Hennessy

New Ventures

~Hennessy POV

My eyes red with tears as I proceeded to wipe them away. Breathing out, standing outside the porch, reluctantly making my way up, hesitant, my thoughts drowning me. I roughly knock on the door. "Who is it?" A deep voice shouts, "Hennessy" I yell as my voice continues to crack. The door slightly opening, his brother Antonio stood there. Their resemblance strong, his hooded eyes wide, his lips in a thin line. The only difference with Antonio is the long curly hair that he usually has tied in a low bun. "Hennessy, what are you doing out here at this time?" He questions, his face scrunched up, "is Ricardo here?" I whisper. Closing the door, moments later fully opening it, stepping aside as I got in. Naked women filled the room as they worked on different stations with the drugs. The strong smell of chemicals fills my nostrils, the feeling of puking coming over me again. Walking further in the house, my eyes make contact with his tall figure. His arms covered in tattoos, his hair short. Ricardo is my boyfriend, being 6 years older than me no one approved of our relationship. At first when I met him, I saw this tall handsome guy, his eyes wide and dark, his features sharp, and just like most people he spoke Spanish to me because he assumed just like him I'm Latina. For some reason I was drawn to his rebellious nature. How he feared nothing, how he was feared; but not long after I feared him as well. He became controlling, and abusive. I dress how he wants me to dress, speak when he wants me to. Here I am standing in regret, why did I ever give him the time of day. Turning to face me. "What are you doing here ma?" He questions, the skull tattoo on his neck visible, my eyes still wet with tears. "Ca...can I talk to you" I whisper, raising his brow, a smile makes its way to his way face, exposing his white teeth, but more than anything it was a cunning smile. Moving out the room filled with women, following behind him into the bedroom. Closing the door behind him. "What's up?" He questions, looking down teary eyed, "I thought you said you done with me, you need to speak up I have no ti-" "I'm pregnant" I say, tears sliding down my cheeks, sniffling out. My face at this point red as a tomato from all the crying, "my aunt....I don't know what to do, I'm pregnant and it's yours " I sob. Looking up at him, his eyes void of emotions. Plopping down the bed, breathing out  he made no contact with me. Getting up from the bed, making his way out the room. Alone and confused , growing more anxious as tears continued to stream down my face uncontrollably. The room silent, the door opening making me slightly flinch as I stood in the corner. Handing me the stack of money, "what's this?" I question , "that's $200 for you to take care of it" he says making my brows furrow, my eyes widen at the realisation of what he meant, "I ca..." "I wasn't asking" he whispers. His face so close to mine that I could smell his breath. His eyes cold , "I'm not playing with you, you will take care of it, for your sake" he spits making me flinch......

"Hennessy!!" The lady calls out making me snap out of my trance. "Honey, I know you not use to the camera but I need you to make this work!" She says, breathing heavily, "I'm sorry" I whisper before getting myself together. There stood a bunch of people in the room, the lighting strong, the camera lights flashing before me as I was directed on potential poses. The all black latex corset hugging my body, the look paired with a black thong, black leather boots, leather gloves and a shiny silver choker. My breasts bare, covering my nipples with my hands. My Bob wig exposing my shoulders  as I sat on the red plastic chair, my legs spread increasing the sex appeal.

"Fucken Perfect!!" The lady screams as I block my thoughts, engaging with the photographer. This being a reminder that this is an opportunity to give my son a better life, to give me a better life without being possibly overworked. Though I hold the risk of being fired within 2 months, but what if I didn't....

Puffing out the cigarette smoke, tears blur my vision. Guilt looming over me. I can handle many things, I can take a lot of things but hurting my son is not one of them. How could I say that to my son, to tear him down like that. Yes, he took it too far, but I'm the adult and mother. I watch myself fail my son on a regular, I'm everything I don't want him to be. "I see you could use a friend" the girl I now know as Gina plops down next to me. She is one of the exclusive women. Her body petit, her complexion rich in melanin, her eyes almond shaped. The perfect hourglass figure she has. Turns out she's from New Orleans as well, and that's how we connected. Blinking away the tears, lighting up her cigarette, "no, don't let me stop you, cry" she says. Remaining silent at her words, staring down the floor. "What's wrong?" She asks. Breathing out, "my son got into a fight at school" I whisper, "he got suspended and when I tried calling him out he said if his father was around, and I didn't act like he didn't exist, he would have stood up for him" I croak. "That's not what hurt" I say as tears slid down my cheeks, "I told him his father never wanted him, what kind of mother says that to her son" I cry, roughly wiping my tears away. "A mother that loves her son" she says, "one that does something she cannot stand just to feed him" she says making me look over to her. "I watch you on the pole and even on camera today, you are disgusted by what you do but you continue just for him". Remaining silent at her words, "now come on, let me give you a ride home. Don't be so hard on yourself" she says.....