Only three days remained. Time was slipping away far too quickly. The last couple days, Andrew had laid in bed unable to find it in him to get up. He stared at the wall while waiting for death to come and claim him. Holly walked in and sat down on the bed beside him.
"You look like a mess." Holly prodded.
"I don't want to talk about it." Andrew said softly.
"I'm going to a party on Friday."
"Okay."
"Dad, has a suitor he wants me to meet and fall head over heels for…"
"I'm sure you will."
"Really? That's it? You're just fine with that?"
"I'll be dead by then anyway."
"You fuckin' Cuck! I expected better from you! I figured you cared enough about me that you'd do what has to be done."
Holly stood up.
"Come find me, if you change your mind. Until then feel free to wallow in your little pit of sadness!"
Holly walked out the door and slammed it on her way out.
There was one day remaining on the clock. Andrew walked down to the red light district of town in the dead of night.
"They risk their lives doing business… this is just simply what was probably going to happen anyways. " Andrew bargained with himself.
Andrew walked in to "the good night", a local whorehouse that was open twenty-four seven. They ran there business illegally. And so to Andrew, what he was about to do seemed justified. Andrew walked up to the service desk.
"Hey, Can I see who's working tonight?" Andrew said feeling as though his soul had just left his body.