TITLE: You Never Know Where You're Going To End Up

SUMMARY: At the moment I'm not sure it's an idea I had while writing a poem and I'm playing with it as I go along...but in this chapter we meet the characters with some brief descriptions by the narrator which is my main character Cj... Sean O'Haire is the main guy in my fic and in this fic he isn't a wrestler he's taking on a role as a businessman right now I don't know his business this fic might get confusing but I'll try my best to explain things to you...

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You Never Know Where You're Going To End Up: Chapter 1

As I lay here I keep asking myself how I ended up here in this dead end town with my dead end job. I was a straight A student in high school. I went to college on a scholarship. What the hell happened to me?

Oh yeah, him the jackass that I followed my heart with and he led me straight into hell. The bastard kicked me to the curb when he met that bitch. He left me with nothing I had nowhere to live, no job, no money, no family, and no friends. If I hadn't of met Janet I'd probably be dead by now. This just goes to show you never know where you're going to end up.

"Ahh that was good" he said as he rolled off of me

I sat up and wrapped myself in the sheets and said

"I'm sorry but I have got to go now"

"Fine I'm finished here anyway"

He stood up and walked across to the dresser and took his wallet out his pants which were hanging over the dresser chair. He took some money out and walked back towards me and handed it over I took the money and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I reached for my purse and put the money away and then still wrapped in the sheets I picked up my clothes and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

I was ready to leave and I gave myself one last look before I left and I looked at myself and couldn't believe what was looking back at me. She was wearing sluttish clothes and was plastered with make up this wasn't me at all. The girl looking back at me was a perfect example of the girls I hated in high school. Not because they were beautiful but because they we're only popular due to the fact that they used to wear sluttish clothes and wear make up to impress people and they changed themselves just to fit in and I wasn't into that at all. I collected my stuff and walked out the bathroom.

"Bye" I said not getting any reply

I walked out the door and then collapsed against it I slid down the door and I began to cry. I don't know why, I always do. Maybe it's because I know that I'm better than this that I could be doing something else with my life or maybe it's because I just laid there and I let him do what he wanted without a thought. This wasn't emotional to me it was my job I don't and can't have feelings while I do this so I just feel empty. I dried my eyes and gathered myself and I walked down the corridor. I made my way down the stairs I picked up my pace as I walked through the lobby. I hated it I could feel them all looking at me their eyes were burning me I could feel and hear everything around me all the comments about me all the dirty looks and I started to feel closed in. I started running. I just had to get out of there. I got outside and looked at the doorman he had no expression on his face but I knew what he was thinking.

"Are you going to get me a taxi or what?" I said to him he turned his head still no expression on his face as he haled down a taxi

"Thanks"

I climbed into the taxi...

"Where to?" asked the driver

"Illusion"

Illusion was a club I went to, to wind down after a client. I paid the taxi driver and headed into the club it was as full as usual. I walked over to the bar and asked Renee for a drink.

"Sure thing Cj"

I was waiting for my drink when a guy in a power suit came up and sat next to me.

"Hi" he said to me I didn't want to reply but I didn't like to be rude either.

"Hi"

"Yes how can I help you?" asked Renee as she handed me my drink and took the money off me.

"I'll have a beer" he replied

"My names Sean" he said as he put his hand out for me to shake I hesitated and then I placed my hand in his and said.

"I'm Cj"

He smiled. Renee returned with his drink and then stood and started a conversation with me. Renee is one of my best friends she works at Illusion most nights she got the job and really loves it and it got her off the streets. She was like me hated the game but she had to do it so she could afford to live and I respect her more than anyone around here. She's gone from $100-$500 a night to less than $250 a week she really detested the streets that much. She's the one who keeps me calm she understands me and better than anything she doesn't criticise.

"So you did your usually route tonight hah?" she asked

I nodded in agreement

"Yeah I saw you and Anthony"

"The guy doesn't give up"

"And?"

"Yeah I did...but not again"

"Yeah girl you say that every time"

"I mean it this time"

"Yeah you say that every time too"

I could see Sean looking straight at me. I didn't want to look at him but I couldn't resist so I turned my head and he was sat looking at me but he wasn't giving me the dead eye or giving me a disgusted look it was like he was just listening contently. Renee left to serve a customer and Sean was still sat looking at me

"Can I help you?" I asked

"Who's Anthony?"

"An old boyfriend"

"Sounds like an ass"

"It sounds as if you know him" I smiled and looked at Sean he had this gorgeous smile on his face almost a child like grin.

"I have to go...Renee I'll see you later"

"Yeah ok Cj"

I got up and walked away and I was walking towards the door when Justin the creep grabbed hold of me by the arm and pulled me towards him.

"Hello beautiful"

"Justin let go"

"In a minute I want you for something first" he said as he ran his hand up my leg

Justin was the local creep and pimp to some but not me I don't have a pimp. But whether he's your pimp or not he uses you. He is the big dog of this town and if he says he wants a freebie you don't have another option you do it. As he ran his hand up across my butt I felt a hand on my shoulder Justin looked up and I turned around Sean was stood there.

"Are you ok?" he asked

"She's fine" said Justin

"She doesn't look it"

"Tell him Cj tell him your fine"

I wanted to pull away from him so much. Pull away and walk out.

"TELL HIM CJ" said Justin as he pulled my arm and squeezed it harder.

"Ow Justin you're hurting me"

"TELL HIM"

"LET GO" I screamed as usual no one did a damn thing about Justin. They're all as scared of him as I am. Justin then let go of my arm and grabbed a handful of my hair and told me reassure Sean that I was fine.

"Sean I'm."...I sobbed

Sean walked towards me and wiped my tears and then threw a right hook straight at Justin knocking him to the ground. Sean gripped my hand tightly and dragged me out of Illusions. I let go of his hand and started to wipe my tears and fix my make up best I could without a mirror. Sean stood behind me as I walked away.

"You're a prostitute?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked straight into his deep blue eyes. I felt so ashamed and I don't know why?

"Yeah I am" I replied

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What business is it of yours?"

"When I have to go knocking out your pimp before he rapes you I consider that my business"

"I never asked you to ride in on your white horse and rescue me you did that on your own...I know how to handle him I've handled him and guys just like him for years"

There was an awkward silence after that and I felt awful this guy was right he'd just stopped Justin from raping me and I didn't say thank you I just took it out on him.

"Why do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Sell yourself"

"For money"

"You couldn't make money another way"

"Not enough not without a college education"

"Why didn't you go to college?"

"Well...Dad...I did on a scholarship"

I looked at Sean who was a little taken aback by that.

"Yeah imagine that a cheap trashy whore on a college scholarship"

"What happened?"

"I don't have to tell you any of this...it's my life...my business...now thank you for helping me in there...but I have to go"

I started to walk down the street and I could feel him following me. I turned around

"What?...Why are you following me?"

"Are you always this hostile?"

"I'm tired and I want to go home"

"Ok so let me give you a ride?"

"No you're ok I can walk"

"I insist"

"Yeah and I insist on walking...will you just let me get on with it"

"Fine...I'd say it was nice meeting you but my Mum taught me not to lie"

That was it this guy had pushed me right over the edge.

"Who do you think you are..."

Sean grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a voluptuous and breathtaking embrace. His lips were soft and gentle against my own. His touch was delicate and thrilling. I wanted to continue the kiss as it sent an amazing feeling through my body but I pulled away. I looked at Sean with many emotions running wild anger, embarrassment, frustration, happiness, lust.

"I'm leaving and don't follow me"

As I turned I watched Sean lean against his car and I felt his eyes on me the entire time I was walking even when I'd turned the corner and he was out of sight.

I opened the door to my apartment as usual Janet had passed out on the couch she never makes it to her bed she's a movie buff she likes to sit and watch old and new movies and sleeps where ever she falls.

When I was alone for the first time I was walking down the street just minding my own business and she must of sensed that I was alone or that I was desperate for help because she pushed passed everybody to get to me. She stopped me and took me to Illusions and then I slept in her apartment that night and as I was leaving the next morning she told me that I could live with her. I tried to find a job but failed miserably so that's when Janet took me out on the streets. We stood there and everything was dull to begin with then guys started pulling up and flirting with us then Janet got a client and left me. I felt uncomfortable so I decided to walk home and before I had the chance to leave my spot Renee stopped me. I stood with her that night and she got me a client. He was a young guy, quite good looking, and he was as sweet as pie until he closed the door and then he treated me like a whore which I know is what I am but it took me by surprise how he changed and used me like I was his property. I cried for days afterwards but I needed the money and the more clients I took on the less I cried. I thank Janet everyday for helping me I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her. I'd be dead by now. In fact I'd of been dead a long time ago.

I walked into the bathroom and cleaned off my make up I got undressed and went and climbed in bed. I can't sleep all I can do is think about that kiss, his touch. The second our bodies met, my knees went weak, fireworks exploded inside my stomach and my heart pounded harder and faster than it ever had before. Why did he have to be such a gentleman? Why couldn't he just be a creep? I know how to handle creeps. I don't get feelings for creeps.

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