Everyone deserves to live a life they aren't trying to escape.
*It gets better as you read on. This is my first book, so be gentle on me 😉
*There will be some mentions of nudity, rape, sex and violence in this book. Reader discretion is advised.
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Mina
I wake up to the noise of banging on doors and raised voices outside. The sunlight is streaming on my face through the window, making me squint my eyes. Gosh, how did I sleep so much? I jump up from the bed and notice I am stark naked.
What the... Oh God! The events of last night sweep like a flood into my mind. I really had sex with him. Way to go, Mina!You just went from humiliated to cheap. He's probably giving himself a pat on the back now. After all, he got what he wanted, no negotiations, no conditions, no obligations. Just some plain old aggressive passion. He will be smirking in victory whenever he sees me again.
I looked around. He is gone...just like that. There is no evidence that he was here just last night. All I have is the throbbing soreness in between my thighs, and the photographic memories in my head. I bite my lips as I recall our wild long night, every single detail, every kiss, every thrust...damn. The weather seems a bit hot today.
My train of thought is broken when I hear the neighbour opposite my caravan screaming at the manager in Spanish. I peep out the window. It is really happening. They are kicking us out. Time to bounce. I need to take a shower and jet out of here before things start to get ugly. I begin to hurriedly pack my clothes into my backpack, leaving out the one I will wear out on the bed. Next, I throw in my cream, and facial cleanser, the only routine beauty products I have for now. I move on to grab my diary from the table I notice there is a paper on it with some letters are scribbled on. I hope to God he didn't read my diary. I pick up the paper and read the words in beautiful cursive handwriting.
Stay. The place is yours.
I sit on the chair by the table and re-read the note over and over. I'm having different emotions right now. I don't know whether to be relieved that I got the caravan, or sad at what I did to get it. This is obviously payment for last night. And if he's paying, it's obviously because I was selling.
Whore!
I rubbed my temples. I know. I'm a terrible good for-nothing whore, the cheapest of them all.
So why do I feel somewhat happy? Maybe it's because I am not at risk of being homeless anymore. Yeah, there's that. But what's this underlying excitement? Is it weird that I feel these tingles on my skin when I remember his kisses on my lips? Why does the thought that I slept in his arm all night makes me smile?
This is supposed to be all wrong. But I feel good, warm, a kind of happy. It's probably all those endorphins scientists say sex releases. It will wear out after some time, I guess. But I am not trying to kill my high by analysing feelings right now.
I stood up and look around the little caravan. I get to stay. I'm so relieved that I'm smiling...hard.
