The Right Time

Cheyanne I woke up to my alarm blaring like hell. I groan out of frustration. I need more sleep. No matter how early I go to bed, it's like I still can't get enough sleep. I'm always exhausted because I go to college and work. I have to pay for school by myself, because my parents died when I was younger. I was staying with my aunt, but she couldn't feed me along with her four children. I had to find a job if I wanted to make something of myself. I envy those kids that can get up and everything is laid out for them, but at the same time, I don't. They envy me too, because I can do what I want, be what I want, without the pressure of having to please my parents. They have to live up to their parents' expectations and follow in their parents' footsteps, which at times can be a lot of pressure. That, in turn, can cause failure in grades and a lot of disappointment. They don't want their inheritances to be taken away, so they do as their parents say. Money is everything to some people. They would never have survived, living the life that I did. I started working at an early age. I had to do some jobs, even if I didn't agree with the way they treated me there. Once, I worked at a club in the evenings after classes. I had to lie about my age to get the job. Thank God they didn't ask for proof. In my opinion, the uniform was inappropriate, but I didn't have a choice but to wear it. I would have to allow the men to spank my a** in order to get tips sometimes. It was uncomfortable as f*ck, but I had no other choice. If I left, I would've had to drop out of school, which wasn't an option for me. Having an education is the most important thing nowadays. I could get a better life after being educated. Let me introduce myself. My name is Cheyanne Smith. I am a fourth year college student, majoring in food and nutrition. Cooking is my passion. I could make a gourmet meal out of the simplest things. That is the reason why my boyfriend loves it when I sleep over at his house. I always made sure he had healthy food to eat. He has been the best so far. He is so caring and understanding. I made it clear that even though I am 22 years old, I don't want to have s*x while I'm still in school. I can't risk getting pregnant while still building a life for myself. I would never have a baby in a situation like that, and contraceptives aren't 100% safe anyway. Whenever I'm ready to have a baby, I should be financially stable enough to take care of my child in case a problem arises. What if his or her father stops working? I have to be able to be the bread winner without issues. Besides, I don't think that Michael is ready to have a baby yet. He's still working on setting up his business. He just started this car wash and it's slow, but at least he's trying, right? Like me, he had to work for what he wanted. He graduated from college last year, even though he's two years older than me. He took a year off to travel, with the little money he made from working at the bar too. That wasn't a wise decision. If he still had the money, he could've started the business a long time ago. We met two years ago, when I started working at Jimmy's. I lied on my resume to get the job. He knew about it, but didn't say anything to the owner. They might have had sleazy customers, but they had principles. They would never have hired me if they knew that I was underage at the time. I'm so glad that I'm 22 now. I got out of bed, because I didn't want to be late for class. I only had a month of school left. I couldn't afford to fail any of my classes. I needed my degree to start a business of my own. It was my dream to have my own restaurant. I wanted to be one of the chefs there as well. I dragged my body to the shower. I kept reminding myself that greater things lie ahead. I took a quick shower and got ready. I dressed simply as usual. T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. My go to clothes. They were comfortable as well. I left, walking to school. It was only about a ten minute's walk, so I didn't mind. I don't exercise a lot, so that made up for it. And with all the food I eat, sometimes I wonder why I am not bigger than this. My metabolic rate must be high. I arrived at school, texting Michael that I had arrived safely. Normally, he would text me back right away, or call me, but this morning, I didn't even get a text from him. That's weird. I kept checking my messages throughout the day, but nothing came up on my phone. He must've worked late last night. I switched shifts with one of my co-workers, so I didn't get to find out. I was so worried, I called Jimmy and asked for 2 hours off. I needed to go and check on Michael immediately. Something could be wrong. Since I've never taken time off in the two years I've been working there, the two hours were like nothing. Jimmy and I became close over the years and he encouraged me to take time for myself, but I couldn't afford to. I called a taxi, because I would have to wait forever for the bus to get there. All the time I was in the taxi, I was thinking of various scenarios of what could've happened. What if he had a heart attack and there was no one to help him? I hope he's not unconscious or anything. I don't think I could do without him right now. I think I 'd die if anything ever happened to him. He has become my support in every way since we've been together. But I could've near been more unprepared for what was about to happen.