Janae's Story
It was late at night. Janae was wrapped in her blanket on her bed, praying that her door would not open and reveal Ray's dark face and small afro. She held her breath in as heavy footsteps passed her door to the next room, her twin brother's Jamall's. "'Night, Jamall. You'll probably have to stay home tomorrow because of the bruises, but just make sure you stay away from Quint and Chel. In fact, I think they are going out tomorrow right after we leave for school so you'll be left with Josef. Callie, maybe to cos she's not feeling all that good. (A/N: JOSEF IS THE SAME THING AS JOSEPH, JUST HOW GERMANS SPELL IT, my cousins named "stephen" is the same way. but Josef isn't German in this story, I just like that spelling better:P Sorry Joey!)" She heard Ray telling jamall. Jamall didn't say anything, so she guessed he just nodded or was either sleeping. Ray walked to Eddie's door. "Night, bro," Ray said to him and walked into the room that Callie and Josef shared. "Night, kids. See you tomorrow," He said and stopped at Janae's door and walked in.
Ray shut the door behind him and Janae cuddled into her blankets even more. "Please, Ray, don't!" She begged. "Shhh," He whispered and went over to her bed and sat down. He pulled down the blanket. "Ohh are you so sexy," He whispered in a hoarse voice and leaned into towards her.
***An hour later***
Ray walked out of Janae's room, tucking his shirt in. Inside the room Janae was in her bed, crying. "I hate you!" She said quietly through her tears. She looked outside. It was so beautiful outside, she thought, she she tugged on a shirt and over that a heavy jacket and slid on some jeans and put on some shoes. She peaked out into the hallfway and everyone's doors were closed except for Callie's and Josef's-but they were afraid of the dark-and Ray's-he was in the shower. She tip-toed downstairs and quietly walked outside and shut the front door. She walked to the street was their was a blonde-haired guy sitting on the curb. "Hey, pretty lady. What are you doing out so late?" He cooed, obviously drunk as he staggered up. "Leave me alone!" She exclaimed and jumped back but bumped into a dark-haired guy. "Marky, go somewhere else. Leave the kid alone," He commanded, grabbing Janae's elbow to keep her from falling. "Sure thing boss," Marky rasped and stumbled off. "Uh, thanks," She muttered, but still pulled away from him. "No problem.. What's your name? Mine's Eric," He said. "Janae," She answered without thinking. "Oh, pretty name. So you must be 10 or 11, what are you doing out here so late?" He demanded, showing concern. "I hate my foster home. Except my foster brother and my twin brother." She said. "Callie and Josef are Okay to. I just don't like the owners and Ray." "What are your foster brother and twin brother's names?" "Eddie and my twin is Jamall." "Ohh. Do you want to hang out with some kids your age?" SHe looked doubtful at him. "I have to go home soon I-" "Dont worry, it's right here. It also has kids like you."
"What do you mean, like me?" SHe demanded. "Kids who are angry." "I'm not angry. You wouldn't like it if someone...never mind," She mumbled and turned to leave. "Will you come again? There's kids here, to..they make money," He called after her. "How?" She turned around and asked. "You'll see next time you come," He said with a mysterious voice. She looked at him strangely and nodded slowly. "Okay...next time Quint and Chelsea go out," She said, still looking at him. "Okay. BYe, Janae," He called and turned around and walked off. She looked after him for awhile and watched him go into an empty building.
***three days later-at night, she has sneaked off again***
"Eric?" She called. "Hey, Janae," The famaliar voice greeted her. She turned around and at the abondanded building's doorway Eric stood. "Come over here," He called. She jogged over there. "What's this all about?" She demanded. "Well, come in here," He said and she followed him. Inside were kids, lots of them-at least 15. "Guys and girls, this is Janae." Eric introduced her. A small kid, probably around Janae's age but just really small, walked up. "Hey, Eric, I got a...000," She whispered. He gave her a sympathetic look and rubbed her back a little. "This is Liza," Eric said. The girl looked as if she had been crying but still managed a small hello. "Go to my office and we'll take about it, okay?" He told Liza. THe girl nodded and walked off towards a small room. "What is a 000?" Janae asked. Eric bit his lip and looked like he was debating whether or not to tell her or not. "It's a rape." He finally said. "But...how would they get raped in here?" She asked, confused. "Well, they aren't in here all the time. All these kids come from broken backrounds, whether they were molested or beaten or just came from poor families, and came here. They do things for money. Sometimes they keep it, sometimes they ship it to their famalies." "What kind of things?" "Well, sell drugs, but I only let the older ones who can take care of themselves, like Jack over there *points to tall, dark skinned boy* do that. Some sex, other things. Do you want to?" She bit her lip. Except for the drugs part it sounded to easy. And the sex, but she thought she'd be able to get around that. In her mind, she wasn't beautiful like everyone said she was.
She sighed and nodded. "Okay." She said.
It was late at night. Janae was wrapped in her blanket on her bed, praying that her door would not open and reveal Ray's dark face and small afro. She held her breath in as heavy footsteps passed her door to the next room, her twin brother's Jamall's. "'Night, Jamall. You'll probably have to stay home tomorrow because of the bruises, but just make sure you stay away from Quint and Chel. In fact, I think they are going out tomorrow right after we leave for school so you'll be left with Josef. Callie, maybe to cos she's not feeling all that good. (A/N: JOSEF IS THE SAME THING AS JOSEPH, JUST HOW GERMANS SPELL IT, my cousins named "stephen" is the same way. but Josef isn't German in this story, I just like that spelling better:P Sorry Joey!)" She heard Ray telling jamall. Jamall didn't say anything, so she guessed he just nodded or was either sleeping. Ray walked to Eddie's door. "Night, bro," Ray said to him and walked into the room that Callie and Josef shared. "Night, kids. See you tomorrow," He said and stopped at Janae's door and walked in.
Ray shut the door behind him and Janae cuddled into her blankets even more. "Please, Ray, don't!" She begged. "Shhh," He whispered and went over to her bed and sat down. He pulled down the blanket. "Ohh are you so sexy," He whispered in a hoarse voice and leaned into towards her.
***An hour later***
Ray walked out of Janae's room, tucking his shirt in. Inside the room Janae was in her bed, crying. "I hate you!" She said quietly through her tears. She looked outside. It was so beautiful outside, she thought, she she tugged on a shirt and over that a heavy jacket and slid on some jeans and put on some shoes. She peaked out into the hallfway and everyone's doors were closed except for Callie's and Josef's-but they were afraid of the dark-and Ray's-he was in the shower. She tip-toed downstairs and quietly walked outside and shut the front door. She walked to the street was their was a blonde-haired guy sitting on the curb. "Hey, pretty lady. What are you doing out so late?" He cooed, obviously drunk as he staggered up. "Leave me alone!" She exclaimed and jumped back but bumped into a dark-haired guy. "Marky, go somewhere else. Leave the kid alone," He commanded, grabbing Janae's elbow to keep her from falling. "Sure thing boss," Marky rasped and stumbled off. "Uh, thanks," She muttered, but still pulled away from him. "No problem.. What's your name? Mine's Eric," He said. "Janae," She answered without thinking. "Oh, pretty name. So you must be 10 or 11, what are you doing out here so late?" He demanded, showing concern. "I hate my foster home. Except my foster brother and my twin brother." She said. "Callie and Josef are Okay to. I just don't like the owners and Ray." "What are your foster brother and twin brother's names?" "Eddie and my twin is Jamall." "Ohh. Do you want to hang out with some kids your age?" SHe looked doubtful at him. "I have to go home soon I-" "Dont worry, it's right here. It also has kids like you."
"What do you mean, like me?" SHe demanded. "Kids who are angry." "I'm not angry. You wouldn't like it if someone...never mind," She mumbled and turned to leave. "Will you come again? There's kids here, to..they make money," He called after her. "How?" She turned around and asked. "You'll see next time you come," He said with a mysterious voice. She looked at him strangely and nodded slowly. "Okay...next time Quint and Chelsea go out," She said, still looking at him. "Okay. BYe, Janae," He called and turned around and walked off. She looked after him for awhile and watched him go into an empty building.
***three days later-at night, she has sneaked off again***
"Eric?" She called. "Hey, Janae," The famaliar voice greeted her. She turned around and at the abondanded building's doorway Eric stood. "Come over here," He called. She jogged over there. "What's this all about?" She demanded. "Well, come in here," He said and she followed him. Inside were kids, lots of them-at least 15. "Guys and girls, this is Janae." Eric introduced her. A small kid, probably around Janae's age but just really small, walked up. "Hey, Eric, I got a...000," She whispered. He gave her a sympathetic look and rubbed her back a little. "This is Liza," Eric said. The girl looked as if she had been crying but still managed a small hello. "Go to my office and we'll take about it, okay?" He told Liza. THe girl nodded and walked off towards a small room. "What is a 000?" Janae asked. Eric bit his lip and looked like he was debating whether or not to tell her or not. "It's a rape." He finally said. "But...how would they get raped in here?" She asked, confused. "Well, they aren't in here all the time. All these kids come from broken backrounds, whether they were molested or beaten or just came from poor families, and came here. They do things for money. Sometimes they keep it, sometimes they ship it to their famalies." "What kind of things?" "Well, sell drugs, but I only let the older ones who can take care of themselves, like Jack over there *points to tall, dark skinned boy* do that. Some sex, other things. Do you want to?" She bit her lip. Except for the drugs part it sounded to easy. And the sex, but she thought she'd be able to get around that. In her mind, she wasn't beautiful like everyone said she was.
She sighed and nodded. "Okay." She said.