(Before we get started…. I created this story. This has nothing to do with Twilight or its charcters. I love the Twilight series just as much as yall speaking of whitch Eclipse was amazing! I went to the prom and OMG. Lol. Ok anyways this is about a girl named Emily and how she struggles with drugs, prostitution, relationships, crime and her family. I hope you enjoy it and please Review!.)
Emily
I lay in bed looking at the ceiling as my old patched quilt itched my exposing skin. How many times have I done this in my life time? 1,000 maybe more? It had become a ritual or something. I snuck out every night since I was 10. At first it started with just going to a friend's house, then it became more. I played with one of the strings that was hanging off of the quilt as I listened to see if my dad had fallen asleep yet. My mom died 8 months ago. That's when everything got real bad. My dad lost his job and didn't bother to get a new one all he ever does is drink. My dad is a mean drunk and he has always liked to kill things and hit people so when he drinks it gets turned up a notch. I listened again and heard the faint snoring of my dad sleeping. I got out of the bed and stood up flattening my already perfectly straight hair. I was wearing a pink crop top and a pair of low rider faded jeans. I had my pink lacy thong pulled up a little above my waist line exposing it for all to see. I crept over to my dresser with a mirror attached to it. I looked myself in the mirror. I was a very pretty girl. Most people called me gorgeous, beautiful, sexy any of those names would fit. I was 5'7, 125 pounds. 32 C boobs, blonde hair with pink strips in it, blue eyes and 13 years old. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my new pink razor phone. I just got it today. A lady was sitting next to me on the bus and it was laying on the seat and I reached down and grabbed it then pulled the emergency stop cord and sprinted for the door listening to the lady screaming stop as I flung myself out the door and behind an alley. The bus pulled away and I got a new phone. I grinned to myself. I glanced at the clock on the phone. It was 11:45. I sighed in frustration. I had to be at work by
12:00. I moved quickly over to my window and pulled back the curtains exposing the night air. I swung one leg over then the other and jumped down. I started jogging down my drive way. I turned and looked back at our beat up old blue trailer house. It was a piece of shit and so was everything else that lay in that house. I turned and started jogging down the road again. I reached the side walk and turned left and broke out into a run. The coaches at school always said I was a natural born runner. I was the fastest in the grade and I never ran out of breath. I still go to school every once and awhile but that's barely ever. I'm always at work or sleeping at one of my friend's house. I saw the building a little up ahead so I pushed my legs harder making myself go faster and turned left again and ran to the side of the building where a big medal door stood. I rapped my fist hard on the door and Tara stuck her head out.
"Oh good its you" she sighed in relief
"Yea so can I come in or you going to make me stand out here?" I said
She pulled back the door and I walked in. the building was actually pretty nice. White and black concrete floors and a couple of tables and chairs. A sofa in one end with a TV next to it. There was a big wooden door at the back of the room. That was Richards's office. Richard took pretty good care of us. Most of the time. He clothed us and fed us when we needed it. He ran a very high business for L.A there were about 15 girls in here right now, 30 all together but we take shifts every so night. We had Sundays off. We were paid very well, 100 bucks a pop and we could keep 50 of it incase of an emergency. We gave the rest of it to Richard. So if you had 3 customers one night you would get 150 from it and give the rest to Richard. At the end of the week he would divide the money and give us each our salary. Every week we got about 400 out of the cash we put in Richards pocket. He walked up to me and Tara looking at us intently.
"Well hello my beauties." he said with a smirk on his face
"Hey Richard" Tara said half smiling
I nodded
"Richard I need my pay check early this week" Tara said
"What for love?"
"I have to get diapers for Braxton and his 3 year birthday is coming up soon." she said grinning
Braxton was Tara's baby. He is almost 3 now Tara was raped by her dad when she was 12 and she got pregnant. She lives with her grandma now but her grandma has poor health and is to sick to get a job.
"Of course Tara. Stop by my office later tonight and you can get your paycheck." he said smiling
Tara new she would be getting more then a pay check even if she wanted to or not Richard would have sex with Tara tonight.
Tara sighed sadly and nodded. Richard turned his scorching blue eyes on me.
"How about you Emily would you like to stop by later tonight or tomorrow morning?" He said reaching out and brushing his fingers along my cheek.
I slapped his hand away.
"No Richard, you no I wont fuck my boss" I said
"Oh come on I will pay you extra" he said winking at me
"Ugh Richard I have told you once and I will tell you again. I don't like you and I never will. You nasty ass perv" I said spitting the words out at him like they were poison
He pulled his hand back and slapped me across the face. Tears sprang to my eyes and my hand went up to cover the right side of my face.
"Don't you ever say those words to me! You understand! I give you a job when no one else will you little slut" with that he stormed out of the room and into his office.
Everyone's eyes were on me. My face hurt badly and I new it would be red when I took my hand off of it.
I sighed and removed my hand. No use crying over spilt milk. My mom used to tell me that when I was little. I smiled at the thought of her cleaning up the milk I spilt all over our dining room table and I started to cry when I thought she would get mad at me cause it spilt all over the pie she just took out of the oven. All she did was laugh though. I missed my mom so much.
Allison walked over to me. She was the oldest of the group she is 17 and sort of like a mom to the rest of us. She laughed and ran her hand through my hair.
"That's my girl. Don't you let anyone push you around. You understand." she said smiling
I nodded.
"Ok well since Emily was the one to get slapped down tonight she gets the liquor corner." Allison said all the girls mumbled in agreement.
The liquor corner was the best place for prostitutes. And it was Richards's corner. If we caught anyone else on that corner they would get their asses dusted. Richard had his ways of getting back at people.
"Ok well I'm having a party at my house tonight if any of ya'll want to come and stay or crash there tonight." Allison said smiling
"I cant I got Braxton and grandma isn't doing to good" Tara said
"Ok baby its ok you no you always got a place in my crib if you ever want to take Braxton and crash over there" Allison said
"I no" Tara smiled
Kendra one of the girls I work with clapped her hands together "ok well we need to get to work lets go Allison give us our schedules"
"Yea right" Allison said reaching in her back pocket and pulling out a little list.
"Tara you got the back alley tonight. Emily had liquor corner. Kendra you got Broadway. Missy you got the projects." Allison read off all the rest the names on the list and we all headed for the door. The liquor store was the closets. So I took off down the street fixing my clothes as I reached the end and walked to the side of the store leaning against a wall. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my packet of cigarettes making sure my cell didn't drop out when I did. I took one out and lit it. It would be only a couple of minutes until someone would come. Liquor corner got most customers. I was half way through with my cigarette when a silver Cadillac pulled up I walked to the driver's window.
"How much?" the balding man said to me
"200" I said smiling
"That's a good deal for a girl like you. Get in" I walked around the car and got in
"What's your name girly?" he said. He had a pot belly and looked in his late 50's.
"I'm Alex." I said I never gave out my real name
"Ok Alex how old are you" he said pushing down on the pedal making the car lurch forward
"I'm 17" I said watching the road ahead of us
I new where we were going. He was headed toward the park.
He didn't say anything else just kept driving. About 10 minutes later we pulled up in a little clearing. I crawled into the back seat unbuttoning my pants and spreading my legs as he got in the back. He laved on top of me and started undressing me. I looked at the ceiling of the car.
One hour, one hour, one hour. I repeated this to my self over and over again as he thrust himself into me. I gave him what he wanted. I remember when I was littler my mom used to take me outside ever afternoon after school and push me on the swing. Then I would have to push her. My dad would be at work and he would come home and pick me up swinging me around. I thought everything was perfect back then, but that was before cancer took over.
I looked at the clock on the dashboard, and pushed him up a little.
"Hours up" I said putting my pants back on
He grunted and claimed into the front seat zipping his pants back up. I moved to the front seat and stared out the window looking into the dark. I sighed and leaned my forehead on the cool glass window as a tear fell off my cheek.
We pulled back up to the liquor corner and I turned to him. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a wallet. It looked loaded with cash, he pulled out 200 dollars and handed it to me.
"Maybe we could do this again someone." he said grinning
"Maybe." I said getting out of the car.
I watched him pull away as I leaned against the wall. I took out my phone looking at the clock. It was 2:34.
I sighed, three and a half more hours of this.
