sunshine

Staring intensely at the screen of her laptop, preparing mentally for the worst to happen once her fingers hit the keyboard, Matilda took in deep breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart but little it did, her heart was beating hard against her chest and trying to surpress it with the breathing exercise was leaving her with little air. She sighed shutting her eyes tightly then suddenly she opened it, rubbing her palms together to bring a warm feel to it.

Her index finger reaching out slowly to the keyboard and when it finally touched it, her desperate movements did not stop as she logged on to a site that read "Sugar baby, find a billionaire." She signed in and when she checked her dashboard it read again "No clients." With an animated doll sticking it's tongue out as a sign of mockery. Her chest dropped in an instant, like always she was met with another heartbreaking disappiontment. She stared dead at the screen, a drop of tear making its way down her cheek. She slammed the screen against the keyboard and gave up her head in a rest on the table shedding tears of failure.

Why was this happening to her? Why was life so mean to her? Two years into the business of being a sugar baby and all she got were low income earners who needed an extra juice for themselves and the only breakthrough she had experienced so far was being a sugar baby to a man in his late eighties, he was old and his appearance was irritating enough to make any girl throw up, but the money she got from him was paying most of her bills, it wasn't enough even though he was filthy rich, he led her on with the promise that once he gave up in his battle of survival he would give her the greatest part of his wealth. That alone was enough to keep her by his side. It was vicious waiting for one to pass on to inherit some wealth but that was her only hope of a real breakthrough.

"Not again!" She yelled crying out her eyes, she had put all her hope on this and promised herself that if she failed this time she would stick to her old man and once he was gone she would never go back to being a sugar baby. She picked up her phone that lay close to her system and her jaw dropped with her mouth opened. It was few minutes to her shift, she also worked as a bartender to help boost her income even though she hated it, it had been one struggle to the other to make ends meet, at this point life was becoming unbearably frustrating.

Rushing into the bathroom she took a quick bath dumped herself inside a blue gown that was slightly above her knees and tied her dark hair into a bun, she was quite clumpsy trying to get herself in order before leaving for work.

"You're late again!" Marcus her boss yelled, his eyes glaring threateningly at her.

"I can expl...."

"Save it!" He cut her off walking past her, her chest dropped in relieve he wasn't on about ranting today like he used to. That was at least the nicest thing she got today.

She dumped her bag on the table, pulling a chair out which she sat crossing her leg.

"I hate this job."