Today was just like another day, school then home. You would think that after growing up around the fighting that you would just except it. I sighed and opened the door exhausted from school, and its never ending procession of not learning anything useful. At least for me. Opening the apartment door i scanned the house. Dishes were piled high in the sink plates, glasses, and food was scattered all across the living room Great. I sighed and walked to my bedroom, somewhat slamming the door. I could hear my parents arguing as usual. I just wish that i could close my eyes and it would just go away. My room isn't that much to look at just a win size bed, Small brown dresser. Black comforter. Just a blank room. Beige walls. Empty. No posters or drawing like normal teenagers.
I tried once, a year ago, to have a single poster only to have my stepfather hit me and rip the paper off the wall. From that day on i just decided that blank nothing would suit me well. I laid on the bed closing my blue eyes wishing that i could just escape from this place. Wait, place isn't even the right word. Hell is. "She's your daughter! She is seventeen! its time for her to start working the street! she need to put money in this house!" John, my stepfather was yelling at my mom. I sighed letting the tears roll down my face. Tonight i would be forced to make money the only way that was allowed. At least in this house.
My door slammed open and John stormed into the room "Alyssa! get your ass up! lets go you got to get ready! now!" I stood up moving away from the bed and tilted my head up looking at him. John was about 5'9 and me being a small 4'9 i had to strain my neck to look up at him. He was completely bald, with beady brown eyes and a goatee. I guess he thought it looked good on him He was a chunky old man. Being 55 and married to my 35 year old mom looked real bad on him. "for what? to be a whore?" i screamed at him my anger over riding the shame i felt. I was greeted with a hard slap against my face "You disrespectful whore! that's all you'll be good for! you hear me!" he pushed me onto the floor, then kicked me. " We supported you with food and a roof over your head for 17 years! it's time you got your own business going!" I stood up on wobbly knee's. I didn't know what to say, so i kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to get hit again. Walking to the bathroom i stared into my reflection.
I used to think i was pretty but with my blonde frizzy hair pulled into a pony tail, and a porcelain white face. I didn't think so. I was always pale, I guess that would never change. I was skinny, not from eating disorders. Just from not eating. They hardly put food in the house so the only time i ate was when i was at school. That is if I had the money. I sighed and pulled off the blue faded worn sweater and threw it to the side. Everything i had was old and hung on me. I stared at myself. Bruises were on my arms from being shaken and already I had a nasty mark on the side of my cheek, I didn't know how i was going to cover that up. My mom walked in. "hey honey" she stared down at the floor. I greeted her with silence. "Well let's see what we can do for you ok?" she put her make up bag on the counter and went to work on my face. " Momma I want to run away" i mumbled out softly. She hushed me putting her hand across my mouth " Don't let John hear you say that! he'll kill you!" she said in a hushed angry whisper. I simply nodded. I had come to the fact that i would have to do this years ago. My mom stared at me with concern. Her hair was brown and loose. She would have been pretty a long time ago. The wrinkles were heavy around her eyes, she had dark bags under them. She had even put on some weight. My mom had me when she was 18. She was young and reckless, and well here i came.
"I don't know why you argue with him, it's not going to change the fact of anything.." she whispered, putting on a dark colored red lipstick on my lips. I stared into my reflection again gasping. I didn't look like a 17 year old anymore. I looked like a jezebel. Black eyeliner lined my eyes, pink blush around my cheeks, Fake long eyelashes. Green eyeshadow. I always hated makeup. If i didn't look like this it made me feel nasty. The lips though, it stuck out as if to say " this is who you are!" I mentally cursed took my hand and lead me off into my room.
"Now we got to find you something to wear" She rummaged around in my closet for a few minutes. I didn't have a lot of clothes. Not enough money. I used to get picked on at school, until i started sticking up for myself. I was the outcast always in fights. I didn't even bother with homework anymore. It was useless. I was never going to amount to anything. I guess after being told that all your life you get used to it. "Alyssa!" My mom snapped at me. I turned towards her. She held a pair of skin tight leather pants and a red and blue bikini top that had black tassels hanging down to my belly button. "This is sure to work for you." To me it looked like i was advertising, asking for trouble. Then again I guess I was.
She walked out my room somewhat stomping off. " I have to get ready" she muttered before slamming my door shut. Me and her never really had a good relationship. I respected her because she was my mother that was that. I took off my bra and baggy jeans and put on my outfit slowly dredging the fact that i had to be a whore tonight. I stared into the mirror mirror, Why can't i be pretty? and have a nice family. This wasn't me. I didn't look like this. I looked about 22. I prayed that i would get picked up by the cops tonight. I might even just walk up to one. I changed the though quickly. That would be stupid. I was going to be watched tonight. I knew it.
Walking out to the living room, John gasped in delight "Yeah girl, you go out there and make your momma and me proud" He approved of the look. I let a forced smile out " I'll do my best" "Your damn right you will girl, now get on out there" he slurred his words together. Stupid drunk.I put on a pair of clear six inch stilletto's. My mom's. She had pretty stuff. Not had the same size foot thankfully. I walked down the run down apartment stairs. We lived in the ghetto.
My mom had taught me for years wear not to get caught at. I walked down the boulivard. The sun had set and the sky was now a dark gray, going black. The stars would be showing , But in Chicago the lights were so bright, what stars where there, you could never see. I got a couple horn honks. I smiled and motioned for them but they drove off. I saw my mom's car pull off down the road. They were watching me great.
I put more of an effort into it and swung my hips a little more. A car pulled to the side and rolled down his window following me as i walked "Hey sweetheart, you got a name?" I smiled pleasantly at him. He was in his 40's with a receding hair line. Nasty yellow teeth and he was kinda chubby. oh well, beggars can't be choosers. My heart pounded hard into my chest. "Depends sweetheart. You got cash?" He snickered to himself "Darling i think you'll do." He stated matter of factly. I frowned "What do you mean by that?" He laughed softly. His laugh sent shivers down my spine, this wasn't a good man. I knew if i didn't take him that i would be beat later. " Well darlin'" he spoke with a southern drawl " You won't be for me, but for my master" I frowned at that and tried not to laugh "Master? Honey i think you got the wrong girl" He stopped the car and pulled out his wallet. I stopped and turned towards him beind over into the window " Listen Darlin' i got cash" He flashed several hundred dollar bills at me. My eyes widened, that was more that my mom made in a week. I nodded and got into the old Toyota.
He smirked "Darlin' we are going to the nice part of town, Ill pay for you till about 4 am" My eyes widened at that " Um you'll return my right here? At this same exact spot right?" He laughed "Darlin' your new at this aincha?" He slurred the words together in that southern drawl again. I stared dumbly at me and flicked my blonde hair over my shoulder " I don't know what your talking about" He snickered "Oh yeah, He is going to like you, your fiesty" I rolled my eyes" Well can we get this show on the road?" I snapped at him not meaning to. My heart was racing and i wasn't sure i was ready for this. I had never consentually had sex with anyone.
He nodded and drove off. I watched the street signs and people pass by. He turned on the radio, I guess to keep from a conversation.I sighed and slouched into the car seat. He pulled up to the Hard Rock Hotel. I heard of this place. It was fucking expansive. My eyes widened and i resited the urge for my jaw to drop. He scoffed " Not what your used to huh?" He asked me. I merely shook my head and swallowed. He laughed and got out the car and motioned for me to. I got out and watched as the valet took the car and drove off.
"Here" He stuffed a card key into my hand "room 318" I shook my head " Oh hell no, I don't know what kind of shananagins you think your pulling, but money first" He rolled his eyes and handed me a small what looked like purse. I opened it slowly and stared at the money that was inside. It had to be at least a grand. He pushed on my shoulders "Aite now go. " He stopped " oh one more thing, that is only half you'll stay if you want the rest" I nodded numbly i could run but i didn't know my way back home.
I walked with shaky legs into the hotel getting nasty looks from the people around. I knew i looked trashy, but this was my job. I sauntered into the hotel starring my eyes I could feel got as big as was huge! I continued walking trying not to stammer as i asked for directions to the elevator. The man simply rolled his eyes and pointed to the elevator. I walked up to it and paused, scared to touch the button but pushed up and walked into the elevator. Luckily there wasn't anyone around so i wouldn't get stared at. I hated that. Made me feel even more dirty than what i was. I walked down the hall looking at the numbers mumbling along " 312, 314, 316, 318. " I stopped and forced my rapidly beating heart to slow. Gathering the courage i could i knocked.
" Come in" A husky voice answered. Well that was an appealing voice. It scent shuddered down my spine. Sliding the key into the lock i opened it. I didn't see anyone so i walked into the bedroom. My breath hitched as i stared at the 6'3... Model? He had to be. His shirt was off slung to the side, He was wearing black slacks and his shoes were off. I didn't think feet could be sexy, but this man just reeked Sex god. He had brown hair that hung to his shoulders his head was down as he typed away at his computer. I tried to focus on the speed but it was uncomparable. I was barely able to manage watching his fingers move. "Um sir?" I stammered my voice breathy. He stared up and our eyes met. My heart raced harder and faster than ever before. I thought it was going to jump out my chest. A smirk crossed his masculine features. He had green eyes. Im talking brilliantly green, emerald green. "I take it you are who i sent Max after" I only nodded.
"Well, it seems he can do something right" I frowned and walked closer. He raised his hand and motioned for the chair next to the bed "Sit please" I stared blankly at him "Um?I thought.. " He cut me off, his features not showing off any emotion" I understand what you thought and we may get to that but for now, sit. " I nodded and swallowed loudly and sat down on the plushy brown chuckled " You can calm down i won't bi" He stopped himself a full smile crossing his face. He had a wolf like grin. Beautifull white teeth. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. I mean i didn't think he was going to hurt me. "Bi?" I questioned him " Hurt you i meant" He muttered in that same husky tone. His eyes met mine staring hard into them "Tell me your name." It wasn't a question but a command "Um.." I gulped again" I think we should just stick to ms, and sir and mr. "I said as bravely as i could before i could blink he was infron of me staring into my eyes. And he started laughing " How interesting, Very well my name is Alek" He didn't bother with a last name. I blushed and looked down. I was acting like a virgin. " My name is Alyssa " I finally admitted. He smiled again" Pleasure" He picked up my hand and brushed a kiss across the top of it. I blushed again.
This guy was sweet. " So.. Um Alek.. When do we start, uh. You know?" I was turning a dark red i could feel my cheeks heating up. He smirked and pulled the chair closer to him " Close your eyes" I nodded and shut them. I was shaking hard. He leaned in and brushed a kiss across my lips. It was pleasant and sent a jolt through my body. He kissed lower, my jaw. then collar then neck. I shuddered hard not knowing what to do as he licked the side of my neck. It was sending all kinds of pleasure through my body. Things i had never even felt before. My eyes snapped open as i felt a sharp stabbing pain and i cried out. He pulled my head to the side as i tried pulling and pushing him off of me. He bit me!