Please Help (A Johnnie Guilbert Story)

Chapter One

*Ella's POV*

I rolled off my bed slowly, trying not to move to fast so I didn't hurt the obvious bruises that were forming on my hips and back. I got all the way off my bed before my legs gave out under my sore hips. I landed with a soft THUD, and I had to bite my tongue so I didn't scream. I pulled some underwear out of my drawer and put it on, along with my bra. I walked into the bathroom that was connected to my room. I looked into my mirror and saw what I didn't want to.

Me.

I had fresh bruises all the way from my knees to my ribs, and a hickey on my neck.

Dammit, I'm gonna need a lot of concealer for that...

I looked to see if there was any more bruises visible on me, which there weren't. I looked at my stomach in the mirror, and pinched the fat. I looked at my fat, ugly face. Before I could look at my body anymore, I heard my mother yell my name. I jumped into my sweats and sweater and ran down the stairs before she could get impatient.

"Yes, mother? Mom?" I called, looking down the hallway. I started walking towards the dining room. Just as I was turning the corner, someone hit me in the back of the head with a beer bottle. I fell to the ground, holding my head. I heard my mother and another person laughing hysterically at my pain. I felt my mom's boots hit my ribs as she kicked me repeatedly.

"Hey! Get up you fat whore! Come on, someone wants you. Now get up there and please him!" my mom slurred at me angrily, still kicking. The man, my mom's "client", was laughing as she kicked me, and soon started throwing almost empty beer bottles at me every time I tried to get up to fulfill her orders.

"Mom! Please stop, I can't do it when you're hitting me!" I screamed at her.

My mother looked down at me, contemplating continuing the beating. Instead, she just kicked me once more, then let me get up.

"Fine. Now get your ugly fat ass up there and please him. I need money, today," she growled at me.

I got up, trying to keep the tears in. If my mom ever caught me crying, she would beat me to no end, especially if there was a client around. I looked at the man. He wasn't a usual, which I always hated. I never knew what new guys liked or wanted, if they wanted dominance or not. That kind of stuff. Mostly, they just want to have someone as young as me for a good price. The man looked at me expectantly, so I walked over to him.

"Here, we can go to the room. It's more comfortable in there," I said, in my sexy voice, which I had to control to keep it from shaking.

"No. I want you here, on this couch. Now." He said, his voice a huge slurred rumble.

Oh. So he's one of THOSE people. That like making me do it in front of my mom. I nodded at him, and led him to the couch. I pulled off my pants and then...

(A/N) I can't write sexy stuff so yeah. Time lapse to after the deed is done and Ella is in her room.

I sat on my bed, rubbing my chest and thighs. He was really rough and angry with me. I heard my mom's words echo in my ears, her telling me I wasn't good enough. Not pretty enough, or skinny enough. I ran into my bathroom and stuffed my fingers into my mouth, and dry-heaved into the toilet. I haven't eaten anything to vomit back up in a week. I got up from the ground and let out a small sob. Standing up, I went over to my dresser where my shiny friend was.

I pulled out my razor blade, and lifted the sleeve of my sweater up.

One for being fat

One for being ugly

One for not being good enough

One for having no friends

One more. One more. More and more.

I looked at my mangled wrist and smiled. The blood was running down and dripping onto the floor and counters. When that was done, I wrapped my wrist in gauze and an ACE bandage, and started getting ready for second Hell. Or school, as other people call it. I threw on my Pierce The Veil shirt and Sleeping With Sirens sweater, which I never wear near clients. I put on my black skinny jeans and my black Converse. I did my makeup, with a ton of concealer on my bruises and some winged eyeliner with mascara. I grabbed my phone and headphones, made sure I had my backpack, and ran out the door to Hell.