My Addiction by Ida Gonzalez (best ereader for academics .txt) 📕

Paula

"Good morning, guys" I greet.

"Good morning, Paula,” Isa hugs me and tells me that she has news, that she needs to talk to me.

"We will talk at noon, Isa," I respond.

"Okay, it's about the money, Paula," I open my eyes.

"What did you say, Isa?" she looks at me and smiles.

"I think I found a solution," I was thinking about it all morning without being able to concentrate on anything else until noon.

"Now, Isa, what do you have to tell me?" I ask with great anxiety.

"Look, you said you would do anything for Kathy, right?" I nod my head in affirmation.

"Well, I talked to Santiago and he told me something. I don't know if you would want to do it," she replies with a tinge of doubt.

"Isa, please tell me once and for all. Anything to pay for Kathy's treatment," I declared.

"Well, as you know, he moves in a circle of men with money and a lot of power."

"And that?"

"Let me continue, Paula"

"Well, sorry, go on" Lately, anxiety and lack of sleep have taken a toll on me.

"And he told me that if you wanted, you could be the companion of one of those men and that they will pay you for it. He tells me that they pay very well for those services," I'm stunned by what I hear.

"What? Isa, you're crazy? do you realize what you're telling me?"

"Yes, and you said you would do anything."

"I know, friend but I don't know," I trailed off in a defeating tone.

"Come on, it's not that you're going to have sex with them. It's just being an escort for one night and voila, they will pay you good money for that."

"I don't know, Isa. I have to think about it."

"Well, think about it Paula, and let me know," I keep thinking about what Isabela just told me.

"My shift is over. I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she comments. I only see her pick up her things to leave, but I still can't comprehend any of this. I was perplexed, but no one said that this would be easy. Prostitute? that would be.

"It's okay, Isa. See you tomorrow,” she leaves a kiss on my cheek to leave. I keep thinking about everything. I can't do that. I would be, more or less, a whore without sex. No one would pay for a woman and not ask sex in return. I pout my lips, leaning against the wall.

God! I don't think I can do it. Yeah, I said I will do anything but I don't know if I can do something this crazy.

I wake up the next day. Today Katy’s treatment will begin. After doing our daily routine, we arrive at the hospital.

"Good morning, Miss," I greet the hospital receptionist when we arrived.

"Good morning," replies the woman.

“We have an appointment with Dr. Luis Parissi.”

She checks her computer and after a few seconds, she tells us we can get in.

We go up the stairs and arrive at his office, again the doctor's secretary welcomes us, who makes us enter immediately.

"Good morning, doctor," we say hello and he smiles when he sees me.

"Good morning" he replies with a commercial toothpaste smile. I mentally laugh at my thought. He must be thinking I'm crazy by the way he is looking at me.

"Today, we start the treatment, Katy," he speaks and I just nodd"

“she is too scared doctor," I divulge.

“You have nothing to fear. Everything will be fine, okay?”

"Well miss, come with me. We will go to the room that will be assigned to her as one day she will be hospitalized to start her treatment, and we will see how she evolves" we follow the doctor. I am also very nervous about how Katy is going to react to the treatment and about the cost of the same.

I called Marc to inform him that today I could not come to work and he agrees as he was always very understanding. I do not want to take advantage of his feelings towards me but in these cases, I thank him for being like that with me.

I spent the whole day waiting in the waiting room, without leaving my sister for a second. I am so nervous that I almost ate all my nails.

After an hour, the Doctor reappears.

"Doctor, how is my sister?” I ask.

"Pretty well, Paula. She reacts pretty well to the medications. She will be under observation all night and tomorrow morning I will discharge her. These are the medications that she should take at home and all the prescription for them and you will keep me informed of everything. Here's my number, call me anytime," he says.

"Thank you really, doctor. You are very kind," he shakes my hand and does not let go. I feel that he caresses me gently or is it my imagination? I feel very uncomfortable with his gesture. I pull my hand with some force and he realizes, giving me a little smile.

"Excuse me, Paula," I nod my head slightly and he leaves.