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"I thought he was my angel. My savior.
In truth, he was the devil in disguise. My sin. Evil.
And I fell in love with him because of it."
December 10 1996
"Do you think she's alive?"
"who cares. Baby, why are we even here?"
"She's alive!"
"Congrats Angela. Do you want a fucking prize?"
"Who bit your ass Vicki?"
"ha, your so funny Angela I forgot to laugh."
"ladies, ladies, calm down. I'm not into this catty bullshit tonight."
"Sorry JT."
"But seriously, why are we here?"
"I think she's pretty."
"No one gives a fuck Angela."
"Fuck you fire-crotch."
"LADIES!"
"Angela's right. She's very pretty. Pretty enough to take home even."
"James, you can't be serious, she looks like she's twelve. Even you wouldn't stoop that low."
"Maybe I wouldn't Angie, but I've never seen a face like that. I bet no ones seen a face like that. She could bring in a lot of money."
"Yeah and probably Rabies too."
"Jealous icky Vicky?"
"fuck off Angela." I coughed, struggling to open my eyes. Once I did, I was met with the face of an angel. Blond shaggy hair, clear blue eyes, a smile that could kill.
"Hello sweetie. What's your name?" I coughed again.
"Bella."
"Hmm, beautiful Bella. How old are you Beautiful Bella?"
"Fourteen." His smile widened, and my breath caught in my throat.
"Well Beautiful Bella, would you like to come home with us?" it was then that I noticed the two other women behind him. One had black loose curls, and large warm brown eyes. The other had wild flaming red frizzy curls. Her mouth curled up into a sneer. She had fierce green eyes, ones that narrowed once mine focused on hers.
"This is Angela." He pointed to the brunette.
"And this is Vick-"
"It's Victoria to you." He hissed at her and she immediately shrank back.
"And my name is James or JT. Either one is fine."
"Hi." I offered meekly. His hand shot out, softly grasping mine, lifting my frail body up. A blush tinted my cheeks. I knew how horrible I must've looked, baggy cargo pants that were basically falling off my too thin hips, a torn dirty black t shirt that consumed me, and converse that definitely looked like they'd seen better days. He wrapped his arm around, and I immediately relaxed into his embrace. There was something about him that made me feel safe. It was something that I hadn't felt in a long time. We walked out of the alley, the harsh gusts of freezing wind making me curl into his side even more. He led me inside a blacks sleek car, the warm air inside was greatly welcomed. I turned around, glancing at Angela. She grasped my hand and smiled.
"You know, you too look a lot alike."
"James, no."
"What? All I'm saying Angela is that you two look alike. It could prove to be very beneficial."
"Yeah, beneficial to your pocket maybe."
"Watch it Angela."
"She's only fourteen James! She's still just a baby, you seriously cannot be thinking of putting her out in the streets like that. Our eyes aren't even the same color anyways."
"You and I both know that when a guy's looking for someone to put out, he's not got going to give a flying fuck about your eye colors. You have the same skin tone, practically the same hair color and type, granted yours is a bit darker and hers is a bit wavier, your taller, same face structure. That's all that's needed. You could be her older sister."
"That's sick James."
"Someones got to pay the bills."
"But at what cost! Her soul? She's just a little kid James! She probably hasn't even gotten her period yet and you wanna put her out there? Where men like you can degrade her until she's nothing but a hollow shell? She'll end up like Lauren in no time flat!"
"Angela, I'm telling you now, watch your tone." She stayed quiet after that. We pulled up in front of a house that definetly looked like it had seen better days, it wasn't horrible looking, but it sure wasn't great either. They led me out, up the front porch steps. Once I was inside I was assaulted with the smell of pot, stale take out, and sex. The smell was so familiar to the one at my house that I honestly questioned if I was there. If my mom would pop out and ask me to help cut her lines.
There was a girl with blond pixie cut hair, she had a needle in her arm. She's doing heroin I thought.
"That's Lauren, ignore her at all costs, she's doing heroin and God knows what else 24/7." Angela whispered into my ear. I nodded.
"Angela take her to the bathroom and clean her up. Give her a new look too. I don't need the cops on my ass about some missing person. Try and make her look older." Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded her head, grabbing my wrist and leading me up the stairs. She started the water.
"Shed your clothes." A hot pink blush crawled up my neck and face. Her face got sympathetic.
"I'll turn around, if that makes you feel better?"
"thank you." She smiled, turning around, her back towards me. I peeled the ratty articles of clothing off of me. Sinking slowly into the water. It'd been so long since i'd taken a shower.
"I'll be back, I'm just going to get you some clothes." I didn't answer her, the soft click of the door letting me know she had left. I grabbed the bar of soap gliding it over my skin, rubbing it into my stringy hair. The water immediately started getting clouding with all the grime.
"Are you done?" I jumped, I didn't even notice she'd come back.
"Yeah." She handed me a towel, turning around so I could climb out. I wrapped it around me.
"Stand here, in front of the mirror I need to cut your hair." My eyes widened, my hair? It was past my waist, and anyone could see that it needed a cut, but it'd been my sanctuary. I could hide behind it. I let out a breath and shuffled towards the spot she told me. Her eyes connected with mine in the tiny bathroom mirror, the scissor's gleamed under the fluourescent lights, she grabbed a section and chopped it right off. My mouth dropped open in shock as the long piece floated to the floor.
It now fell a couple centimeters under my chin. Tears leaked out of my eyes as she continued chopping and hacking away. When she was done, I looked into the mirror, my long mane was now reduced to a pitiful short cut. There were layers and bangs. I arguably looked sixteen, maybe eighteen if I was lucky. Because my hair was wavy, cut short like this, there were some curls and flips. She handed me the clothes, a red t shirt that fell to mid thigh, an underwear and bra lying on top.
"I tried to pick the smallest clothes I have, and I borrowed the bra from one of the girls, she's about your size." She left, and I put on the clothes. They seriously just about consumed my entire body. I looked like four year old playing dress up. And when I walked out of that bathroom door I wanted to hide my face.
"We'll go shopping, tomorrow. But for tonight, this will have to do. James!" the angel came up the stairs, his draw dropping when he saw me. I smiled shyly.
"My, my, beautiful Bella. You look stunning." He smirked and I felt my cheeks warm.
"Your not putting her out tonight are you?"
"No, it's too soon. You need to debrief her tomorrow when you go shopping, and I need to debrief her as well." Her shoulders tensed.
"Go easy on her James, I mean it."
"Whatever Angela."
May 19 2006
"and at no point in time did you think, 'what am I doing?' wasn't it a main thing in school that they taught never to leave with strangers?"
"They did, we had lessons about it, but Larry, in the moment, when I'm laying on this cold dirty floor, rats are next to me, I haven't showered in weeks, and I smell worse than a dog's ass? And this man, this beautiful, godly man, who I can arguably agree was my savior sweeps down and offers me a place to stay, to bathe, and eat? Not a word went through my head. Later on when I realized what an idiot I was, of course, all those lessons came back to me, but I was too late. The damage was done.
" Larry, when a story comes on the news about a missing child, and you hear the story, as a kid, you always think to yourself, 'oh that would never happen to me, she was stupid, she shouldn't have listened to him, can't she see that he's crazy, or that he's lying?' for that split second, where you have to decide, it's a very complicated choice. It was either, I follow this man, and I won't starve to death, or I can stay here, on the floor and continue scrounging like a bum, hoping like hell I can make the night. When I look back at it now, either way, whatever decision I made, I would've been miserable. "
"Angela, is she a foe or a friend?"
"Angela was very much a friend, she my role model, and I know how twisted that sounds, but it's true, she was in every essence of the word my sister, I would've done anything for her, and she did everything she could to help me."
"do you still keep in contact with her?"
Bella's eyes suddenly grow cold.
"No."
"why is that, if you were so connected with her like you say?"
"Like I said Larry, Angela did everything she could to help me."
