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Tru Colton
Sat on a plane - first class at least - drunk, and balling you eyes out, isn't attractive on anyone... and I'm no exception.
After Carmen and London gave me the folder, stupidly I looked. Inside where pictures of Ashton and my dad meeting up, definitely within the last couple of weeks, because my dad still had his shoulder wrapped. My dad had been handing him a folder similar to the one I was holding.
The next photo showed, Ashton and my dad looking in a shipping container. Inside, was all of Ashtons drugs - well gun powder apparently? A few photos showed close ups of the two talking, about what? Well I don't know.
And to be perfectly honest I didn't care at that point.
London and Carmen explained to me, that my dad was in fact working for the Russian mafia, and had plans of taking down Ashton. Which at first didn't seem like a big deal...until they told me that he was also planning on selling me to them.
And the award for father of the year goes to.....none of the dickheads!
But that wasn't the reason I was crying.
I was crying because I also got the pleasure of finding out that Ashton knew about this. He knew the whole fucking time according to the file. He threaten my father when he found out that he was helping the Russians, but he knew that my dad was going to sell me.
After the month that we've spent together and that's how the fucker treats me?
Now all I feel is betrayed, hurt, broken, powerless. What was my life coming to? I really started falling for Ashton. I thought he changed. Changed from who he used to be. But instead, he was the same old Ashton King, 'I don't give a fuck about anyone except myself'.
I sighed sipping on my 4th glass of wine, I would quite literally be anywhere else right now. Ashtons bed is the only place I feel like being, but that thought alone just pisses me off even more.
London had bought me a ticket to NYC, and offered me an apartment she found. It was in a nice building, but she didn't want to get me a penthouse in case it attracted to much attention. So instead I was heading to NYC to stay in an apartment until London and Carmen would come for me.
Needless to say, I won't be waiting. I appreciate and love them for their help. But I need to get as far away from everyone as possible. I have a burner phone with Carmens number on it. I told her I would call once I land.
I thought about my options; get a small job, stay in apartment all day, continue working as an escort. Hmm, good options Tru. I sighed throwing back the last of my drink and fixed the blanket round me to fall asleep.
I was so tired, as soon as they told me what happened they pushed me out the window, making me jumped with a backpack containing a passport, cash, and a burner phone and get into the SUV they had already called to take me away.
