The CureUpdated at Dec 22, 2022, 06:05
Zeno
I turned back one more time and gave one last glance at the place that has been my home for the past three years. Three years of torture, misery, and pain. This place has memories I would like to keep and cherish forever and memories I would do anything to forget.
Exactly three years ago I came into this place thinking my father and I have sorted out our differences. I thought he was bringing me here for a holiday. Foolish me, who can be more naïve than I am?
This is not the time to dwell on the past I have to get going. My friend Zara did all she could to help me escape this place. The strip club and the life of being a p********e. I should be doing past my best way possible to meet her halfway.
I met Zara the second day upon arriving at this hell hole that looks beautiful on the outside. The ones outside wish to come in and the ones in wish to come out. The difference is that once you are in there is no way out.
I arrived here late at night, hence I do not even know the way from my home to here. Well, that place is no longer my home. The next day my plan was to rest and relax, only to wake up to Zara who told me to freshen up and get ready for my first day of work. I couldn’t understand what she meant. I mean I came here to spend my summer holidays. What do summer holidays have that has to do with working?