Don't be afraid just let me help. Jay McGuiness (The Wanted) Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

I strolled the streets trying to find a place that wasn’t taking. Some places were free from other “workers” but they were the worst places. The people were rough and by rough I meant paid very little and you had to say yes or you had to run and if you didn’t run fast enough… I’ll leave it at that. People were harsh. I looked up and saw his face. The one thing I never got used to was being able to recognise people’s faces know who they are as a person but not even know there name. I knew who was nice, who was rich, who was poor, and who was employed who was unemployed. Being homeless you got to know your surroundings. You knew the places which were nice and the places you knew you were safe but then sometimes you were forced into the worst situations. You were forced to be in the rough areas where even though your body was tired ready for shutting down you couldn’t sleep. If you slept you probably wouldn’t make it through the night. The friends I’d made and lost. I seemed to be the strongest of my friends. The friends I had known and lost. I was the one out on top. I survived I just had the rest of my life to go.

I finally found an OK area to work in. It wasn’t posh but it wasn’t a tip. I knew it could go wrong but there was a good chance it could go right. I stood there getting ready. I pulled my skirt down slightly. I hated the way I was dressed for working. It wasn’t even my style I mean does anyone really want to dress like a hooker part from the desperate bitches that walk out half of the clubs? I sighed knowing it was going to be a long night.

It was dark out now and people were slowly but surely making there way out from the club. Mostly drunk but a few sober guys holding there mates up. A guy flashed me a smile I just winked and stayed put. I watched as he made his way over. He was big built, as in muscle. He was around 5’11 so he looked quite chubby due to the muscle. He smiled wickedly as he walked closer to me. I gulped knowing this wasn’t going to be one of the happy endings. “How much then?” He coughed as people past us as he pushed me into an alley way. “£35?” I asked which was the “standard rate” for selling yourself in these streets. He nodded. “Maybe. If you’re any good so don’t disappoint.” He grinned evilly as he pushed me against the wall his lips roughly kissing my neck. I pulled back slightly as his grip tightened on my arms holding them down. “Don’t touch me.” He grunted in my ear as he continued kissing me. “Sorry” I mumbled in return. His grip got even harder I tried to wriggle free. “Can you loosen up a bit?” I pleaded with him but it was no use the more I pleaded the tighter his grip got. The tears slowly started to roll down my cheeks. His hands trailed my body him biting and kissing parts of my skin. I knew he was going to leave marks. I tried pleading again. “Oi! Leave her!” A voice came from the side of us. The man jumped from me looking back at the guy then back at me. He chuckled at the tall guy stood in front of us. You could see his lack of muscle but the height difference was a big difference. The guy who shouted was around 6’3 he was tall, curls on his head and deep blue eyes which were only just noticeable in the dim light of the alley way. The man eyed me up and down. “Are you going to leave?” He asked the guy who I was hoping would pay me. “You’re not worth the hassle.” He said to me as he walked way.

“What is your problem? Why did you do that?” I shouted at the tall blue eyed man. “My problem? He was hurting you!” He said calmly but sternly like I was insane. “Well you shouldn’t have I needed the money!” I screamed at him hitting the floor the tears coming from my eyes. I was tired, tired of life. Tired of trying and not succeeding.