CHANCED TO LOVE

Eva's POV:

The trees sheds it's leafs on me, into small ponds, brushing sands on it.

The whole New Way Street - silent, only having sounds of my moving feet. And I swear deep down, I can hear the footsteps of an angry woman approaching me.

She, a plumply looking woman in her late fifties. Her face sculptured with heavy makeup and red lipstick. Her face shows no smile, just a bit lift of lip which is obviously her natural face.

"Take this!" A bag filled with clothes was being thrown at me. I quickly caught it before it could hit my face.

"Wash those and iron them too. And I will be having them tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am."

I turned around and dragged my body out of the compound with the bag with me. Well, working like this is better than selling my body for money. I will make sure to work hard to care for my sister. I can't lack. No, I refuse to lack money for my sister's treatment.

"Hey trash girl!"

I heard someone call me with the famous nickname I usually get called with. I turned around to see him. My crush. This tall looking man endowed with the beauty of a celebrity. But as I was being called trash girl by this same person I got a crush on. He wouldn't even spare a glance at me. My clothes are worn out and my hair do look unkept, of course I fit the name 'trash girl'.

"And Where are you heading to in this time of the day?"

"To work."

"Here." He threw a bag, and I caught it. "Wash those for me and make sure to return it tomorrow evening."

"Yes sir." I quickly nod my head in agreement. I lift up my head to look at his face, but as usual, he wasn't looking at me. Not even spare a glance at me, and that saddens me a lot.

"Um." He walked away leaving me with the two bags.

I sighed softly before walking towards my home.

Yes, I have a home.

I leave with my father, I don't have a mother cause she had left me ever since I was a baby. She is dead. I have an older sister who is unfortunately very sickly. My father doesn't care about the both of us, which made I and my sister look for manual jobs just to feed ourselves.

My sister just came down with an unknown illness and the doctor had told us to go get up to hundred thousand dollars to treat her. Father doesn't care as usual, but I cared so much about my sister and I will do everything for her to be well again.

Reaching home, I met dad dragging himself into the compound with two bottle if beers with him. He grumbled, making a way towards me. His red eyes shows no sign of mercy and he looked like someone who had had a fight with someone before walking back to his home.

"Eva, money."

"But father, I don't have money." I replied.

"Give me money now or you are going to regret ever having me as a father."

I scoffed internally. As if I already don't regret having him as a father.

"I don't have money pa." My reply came out rudely. But who could blame me? I have been working all day just to put something in my mouth and for my sister's treatment. And the last thing I want right now is to meet a nagging father asking me for money.

This is America. As big as if is, he could find a job easily, but father choose not to work, lazing around like a retired man.

"Yes you have. You are just lying to me. See..." He pointed to the stuffs with me. "You have got a lot of work over there, which means you must have so many cash with you as well."

"I don't have money father." I snapped at him.