☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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My eyes opened due to the numb right part of my body. The horrible shock of blurry vision greeted me as I blinked several times in a panic. As my vision became clear I realised I slept leaning on a wall last night or should I say early morning,
Jack was lying in front of me, his bruise a gross shade of yellow after four days of the fight. But some injuries were severe than the visible ones like the defeat in is eyes of not able to pull himself out of this place.
I wiped my hands on my torn jeans and get up on tip toes keeping noise to a minimum. My stomach grumbled loudly and I felt nausea hit me. We have been without food last night which was a common occurrence but with Jack on medicines, we needed to arrange food. He has been injured before but never like this never has he fought with a Royal before.
Sam and Anne sometimes served drinks in a local bar where they hire waitress on a daily basis since it is filled with perverts and no girl stays for too long. Me, on the other hand, was forbidden by Sam and Jack to ever step in such a place. But I wanted to help, I always want to help and now as I have numbered breaths I had to repay Jack and Sam for what they did.
Shawn was already giving me wage but that would come at the end of the month, I already asked for medicines from him I couldn't ask more so I ended up at the only place that can get me a quick money job if I wanted to pay for medicines and food.
Sabir the old drunk who taught me to read and write was an expert in card playing. Many times the guy would go and make bets with people, played card and won money for his daily dose of alcohol. He was a man with the talent of deception and people liked to keep away from him but he was also known to give you some low time jobs and quick money.
"You come empty handed Reen." He looked like he always does, red hooded eyes, drunken stupor and torn white tee too big for his lanky frame. His grey hair seemed to miss out in few patches and he coughed time and again.
"I need help, Sabir," I asked him out front with no time to waste.
"I can't give you anything unless you get me a bottle." He said and a cough followed.
"Jack is unwell." I played my Jack card since he was one of the few kinder kids on the street and everyone respected him.
This got his attention and he frowned barely keeping his head in position.
"He will kill himself one day." He grumbled and pulled his knees together leaning back on the wall behind him.
"Sabir." I reminded him that I was still there.
"Serve the table at this casino and you might get hefty tips." He slurred and looked at me with pity.
"Casino?" There were a lot of them around and the crowd is really rich but I have no idea how to work there.
"Yes, I can get you in. But stay clear of guests there, not nice to girls like you." He forced out the words coughing badly.
I nodded not thinking too much about the consequences. Going to die soon changes a certain perspective and even though there are times when I just sit alone under some tree in the nearby park and cry my heart out, there are also times when I feel reckless.
