I felt the cold Cincinnati air fill my lungs as I stood on my usual corner. Tonight was colder than any other night, It was snowing. It was Friday and the night life was just beginning it was the perfect time for customers. Selling my body to strangers was never what I wanted to do with my life. I had been standing on this very corner every Weekend for the past 4 years out of my 18 year existence. Yeah that's right 4 years! I started at the young age of 14. I didn't have a choice. I was forced. My mother was a prostitute as well, In fact she worked this corner as well. My mother left me when I was 15, She married a rich Mexican drug dealer and left me too defend for myself. I never knew my father and didn't ever want to, He was abusive to my mother. I gently ran a finger over my wrist tattoo. 'Hope' was the word tattooed on my wrist. That one word means a lot to me. There's been times where I gave up hope that one day I could do something better with my life. I still believe that one day I'll get away from all this mess and live a normal happy life.
Silently I cried to myself as I closed the apartment door behind me. I wondered how much longer I could take of being treated like a sex doll. I smoothed down my skirt and shoved the 20 dollars that I had just made into my pocket. After every customer I felt dirty, Cheap and worthless. I finally made it back to my own apartment. Instantly I made my way to the bathroom and stripped off. Cautiously I inspected my bruises and red marks from where I had been hit with a leather belt. This was all part of the job though. Some customers just liked it rough. I proceeded into the shower and turned the water on. Cold water hit my body and I slightly jumped at the sudden touch of cold water. After I had washed and dried myself , I climbed into my bed. Flash backs of tonights events and the rough encounter I had kept repeating itself in my mind….There was no way I was sleeping tonight.
Jon inhaled the last puff of his cigarette. An after match smoke always made him feel better and eased the pain. He put out his cigarette bud as he walked out of the high school gym that he had just wrestled in and made his way to his car. He drove back to his unpleasant apartment in which he shared with his mother. Jon walked through the door of his apartment and flung his bags on to the floor of the narrow hall way. Quietly he made his way to the living room where he seen his mother sleeping on the couch with a bottle of Vodka tucked under her arm. He sighed, This was a normal night for his mother , She'd work on a corner and then drink until she passed out. Jon covered her with a blanket and then went to his room. For most of his 18 year existence all he saw was his mother high on drugs or whoring around with men. Education meant nothing for Jon, He was kicked out of every school in Cincinnati. The only thing Jon cared about was Wrestling….