Scars (Clean)

Whore House Chapter 2

Ring ring... Ring ring... Beep. Startled by the unexpected call I answer the phone expecting it to be the front office of the Whore House telling me that my regular is here. Which it was. He is 35 years old like my father and, he's always drunk and has been since his wife died in 2004, which is when my mom had died, and my dad had started drinking. Although I don't think to much about it, I should. As I hang the phone up and sit on the bed, drying the tears from my face I think to myself, " Why dont I just run away, what's truley stopping me?" Suddenly there was banging on the door like usual. As I open the door the man by the name of William storms in, slams the door, and slaps me across the face harder then I've ever felt before, which later leaves a red mark of a hand print on my face.
"Damit bitch!" William yells at me for no apparent reason except for how I should have treated him better last time he was here, meaning yesterday.
"I-I'm sorry I-I didn't mean too." I cry out to him quickly.
"Don't give a fuck about if your sorry or not, I care that you should treat me a whole hell of a lot better than what you had!" He started to raise his voice higher and higher, louder and louder every single word he had spoken from there on out.
" Truley, please forgive me," I start to cry, "It surely won't happen again." As I finishy sentence, a teardrop started to reach the bottom of my face.
By know I would have surely thought we would have already been down in business but surprisingly, we weren't. I hadn't thought to much of it in fact to tell you the truth, I actually enjoyed it since the hairy beast wasn't on top of me.