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Chapter 36 – Untitled.

Christie

"Are you ready, Maria?" I shouted at her bedroom door.

"Sure," she stepped out in skinny jeans and a plain black tee. Her face looked just as solemn as mine. "Do we have to go shopping for these tarty outfits? People always stare…"

"I know, but we both need new ones. I hate it just as much as you do." She nodded in understanding and we made our way outside, down the stairs and to the car.

The mall was quiet for a Saturday, but it was early, I guess. We kept our head down as we walked into the store for sluts. Okay, so it wasn't really called that, but that's how we saw it. Tight, revealing clothes were all they stocked, along with heels to break your ankles.

After making several disturbing purchases, earning a lot of disgusted glares from the public, we headed over to the food court.

"So, how was last night for you?" Maria asked, sipping on a Starbucks coffee. This was a normal night-after conversation for any hookers.

"Fucking horrible! He was far too rough…it hurt!"

"Shit, sorry to hear that, hon. Tonight will be better though. It has to be."

"I hope so. Knowing my luck, it won't be. I mean, this is Belleville, for fucks sake!"

"You'll find a nice guy one day, who'll fall in love with you, marry you, and start a family with you." I simply scoffed at her.

"I had all of that. I won't find that again." I took a sip of my latté.

"You did? What happened?"

"I screwed his best friend," I muttered. My eyes dropped to the floor.

"Why would you throw away what you had?"

"He was drinking. I got upset and needed comfort. I guess his best friend was who I went to first. Things just escalated, and before I knew it I was naked and fucking him. I'm not fucking proud of it. In fact, several times in the last five years, I've tried to top myself because I lost everything. I'm sickened by what I've become, Maria…" a lone tear fell down my cheek. She leaned over and patted my shoulder. It was of little comfort, but I don't think anything could get rid of these feelings.

"Do you think he'd take you back?"

"No, and I don't want him back, either. I'd only end up hurting him again. Plus, he hurt me too. He put me in hospital by pushing me into a glass cabinet that smashed and slit my wrists. I know it was probably an accident, but I'm still scared of him…"

"Shit, that's what those scars are?" she asked. I nodded, still focusing on the floor underneath the coffee table. "Honey, forget about him. You'll find someone else!"

"We live in hope. Come on, let's go and get ready for work," I said before getting up and leaving Starbucks, with Maria following at my side.

"Hey Chris! Next one's yours, okay?" Ruby asked. Well, more stated, actually.

"Sure, don't see why not." I smiled, knowing I didn't really have a choice in the matter.

My skirt tonight was especially short, and I had decided against fishnets, just going with bare legs. My top pushed my boobs up to give me a cleavage like the Grand Canyon, and my heels were extremely high. Oh, how belittling…

"Chris, a car's pulled up. Go on!" Ruby urged. Fuck, here we go…

I sauntered over to the car's rolled down window, trying to look sexy and confident all in one. I bent down so I was level with the open window.

"Hey babe, looking for some fu-"

"Get in," he interrupted rather rudely. I dropped my smile and got in the car. He quickly sped off without another word.

"So, what's your name?" I asked. He said nothing. He simply slammed on the brakes in a back street, and threw a trench coat at me.

"Cover yourself up," he sounded angry. I did as I was told, and put the coat on.

"What the hell is this? Who are you?" This was not usual client behaviour.

"Christie…what have you done to yourself?" Oh my god…I recognised the voice. The voice struck fear to the core of my very existence. I wanted to run away and hide. I wanted to scream and get help. I wanted to hurt him for hurting me. I was stunned into silence at first. Why the fuck did he pick me up?

"W-what do you want?" I stuttered. He didn't answer. I became frantic and desperate with every silent second that passed by. So desperate, I exploded in fury and angst.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, GERARD?"