Sugar Daddy✔️

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THE SUN IS SHINING, THE SKIES ARE BLUE AND I'M PISSED. My attention turns to the glass doors of the store where I stand like I own the building, and I glare at the figure behind the barrier. She glares back at me and raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow in sync with mine.

"Stop staring at me." I mutter under my breath, knowing she can hear me either way. She cocks her head and stares at me with a blank expression on her face. I help her smooth her hair out and adjust her skirt so that it stays perfectly in its place. When I walk away, my reflection moves with me.

"Pick up." I dial the number the second time on my phone. The weird numbers from yesterday did turn out to be pins for a recharge card which meant I can afford to call him for as long as is needed. The only question left to ask is what use is call credits if I cannot reach the person I need to speak to?

Whatever. I think as I stomp up to the woman renting out her phone under an umbrella not too far from the little supermarket.

"Good afternoon ma." I greet then wrinkle my nose delicately as a fairly offensive odour hits me in the face.

"Good afternoon my dear. You wan call?"

"Yes ma."

"Okay. Take." She shuffles through her black, small bag and hands a phone to me. I withdraw quickly to a few safe inches away from her as the smell seems to be in its prime way when she is nearer to me.

"Thank you ma." I smile widely even though I am almost dying from trying to hold my breath for long. "You better pick up." I whisper yell as I punch in the numbers from my recents.

What kind of disrespectful old man is this? My lips pinch into a tight line as the phone rings for the third time today without an answer.

"They did not pick up." I tell the older woman in the gentlest tone I can manage as I hand back her phone even though there is a storm is raging inside of me.

I feel like throwing something at the glass doors or even better at a passerby. But I hold myself back knowing the consequences will be unexplainably greater than the pleasure I would derive from my actions.

What is wrong with me? I ask nobody in particular as I lean against a table and fight with the unnecessary fury that is spreading through my veins and sinking into my bones.

Somehow, negative emotions always succeed in taking over my being. It scares me at times because I wonder if someday they'll consume me wholly. I do put in efforts every now and then to stay positive, but it hardly ever works. It is almost like my brain only chooses see the bleak aspects of things or situations while also taking delight in keeping a pessimistic attitude.

"Okay na." She replies and I remember I am still underneath the shade with the reeking woman.

"Thank you ma." I bow slightly then walk away.

My phone draws my attention by the sound of an alert. I squint hard at the screen which is proving to be almost impossible to read anything of off. Courtesy of the Sun.

"Get some provisions o. There's no more milk at home."

I roll my eyes at the message well aware of the plain truth that Dessy has a knack for finishing all the food at home while I am the one who is always forced to get more.

"You are the one getting it next time. FOODIE." I send to her before I drag my unwilling self into the shop.

Does it make sense that I hate shopping? Up till now, I have never met any girl who dislikes shopping or getting new things. I on the other hand detest the very thought with a passion.