My Saviour

chapter one: the beginning

Lilah

It was getting loud out there. It's a Saturday night so obviously there's going to be a lot of customers. I was all dressed in a sexy red bikini because the more skin I show, the more money I get, it disgusts me that men find this shit 'entertaining.'

I had my wig on, makeup was on point, so I guess I'm ready to go on stage now and see what's waiting out there for me...

I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I felt ashamed, as I wondered how I got to this point in life and if it could get any worse. But this is me now and I can't go back. I know what you're thinking right now and I'm not exactly proud of what I do, but without this job I'd probably be living on the streets.

My stripper name is Layla but my real name is Lilah and I'm 19 years old. It's ironic how the names almost sound the same, but I've never been one for names if I'm being honest.

You may be asking Lilah how did you get into this situation?

Well let me take you to the beginning so you know how I ended up in this situation...

London, Christmas eve, 6 years ago

I kept on running away as fast as my little legs and skinny body would take me, it's the middle of the night and I'm freezing, just wearing some pyjamas out in this fucking weather. But it's not like I had time to get ready cause I didn't fucking plan on spending my time like this.

You never know who could be out here at this hour. but I don't care because no one can be worse than my father anyway- my thoughts were interrupted as I stumbled to the ground. OUCH! well that hurt a lot.

I slowly got myself up again. I have to keep running I'm not safe here. tears started rolling down my cheeks, and at this point I don't know whether this is physical, or mental pain. I can't get my legs to move. I'm cold and exhausted. Get yourself together Lilah come on.

I decide to walk to a wall under a streetlight to make a phone call. He doesn't answer. I have to try again though. Come on, come on, please pick up you're my only hope.

"Lilah is that you?"

"H-Hey grandpa it's me" 

Grandpa has been through a lot these past couple of weeks, trying to get over grandma's death and if I could go to anyone else, trust me I would. But he's the only one left right now.

"what's going on sweetheart? are you alright? why are you calling at this hour?"

He sounds worried.

"not really, I'm scared, and I'm really cold"

"tell me where you are and I'll pick you up Right Now"

"I'm in town hiding under a streetlight, next to the clock tower"

"ok I'll be there in 15 minutes, make sure you stay there"

"okay" it's all I say before I hang up. I feel relieved right now, and I'm so grateful to have him because if I didn't... I didn't know what I'd do or where I'd be right now.

it's starting to snow. Just my luck. Now I'll be even more cold. I start crying. Waterfall of tears coming out of my eyes. Why me? Why me? I ask. What have I ever done to deserve this?

15 minutes later a car pulls up, it's my grandpa.

I get in the front seat next to grandpa and I hug him. careful not to hug him too hard because I feel like I might hurt him. he's 73 right now, skinny, weak and wrinkly, which is another reason of  why I don't want to put a lot of pressure on him.