A Girl In A Man's World

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It was nearly three in the morning, and I dragged myself up the stairs to get to my apartment. I finally reached my floor and closed the door behind me.

I had to deal with four men tonight, three of them just wanted sex, and one of them just wanted me to give him a handjob for half an hour. Questioning my life at this point, I dropped everything on the couch and went straight to the bathroom.

I pulled off my clothes, throwing them into my laundry basket in the corner of the room, and stepped in the shower. I turned the knob and the warm water hit me, my hands reaching for the bottle of shampoo.

Was this prostitution plan really going to work? What if it was a dumb decision and I wouldn't be able to get the money I needed. Tonight, I had made over $1000. Hopefully soon I would be able to stop this, in reality, it was mostly the men that really benefitted from this. 

I hopped out the shower after a couple of minutes and stared at myself in the mirror. There were no towels in the bathroom, so I was standing their butt naked. Did I lock the front door?

But that wasn't what I was really worrying about. I felt gross, disgusting. I shivered at the thought of all the men that I had to touch, and who touched me. It felt like my body wasn't even mine. I wanted to stop this; I should stop this. 

It had only been the first day though. Maybe it would get better?

What could I possibly say to Lorenzo, after I practically begged him to give me this job. 

I had to deal with it. 

I grabbed my hairbrush and rushed out of the bathroom, heading towards my wardrobe. I picked up some shorts and a crop top, putting them on as I walked to my bed. I opened the covers and slipped in, sitting up so I was able to brush my hair. 

I pick up my phone and began scrolling through my camera roll. Pictures of my old friends, selfies, sunsets, and my so called 'family.'

I scrolled all the way back down and frowned at the little blur I saw. I clicked on it, a picture of Lorenzo taking a selfie with me in the background eating my noodles. How did I not even see him? And please dear God do not tell me I am this dumb. I laughed at the stupidness of the photo. 

I exited out the app, placing my phone on my nightstand.

4:34am read the little electric clock. I turned the switch off.

I sighed and just sat in the darkness. Sleep hung heavily over me, but it still somehow didn't reach me. Everything was going through my head, but nothing really was.

Ding

The sudden notification lit my room up. I grabbed my phone and typed in my password to see what it was.

An unknown message. I felt my whole body stop for a second, my breathing faltered.

I tapped on the message.

I'm sorry.

I frowned slightly, the nerves still there. Please don't let it be my brother again.

Who is this?

I waited for the reply, my head getting lighter and heavier at the same time.

Alessandro.

I felt myself finally breathe. I dropped my head back, relieved to have another day that I got to live, not getting killed by my own brother. 

I groaned at remembering at how he acted a while ago. Why did he think he had the right to be so aggressive for no reason? Even if there was a reason, everyone still had it in them to handle it, control it.