Chapter 37: SOFIA
The saying that beggars can’t be choosers, is a platitude that truly hints at the choicelessness that pleading subjects one to.
Another item in the list of things I hated doing was begging. Especially for things that normally I shouldn’t be pleading for.
But life as a bitch can often leave us with no choice but to beg. Just as it’s doing now, as I face the reputable CEO of the Wellington Fashion Empire.
He had his hands steepled as he leaned forward in expectancy.
For 8 years, I didn’t beg for anything. All my needs were met even before I voiced them. I had everything at my beck and call, but not anymore.
For everything I want. For every need, I had to beg for it. I had to grovel until my pleas were deemed enough.
Alicia loved it when I begged. It gave her utmost satisfaction to see me go down on my knees and plead.
I remember the very first morning after Simon Reed dumped me at her doorpost. Apparently they had discussed it before he abandoned me there and disappeared into the night.
Felix and Agatha (late now) took me inside. I hadn’t really spoken all day. The trauma of having my whole existence - altered, left me speechless.
The shock of it was too great that my lips were sealed.
They asked me questions, and I didn’t answer. They said things, their voices sounding muffled, far away and distant and I didn’t make out most of their words.
"Oh you poor thing, you are shaking as a drenched cat, here, let me cover you with this. Felix, I should make her something hot."