Title: Streets of New York
Author: MDVL
Authors Note: This story is based on a true life experience, of course some things I made up or overreacted a little to make this story better.

This story will deal with rape, drugs, love and dead.

Dedication: My girl (1988 – 2004)
Disclaimer: I do not own SoN characters. All disclaimers go to Tom Lynch and The-N. Other original characters belong to me.
Beta Reader: 2bz2breading (Without Kei, I couldn't make it this far! Thank you so much!)
Rating: R, will be NC-17 in future chapters
Summary: Spencer is a dropout student who lives in the streets of NY, can she get out of her dark life or will she stay there forever. Can she finally experience unconditional love?

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Streets of New York

Epilog

At the age of fifteen I lost my father, accepted I was gay, shunned by my family, became a high school dropout, and lived as a prostitute. Thankfully my life wasn't always like this. As a child you could probably say I had a pretty good life. My parents loved me and I had a great connection with my sister and brother. It all ended the day I lost my father in a car accident, crushing our family. My mother couldn't bear to be in Ohio, the place where she fell in love with my father, so she decided to move the family to LA. After that my life started to change, but unfortunately it was for the worse.

After the death of my father, I thought I had created a stronger bond with my mother. We were like best friends, and she always promised that I could tell her everything and anything without judgment. So the moment I accepted that I was gay, I told my mother but the outcome was not what I expected. I could say I was happy that she didn't knock me out or hurt me physical, but she hurt me emotionally. She screamed that I wasn't her daughter anymore and that I was a shame on the family. She kicked me out of the house at the age of 15. I had no place where I could stay, so the streets were the only option.

With the savings I had, I flew to New York. I thought a new city would be better, so that I could make a fresh start without people knowing about me. I tried to find a job, but being a high school dropout and young made it just about impossible to secure employment. After 4 months in my new city, all of my savings were gone and I still hadn't found a job. I was kicked out of my motel room, leaving me homeless. I thought about calling family in Ohio but they think just like my mother. I've been shunned from my family as if I never existed.

With nowhere to go, I walked around the streets all day and night, and that's where I met Skye. She was a tall woman with very short blonde hair and soon became my best friend. She was 18 years old and also lived on the streets. Skye lost both her parents at a young age and was sent to foster care. The family she was placed with was horrible and only wanted the money they received for taking children in. They didn't care about Skye or any of the other foster children so she left. She sneaked out one day and never went back. That was 4 years ago and since then she has been living on the streets.

Skye knew everything what was happening around here and was kind enough to offer me a place to stay. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was a place with a roof and that was all that mattered at the moment.

She taught me what she knew about surviving on the streets and for which places and areas to watch out and avoid. She offered me to join her "family", that if I join them I would always be protected. A lot of homeless people, especially teenagers, form families to take care of each other and to look out for one another. Some of these families are worse than where they came from but sometimes that's all you had for survival. So that's what I did, I joined Skye's family. I knew that if I didn't have people watching my back that I could possibly end up dead laying in some dirty alley, hoping that my body is discovered before it was rotting away.

Besides stealing to survive, Skye also taught me how to sell my body. As I child I never imagined being a prostitute. Who does? My father always told me that I would have a fabulous life, full of unconditional love. He also told me that I would never have to worry about a job. He was so wrong in so many ways. I know he thought telling me a fairytale was what every girl wanted to hear but that didn't prepare me for life. He died before he could give me real-life stories on how to survive in this world. He would be so disappointed to know that I never really experienced unconditional love. He would also be disappointed if he knew what I had to do to survive.

I still was unemployed and no one wanted to hire me, so that's when Skye proposed prostitution as a way out. I was completely against it at first, but if I didn't work, I didn't eat. Skye promised me that nothing will ever happen to me and that if I was going to work at the same place as her I didn't need to worry. Obviously her idea of worry was completely different from mine. Having sex with random people for money is not something you can place in the back of your mind.

She introduced me to her pimp, Mitch who seemed nice enough. It's not like I had anything to compare it to, he was a pimp. I think he was nice mostly because I was still under age. He kept staring at me which made me a little uncomfortable given he worked in the sex industry. I didn't know what to expect and what was expected of me. He reassured me that with my age, looks and body, I would be in very high demand. He called me his diamond, the most beautiful girl he ever had working for him.

Not soon after my first meeting with Mitch, I received my first job. I was beyond nervous and scared shitless. I was a virgin. I've never been with a guy and although I desire to, I've never been with another girl. To say I was more than apprehensive about giving my virginity to a complete stranger would be an understatement. Once I told Mitch about my virginity he introduced me to my new best friend, cocaine. He gave it to me so that I could relax and get the job done. He thought it would loosen my inhibitions and he was correct because it certainly helped.

Mitch looked out for me and arranged it so that the first guy I slept with was close my age. Although I was still a little nervous, I gave him the full ride. A full ride, if you're wondering includes a blow job, missionary, doggy, and cowboy. The bad thing about all of this was that it didn't bother me at all. Once it was over after, I put my clothes back on, got the money and walked out of the apartment. Due to the cocaine, the affects of what I had just done hadn't taken over. Although I wasn't in to guys, the sex wasn't that bad and it was only a means to an end.

The one thing I wasn't expecting however were the side effects of the cocaine. Not long after my sex session, I felt the cocaine stop working and felt worse than I had ever felt. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to get to Skye as soon possible hoping that she would be "home" to help me.

Luckily she was home and knew what I needed to help reduce the attacks on my body. She took me under her wing once again and helped me out with the side effects of the drugs the remainder of the night. It didn't take long before I became a junkie like her and the majority of the people in this profession.

Almost every night I fucked a different man. At this point, I didn't give a shit about my life anymore. I felt like a ghost and tried to commit suicide twice but as you all can see it didn't work because I'm still alive. After a year of having sex with only men, I told Mitch that I didn't what to fuck only men anymore because I knew I was gay and wanted to fuck women as well. I was hoping that enjoying being with women would help me enjoy sex more, regardless of the gender. Yes, I was getting paid to perform a service but that didn't mean I couldn't have fun while doing it. What else did I have to lose?

Mitch never saw the gay bomb coming and especially in a time like this, because more and more straight, or bi women wanted to experience one night with a woman. I was his diamond so anything I wanted, he complied. Because I wanted to have sex with men and women, he earned a lot of money off of my services.

I shouldn't be proud of this, but after having so much experience with women in my bed, I was known as the best in my profession. Although it should have been the other way around, women paid more than men to spend one night with me. Unfortunately, even though I was making the money, I wasn't able to keep all of it. Every amount of money I earned, I needed to pay Mitch sixty percent off the top, with and rest of the money I had to going to the leader of our family, Dion for protection, food and drugs.

Everything was going smoothly for a while. I kept getting steady work and contributed more than anyone in the family. Then one night everything changed for what I thought was the better. I met a woman who I fell in love with and after 3 months of dating she asked me to quit prostituting myself and to go away with her. She promised that she would take care of me and I believed her. I finally experienced how it felt to be taken care of by someone that didn't want anything in return.

Skye warned me about the consequences if I tried to leave the family, but I was too determent to listen to her, plus I didn't believe that she was telling the truth because she didn't want to lose me. So when I told Dion I was leaving, he laughed at me and told me that I made a huge mistake. I didn't care about making any mistakes, I just wanted to be with the woman I loved.

Dion told all the family members that I wanted to leave and they made my life a hell. The beat me up until I couldn't breathe and then I got raped by 3 different members of the family, Dion being one of them. The only thing I could do was cry the whole time and imagine the face of my girl Madison.

After I was raped, they drugged me. When I finally woke up, I was in one of the rooms of the house covered by a dirty blanket. Once I was able to clear my vision and collect my thoughts, I was a living nightmare. Lying on the dirty floor next to me was my beautiful Madison, dead. I pulled her to me and just rocked her cold body gently with mine. Her eyes were still open and seemed to be staring directly into my soul. I broke down once I closed her eyes and just started bawling my eyes out, knowing that I couldn't bring her back to me. The pain was too much to bear but before I could join Madison, Dion entered the room.

He smirked and told me I got exactly what I deserved and that no one leaves the family alive. I couldn't accept that she was dead. My girl was DEAD, murdered by this group of people and all because I wanted to leave for a better life.

After just a few more minutes with Madison they tried to take her away from me, letting me know that they were going to burn her body. That way, evidence would be hard to come by. One of the guys asked me if I wanted a finger as a memento since they would be cutting them off. I just looked at him, horrified at what they were about to my lover. I tried to fight them but of course I was too weak given my earlier ordeal so I just watched them take her body.

I broke down once again, feeling the anguish and pain of the past few months swelter over me. For once since I was kicked out, I felt loved and wanted. Madison tried to show me a better world, and I knew there was never going to be a chance to see this world now with her gone. I was hers forever and at that moment I changed my last name to Duarte.

When Skye saw me lying on the ground she ran towards me and engulfed me into her arms. I cried harder once she started stroking my back, telling me everything is going to be okay. She pulled back and handed me a needle. I didn't care what was in it. I just needed to dull the pain pounding in my heart. I took the needle with a sense of urgency and injected it into my vein. The pain immediately subsided and I was off dreaming about Madison and the life we were suppose to have together.

About two weeks after Madison died everything went back to normal, or as normal as they could be. I know that I would never forget her but I also didn't speak about her to anyone, but only because I was scared of what might happened. I don't think I could survive on these streets without them but the hard part was the knowledge that I couldn't survive with them either.

My name is Spencer Duarte and this is a story about how I survived the streets.