Rella in the city

Chapter 4

Sometimes I think what it would be like to have a normal life, not having to seduce old, ugly, men that I don't know. Not being owned by anyone.
When I was 9 I remember my teacher very well. Her name was Mrs. Ruben. She was a kind, beautiful lady. She cared about me more than anyone has ever cared for me before. More than grandmonster or monster junior ever had. She had lots of pictures of her family all around her classroom. Her, her husband, and their 3 adopted children. They all look so happy together, smiling, laughing, in every picture. I almost felt... jealous.
"BECCA!!" I scream, "Hi baby!" As soon as she hears my voice her smile flashes and her bright blue eyes twinkle. "Rella!" She screams, "I missed you!" "I know Beck, I've missed you too." Daddy laughs in the corner, watching us, "you two are pathetic." We ignore him as we hug each other tight. "Look Rell," she holds up her shirt with one hand, "it's almost gone." I brush her frail stomach softly with my fingers. Burns take up most of her stomach, most of them now scars. "Oh hun, that's awesome." Her face also looks much better I note, a bandage still on her nose. I remove my finger from her stomach, shuttering as the memory flashes back from how she got the burns.
I had never seen Daddy so mad at Becca before. Was it a week ago, a few weeks ago? I never keep track of the days that pass. I guess a client had called and complained that Becca hadn't played her role "correctly." He was screaming at her for awhile in the other room, I heard a few slaps, nothing to bad. She came out, tears in her eyes but knows the outcome of letting the tears fall. We were eating grapes together, the other sisters weren't around when Daddy had come in. We grew silent, slowly chewing. He put a pot on the oven and turned the burner on. After a few minutes we assumed he was just cooking, we were wrong. He had told Becca to take off her shirt and lay on her back on the table. My heart beat increased, she did as told. He took the pan off the stove, walked over, and pressed the burning pan into her upper stomach. I screamed. She cried. She screamed. I cried. Daddy smiled, still pressing it down into her flesh, saying, "Becca, you're my hoe. You work for me. Do as you are taught bitch." I reached my hand out but he slapped it away. He reheated the pan and burned her flesh 5 more times chanting, "whore."