Change
The rain patted gently in the dark night. She was very soaked, head to toe but she didn't care less. She was very annoyed, annoyed with herself and annoyed with the kind of life that had been fated to her.
She was almost sexually harassed again by one of the customers at the club, but she was thankful that her boss Madame Glenna could step in for her before it became almost too late.
This was not the first time she was almost assaulted in the club after her night job if being a stripper, and it was definitely not going to be the last.
She was disgusted with herself, but she was helpless. She didn't bargain for this, she never she knew she would ever have to work in a club just to support herself and her sick mother this way.
But what could she do? Life played a hug game on her, and now she just had to play along with whatever life had to offer her.
This was the so called life of Yasmine Meyers. Losing her father to a cruel death in the hands of drug lords on a fateful night like this was the worst day of Yasmine's life. She sat there, in the middle of crowed people, commenting, looking as the rain washed his blood away as his eyes were tightly shut in death. She would never be able to play games with her father anymore and have long night chats with him while mom was asleep.
It was all gone.
Lost. Forever.
She hated rainy nights. She cursed at herself and cursed at the heavy clouds, but the rain kept falling, as if mocking her if her current situation.
At last, she got to her dorm room, and carefully opening the door with her spare key, she removed all her wet clothes before retiring to bed. She didn't feel like eating. She didn't even feel like opening her mouth. She just wanted to keep mute like this. Maybe for a day or two, or maybe forever. It felt so good to just to be still.
She tried not to remember how that man tugged at her clothes in the club, ordering her to strip naked in front of him. She closed her eyes anytime she heard his annoying drunken voice in her head. She like the earth should open up and swallow her. She wished she could just disappear from face of earth.
But such a wish is far fetched.
Besides, her mother needed her. She couldn't just abandon her helpless mother for a silly wish of hers. She had to work, and raise money for her mother's treatment to make her better. That was all she ever wanted in this cruel, crazy world.
Her roomie was asleep, and she was thankful. She didn't want to be bothered with questions. She lied down on her bed and everything that transpired throughout the day flooded her memories again. She sighed. She had been enduring for this long, so she shouldn't cry. She was doing it for her mom and for her to be able to finish college, so she would continue to endure no matter how crazy it might get.
That was her watch word.
Ever since her father died, she had the responsibility of taking care of herself and her mother. There was nobody there for her. Even bet mother's family left them.
She didn't know how her father died. She only knew that he was a drunkard and he was capable of holding his liquor. She heard rumors from people that he owed a lot of money to drug dealers in California, and they were the ones who killed him when he couldn't pay back his debt.
Her poor father. Even if he was a drunkard and a huge gambler, he was a good father. He loved to pieces. Unfortunately he died a painful death. He always told her he would give up drinking but she guessed he couldn't fulfill her wish before he was murdered brutally.
And ever since then, Yasmine detested drug dealers and their lords with passion. She had every right to. After all they were the ones who murdered her poor father in cold blood on a rainy night.
Yasmine wished she could find the person responsible for his death. But who would she ask from? Who would even tell her? People feared the drug lords in California. And unfortunately, Yasmine was working in the biggest club in California, the only place you could find the deadliest and richest men and drug lords in California, Là Calantrò.
Là Calantrò was the most famous and most visited club in all of California. It only sold and entertained the richest men in the city. And there she was, working as a stripper.
Yasmine was the heavily paid stripper in Là Calantrò. She was so beautiful and talented in her job she only performed for the most richest customers. She was referred to as the Hidden Beauty, mainly because he full face was almost never revealed. Men craved for her attention and her performance and some just wanted to have her body.
Unfortunately, it was not even an achievement. Yasmine only had two principles guiding her in the risky job she was doing.
One, always earn your self respect and the second, never talk back to the customers. Only politely decline. It was easy for Yasmine to follow her rules because her boss, Madame Glenna was there to help her. Though she was a fouled mouth big busty lady, Madame Glenna respected her because she wasn't like the other girls. Yasmine earned her a lot of money and customers than the rest of the other girls, and in return Yasmine only told her she would work for her if she doesn't make her sell her body and defended her from other customers.
Surprisingly Madame Glenna agreed. She knew she couldn't afford to lose such a beautiful and talented girl. It would be her own loss.
And ever since then, both women kept their end of the deal, Madame Glenna especially. At least Yasmine was protected.
Yasmine didn't know how long she would have go work, school and live like this, but she was hopeful. If she could just finish school as a qualified doctor and earn money for her mother's sickness and upkeep later in life, she wouldn't have to worry. She would be able go treat her mother anytime her mother fell ill and she wouldn't have to work in a club just so she could earn the money for the treatment.
Change was a constant thing in life. That was Yasmine's watchword anytime she was losing hope. Very soon her situation would change for the better.
