Drip drip drip...
This damn house is so old. Leaks everywhere!
Drip drip...
Brad said he would call maintenance last week..
Drip drip drip drip...
Might as well get cleaned up since there's no way I'm getting any more sleep.
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I turn the faucet to the hottest setting in the shower and get undressed. I look into the mirror, and I'm shocked at the person staring back at me. I look sick. My once shiny, chocolate brown hair, is now dull and limp. It hangs well past my shoulders in thin, stringy strands. My once vibrant, bright blue eyes are now lifeless and sad, with dark, sunken in circles underneath. My once flawless skin is now covered in craters and pits. My once curvacious body is now just a sack of bones wrapped in skin.
I sigh and start to get in the shower when my stomach twists and I lunge for the toilet. Right as I finish throwing up last night's lovely concoction of Vikodin and whiskey, Brad strolls through the door, rubbing his sleepy eyes. God, he's so gorgeous. I love him so much.
"Hey baby. Not feeling good today?" His voice is as smooth as velvet and his smile makes my heart skip a beat.
"I think I just have a little stomach bug. I'll be fine."
I flush the toilet and climb into the shower. I start to wash my hair, Bradley climbs into the shower with me. The water runs down his perfect body and he pushes his hair out of his eyes.
"No use in wasting water" He winks at me and I giggle like a four year old. It's been a month since we ran away together and I still get goosebumps when I hear his voice. We get cleaned up together and he carries me to the bed.
"I have a surprise for you." he says as he walks to the closet. He reaches up and pulls out two bags: a brown paper bag, and a red gift bag.
"You spoil me."
He rolls his eyes and flashes that perfect smile at me again. Brad reaches into the brown bag and pulls out a smaller clear plastic bag. Inside was a few small, amber colored rocks and a syringe. My stomach drops.
"Bradley..."
"Babe come on! Live a little! A little ride with the monster won't kill ya"
The strongest drug I'd used was Oxycodone. I'd never even thought about using heroin. He goes to the kitchen and brings back a spoon and a bottle of water. He pulls a tray out from under the bed and crushes up one of the rocks and mixes the powder with some water in the spoon. He heats it up and then fills the syringe with the dark yellow liquid. He pulls a belt out of the closet and tightens it around my arm.
"You're about to feel real good babe."
He plunges the needle into my arm and I wince, but then I feel the warm sensation taking over my body and I sigh with pleasure. I can barely hold myself up as Brad pulls out the red bag to show me my next surprise.
He reaches inside and pulls out a black lace lingerie set. He smiles at me, and starts to talk, but I can barely make out the words. I fade in and out, but one thing catches my attention:
"I know sex is special, but we need money and I have some friends begging me to get with you."
My boyfriend is trying to pimp me out.
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The Path Less Taken
Novela JuvenilAfter being raped, Kayla and Avery go down two very different paths. This story follows them during their road to recovery...or self destruction.
