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The car swerved around the sharp mend giving a narrow miss to the on-coming bus. This is it,she has come to a point where she is not suicidal but if a robber broke into her house and held a gun to her head she would smile and say go ahead, or if she walked into oncoming traffic she wouldn't even look up. She has finally reached the point where if she could die without having to take her own life..she would
What drove her to this point?, Everything. Her whole life up to this day where she almost drove into an oncoming bus.
Her parents died in a car crash when she was very small, she was thrown from foster home to foster home, the previous worst than the next.
Finally at 18 years old she broke free, got a small bachelor flat and a job and at that point it felt like heaven.
Not for long. Her boss she was to find out is an abusive, sadistic pervert. She kept quiet and because she needed the job so badly, she took all his molestation and emotional abuse for 3 years.
At age 21 she almost had a nervous breakdown and just stayed away from work, after 6 days when the secretary phoned to check on her she lied and said she found a better oppertunity.
She was unemployed, broke, and nearing a full on mental breakdown.
Furiously looking for a job just to keep her flat and not die of starvation she found a job as a barlady at a well known nightclub.
The manager was charming and kind, the salary was good and the tips even better, she began to relax.
Working at the bar for almost 7 months one night the other barlady called in sick, the manager was at home with a sick toddler and she was on her own. It was a thursday night so things was quiet, she was confident she could handle it. Customers came and went.
Nearing the end of the night she noticed a tall handsome man sitting alone at the end of the bar. She walked over and asked what he wanted to drink as it was last round. He smiled and said :"Double Jack Daniels on the rocks". She quickly poured his drink and helped the last two guys to pay their bill. Now just the stranger and she could cashup and lock.
She started putting off aircons, checked windows, put off the music, usual routine.
Upon returning behind the bar the stranger swallowed his last whiskey, put cash on the counter, tipped his black cowboy hat at her, smiled and walked out.
She went and locked the door, satisfied her first solo shift went well.
She did the cashup, locked everything in the safe, switched off the lights, grabbed her bag and headed for the door.
Usually her manager would drop her off at home because this time at night there are no more busses.
She would had to take a taxi tonight.
She locked the door, dropped the keys in her bag and as she turned around and just as she wanted to head for the...