After several months of finally working independently, some territorial trouble leads Luna to working for a pimp again. Only this time it's different...
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Luna
It's my birthday. 19 in this bitch!
I'm going to see my boy Jadyn tonight and stay there for a couple a days. It's honestly all I been thinkin of for weeks. Spending that much time wit my baby. My whole heart.
I haven't seen Virgil since the night he saved me. About two weeks ago now. Course he texts me, he's my pimp. But I ain't seen him. I think he's gotta hide for a while or sumn, and he has me working in a different part of town than I was before.
A safer part. I hardly get customers, and when I do, they don't want nothing too unbearable. I don't wanna assume stuff but I think Virgil has somethin to do wit the lack of work I have to put into my job these days. I think he intended for this to happen.
He text me suddenly.
"Happy Birthday."
I stare at my phone. No one ever remembers. My grandma don't even know it's my birthday. No one ever knows except myself. My whole life it's been that way. I sigh and turn off my phone, but the message stays in my head. The rest of the day, the duration of work. And it's a mixture of happiness and suspicion that overcomes me whenever I think of it.
The sun starts setting. I'm exhausted. This ain't no way to spend ya 19th anniversary of existence. But here I am.
A car pulls up and I walk up expecting a customer.
They roll the window down. It's him.
"Get in." He says softly. Without a second thought I open the door and sit next to him. Everything feels warmer and safer suddenly.
Lord...I didn't know how much I missed his face til now. Ion know how to act around him, how did I act before?
He drives off speedily, faster than anyone else in the road. Some bitch ass men take it for competition and try speed on past him but they lose every time.
"How's it feel to be 19?" He says quietly. That deep voice man.
"I feel 60," I laugh "shit."
He don't laugh with me though. He glances over at me, with a smile, then he shakes his head. "I missed you."
Now tell me why the fuck that gave me butterflies?
***
We walking up to my place. He told me to get changed nice. For a surprise he said. I don't like surprises. I don't like parties, I don't like big gatherings with shitty people that ion know or care for. But he promised me that weren't the plan.
