Blackmailed For Love

"Fick.Fick.Fick."

I ran down the subway stairs, my smal] feet moving as fast as they could.I had already been late in leaving my house— it was no small feat to make Victoria and Anna eat their breakfast, and after that I had to search the quickest and cheapest way to get to the K & K law firm where I was going for the interview.

After three long weeks of searching for a place to stay and then finding one and making it habitable for the other two lives that depend on me by spending every last penny I had left, this interview was my last hope.

It was by some miracle that I had happened upon the paper in which the classified for this job was listed.

And in my quest to read the job description I had almost sat on the lap of the old man outside the shelter where we had spent our last week.

The old man was kind enough as he had handed me the section of the paper I was looking at.

And I ficking knew that the god above must’ve had some mercy because the pay was good and all I had to do was assort the files and manage the paperwork.

I took it as my due for the last few miserable years of my life except the one part that I would never change.

I stepped out into the morning sun- even the day was perfect which I took as one more sign of a good day ahead.

I loved mornings and the sunshine as much as I hated rain and gloomy clouds, maybe it was to the fact that I never could get to enjoy the rain like many other people sitting up in their warm houses and looking at the world through their windows not knowing what it was like to be hungry and miserable with wet clothes on your body.

I pushed those thoughts back to the depressed box they belonged to and quickened my steps only to slam into someone face first and barely caught myself before I could’ve fallen flat on my arse.

"I am so sorry!" I said as I looked up at the man standing in front of me.

He was tall and I meant at least two feet taller than me, okay I was small in comparison to most of the women at five two, but this man was tall-tall.

His dark eyes were wide and horrified as he said, "Oh no, I am sorry.I wasn’t looking where I was going."

I was taken aback by his apology because I knew from experience most people won't apologize in such a situation but then the reason for his horror and apology registered when I felt something wet slithering down inside my clothes, on my skin.

I looked down and squeezed my eyes shut as I saw the big coffee stain on my white shirt that was quickly soaking in my beige skirt.

No.No.No.

"I am really sorry."

I had

eyes

am alright.Everything will be

had gotten me through

he steered me to the side of the footpath

don’t know where you

interview.I really wanted that job." I said on autopilot, seeing the only chance to turn things around for three

I am sure you will get it.Just let

said, "My sister’s boutique is not far from here, I could take you there and

off his touch knowing full well that no kindness comes strings free.I shook my

"No thanks.I will manage."

said that, I didn’t believe

He sighed.

really sorry, and believe me or not I really want to

said , "I promise I’m not a

looked back down at my clothes and

if sensing that I was inclining to accept his help, he said, "We

watch and said, "I will be late for

asked, "Where are you

answered and when his eyes lit up, I asked, "Do you by any chance know

& K then you are

I frowned.

the direction he was heading

way.And fortunately for you, my

stay alive and to keep the two lives that depended on me safe and healthy, I started walking with him, accepting his

he asked, "So how did you get

newspaper clipping.I am applying for back office work, file

under his breath and asked, "What are

on my bottom lip wondering if I should have to answer his questions out of politeness just because I was accepting his help and

have graduated from

much of an

insult and it came to pride but I replied with a very arrogant,