Chapter 6
Holiday
Again, I feel like I can’t win. One minute I’m up, and Lord, the next minute I’m down. What’ll it be? What’ll it be? I thought that the victory was already won. I thought that bad luck was over and done. Lord, rain on me, because I’m losing my grip on reality.
It’s another day, another dollar. I’m three months pregnant, working in a club six nights a week, and with no clue of what to do next.
“Hurry up, Holiday. There are two more tables waiting on you.”
“Going as fast as I can, Stu”
Gosh, he’s really becoming a pain in the neck. Gee wheeze, I hope he gets a life, and soon. As for my life, it’s been crazy. Cecil continues on in his rages. If I didn’t leave, he was either going to kill me or kill the baby which is just as bad. So in the early hours of the morning, I
