Episode 4

Lisa

I went to work all these days and I was able to raise very little money. I tried to get another job with better pay but had no luck. I dream of being able to leave home but I will never achieve it at this rate.

My mother has mocked me day after day and gave me the sheet with that notebook in a gift box. I regret giving myself to that idiot and being born.

The memories of that damn night play in my mind and every day when I take a shower, I hate seeing my naked body. I feel disgusted with myself.

I see my mother with anger, always well-dressed and with nice makeup, and I wonder what she may have bought with the money from the bet in which I won nothing. I haven't had a decent meal at home, no birthday cake, not even a nice piece of clothing.

I only live for my job as a waitress because otherwise, I would only have a few bites to eat. When I went to school, I was happy because they had a school lunch program and at least I could feed myself there. I remember when I was looking for work, I was starving, weak, and had lost a lot of weight. The bruises my mother had given me were so visible that I had to wear long sleeves in the middle of summer, all because I used her expensive shampoo.

I could never buy anything of quality, but still, my hair can look quite nice. There were days when I washed it with laundry soap and other times with dish detergent. One day, I took a little bit of shampoo from my mother and put it in a small bottle, but she noticed it because the bottle marked it after each wash. She hit me so hard that day that I slept on the floor because I couldn't get up.

I have received so many beatings from such a young age that I believed nothing worse could happen to me, but I was wrong. My mother always finds a way to destroy me a little more, but now I know that nothing worse could happen to me.

I don't believe in God because I know that he could have saved me. I never did anything to deserve this. Love hurts, it's just a commercial invention for Valentine's Day. Sex is overrated, it humiliates, hurts, and causes physical and emotional pain. I don't dream of a perfect man, I just want a good job to be able to leave here and try to be a little happy or at least normal.

Today, I went to work like every day. I didn't want to be at home, so I offered to work more hours even though I won't get paid for it. Crossing the door of where I live and entering hell must be exactly the same.

I served some customers, and one of them was very generous, giving me a hundred dollars as a tip. I had never had so much money, and I almost cried with excitement. Sometimes, I earn two dollars in a day, sometimes five, and on a good day, ten, but never a hundred.

The same man came back to have dinner, and I served him again. I was very tired, but I still didn't want to leave. I went to the bathroom after taking his order, and I splashed water on my face to see if it would give me a little bit of energy.

Mrs. Maria, my boss, was waiting for me when I came out.

"Lisa, the gentleman over there invites you to have a meal with him. Please go with him," she said.

"But I'm working," I replied.

"Girl, your shift ended a long time ago. I know you don't want to go home, but he is kindly inviting you, and I don't want to lose him as a customer."

"Alright," I said.

I went to the table of that man who was looking at me intently.

"Lisa, please sit down and have dinner with me," he said.

"Alright, sir. You are very kind."

"Call me Maximo, please. I don't know if this is to your liking, but you can order whatever you want without any problems."

"This is very kind of you. I don't want to bother or take advantage of your generosity."

I started to eat after him, and he even ordered dessert. I had never eaten so much, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel hungry.

"Let's have some coffee. I would like to talk to you. Do you have time?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Maximo. What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Listen to me first, and then you can tell me whatever you want."

"You're scaring me."

"I have a company. My grandfather passed away a few days ago, and to take charge of the company, I need to get married before I turn twenty-six, and that's in less than a month."

"Wow, I hope you can find a solution, and I'm very sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, but you might be wondering why I'm telling you all of this" I nodded "I would like to offer you a contract."

"Just what I need, a job. What is it about?"

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