Messed up

Hillary's POV

Now my Father would actually go as far as selling me off? My eyes moved with perplexity and I scoffed.

“Dad, you can't be serious.”

I tried to move but these men were not playing. I was surrounded by their intimidating bodies and my useless father only cared about himself.

“ I…am…. not a commodity that should be .

…. bought and sold.” I said with a gritting teeth and voice trembled.

“Well, you shut the fuck up.” My Dad's voice rose.

Trying my possible best to push one away with my tiny hands but I was only pulled roughly to the floor.

“Now where's my money?” My Dad sounded like he was getting impatient.

“Grab him.”

The air smelled like betrayal. Ooooh, someone was getting scammed.

My Dad chuckles, a hint of nervousness and fear waved through. I watched as his collar was violently clutched by the men.

“ We don't get to give you money. Give us ours you owe us.”

“ I don't have any, that's why I'm offering my daughter.”

My mind raced till one of them said, “ Get out of here.”

I was still on the ground.

“Scram!”

I took to my heels without wasting time. I didn't even bother to look back. Right now my life is a mess. Earlier events kept on replaying in my head and I was so fucking embarrassed.

I basically had no where else to go. No home anymore. I walked down from the city back to the apartment but it was all a mess. The walls had crashed down. I sniffed, trying not to cry. I had even lost my phone.

I needed a job. I decided to walk to Bridget's house and knocked on her door.

“Come on girl, open up.”

The knob twisted and Bridget had appeared.

“Oh my poor girl.” She pulled out her hands to embrace me and I hugged her tightly.

“I'm so sorry about what happened.” Bridget pats my back and we both walk in together.

“ I have your bag though.” She highlighted the moment I sat on her bed. “ Plus your phone is there too.”

My body quivered. I was too much tangled in a web of uncertainty and anxiety.

Bridget placed her hands on my shoulders. “ Hillary? Say something. Please.”

“W…hat?” My fingers trembled.

“Hey, you can stay with me okay? And how about the job, if I may ask.”

My body jerked in embarrassment the moment I realized Bridget wasn't aware of the saga.

“Oh boy.” My lips curved into an ‘n’ shape–with my brows falling down as I bellowed in sadness.

“ Hillary?” Bridget's eyes bulged and she wailed dramatically, “ Don't Tell me you didn't get accepted?!”

“Hey, well…I…” I bit my lips, nervously tapping my feet.

“You what?”

I took a deep breath and released all of my anxiety, my eyes blinked at Bridget.

“The owner of the company was fucking Travis Lancaster, the guy you matched me up for the online hookup thing.”

“What?” Bridget bounced from the bed.

“I swear, I'm not crazy.” I pulled her back to sit on the bed, still in my endeavor to shush her up.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“ Listen to me B.”

I took a deep breath, narrating the whole nooks and crannies of the story.

“Fuck, shit. This is my fault. I didn't know.” Her response was, indeed mixed with concern, laded with regret and a saddening tone.

“It's not your fault okay? Well we were just a bunch of desperados hustling.” I stopped realizing my words, “ Sorry. Not ‘we.’ I mean I had to do something but….”

“But I pushed you to it. You never wanted to.” Bridget shrinked back.

“ Blaming yourself won't help. You and Know that. All I need to do right now is look for a job. Well, asides that, I was actually thinking of going back to Madam Victoria….”

“ Even after she threatened you?”

“She's such a rude and jealous girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“If Travis really is dating her, then why did he send me a contact request on the app?”

“Men would definitely cheat, I guess.” Bridget wrapped her hands around my body comforting me. “Oh Hillary.” She sang.

I made our hug warmer. “Madam Victoria should never know about what happened between me and her boyfriend, else she's very dangerous.”

“ Why do you address this tough respect for her? She's literally a year older than you.”

“ She's my boss, Bridget. She's my boss.” I shut my eyes.

Ever since I was the scullery girl for Madam Victoria, she was greedy about giving me a decent amount of salary. But I'd never seen Travis at her home. I took a deep breath. I was swallowed by ‘shame’ itself and wallowing in embarrassment. I needed to avoid Travis and If I needed to avoid him, then, I have to apply the same to Victoria. She even told me to leave town but I guess it was just an ordinary threat.

“Where's your Dad?”

Bridget's question pulled me back to reality and my body trembled. I scrunch my face in disgust.

“I don't know and I don't care.” I retorted blatantly.

“You know, you can actually sleep here, stay here for as long as you want.”

“Okay. I'm going to the balcony. I need air.” I stood up Walking towards the door when I noticed Bridget trailing behind.

“ And privacy.” My lips pursed and Bridget stops.

“Oh okay, don't think much of Hillary.”

“Yeah?” I walked back to the living room and pushed the sliding doors and of course, I was on the balcony. A zephyr passed and possessed my body and I closed my eyes to enjoy the cold moment. My body was still resting on the rails and the Breeze swirled my hair effortlessly.

“ How dare you Travis.” I silently cursed, biting my fingers.

But I knew that voice inside of me couldn't deny how sexy Travis was. The first day I met him at the club and even at the office. He always looked fucking good without even trying.

His eyes. Ohh….I pouted.

His muscular build that showcased from his sleeves. Damn. If he ever tried to touch me sexually, I'd freeze and give in.

My mind raced with a series of unholy and wild erotic thoughts and it dawned on me, I was wet down there.

“Oh my.” I gasped at my own freaky thoughts. This wasn't even the right time to think like that. That guy is my Boss fucking girlfriend.

I closed my eyes. “I had to do something. Tomorrow. I had to try. Should I beg Victoria to let me work for her again?

Anyways, it's not like Travis would be there.

Would he?