I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry Michelle. You're fired, you can't even explain how a hundred and fifty bucks got missing. You're lucky I didn't call the cops on you, " My boss said.

With my hurting knees and flooded cheeks, I sought for another chance to prove him wrong. I'd never steal from him, no matter how hard the situation at home could be.

Leave now, or I'll change my mind on not calling the cops on you. He threatened.

I left the cafe with a bunch of load in my mind, my eyes must be likened to that of a frog and I didn't make any attempt to hide that. Getting fired from work only means I'll have nothing to survive with anymore.

My parents barely even remember that they still have a child, all they do is to secretly move any money they see and spend it on alcohol.

On getting home, it was exactly what I thought I'd see; my passed out parents in the living room with the door ajar.

I didn't waste any more time, I grabbed my really old laptop and started job hunting. I sent applications to every company I stumbled upon, some of them were in need of an office messenger, others were clerks.

I was about to close the page when I saw an opening in the biggest enterprise in NYC. It was the position of a janitor, I sent my application and necessary documents without a second thought.

Barely five minutes later, I got an email from Vin enterprise that my application for the job of a janitor has been approved.

This can't be true. I only just applied a few minutes ago, how's this even possible? I muttered to myself, without showing any enthusiasm.

"Maybe it's just one of the spam blogs playing tricks on me." I said again, carefully going through the message then another message entered, this time on my mobile phone.

The dress code for tomorrow is blue and black, be at the headquarters by seven am, we don't condone tardiness. Best regards, Vin enterprise.

That was when the real scream broke out of my throat. I screamed till I noticed that it's night already. I've sorne hours going through job hunting that I didn't even check the time.

I slept off with a smile on my face. Working as a janitor really isn't what I really want, but when it's the biggest enterprise in the whole of New York, with a fat salary, it's manageable.

~

Good morning, I'm Mic- " I was cut off before I could finish the line.

Michelle. I'll give it to you, you're early. I'll do the necessary procedure later, kindly take the elevator to the eighth floor, you're meant to clean the CEOS office. The girl who's meant to do it resigned yesterday. The head of the department said.

I was given the necessary things for cleaning immediately and I took the elevator, going to my first assignment.

When I got to the floor, I met the personal assistant who told me that the CEO would be here in one hour and I needed to be fast.

I was cleaning the chairs when the door opened. The most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes upon came in, he didn't even spare me a glance though I was sure he saw me.

I couldn't look at him for another second but it was so obvious that it was Vincent. I thought the woman said he wouldn't be in till after two hours.

The room suddenly got hotter even though it was hot when I came in at first. The only thing he did was to set a fix at the cleaning materials in my hand and look away.

Good morning sir." Silence.

Well, here we go. I continued cleaning the office, almost dying from the severely reduced oxygen being in the same room with the famous head of Vin enterprise.

When I was done with cleaning, I all but ran out of the office, being in there feels like a seven times heated oven as that man himself looks like he could kill with his looks.

I see you have met him. "The woman said when I got back to where she was before."

My face must be as white as a sheet now out of nervousness. He hadn't said a word and I don't even know him, but the stare and silence was enough to make anyone's heart race.

It's okay, you'll definitely get used to this. I still don't know her name, but she looked like the boss on this floor.

I hope so." I muttered.

~

After a really strenuous day at work, I was so exhausted that I wondered how I got home with how stressed I was.

Where have you been, wh*re? "My father's slurry voice met my ears immediately I opened the door to the house.

How come the door is even locked, it's always open till I get home at night. Wait, what I should be worried about is the fact that my father is wearing a long face.

I looked up to see him already glaring at me, my mother was by his side, she could barely stand on her own.

I've been out working." I answered.

What now? You got another job or you were just wh*ring around the whole city? He asked, his glare hardened even more.

I sighed, resisting the urge to just walk out on him. I'm really tired of things like these.

I didn't take a new job, we only closed late today. Telling him I got a new job is only going to make their demand for money even higher.

"That's none of my business. What happened to the money in your drawer?" "I needed it and I used it." I replied.

A stinging provocation took over him and his hand went straight to my face, making a resounding sound in the room.

My mother's eyes flew open on hearing the sound, the moment she saw that it was me, she also started glaring hard at me.

I held my cheeks in my hand with pressured streams threatening to roll down my cheeks but I held it back.

You know what?! I'm not going to stand here and watch you both abuse me again! What have I ever done to deserve this? I work my ass out just to make sure you're both comfortable and this is what I get?! I yelled angrily.

Did I just talk back to my parents? I've never done this before no matter how hard the pressure is.

You want to know what you did? "It's that you are alive while your brother died saving you!"