"Being a doctor at the busiest hospital in the city has its disadvantages, but it also has its advantages. Like meeting a super hot Hawaiian who may or may not be in love with you."
Lola Peterson was working a normal shift, ready to go home and be d...
And indeed, it was a long day. I was glad when the day finally ended.
I hopped into my Tesla. Yes, I have a Tesla. Being a doctor may be stressful, but the pay is super good. Like we're talking one-hundred-dollars-an hour- super-good.
I let it drive me home today, because it would be a hazard with a tired driver like me driving anywhere.
When I got home, the black gates automatically opened for me, reveling my little mansion behind it.
The pay was really good, but i saved up for this house before i got an actual job. This has been my dream house, having been my fathers summer house when he went on vacations. When he died, i vowed to try and get that house back from the people who had bought it.
I know you're thinking Why didn't i just inherit it? Well, thats a really long story that i don't want to get into details with.
All I know is dad is up in the sky somewhere, happy that i made his dream come true and made him proud.

I step out the car and let it park itself, fished out my keys and opened the front door.
The familiar smell of Cedar wood and coffee filled my nostrils. I closed the door and took off my high heels. I walked all the way to the living room, and flopped down on the couch, exhausted. All my patients were fine today, but Bruno was very exhausting. He slapped my ass twice, and I'm pretty sure that when he slapped my butt the second time, the drugs already wore off.
But I could be wrong.
Hopefully I am.
It is kind of sad, how people just want to have fun for the night but a mentally insane guy ruins it all, at the concert.
I wearily walk up the steps and into my bedroom, my most favorite part of the house. It was modern, but reminded me of my father. His musty leather boot smell and and the faint smell of his favorite Cologne still floated in the room, and I want it to stay like that.

My most favorite in the bedroom itself was the windowpane. Dad and I would sit for hours and tell jokes, stories, and have fun.
Anything to get away from that woman he called a wife. Her name is Ilene, I hated her from the first moment I saw her. Her and her whore-of-a-daughter. Her name was Taylor. I swear, I used to hear moans and her bed creaking above mine every night. She'd manage to sneak whoever she was fucking before anyone saw her, but I caught her any times without her knowing.
It was annoying as hell.
I sigh and neatly place my bag in my walk in closet. I might have never had a proper mother figure in my life, but I was still tidy.
I took my clothes off, and turned the shower on, ready to wash off everything that had happened today.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Another day at work. So far 3 people were gone on my list, a few more to go.
I walked to the next person on the list, and saw a little girl lying in the bed. She was so cute. I smiled at her and walked over to her bed.
"Hi there!" I said. She was hooked to an I.V, and a wheel chair was beside her bed.
She smiled, showing her two missing teeth at the front. She was about 4 or 5 years old, and she looked like she was mixed.
"Hi, what's your name?" I asked, walking over to her bed and keeping the smile on my face. She was simply too cute for words.
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"My name's Sahara." She said. I looked at my chart and saw that she got shot In the leg.
Anger boiled inside me. This poor child!
"That's a pretty name!" I said enthusiastically.
She frowned and looked down. "No it ain't." I raised an eyebrow and gently sat on the side of her bed.
"Why do you think so? I think its a beautiful name."
"It's not. It's the name of some dumb place with a bunch of sand and it never rains there. What's it called again? A dessert?"
I laughed and shook my head. "No, its a desert. But you were close. And it is the name of a desert, but it's still a nice name regardless."
"No it ain't. Some of the big kids call me crusty, I don't even know what the heck that means!"
I cover my mouth with my hand, resisting the urge to giggle.
"Sahara doesn't always mean "desert" little one. It also means gold."
Her eyes lit up. "Really? I'm named after gold?" She asked.
I smiled. "You sure are."
She clapped her hands together. "I can't wait to tell everyone at the orphanage that I'm named after gold."
I gasped. She was an orphan? Maybe I heard something else.
"Where are your parents?" I asked.
She game me an "isn't it obvious?" look. "I haven't got any."
I sighed. This cute little thing doesn't have parents! I have the burning urge to ask her what happened to her parents, but i leave the topic alone, remembering why I'm here and what I have to do.
"So, how are you feeling, Sahara? " i asked.
She shrugged. "My leg hurts." My heart went out to her.
