Better Days

I hurriedly grab the few things that I had of mine that was laying around the hotel before leaving. I walk to the bus stop before a voice calls my name making me shiver in disgust, "we go do this again sweetheart?! " one of my "clients" calls out but I just continue walking.

I silently sit on the dusty, old seats of the bus holding my heels in my hands while tears run down my eyes ruining my make-up further. I watch as a older woman gives me a disgusting look before moving her child closer to her and away from me. I understand why, who would want to seat with me? A woman who spreads her legs for quick catch to horny men who just wants a cheap thrill...