I'm doomed.

Doomed for life.

The words kept on replaying in my mind as I stared at my hands, I stood rooted for some seconds before I came back to my senses; my life just ended. Upon realization, I slumped on the floor before bursting into tears.

Just how on earth did it happen? When? Everything had been going right or is it wrong?

Going down memory lane, it all started some months back.
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The moans and other sounds coming from the other room made me peel my eyes open. Just when will someone have a peaceful sleep in this house? I groaned before picking up my phone from the bedside drawer, it was only four o'clock but then I had to clean the bar and prepare our meal before preparing for work.

I got up reluctantly while trying to block off the sounds coming from the other room. Kneeling beside my bed, I looked at my younger sister who was sound asleep and I instantly felt jealous; she'd always been able to sleep peacefully no matter the noise whenever she didn't have any crisis, even while customers trooped in at night with music blasting everywhere, Keyshia still slept soundly unlike me who finds it hard to sleep at the slightest sound of noise, main reason I rarely sleep for seven hours straight.

After my normal morning devotion which I extended for thirty minutes due to the fact that I was up early. I walked out of the room before my eyes scattered around the common room that was as dirty as a pigsty, I was already used to the sight that always greeted me every morning, then I headed to the bar for my normal early morning routine; though we were three working at the bar but because I was the only one that lived here, I had to do the cleaning which in turn gave me the liberty to only serve at night.

An hour later, I was done with both cleaning and cooking so, I decided to take my bath, by that time, other occupants were already waking up. While dressing up, my elder sister strolled into the room and I sighed, apparently she was here for her early morning speech.

"You're already getting prepared for your useless work?" She jested while sitting on my side of the bed.

Too bad I couldn't roll my eyes, my elder sister had been the only one to inherit that act and she always ensured she taunted me with it.

"Kike, don..."

She cut me off, "It's Beauty."

"As if that's amongst your names," I scoffed and she rolled her eyes.

"It's what I want and you have to follow it," she insisted and I pursed my lips.

"Whatever," I waved my hand before turning the dressing stool to her.

I opened my mouth to talk but she beat me to it, "See, K.Y, you don't have to stress yourself by going to that workplace again, it's not like the pay is even up to your salary at the bar..."

I cut in, "So, what's your point?"

"My point is you know the real source of money instead of all this you're doing, K.Y, this is Nigeria, Education doesn't matter anymore, many graduates are unemployed, so, what's the essence of going to the uni? Just join me."

I sighed, "We've talked about this countless times, sorry to say but I can't join in the nonsense you call a job, Beauty, you know I can't do that, it's better I engage in a clean job, save and go to the uni than this your own shortcut that is unclean, you know wherever mummy is, she can never be happy with the nature of your job."

She rolled her dark eyes that was just like Keyshia's while mine was brown and I felt like plucking it out, it was one of our assets aside our light and flawless skin that served as an object of envy for others most especially Kike's colleagues who all hated her because she was the most beautiful of all whom all customers sought after. Ever since she started working at the brothel and since we've been living there, Kike had become the most priced worker and at such earn more than others who only seem like a second option to the customers. Another reason Kike was obsessed with her beauty and body, the girl spends more than half a million just on her beauty treatments.

"K.Y, you're just being childish here, you need to grow up and mature, you know what I earn per day isn't up to what you'll earn in that useless school combined with your pay as a server right?"

I bobbed my head, "Yeah, I know and the best you can do is to fund my education but you're just so adamant on me being like you."

She rubbed her right laps, the one that had the drawing of a tiger as a tattoo, apparently, mosquito had bitten her so far she was only wearing a black bum short on a pink tank top, not like she always covered her body before, they all were obligated to skimpy and provocative clothes infact some of them only move around the house in pants and bras. It do get worse at night when the customers arrive or when they go out to look for customers with Kike being exception, she was the high class prostitute that was always booked all day long by wealthy and powerful men.

She looked up at me with a smirk evident on her face, "If it's for any other thing I'll surely fund you but education, nah," she shook her head, "It's a waste of money and also a waste of your beauty, K.Y, there's no way you'll venture into this work of mine and not be successful, you're beautiful with a perfect stature, do you know the way heads turn at your presence alone? Do you know the number of men, big men ooo that have asked for you? Many of them want to pay ridiculous amounts just to spend the night with you, so, why are you being adamant? Just last night, one commissioner wanted you and I had to fill in and he paid me a million naira just for a night."

My eyes widened at this but then I wasn't really surprised, Kike do earn more than that and all she does is spend it on her clothings, beauty treatments and many more though she ensures she takes good care of us.

"You're shocked?" Her sweet voice brought me out of my thoughts and I shook my head in response.

"So, K.Y, can you just think about it? Try to be reasonable here and stop wasting your teenage years, you need to enjoy your life."

I scoffed, "Is that what you call enjoyment?"

She shrugged, "What more? Anyway," she readjusted her sitting position and my younger sister stirred on the bed, she wasn't going to school today so far she was just recovering, "Umm, K.Y, there's this new job this weekend, it's a minister this time and you know just how much we'll earn from that, he wants Twosome and I want you to come with me."

I burst into a shrill laughter and she eyed me.

"Why are you laughing nah?" She complained before I eventually halted my laughter and faced her squarely.

"Kike, you're very funny," I uttered while ignoring her glare when I mentioned Kike instead of Beauty, "You're very funny, what type of proposal is that? Do you actually think I'll go with you? It's better you go and meet your colleagues or whatever, they'll gladly go with you, the people that have been looking for opportunity."

She rolled her eyes yet again, "You know  other girls don't like me."

I chuckled, "How will they? When you just came out from no where and collected their shine? But then just go to them, the offer is too tempting to decline," I told her and she scoffed.

"It's tempting yet you're declining it, what can I use to make you do it ehn?"

"Maybe if you try juju," I jested and she hissed.

"But you..."

I cut in, "See, Kike, I have to go to work, I'm almost late," I rose to my feet and picked up my bag by her side, planting a soft kiss on my sleeping sister's head, I turned to Kike who hissed.

"I've prepared breakfast already, see you later," I waved at her and she sighed.

"But, K.Y, try to think about this offer, it's two million we are talking about here, can't you..."

I wagged my index finger, "Nah, there's nothing to think about, I have pupils to teach," and with that I walked out of the room. Greeting other occupants who reluctantly replied me, they hated me too because of Kike, I was lucky to get a bike that drove me to Mercyland nursery and primary school; my workplace.

I wouldn't lie that Kike's offer wasn't tempting, it is but then it's better I work my ass off for years than just desecrate my body, yeah, with just one night I can earn enough to further my education but then I'll rather work than sleep with men old enough to be my great grandfather.

"Sweetheart," a voice which I instantly recognised to be a fool's called from the entrance of the classroom.

I scoffed before raising my head from the assignments I'd been marking before my thoughts wandered off to Kike's offer.

"How many times will I tell you to stop calling me that? Is it that hard to comprehend or you're just plain dumb?" I almost shouted.

He smiled while running his hand around his ugly beards, "I know you like me, you just want me to keep wooing you right?"

I scoffed. Thing is  I hated conceited guys like him most especially this one that thinks he's the most handsome guy on earth just because other teachers have been running after him claiming he was fine, little did he know he only looked like a goat to me, with that his ugly beards that complimented his goat look.

The first time I even met the idiot, he'd portrayed a good guy's traits only for me to have given him my number and he ended up telling me about girls running after him, he kept on praising himself and even sent screenshots of his chat with desperate girls asking him out. Like what the hell?

"This will be the last time I'll tell you to back off, ahan, what is it? I said I'm not interested, is it by force?" I voiced out while trying not to raise my voice in order not to disturb the pupils copying their notes.

He sat on the plastic chair in front of me, "Sweetheart I know you're only forming hard to get, I know how to handle girls like you, you'll still be mine at the end."

I scoffed before seeing the headmistress pass by my class, I screamed her name and the fool in front of me tried stopping me but the headmistress walked in.

"Yes, Aunty K.Y, you called me," the headmistress asked. It was a norm for all teachers to refer to themselves as Aunties and Uncles.

"Yes ma, Uncle here has been sitting idly while his period has started, he claims he doesn't have the strength to teach the kids," I lied smoothly and the fool widened his eyes at me.

"Uncle is that true? You know we don't condone laziness in this school? You didn't call in sick which shows you're perfectly fine so, why aren't you teaching? It's the kids foundation and they mustn't miss it," The Headmistress lectured.

The fool glared at me before getting up, "I'm sorry ma," he apologized and I chuckled.

"Better, " she proceeded to leave but my voice stopped her.

"And please tell him to stop giving me creepy looks, it's really annoying,  he's here to teach not seduce me," I added and they both turned to me with surprised looks while I shrugged.

There goes the first chapter
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