3~ Sad truth about life

DELIA

Waking up, the first thing that hit me was pain; pain in my head, pains all over my body, and the overall pain? The one in my heart. I couldn't fathom all that had happened yesterday. After finding out my sisters were in some kind of trouble, I lost one of my jobs because of how inconsistent I was. I was so deep in my overwhelming pool of thoughts that I forgot about a client's job; housekeeping and she fired me. No matter how hard I tried to explain, she wouldn't spare me a listening ear.

Such a hard woman. Well, she knew nothing about life and how people like us struggled to eat once a day. She probably grew up with a silver spoon, lots of castles, and dramatic ball gowns.

Speaking of being dramatic, a lady in a mini skirt scurried toward me and everyone in the shop could tell she was furious.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or she woke up on the right side but decided to put up the attitude.

She strode to the counter and slammed her hand on it. Good thing her perfectly fixed nails were still intact. She eyed me more times than necessary and I felt uncomfortable.

"Can I help you?" I asked calmly. Too bad I was the one on duty. My quiet day just got busy.

"No, you can't help me, bit*ch." She fired but I remained calm. Her action drew the attention of my colleagues and some customers.

"Sorry, sorry," I whispered and waved to them with smiles but turned to the lady with a scowl.

"Listen, ma'am, we don't use such words here. This is a mall and it's no private place, so please, mind your kind of language." I advised but the angry lady only scoffed and dropped her bag on the counter she was resting on.

"I get to decide what to use and what not to use. Besides, isn't the customer always right?" She smirked. Honestly, I found that ugly. I sighed and leaned back in my seat.

Here we go...

"Aren't you tired of reaping where you didn't sow?" She asked in a motherly tone with a soft expression. I just yawned and shook my head.

"I have no idea of whatsoever you are talking about, ma'am."

"You're a FUCKING LIAR!" She screamed. The other customers were beginning to talk amongst themselves. The lady needed to leave.

"Sorry, just a little misunderstanding," I said nervously and waved curtly.

"You need to leave, please. You must be mistaken me for someone else. I do not know you from anywhere, so, please," I placed my palms together. "Leave."

"You're the one that stole my boyfriend." She shrieked and I was almost forced to laugh. Good thing I didn't because that would have caused another scene.

"Which are you talking about?" I asked with my chin up and eyes that blinked rapidly.

"Oh, they're even more than one." She snickered sarcastically and almost immediately, a glare followed.

"You're the whore that seduced my boyfriend."

Okay, this lady is going too far and I am beyond angry. I stood up from my seat, walked from behind the counter, and stood in front of her.

"Call me a whore one more time and I will show you how one behaves." I threatened. My colleagues were now out fully and I could see pleading eyes, indirectly telling me to back away from the scene, but man, someone needed to put the bitch in her place.

"Instead of you to beg on your knees, instead, you're daring me. And what are you going to do about it, you dirty, slimy, who---" I didn't let her finish before settling a slap on her dolled-up face. She held her face in disbelief, probably thinking 'I didn't know she could do anything.'

I smirked at that and just when I was about to retreat, the boyfriend-obsessed witch jumped on my back and behind to scratch my hair with her nails. We ended up fighting each other with me landing severe blows to her body.

"What's this?!" The manager shouted and pulled me away from the lady.

"Delia!!" He yelled but who cared? I finally showed the bitch what I was made of. He crouched to her level and tended to her wounds. Almost immediately, the police came and some fingers from outside were pointing at me.

SHOOT!

I looked for a way to outrun them but the place was crowded and that would only cause more trouble. I stayed still till they approached us and cuffed me, dragging me away with them.

"You're fired." My manager yelled and there went my last job, the only reliable job I had. I saw a smirk on the bitch's face and I wished I had punctured her nose and her teeth. That would have made my day more bearable. I was taken to their car and they zoomed off.

"Such a beautiful girl." The driver looked at me from the rear mirror and shook his head. If only he knew it was the beautiful face he was complimenting that got me in trouble.

"You should consider joining the force. We could use a lady like you on our team to beat up ladies that resist the law." And like before, I stayed quiet and let them talk. My problems were way bigger than what they were saying so I paid no heed.

*****

I heard the iron doors clanking and opening and I assumed someone was about to be let loose.

"Katl Delia, you're free to go." The warden announced and I got up and walked out of the cell.

"Don't get in trouble again, miss." He advised behind me but I only walked out.

I met my mom standing with an officer with a jacket in her hand; my jacket. It was evening already and she assumed I would be needing one.

Thoughtful.

"Try not to beat up anybody." The officer from earlier that complimented my looks advised.

I turned to him with a fake smile. "I can't promise you anything." I snatched the jacket from my mother on my way out and put it on. It was indeed cold.

"No greeting? No thank you? No explanation?" She nagged and I only sighed. I suddenly stopped and she bumped into me.

"Good evening, mom, and thank you for the jacket and for getting me out of there. As for an explanation, I lost my job because some slut accused me of stealing her boyfriend whom I clearly know nothing about." I said and continued walking. She trailed behind me.

"You should learn to control your anger. You've lost so much because of that already and you will continue to lose more important things if you don't start now." My mother said and I scoffed. She doesn't even how I feel.

"Why, mom? Why must I let go? She trampled on me in front of everyone, insulted my personality, and you expect me to let her go scot-free? You don't even understand how I feel about this and this is what you say to me? Way to go, 'mom'." I clapped my hands, emphasizing on the MOM. Our talk reminded me of my wedding day and how heartless she could be sometimes.

"Honey," She called out and I stopped and turned to her.

"The world," She spread her hands. "This world doesn't care about how you feel. It's high time you knew that. No matter how good you think you are and that you don't deserve shit, it will keep dishing it out to you mercilessly. You just have to keep your head down and go with the flow. If you don't have money, most people will continue treating you like trash and you will keep getting into trouble." She spoke and I felt my entire being lost in her words. I've been stupid the whole time, expecting everyone to understand me when in fact, I didn't understand the system of the world.

"It's a cycle, Delia. The rich keep oppressing the poor while the poor try to get rich so they can oppress others. Only a few will lend a helping hand. Don't grow up to be that kind of person that would want to treat others badly just because the world hasn't been fair to you. Okay?" She patted my shoulder, jingling me back to reality.

Instead of replying, a tear fell off, and soon, I was in my mother's arms, crying like a baby.

"It's fine." She stroked my hair slowly and rubbed circles on my back.

"You don't have to feel bad for where you are right now or for what has happened in the past, you have to live on and try to be a better version of yourself, yeah?" She pulled away from me and looked me in the face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nodded with a relieved smile.