Little Lady

Chapter 1

I woke up around 8am, as usual for a Saturday, and stumbled out of bed and dragged myself to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and was disgusted of what I've let myself turn into. My makeup was smudged all around my face,accenting the tear stains,and as I looked more closely to my half naked body and saw that the stranger last night had left large blueish blackish bruises all across my torso,most of them being the size of a tennis ball. I then inspected my aching jaw that my "Pimp" left. It was beyond swollen and was throbbing. I sighed and turned on my shower to almost scalding heat,stripping down out of my undergarments while it heated up. I stepped in and let the hot water calm my nerves while I thought about what I should do.

See I'm a "prostitute" for my uncle. I hated that I was forced to do it,but he was the only family I had left,and in order for me to live with him,I had to make him extra money at night. Ive been a prostitute for 3 years now,following 10 years after both of my parents died in a plane crash and I moved in with my uncle. My parents were on their way to a getaway together when the unthinkable happened, two terrorists hijacked their plane and crashed it into the South Tower in NYC. I had been staying with my grandmother when it happened,but she committed suicide after sinking into a deep depression because of finding out that her only daughter had died a terrible death. I was young, but I still remembered some of my favorite things about my parents. My moms voice was one that you could listen to for hours and never get sick of it. My dad always drank a Starbucks coffee every morning while dropping me off for preschool,and always gave me the biggest hug and telling me how much he loved me, allowing me to smell his cologne that was to die for. Since then I never go to the fragrance section of any store, and I haven't drunken a drop of coffee in my life.

After about five minutes of just thinking it through I decided that instead of going to the free clinic around the corner, I would go to the doctor that I went to last time my uncle beat me and left a gash in my lip that would forever stay as a scar.

I then washed my hair with my green apple shampoo and conditioner, followed by using the grown up smelling body wash that my uncle bought for me. I completely rinsed off and changed into a dark lacy thong and a matching bra, both bought by my uncle, and a pair of yoga pants that fit my petite figure perfectly. I followed that with a cami and a cream colored American Eagle top. I put my hair into a wet messy bun with a prewrap hairband,and sprayed on a matching perfume that came with the body wash. I grabbed my purse, a pair of sunglasses, a Columbia jacket, and my charging phone and snuck downstairs. I grabbed a low calorie Weight Watcher bar and a bottle of water and sat down for a second. I lolled around not seeing my uncle or any trace that he has been here since early this morning when he left for his girlfriends house. I took this time to sneak out the front door, grabbing my keys off the hook and got into my POS Pontiac. It was my 16th birthday today an I had already passed my drivers test in the little free time I have between school and "work". I drove out of the bare driveway and onto the abandoned street,on the way to the hospital.

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When I got to the local hospital I checked in and went over to the waiting area where there was only a girl, about 19 years old siting in silence while she scrolled through her phone. That gave me the urge to check my phone,an I saw that I had a single text from Ed.

From: Ed :)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA!!! What are your plans for this wonderful day? If your not doing anything,we should hang out!! Lots of Love! ~Ed

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I had met Ed when i moved in with my uncle,and Ed was the only person who had the guts to talk to the girl whose parents were killed on 9/11. But Ed was completely delusional to the fact of what my uncle makes me do at night. If Ed ever asks why I have a cut or bruise I give him a shit excuse the rush to the bathroom to fix my makeup over the injuries. They werent usually on my face or neck,so it was no big deal,as long as I kept my clothes on.

I responded to his text with a simple "thank you Ed! No I'm not up to much today. Come to my place around 3?" ad slid my phone back into my purse.

Just the the nurse called my name and I moved swiftly over into the first phase of the doctors office where they take your temperature, check your height,weight, and blood pressure. She greeted me with a simple hello,and i could make out from her nametag that her name was Jamie. I had a regular temperature, height and blood pressure,but I got a shocking 93 pounds for my weight! How did I gain 5 pounds from two weeks ago?! I made sure to make a mental note not to eat for the rest of today and tomorrow. The nurse then proceeded to take me into an examination room and washed her hands then put on a pair of latex gloves while I took my coat off and hung up my purse on a hook and sat down. She then sat down,recorded my vitals onto the computer,then rolled over so she was only 2-3 feet from me.

"How have you been Amanda?" She asked with a concerned tone in her voice.

"Fine." Was all I could choke out.

"So what are you in here for today?" She quickly replied moving a foot closer to me.

I had thought of an excuse this morning in he car for when this question came up.
"This morning when I was getting out of the shower I slipped on the floor onto the counter and it hurt my jaw. I just wanted it to get checked out just in case," I responded nonchalantly.

"Alrighty then," Jamie said while proceeding to get closer and started to examine my jaw and saw the terrible marks and bruises all across the left side of my jaw. She gasped in shock from how swelled up it had gotten,then asked me once more if it was the counter that hurt me.

"Yes, I'm sure that the counter hurt my jaw," I lied.

"Okay," She said half reassuring. she then got up from her seat and ripped off her gloves and excused herself from the room, her steps filled with urgency. She came back moments later with a fake smile on her face,with the doctor behind her. They all exchanged their hellos and "how are you"s, and the doctor, Dr. Wilkinson, took the place of where the nurse was sitting moments ago. He took my jaw in his gentle hands and examined it for the longest two minutes of silence I've ever had to sit through. He then asked the same questions the nurse did, and I restated the same lie as I had before. He then leaned over to whisper something into the nurses ear and she kept nodding and once he pulled away she excused herself once again. After the door closed and you couldn't hear any footsteps outside in the hallway, he leaned in and put a gentle hand on my knee. He looked worried, but like he wanted nothing more than to help me through this. What the hell?! I'm just some prostitute! Why would he care for a whore like me?!

"Amanda, you don't have to, but I would like to know what really happened to your jaw. I still remember when you came in here a year ago and I stitched up your lip. You only aged, but I still remember you and I care about you."

From that all I could do was start to bawl my eyes out and hide my face in my hands. Through sobs I tried to look up at him but too many emotions caused me to cry my eyes out again.

After about 5 minutes, all of my tears dried up and the doctor got up and grabbed me a bottle of water. I thanked him and took a big gulp of the relaxing liquid. I took one big deep breath and exhaled all of the air I had to offer to the world.

"It started when i was 3..." I explained everything from my parents dying on one of the 9/11 planes, to why my uncle Dan swung at me last night after apparently I hadn't done good enough for that stranger, and should have gotten a bigger tip. But I left out how I had been doing heroin for quite some time now...The nurse returned with two police officers and three men in suits not trailing back in the slightest. The first one of the men had charcoal black hair that was gelled back a bit and was wearing a brownish suit that showed that he was about 40 and had green eyes. The next was a blonde headed man who looked old enough to grey by the wrinkles around his face,and he was wearing a grey suit that matched his grey eyes. The last man was brownhaired and looked fairly young, 28 at the most, and he wore a black suit that showed off his blue eyes. They all stood in front of the doctor and I, excusing the doctors offer to sit.

The blond haired man spoke first, scaring me a bit by his first question blaring out of his mouth: "Who are you working for?"

Uh-Oh.