Hiding in the Shadows

Chapter 2: The Other Side

Once I got home I would lock myself in my room because of what happens at night. There is another side to my life and it doesn't matter what i do to get out of it. I'm stuck under my step-dad's rules and he's the only one that is there to take care of me. My mom divorced my dad when she found out that he was having an affair with other women. My mom was only able to have me while my dad got the rest of my siblings. I watched them grow up from a distance because I was only 7, by the time I knew what really happen and they didn't treat me like I was a part of the family. My mom remarried to what I though was a nice guy but ends up being the worse mistake that my mom could make. By the time I was 11 my dad and sibling died in a home invasion, I was crying so hard that night and then a year later my mom died in a car crash when coming home one night, so I had to stay with my step-dad.

"JADE!!! COME OUT OF THE STUPID ROOM BEFORE I TAKE THAT DOOR OFF THAT ROOM AGAIN, AND YOU KNOW FUCKING WELL I WILL DO IT!!!" my step-dad bangs on the door as I hide in the corner of my room. This happens every day and he does take the door off my room even if I do obey his orders. So I did as I was told and came out of my hiding and went to the door a little so he could see half my face from where the door hid me from the danger of my step-father's rage.

He was standing there mad as hell and behind him was just another customer of his to take me away for the night and returned me beaten and bruised from whatever they love to do to a young 17 year old girl who can't fight back. I looked at my step-father and then looked down at the ground as I slowly closed the door to get ready for my average night with these scum bags who take me away.

I pulled out my nice black dress that my step-father thought would look great on me and shows off my assets very well so he could get his money worth. He was right about it but I will never wear this dress to school if my life depends on it because then that means people will use me there too. It was a spaghetti strapped dress where the top of my dress would be shown and it fitted my chest and abdomen and then flows down where a slit would show my "sexy legs" as I walk. I put my hair up the way my step-father had shown me to use and done my makeup that will please the only person I have done for so long.

I walked back to the door as I slipped into my heels and did a seductive half peak to the customer but then got snatched out from where I was by my father figure. He held me up by one arm because I'm so small compared to his 6'7 height as I was only 4'9. "Here is my pride and joy." He only says that to get more money from his customers and he never saw me as that at all. He whispered into my ear "better show him a good time, the more customers you can bring in the more freedom you get, you little piece of shit," and then he threw me onto the floor. He says that a lot and of course he never does as he said. I have no freedom, the more customers he gets the happier he become because of the money not because of me. I got up, dusted off the expensive dress and followed the costumer for tonight.

He drove me to a beautiful house and when I got out he took me by my arm in an iron grip and led me into the house but once I was there he locked the door so I wouldn't try to escape. I stood in the far corner of the nicely decorated room that I think is the living room of the house. There was a stair case that separated the living room from the rest of the house.

"Come here you little slut." He walked over and grab my arm in that same iron tight grip as he pulled me away from the corner. He pulled me up the stairs to a room on the second floor. He threw me on the bed but walked out of the room. I heard a click from the outside of the room and then footsteps walking away. I went to the door and tried the handle but as I thought, the guy locked it and I can't get out so I decided to go sit on the bed and wait.

An hour or so went by and the footsteps came back but they seem different. Like there were two people and one of them was running. Before they got to the door I hid in the nice walk-in closet at the very back with the lights off. I heard the man that came to my step-father from behind the door that leads to the room itself.

"I have a surprise for you" the client sounded hopeful which was strange because that never happens.

"Dad nothing is going to change how things are. I just wish she could stop being so left out of thing. She is treated like shit by the other students. And plus I'm not in the mood for a surprise and if you did, why is it in my room." The other voice sounded like a teenage boy who was 16 or 17 years old.

"Because it's your gift." As the door unlocked and the guys walk inside I wasn't where the client left me. "It was right here. On your bed."

"Yea dad... of course it was. Now get out of my room." I heard the client being forced out of the room and the boy walk over to the closet and open it. He noticed me and closed the door behind him. But I doubt he recognized me because how I look tonight and how I looked at school. "Who are you and why are you hiding in my closet. Because I'm not really in the mood."

I shakes my head and gets up and ran out of his closet and out of his room before I was stopped by my client from before. "There you are you like bitch" he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back to his son's room. "Hey I found the gift I got you," as we walked into the room again my clients son didn't have a shirt on and was showing of his nice body.

"Dad I don't care about your freaking gift you can have what ever you bought," he wasn't paying attention to us because once he said that his dad took me to his room.

"You heard him. I can have you for tonight." the father locked the door to his room and threw me on the bed. I was crying because I knew his son and I can't believe that he hadn't recognize me one bit. After Brandon's father came back I was forced down on the bed with him on top of me.

An hour or so went by til I heard a knock on the door. Dave looked at me with glaring eyes that says if I say anything that I will be in trouble. "Yes Brandon?"

"I'm sorry for yelling at you dad. Do you still have that gift for me?" He stayed on the other side of the door.

"Yes son, I still have the gift," Dave looked down at my naked body as he pulled out of me. He whispers to me as he walked to put back on his clothes. "You got lucky this time. We were only getting started on that. You feel so freaking good. Maybe next time Jade. Go get yourself dressed and wipe that make-up off your face. It looks like shit."

I do as I'm told and got back dressed and wiped the make-up -now ruined from me crying- off so I look decent. Once I got out I looked down as I was led out of his room and to Brandon's room. "Here is your gift," Dave pushed me into his son's room and Brandon looked at me and then back at his father.

"Really dad... You got me a freaking slut? You have to be kidding me." He started to laugh and I was so close to breaking into tears.

"If you don't want her I can always have her for the night" I looked around at Dave and saw a smile on his face that says yes, I will have you again and will do more to you. When I looked back I could see that Brandon might agree with his dad's offer.

I was now crying because I don't want to do this with Dave. I want to stay away from him and my step-father. "Please don't let go back with him. Please Brandon... I'm begging."

Brandon's eyes were wide as he starred at me and then back at his father. I hope he won't send me back with Dave.