A distressed woman sat on the bed in the bare motel room weeping. Nine hours after entering the room, there she was in the same place doing the same thing. She doubted that her tears would ever subside and she resented the aching pain inside that refused to stop. At that moment, she felt like garbage, like nothing anyone would ever want or acknowledge. She hastily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and stared at the wall for the millionth time. Eventually, the aching pain inside would throb once again and remind her of why she had ended up in the place where she was and tears began to fill her eyes blurring her vision yet again.
 

She was said by some to be a beautiful creation and a classic beauty, but deep down she felt ugly,disgusting and a mistake that should have never come into the world. She never wanted to leave the motel room, but her stomach was grumbling in such a way that she would almost wince. She sighed and wearily stood up to find something to stop the overwhelming pain in her stomach.
 

She looked down into the parking lot wondering why the sun was shining. She decided long ago that she hated the sun because it was associated with happiness. She hated the sun for not realizing that not everyone is happy just because it was shining. She looked around for a vending machine or a fast food restaurant, but failed to find one and almost gave up until she saw the cleaner.
 

"Excuse me." the woman said meekly in a volume almost inaudible as the cleaner was about to enter the room. He turned around slowly and looked at the woman who had called him. He could tell she had been crying and the look in her eyes made his heart wrench. He took pity on her and asked, "What can I do for you?" Her volume remained the same quiet sound as she replied. "I um, was wondering if there was any food nearby." He noticed that her eyes never left the ground and her hands were curled into fists. "Yes, just downstairs there's a food parlour. It's not much, but there's some soup and snacks." She nodded and headed downstairs and he knew that there was more to that woman than meets the eye.
 

"Well hey there. Would you like a sandwhich?" she nodded in reply and sat herself down in one of the seats hastily eating the food before her. The older woman watched her as she scarfed down the grilled cheese sandwhich and just before she was about to leave, the older woman called out. "Wait! That'll be a dollar fifty." A look of panic overcame the woman's face, but before she could say anything, the older woman waved off what she had just said. "I understand. Don't worry about it. It's on me." She waited a while deciding whether or not to ask, but she decided to anyway. "Is everything ok with you miss?" The sad woman only nodded and the older woman knew there was no use in continuing to ask. "If you're out of cash, there's a cafe that just opened and they're looking for some people to work for them. It's just out down the block behind the motel." Once again the woman only nodded and left.
 

The owner of the new bakery looked at the woman before her. "So you're telling me you can work full time?" The woman infront of her nodded. The owner took a good look at the woman and decided that her clothes were inappropriate for an interview. When she talked, she always seemed to be holding back and at times she would have to lean in to hear what she said. Nevertheless, the bakery was opening the following day and she needed an new employee badly. "Alright then I'll see you here tomorrow at eight o'oclock sharp. I'll have your uniform ready by then." The owner decided that she would give her try and if she failed to do her duties, she would have to be let go.
 

Torrence hated what he was about to do, but it had to be done. He had been contemplating about quitting his job as assistant manager of this motel, but he just had not been able to bring himself to do it lately. Besides, he needed the money. He just detested some of the tasks he was assigned such as having to kick out customers who had not paid their dues or walking in on prostitutes and having to ask them to leave. He lifted his hand and softly knocked on the door. When there was no response, he knocked a little louder.
 

"Hi. Sorry to bother you." Torrence stepped in when the door finally opened. "Listen, I'm here to collect the rent. You haven't paid for the past couple days." Torrence could see that his words had brought a sense of panic to the woman's eyes. He waited for a reponse, but she just stared at the ground, her hands in fists and her jaw clenched. Finally, she replied, "I don't have...anything." Torrence knew what he had to reply and hated it everytime he had to say it to a customer. "I'm sorry then ma'm. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
 

She suddenly put her face in her hands and began to sob uncontrollably. This was the hardest part of Torrence's job, but this was the worst a customer had ever taken the news and Torrence absolutely hated seeing this woman cry. "Don't cry..." was all he could think to say. The woman began to speak through her sobs. "I don't have any money. Please, I'll pay you in two weeks. I just got a job. Please, let me stay. I don't want to go back there. I can't go back. I'd rather kill myself than go back."
 

Torrence grabbed the woman by her shoulders. "Hey now, it's okay. I'll tell you what, I'll cover for your bill until you get your paycheque. You can pay me back." Torrence heard her breathe a sigh of relief. If his boss ever found out what he had just done, he would be in the biggest trouble for sure. Telling by the way she reacted to his news, she had no desire to go back to where she came from and Torrence found it difficult to think that he would send her back there.
 

"Thank you." she said without looking at him. "You're welcome...what's your name?" It seemed as though she hesitated for a moment or two before telling him her name. "Becky." Her voice cracked as she said her name. "You're welcome Becky. I'm Torrence." He stood there for a moment searching her face for any other information, but all he saw was fear and sadness. "Well I'll be off." And he left without another word.
 

Becky stood there in her crisp new uniform on the first day of her new job. She was thankful that she was able to get the job even if it was only because they needed someone immediately. She had no idea how long she was going to stay at the motel, but all she knew was that going back was not an option. She pushed aside the fearful memories and fought her doubts and decided to try to get through the first day. She took her place behind the counter and decided that she would survive on her own.
 

"Hi. I'll have a kettle of tea please. You can just deliver that to my table. By the way, my boyfriend's meeting me here so he'll be joining me at my table." She stalked off toward a table and sat down. Becky suspected that girl must think she was a celebrity with the hint of arrogance in her voice and the way she had ordered,. Becky finished making the tea and brought the tray towards the table the girl was sitting at. She noticed that her boyfriend had arrived.
 
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