Notes:
I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am changing my weekly updates to Sunday evening instead of Saturday evening. My husband is a wedding photographer and I help with those weddings which are mostly on Saturday. I have found it has been getting harder to post on Saturday with everything going on.
I have not had a chance to read over this one last time before publishing. So please excuse any grammar mistakes. I will read over it tomorrow and make grammar corrections as needed.
As the limo, moves up the street to Tommy's apartment, Tommy looks over at Cherry and rubs his hand gently across her cheek. He noticed how she is leaning on him on her side so she is not exactly sitting on her ass. For some reason, it cuts him to the bone knowing that she is hurt. He wants to kiss her, but he is afraid that she doesn't want it. She seems cautious to what he is doing. Almost like she wants to trust him, but she has trusted others in the past that ended up hurting her. She is conflicted. Tommy Merlyn is definitely getting under her skin.
"Sir, Madam, we are here."
"Thank you, sir." The driver opens the door for Tommy and Cherry. Tommy gives him a $100 tip. As they walk into the lobby of the building, Tommy realizes that Cherry is leaning on him more for support.
"Are you okay? You're limping" Tommy asked again concern written all over his face.
"It just hurts really bad. I will tell you what happened when we get to your apartment." She stops after they walk up the few steps to the apartment building lobby. Pain shoots up her spine and she gasps for breath. She grabs on to Tommy's arm for support.
"Oh, God. I am sorry. Here let me carry you."
"No I am fine. It is okay. I can handle it. This isn't the first time it has happened and it probably won't be the last."
They got into the elevator and reached Tommy's floor. As Tommy unlocked the door, Cherry gasped, "Wow, this is an amazing apartment."
"Come on let's get you into the Jacuzzi tub, so you can start feeling better. Do you have any pain medicine? All I have is vodka."
"No I don't, vodka would be fine." Tommy went to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle and two glasses. "Come on let's get you in that Jacuzzi."
They went into the bathroom and Tommy put vodka and glasses on the shelf beside the tub. "Tommy, can you help me out of these clothes? It hurts to bend or move my legs that much. You saw me butt naked on the stage so it should not make a difference."
"Um sure." Tommy unzipped her blouse in the back and as soon as he started to remove the fabric he gasps at the sight of purple bruises covering her back. "Oh God, you got bruises all over your back." He also saw a faded bruise on her side that looks like she tried to cover it with makeup earlier. His face fell when he then realized that getting beaten is a regular occurrence for her.
"Is it that bad?"
"It's looks bad to me, but I am not used to seeing shit like this, so I don't really know."
"Sorry you have to deal with this."
"No, please don't feel bad. I want to help you. Look, I am going to unzip your jeans. Don't bend down. Just stay still. I got this." Just then Tommy stood in front of her and undid her jeans. He slowly pulled them over her ass and down her legs. He then pulled her underwear down as well.
"Argh, that hurts."
A part of him is afraid to see what her ass looks like if that hurt, but he didn't know how injured she was and he needed to assess her injuries so he moved behind her. He gasped at what he saw. As soon as Tommy saw the blood in her underwear he was concerned. He also saw how her ass and thighs were a bright red with dark purple bruising covering all over her. "Oh, my God that is a lot of blood you need to go to the hospital. The bruising on you ass and thighs look like you are in some serious pain. I'll call a cab to take us."
"No, it will be fine. I have been like this before. I know the drill. Can you wet a washcloth for me?"
Tommy gets a clean washcloth, wets it with warm water and gives it to hear. She takes it to clean the blood that has leaked out of her anal cavity and down her legs. "Look, even-though I am a prostitute you should know that I don't have any STDs. I never have unprotected sex. I get tested every month and my last test was 2 days ago and I got the results back, so I am clean. Just wanted you to know that."
"I appreciate you telling me that, but I wasn't even worried about that. I am worried about the bleeding though. You might need stitches."
She wiped her ass where the bleeding came from. Rinsed out the washcloth and wiped again. It was clear with no new blood. "It looks the bleeding has stopped. Can you adjust the water and have no soap, just water?"
"Of course." Tommy got the water going. He held on to her. She was looking pretty weak and he didn't want her to fall.
She stepped into the Jacuzzi tub as she yelped in pain. Tommy carefully helped her into the water. "Aren't you going to join me? Come on I know you want to."
"Okay, but I am not expecting anything sexual. You are hurt and I don't want to hurt you more." Tommy strips in front of her and she watches him with lustful eyes.
"You are so hot. What if I want to do something to you?" She says seductively.
"I won't fight you, but you don't have to. I would rather you'd just relax and heal."
"Okay"
"God, you are so damn beautiful. I don't understand how someone can do this to you. You were going to explain what happened?" Tommy reaches for the vodka and pours them both some. He hands her a glass as she is lying on her side in the tub. She downs the 4 shots of vodka in one go. Tommy is definitely surprised by that. He hopes she can hold her liquor.
"He was supposed to stretch me if he wanted anal. That is a rule of the club. He didn't, so he tore me up hence the bleeding. Pain shoots up my spine when I move. I didn't know he wanted anal, otherwise I would have demanded him to stretch me or let me do it myself. Most don't want anal and those that do tell me in advance so I can prepare for it. Before he did that though, he used a riding crop to spank about 50 blows across my ass and thighs. It made the anal sex much more agonizing. While he was fucking me up the ass he started using the riding crop my back along with his fists. I won't be able to strip or have anal for a week probably. I told my boss and he's not happy."
"Oh, God. What can I do to help you?" Tommy wraps a hand around her trying to avoid the many bruises she has.
"You are doing it right now. I won't be dancing until the bruises heal, but will probably be working as long as I am not bleeding. The doctor tomorrow will determine that."
"Look, I'll buy out your nights for the next few days or even a week if that is what it takes for you to heal properly."
"Tommy, you don't have - "
"Yes, I do. You shouldn't be suffering." Tommy interjects.
"I want to do something fun to get our minds off of this. Besides the alcohol is kicking in and I am feeling a lot better."
"Look I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything. I just...just want to make sure you were okay." Of course, Tommy is thinking they are about to have sex.
She leans in close to him and whispers, "You are really sweet. I normally don't do this, but I trust you. My real name is Christy Scott."
"Well, Christy Scott, it is nice to meet you." They both chuckle.
"Actually there is something I have always wanted to do but never had a chance. I know it is hard to believe, isn't it?"
Before Tommy could respond, Christy took a deep breath and dove under the water. She started sucking on Tommy's cock and Tommy just about had a heart attack. He had blowjobs before underwater in his pool at the Merlyn mansion, but there was something different about this or maybe it was that she had amazing skills. "Oh, Oh...that is Fucking amazing."
"Haven't you ever had a blowjob under water before?" She asked as she came up for breath a couple of times during the blowjob.
"I have, but it was nowhere close to this good." She went back under water and started to suck more and more. "You are amazing...Ahh. Yes...Fucking amazing." Before long Tommy was coming down her throat.
"That was so much fun. Thank you for letting me try that." Christy said
"Thank you for using me to experiment with." Tommy said smirking.
"If you want to have sex either now or later, we can do it too. After my boss gave me to you for the whole night."
Tommy frowned. "You the way you said make it sound like you are property. You are no one's property. Look, I took you home to help you out so you can heal. There were no strings attached."
They got out of the tub and dried off. Tommy helped her to the guest bedroom. "Hope you like the guest bedroom. I would let you sleep with me, but I would be afraid that if I moved toward you I might accidentally hurt one of your bruises. I'll tuck you in." He helped her in bed. Tommy started to rub the numbing medicine into her bruises.
"I already feel the medicine working, thank you. Tommy you are truly a mystery and I honestly don't understand you. No one has ever treated me this good. What is the angle?"
"There is no angle and someday maybe you will see that there are guys out there that would care about you and just want to be nice because that is who they are."
"Yeah well, you are the first."
"What about Mr. Hunt, he seems to care?" Tommy asked.
Christy lets out a laugh regarding Tommy's comment. She can't let him know that Adam has come into her bedroom when she first got there and still does occasionally to sexually abuse her and her roommate Jamie. "He took me and my roommate in when we both lived on the streets. Adam is...it's ...complicated. He is not really a good person, but he protects us the best he can from the customers and he helped us get the apartment. It is a lot better than living on the streets."
Tommy feels there is a story there, maybe even a sad one. He plans to watch Christy and Adam when he is around her.
"If you feel up to it, do you want to go with me to lunch? Oliver Queen's family invited me to lunch and I promised I would go."
"Um yeah sure, why not?"
"Okay, get some sleep, sweetheart."
"You too and thank for all of this. This bed is amazing."
Tommy kissed her on the forehead and left the room. For the first time in a long time Christy didn't have to worry about someone hurting her while she tried to sleep.
April 5, 2012
Moira and Diggle walk into the local ARGUS facility in Starling bright and early that morning. She is determined to make this Waller person take on their case of helping Oliver. Lyla meets them in the lobby.
"Hey, Johnny."
"Lyla, this is Moira Queen. Mrs. Queen, this is my ex-wife."
"John told me what is happening to your son and honestly it hurt me what he is going through. If Waller won't authorize something, there are other opportunities to pursue to get your son back. They just might not be with ARGUS and I will help you either way."
"Thank you, Lyla."
"Okay, I have informed Ms. Waller you were coming so let's go." Lyla signed them in at the visitor's desk, gave them their badges and led the way. They walked to the 4th floor through a number of hallways straight to Waller's office.
"Ms. Waller this is -"
"I know how you are Mrs. Queen and I know why you are here." Moira here the coldness in her voice, but she is used to dealing with these types of people.
"The Queen family is willing to fund the personnel, weaponry and logistics for a rescue of my son. We could hire our own private army, but Mr. Diggle assures me that your organization is our best bet to freeing my son." Moira said.
Waller stands up and approaches Moira. "Lyla, Mr. Diggle, would you excuse us. I would like to speak to Mrs. Queen alone."
"Yes, of course" Diggle says and they walk out of the room shutting the door.
"Please have a seat Mrs. Queen," Waller walks back around and sits in her executive chair. "I am aware of your family's capabilities and connections. You will fund the operation as far as man hours are concerned, but my help will comes at a price."
"I wouldn't expect anything less." Moira says, expecting a monetary bribe. Amanda Waller smirks.
"Someday, I may need a favor from you and your family's shall we say influence."
"I will not be authorized to use Queen Consolidated in such a way."
"I am not talking about your company. I am aware that you have some very powerful friends that can be perhaps persuaded by you. At this time, I do not need any favors from you, but if the day comes, you will give me what need. I promise it will not involve your family or Queen Consolidated."
"Fine, I agree, but not until Oliver is safely back home."
"Deal. You are not to mention about our little agreement to anyone. If you break our deal, I will have Oliver work for me instead and trust me you don't want that."
"I understand, but what could my son possibly offer you?" Moira said wondering if she just sold her soul to the devil, but she would do anything to get her son back.
"You would be surprised." Waller said leaving it at that. Waller got up and opened the door to usher Lyla and Diggle back in. "Mrs. Queen and I have reached an agreement. Lyla, will you have the tech guys start trying to find the location of Oliver's whereabouts this afternoon. As soon as we get the location we will devise a plan to send in an extraction team to get your son and any others that are there. At the same time we will send in a strike to capture Mr. Wei and his employees."
"Thank you." Diggle and Moira said.
"That will be all." Waller said and they all left the office.
Moira's heart felt light because there was hope of getting Oliver back, however, she worried about the agreement she made with Waller. When she mentioned Moira's powerful friends, she wonders if she was meaning Tommy's father Malcolm Merlyn. She tried not to think about it and decided it was best to focus on getting Oliver back.
Shanghai , China
One of Mr. Wei's men knocked on my Mr. Wei's office door. "Come in..." The guard came in and sat down with his papers. "I trust that you had no problem securing the girl I wanted."
"Good morning sir. Yes, we got girl that you wanted. She is waiting in the room that we set up for her. After we secured her in the room, two of us went to go get take up for everyone. On the way back we saw the kid with headphones on texting while his was walking. He wasn't even paying attention to his surrounding. He was too good of a target to pass up, so he is here in the empty room across from Oliver."
"Very good. Sometimes people make it too easy for us to kidnap them. With everyone using their electronic devices instead of paying attention to their surroundings, it is like a goldmine for us. Since the two of you did good, you both can help me break him in."
"I was hoping you would say that. Here is his ID. He is 18. I know you like to keep the adult men to a minimum so you have more room for adult women and children, but he has that pretty baby-face you like."
"Okay, meet me in his room in 10 minutes. I am going to talk to Oliver a bit." Mr. Wei got up and went to Oliver's room. He opened Oliver's room and said. "Good morning Oliver. It is a nice day isn't it"
"Sir."
"Don't you ever have anything more positive to say? Well of course not." Mr. Wei smiles with an evil grin. "Just thought you would want to know. My men kidnapped an 18 year-old boy last night on a whim. They were on their way back from getting food. He was an easy target being distracted from texting and listening to music on his ear buds. According to my men he never saw them coming."
"So? You all are nothing but sick fucking perverts and pedophiles."
"That we definitely are. I am breaking him in this morning. Even-though he is 18 according to his ID, he could pass for 16 with his baby-face and short height, so we will advertise him as 16. He will bring in a lot of money. So if you hear him screaming just ignore it." Mr. Wei got up to leave, laughing hysterically.
"Whatever. You know someday, someone is going to kill you and I'm gonna laugh when they do. Hell, if I ever get a chance I will torture you for weeks before you die. I know for a fact you will be begging me to kill you even after the first day of me torturing you. You know that?" Oliver said trying to smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. The anger and the desire to torture Mr. Wei was so strong that Oliver felt it was changing him into something he did not recognize. He was already a killer and has tortured several times, this was something else that he was feeling. More along the lines of evil. Of course he knew he wouldn't want to kill and torture innocent people, but he felt like something is changing in him and it wasn't for good. He decided to put these thoughts away and visit them some other times
"I imagine you would and for that you know you should join us."
"What!?"
"I think it might be fun to have you there with the new boy."
"Fuck No! You can't. No." Oliver yelled.
Oliver saw Mr. Wei walked over to the door, opened it and went across the hall to the room across from him. Oliver could almost see straight into the other room. The guards in the room were the ones that kidnapped the kid in the first place. Oliver tried to listen to what was going on. "Move the boy over and chain him up. I want Oliver to lie down beside him."
"Yes, sir."
Oliver heard the kid struggling and begging. He heard the kid say, "What are you doing? Are you letting me go?" The kid seemed to think that was it because they were unchaining him. So they let him.
"Kid, scoot over to the other side of the bed and take his shirt off while you are add it." Mr. Wei told the kid.
"What? No!" The kid then realized they weren't letting him go. The men grabbed his arms and legs as he tried to fight and try to get off the bed. The guards pulled him over, tugged his shirt off and chained him back up to the bed on one side of the mattress.
"Guards would you please go get Oliver."
"Yes, sir." The men bring Oliver in and the kid is panicking now. He is thinking that they are bringing Oliver in to hurt him.
The kid being desperate started to beg again. "Please just let me go home. I won't tell anyone you took me. I'll say I went to a party and got wasted. You won't get in trouble. Please, I beg you. Please don't hurt me!" The kid started to cry and Oliver's heart started to break over the kid. As they laid Oliver down beside him, Oliver didn't know what to say to try and comfort him.
Oliver looked over at the boy and said, "I am so sorry you have to go through this. Try to think of something else. It might help. I have been through it. I wish there was something I could do... Wait..." Oliver said and looked at Mr. Wei. "Mr. Wei, sir, please let him go. You can do whatever you want to me; just let him go. I don't care what you do to me. Just let him go back home and not hurt him."
"Tempting, but No!"
Rape Scene - go there now - in Extra Scenes for Story - Survive (Chapter 6) (read at your own risk)
Being there when they raped that poor boy and then they raped him made Oliver remember when he was first raped. It was only 3 weeks ago even-though it felt like 3 months. He wishes he could save that kid. Slade, Shado, Yao Fei taught him so much and yet he is useless to help the other captives. The kid screamed so much. Although, Oliver didn't scream when Mr. Wei first raped him, he felt like it. He wanted to let go and give in to his emotions and scream his lungs out, but he was taught to bottle up his emotions which is what he was trying to do now. Of course there were times when his clients tortured him to point where the pain was so intense that he can't stifle the scream no matter how much he tries, but at least he's not tortured like that very often, unless it is Mr. Wei punishing him which happened sometimes. He has a high tolerance to pain because of what Fyers' men and Slade Wilson did, but sometimes Mr. Wei and his clients certainly like tests Oliver's pain tolerance and emotional state to go beyond his limits.
Starling City
Christy woke up around 10 am. She hurt all over. She wanted to lay there forever in the most amazing high-quality soft bed, but she decided to get a shower in Tommy's master bath. She and Tommy were up late talking so it was no wonder he was still asleep at 10am. When she entered Tommy's room he was still fast asleep sprawled out on the bed in some sexy boxers. He looks so cute, she thought. He would make the perfect guy for me, but he would never see me more than what I am. I will always be a whore and he deserves better than that. There is sadness in her eyes. She pushes the thought of them being together down.
She strolls into the bathroom and strips out of her clothes. She turns on the water of the luxurious bath and stand under the warm water thinking about life. The water feels like heaven on her sore muscles. She checks and she is no longer bleeding from what happened last night. The shower was amazing. It must be nice being rich, she thought, having all these luxuries. May if she tried to become a high-class call girl instead of working for a strip club she could have some of those luxuries. She wondered if this is something she should look into. She got out of the shower found a clean towel in the vanity and dried herself off. She has some clean clothes in her bag, so she quickly got dressed.
She walked into Tommy's bedroom. "Hey Tommy. Wakey, Wakey." she said.
"Hey beautiful." She noticed Tommy had sexy bed hair. He really did look hot.
"Did you know that you have sexy bed hair?"
"Actually, I have been told that." he smirked and then he looked the rest of her over. "How are you feeling? I noticed the bruises around your wrists look almost purple. Some of the bruising looks darker."
"I'm really sore, but I am used to it, unfortunately so it is not a big deal. I'm okay, really. Sometimes bruises take a while to fully develop. It has been less than 12 hours since it happened." she said shyly.
"Are you sure you are okay to go to the Queen's for lunch? I can cancel. Besides, if they see your bruises they will certainly make a deal out of it. They would be concerned for you. Actually, I should probably call them and see if it is okay if I bring you." Tommy reaches for his phone and calls Moira. Moira answers the phone as they were on their way back from ARGUS. "Mrs. Queen I was wondering if I could bring someone with me to lunch? Yeah it is a girl I met. I know that she wanted to tell us about how the meeting went, but you don't have to worry about friend here. She kinda figured it out."
"Let me talk to her."
"She wants to talk to you real quick. Okay here she is."
"Hello, Mrs. Queen. I'm Christy. Tommy didn't say that it was son that was kidnapped and... well... in a horrible situation. I figured it out and asked him if it was you son. He was just really torn up last night. Please don't hold it against him. Besides I might be able to provide some help. I won't say anything. You can trust me. Okay... thank you. Here's Tommy."
"Thanks for not being mad at me. I was a little drunk. Okay thanks. We'll be there." Tommy says.
"She says she would like you to come. I think she is intrigued on how you can help. But right now we need to get ready."
"I have make-up in my purse to cover the bruises up and the shirt I brought has sleeves, so it should be okay."
"Okay, I will get my shower. We have to be there in an hour." Tommy says. Tommy walks in the shower and strips out of his boxers. He really likes her, but she is complicated on so many levels. Besides it is too soon to think of here as his girlfriend, even-though he can't seem to get his mind off of her. All he wants to do is protect her. But really how do you protect a prostitute who still wants to be a prostitute? He wonders. He pushes these thought out of his head. He really doesn't want to think about these things right now. He just wants to be with her and enjoy her company.
As Tommy, is getting his shower, Christy gets her purse and walks into the bathroom where Tommy is showering. She digs through her purse looking for her makeup. She dumps everything out on the counter. "Fuck, Sherry! What the hell?" Christy cusses.
Tommy sticks his head out of the shower, "What's wrong?"
"Sherry likes to borrow my makeup sometimes to cover up a bruise or to put eye makeup on. She always puts it back in my purse, but it looks like this time she didn't. I don't have anything to cover my wrists." Tommy finishes up the shower and dries off with the towel. He then wraps it around his waist. Christy can't help but stare at his beautiful body even-though she has already seen him naked twice. She really likes him. She wishes he would like her more than a good sex toy, but he doesn't think they could really have a future together. One could dream right?
"Look, you are beautiful with and without makeup. You know that right?"
"You say the most wonderful things... My sleeves should cover my wrists anyway."
"You are gorgeous."
"Thank you. You are looking really hot, too..." Christy and Tommy are both blushing. Tommy comes close to her and gives her a peck on the lips and holds her. He lightly rubs her back and she wonders why he is being so nice. She has never had a boyfriend, so she really doesn't understand these feelings he is putting off. It hard to believe that she has never had a boyfriend, but she has never pursued one before. She thinks of herself as a whore and she really can't understand why anyone would want her outside of her job. Perhaps the sadness if her life has made her twisted that way. She doesn't know what to think about it, but she melts into his embrace. "You are so wonderful. Thank you for being so good to me."
He gives her another peck on the lips and says, "You are more than worth it." She almost has tears in her eyes as his words warm her heart. At the mention of someone saying that she is worth something, she does not see it. She doesn't understand how he is able to see it, but maybe with his help she can start to understand.
Christy doesn't really know what to say. She likes him and wants something more than a friend, but perhaps she will find out. They kiss some more and before they realize it, it is time to go the Queen's mansion.
"You ready to go?" Tommy asked.
"Yes, I am."
As they pull up to the Queen mansion in Tommy's Mercedes, Christy can't believe her eyes. The mansion looks like something out of a movie. It looks like a castle. Tommy came around and opened her door. She took his hand and Tommy helped out of the car and she tried not to groan in pain. "Thank you, Tommy." She took Tommy's arm which she was grateful for since she still needs a little support.
It was nice outside. The sun was shining brightly and it was very warm for April. Definitely too warm for long sleeves. As Tommy rang the doorbell, Christy made sure her sleeves were pulled down so her bruised wrists were not showing.
The door opened and they were greeted by Raisa, "Mr. Merlyn, so good to see you. Come on in. Everyone just sat down." As they were walking to the dining room, Raisa noticed Christy was limping, but she doesn't say anything.
They enter the dining room and Moira and Walter lookup. Moira decides to speak up, "Walter this is Christy. Please Christy join us for brunch. This is my husband Walter and my daughter Thea should be here any minute."
"Thank you Mrs. Queen. You have a lovely home." Tommy led Christy to her seat. Moira noticed that Christy was limping a bit. Tommy sat down across from Moira and Christy sat next to Tommy. She winced as she sat down. Her ass is covered in bruises and welts, not to mention her sore asshole from the sex, so it hurts to sit. Moira noticed that she looked like she was in pain, but decided not to comment on it. A few minutes later Thea came down and sat next to her mother.
"Who's your friend Tommy?" Thea asks as the food is being brought to the table.
"This is Christy." Tommy said.
"We decided on breakfast food for brunch, I hope you do not mind. There is an omelet bar there just let them know what you want." Moira said.
"Thank you. Everything looks wonderful. I usually don't eat breakfast, but this look amazing. It's been a while since I have had something this nice. Thank you." Moira tried not to show her sadness for the poor girl who she suspects has somehow had a more difficult life. Perhaps it is just a mother's intuition, but somehow she just knew.
"Christy, I can get your omelet if you want." Everyone look puzzled as to why Tommy would offer that.
"No it is fine, but thankyou anyway." Tommy and Christy both waited until the Queen's got their omelet. Then Tommy gets up to get his.
"Christy, will you pass me the bacon?" Thea asked since the bacon was closest to Christy.
"Oh, yes. Sorry." She hands the plate of bacon over the table to Thea. As she is reaching, her sleeve rides up revealing the purple bruise around her right wrist.
"Oh, my god. How do you get those bruises on your wrist?"
Christy almost drops the plate as everyone is looking at her. Tommy looks over at the commotion. As soon as she has handed the dish to Thea, she pulls her sleeves down and put both of her hands in her lap. Tommy gets his omelet and sits down.
"It really doesn't matter. Besides it is no big deal." Christy said as she decides to start eating again. She actually was hungry. Tommy huffs and they all notice, but no one commented on it. Christy knew he thought it was a big deal, but she wanted to downplay it so the Queen family hopefully wouldn't make a big deal about it.
"Tommy, did you do that to her?" Thea asks.
"No, of course not. She slept in the guest bedroom in case you were thinking otherwise." Tommy says defensively.
"Yeah, right" Thea said. Tommy huffs from that.
"Thea!" Moira scolded.
"No, really it is true. I really did sleep in his guest bedroom." Christy decided since the cat was out of the bag she might as well show them. She doesn't know why she secretly wanted them to know. It is stupid really. She thinks that no one can help so why draw attention to it, but she wishes someone can rescue her and her roommate from their life. She just doesn't think it will ever happen. Not knowing why, she rolled up her sleeves on both of her arms, displaying her other bruised wrist. "I have other bruises. He was helping me with a place to stay for the night. I have a place, but he wanted to take care of me, so I let him." Christy looks down feeling ashamed. "Honestly, I don't know why I showed you the other bruises. It was stupid to show you. There is nothing you can do. This is my life and I have accepted it a long time ago."
Everyone is speechless. No one knows what to say. Christy gets up to get her omelet. She is limping over to the omelet bar. Everyone except Tommy is staring at her. They all had a sad look on their face, knowing that she is more hurt than just the bruises on her. Christy got her omelet and sat back down and starts to eat, hoping to change the subject.
"This is amazing. I have not had one of these in quite a while." It has been since she was a kid, but she knew they would feel sorry for her if she told them that. "Tommy said you might have news about Oliver?"
"Yes, we are working with an international organization that takes down terrorist and international criminal organizations. They have agreed to help us and they already have their people trying to track Oliver down through their resources. Once they have located him they will send in a military unit to get him out."
"Thank God" Thea said.
"Yes, it is great news." Walter said.
"That is so wonderful." Christy said.
"I can't wait to see Oliver, but there is a part of me that doesn't want to get my hopes up." Tommy said.
"I know. We all need to hope for the best." Moira said.
They all sat in silence for a few minutes. The bruises on Christy's arms still weighing heavily on their minds. Thea decided she was not satisfied with the change of subject. "Christy, who put those bruises on you?" Thea said.
"Thea! Let it go." Tommy scolded.
"No, Christy please... Was it a boyfriend? I have a friend and her boyfriend almost beat her to death. Was it a family member?" Thea asked.
"I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even know his name, so it really doesn't matter." She said that hoping to show them that it is done and over with, so maybe they would drop the subject. Christy just finished her food which was good because she was starting to panic and her stomach was starting to twist in knots.
"You were attacked? Mom, we have to call the police." Thea exclaimed.
"Thea, please stop." Tommy spoke up, knowing that was a bad idea.
"No, please. Please...you can't call the police. I will be fine, really. I have to go. I shouldn't have come here." Christy gets up too fast. She grunts and tries to hide a wince of pain. She is almost doubled over in pain as she grabs onto the edge of the table. Almost gasping for air. Tommy is at her side immediately. Pain is shooting up her spine from the injury from the rough anal sex. "I am sorry, but please don't call the police." She is trying to breath through the pain.
"Sweetheart, let us take you to the hospital at least."
"Please I can't go to the hospital and I can't go to the police. Please just leave it alone." Christy is starting to panic now. She grabs on to Tommy for support and comfort. She looks up at Tommy with pleading eyes.
"Christy, you need to lay down for a bit." Tommy said.
"Yes, sweetheart. You can lie down in the sitting room. We also have a guest bedroom just down the hall from the living room if you like which might be the best choice."
"Bedroom, please. Just until the pain goes away." Tommy helps her to the bedroom and everyone follows them. Raisa follows them to see if she will need anything.
They make it to the bedroom and Tommy helps her lay under the covers, so it would be more comfortable. Christy rolls to her side facing them and sighs in comfort. "This bed is amazing. Thank you."
"You should stay her for a few days then, just so we can take care of you."
"I can't, but thank you. Between you, Tommy, and my roommate, no one else has ever treated me with so much kindness."
"Why don't you want to call the police? Maybe the police can identify who attacked you, so it won't happen to anyone else. You seem to have more injuries than just the ones on your arms and wrists." Thea said.
"Look I thank you all for your kindness, but you all have enough to worry about with Oliver. You don't need to hear my sob story, so please just let it go."
"Sweetheart, you are obviously in pain. We can help you. Please don't worry about us. Let us help you." Moira said.
"You can't help me; no one can. I'm a whore." Christy paused and Tommy rubbed a hand over his face." I had a pre-scheduled appointment when I was talking to Tommy at the strip club. He waited for me after it and I went home with him, so he could take care of me. I'm a prostitute. This happens sometimes. I am used to it, so please don't worry about me." Moira and Thea gasped. Walter and Tommy didn't look surprised, but you could see they were deeply saddened.
"Other than the bruises, did the client hurt you worse? I saw you limping." Moira said.
"Yes, I was bleeding from the sex. He broke the rule which is why I got hurt. If he does it again he won't be allowed back. I am seeing the club's doctor at 3:00 and I probably will be off work for the rest of the week." Tommy sat at the next to her on the side of the bed rubbing her forearm trying to comfort her.
"How old are you?" Moira asks.
Christy sighed she was tired of all the questions, but the Queen's were showing her kindness she rarely got, so she guessed she could put up with it. "I turned 18, 2 months ago." Tommy stared at her wide eyed. She dropped her head feeling ashamed and like a whore.
"I thought you were almost 21 or something."
"Sorry" was all she could say about that.
"So you just started being a prostitute?" Thea asked.
"I just started being a stripper 2 months ago. The other thing I was much younger when I started. Look everyone I appreciate your hospitality, but I am not comfortable talking about my past."
"How old were you when you started selling yourself?" Tommy asked a little angrier than she would have liked.
"I was 13. There really isn't anything else a child can do living on the streets in order to not starve to death. There are soup kitchens, but child services usually watched those places so the kids living in the Glades on the street knew not to go there. Also, every time I tried to beg for money, everyone would ask where my parents were and threatened to call the police. There was nothing else I could do." Tommy's was more sympathetic now. He held her hand and rubbed tiny circles in it with his thumb.
"So did you runaway from home? I mean can your parents help you with getting your life back?" Thea asked.
"I was raised in a small town. When I was 13 my dad drove me to Starling and told me to get out of the car. He said I wasn't young enough for him anymore. He started coming into my room at night after my mom died. I was 7 when I lost my virginity to my father. I told a teacher what he was doing when I got older. They took me out of the home for about 6 weeks, but since it is a small town and my dad is the most well respected detective on the force, they did not believe me. He said I was lying because I didn't like his girl he was dating. By the time I was 13 the girlfriend moved in and she had a daughter about 8 years-old. Looking back on it, I think that little girl was a replacement since he said I was too old for him."
"Oh, God, sweetheart. I am so sorry." Moira cried.
"So when my dad told me to get out of the car and never come back, I knew I could sell myself, but I swear..." She looked at Tommy and then Moira with tears brimming in her eyes. "I swear I tried to find other ways to get money, but soon I hadn't eaten in 3 days and I was starting to get sick from sleeping in the cold alley. I needed to keep my strength up and find a way to buy a jacket and a blanket or maybe have someone get a hotel for me, so I had no choice. There really isn't anything else a child can do living on the street when they are too young to get honest work. It is either be a whore or starve. "
"Walter, if there are other children on the streets we need to use our money to help them." Moira said.
"Yes, I agree. There has to be something we can do."
"Sweetheart, we have a family doctor who can come and look you over. You can also stay here." Moira, looked over at Walter for support.
"Christy, you can stay here as long as you need to?" Walter said in agreement.
"Thank you, but I really need to be back at the club at 3:00. I am sorry, but I have to."
Moira sighed. She didn't know what to do, so she tried one more time, "Sweetheart you can stay here and let us take care of you. We will help you get job or finish school. Whatever you need."
"Why couldn't you all had been my foster parents? You are all so amazing. Anyway, I was 13 when I was in school last, so I didn't even finish 8th grade. My roommate Jamie was 8 years-old when he was last in school. I am not leaving him. He and I both only have each other as family when we met on the street, we were both 13. I can't leave him. We look after each other."
"He works with you?"
"He is like me. He is one of the male stripper, prostitutes at the club. We both live in an apartment on the 3rd floor above the club."
Moira relented. She realized it was going to be more difficult to help her than she thought. "Sweetheart, we don't you get some rest."
"Thanks, Tommy can you please wake me up in time to get to the club at 3:00. I can't be late."
"Of course. Get some sleep. I will be right outside if you need me." He reached down kissed her forehead.
When they left her alone, Christy started to feel tears running down her face. She wishes she could let them help her and Jamie get out of their life of selling themselves. She felt like she was falling for Tommy, but she knew she could never have a life with him or so she thought. Adam Hunt, the boss, would never let them do anything that would take them away from the club and that meant no boyfriends outside the club. Of course, Adam never said that, but she can imagine him saying it. Adam never said they could not leave the club, but with Christy and Jamie both their youngest and most popular prostitutes, she think that they would never let them go because Adam would lose a lot of money.
She cries some more. She just wants to be free. She never really thought about getting out until she met Tommy and the Queen family. Never thought anyone would care enough to help her get out, but now that she seeing other caring for as much as Jamie does it makes her want to try. Adam is a pervert and she longs for a bed where she will not have to wonder if Adam is going to come into her and Jamie's room and bother them. She wishes her and Jamie could stay at Tommy or the Queen family so they can sleep in peace, but she know that would only cause trouble for everyone.
End Notes:
So the childhood story on Christy, I have modeled it after a good friend of mine growing up. When I was 18, I had a best friend who was 17. I started to realize she would have me spend the night with her as many nights as possible. When I could not stay the night with her, we would go out and she would alway pick up some guy at the mall and meet up with him later, after I went home, and stayed the night with him. One day she got drunk and she told me that she lost her virginity to her father when she was 7 years-old. The next morning I asked her about it when she was sober and she denied ever saying it. I still believed it was true even-though she denied it because it made sense actually. When I stayed the night her father didn't mess with her. She did everything to avoid sleeping in her bed alone. Her father beat her and beat her 14 year-old brother and I think he beat her mother too. She told me that child services put them in foster care for 6 weeks and then put them back in the home and the abuse continued. I told her she should talk to the police, but she felt there was no use in speaking up since they were only taken out of the home for 6 weeks. She told me she was 18 in 6 months, so she had plans to leave and become a stripper. We lost track of each other when I went off to college. Over the years I have tried to find her with no luck. Sorry to leave you more depressed, but more needs to be done to help children and families in abusive situations. Our city is the second largest in the state and yet there is only 1 shelter that has 20 beds. The head of the police's domestic violence division in our city says they get over 300 calls every month for domestic violence. I have always dreamed of having a large shelter for abuse victims and their children. Who knows maybe someday it will happen.