Her cousin is beautiful.
Point blank!
There's no sugar-coating or exaggeration. She is plain beautiful. While Natalie stands at 5'4", Polly passes her over with four to five inches.
Her height complements her curvy model's bod but is pointed and carved in the right places. Her skin is soft and heavily supported by various body enhancement surgeries. She has gracious black shiny eyes that pop up her tiny cheeks, making her face look thin and bony.
But, beneath this alluring beauty and physique lies a bitch.
Polly Tatiana Deserue is—for lack of a suitable contextual word—a bitch. A slimy conniving gold-digging bitch. Her bitchiness wasn't only restricted to men but also to the point where she spits on puppies and carves spikes into the heart of hopeful children.
You'd think Natalie being her cousin would soften things up, but when Natalie arrived at Polly's place, the latter kicked her out without even allowing her to cross the front door.
Polly only let her in when Natalie bargained to pay for 40% of her rent but Polly saw this as an opportunity and switched it up a notch to a solid 80% rent payment.
Natalie cooked and cleaned while Polly went out early in the morning and came back early the next morning with a bunch of hickies. Well, it happened every day, except Sundays.
Today is Sunday, Natalie lounges on the couch, munching on a stick of liquorice. She scrunches her nose in thought as her mind wanders around her current situation.
She needs to find another job.
With the way it's going, she isn't sure she can feed and keep a roof over her head with just the $195.50 she gets in D& J's. She needs to find a solid job that can pay for her temporary accommodation and save her from dying of starvation.
Natalie nods in apprehension after finishing the last stick. Polly had gone out earlier in the morning. She wore a blood-red jumpsuit and strutted out immediately she got her keys from the vanity. She isn't back yet and Natalie is getting slightly worried.
Polly, however, came in the next day. She had a frown etched on her face and an unlit cigarette clutched around her left fingers. Natalie had waited till Polly freshened up and came down for dinner before she started.
"I need a job."
Polly pauses shortly and glances at Natalie before shoving the spoon into her lips and chewing lazily.
"But you have a job."
"Yes. I need another one," Natalie inwardly groans. This conversation was taking an awkward turn and now she's regretting why she even opened her big mouth in the first place.
Polly types something on her phone before looking back up at Natalie. "Okay? Why are you telling me?"
This time, Natalie groans out loud. Her cousin is such a pain in the butt.
"I know you work in different places. Can you... Can you maybe squeeze me in one?"
Polly snorts then settles with a smirk. She shakes her head diminishingly before whispering, "Squeeze you in..." She shakes her head again and chuckles loudly.
"You don't know what you're saying. Stick to your job."
Natalie pushes her meal before leaning her arms on the table while staring at Polly, who has long forgotten about her food and I was taping loudly against her phone screen.
"Polly, please I need this job! We're running low on groceries and the water will soon be cut off. I need extra cash."
"No."
"Come on, Polly! Is it dangerous? I can handle it!"
This set Polly off.
"Shut up Nat! You can't handle it!"
Natalie's eyes widen in surprise. She leans back against her chair and crosses her arms. A look of disbelief crosses her face and she almost laughs from the irony.
"I can't handle it? That was the same thing mom said to you. I don't see you backing off and squatting with your cousin," When she sees uncertainty in Polly's eyes, she continues. "Jesus Polly! I'm freaking 21! I can handle it!"
Polly bites her lip in thought before sighing and shaking her head. "Tomorrow. 1 pm. No backing out."
With that, Polly huffs and leaves the dining room.
Natalie beams in delight as she packs up the plates into the dishwasher.
She believes her life is getting back together—after a month of mourning a lost relationship.