Whore

Chapter 1

A/N

Okay so this is the second story I've written on Wattpad. It might be slow updates, but I'm only putting this one on here because I've had writers block with my other story. So bear with me. :}

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Beverly P.O.V

   "How much are you?" I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for my next client. Unfortunately my best friend had been chosen, looking at her she smiled sadly. 'Be careful.' I mouthed to her. I knew she never wanted this life, neither did I.

   Christa, my best friend, is a drug addict. So am I, but it's not like we wanted to try it one day and got hooked on the drugs. No my father forced the drugs into our system. Ever since I was ten, he had been selling me for sex to other men. When I finally turned eighteen, he had me go out on the streets to work as a prostitute.

   Christa had always been a rebel child. That's what her parents would always tell her. My father was the one who introduced Christa and me. They were dating, or so Christa thought, but in truth he was just using her to add to his collection of girls. My father had done this over the past eleven years; picking up new girls. Some of the girls did drugs before he met them and help get a new fix every day.

   The thing they lost was their freedom. Life of servitude to my father. We all did everything we could to get our high each day and if we didn't make the money to pay for it we suffered greatly. My father would punish us. I've been addicted since I was twelve; my father figured that would get me to stop fighting the men he sent to my room, because the older I got the more I would try to fight back. He did this to me. Everything I am today is his fault and still is. I'm twenty one and my father is my pimp.

   This all started one night, at one of his parties. After my mother had passed away he began to change. He drank more, would do drugs and when he ran low on money I found out how he would get more.

*FLASHBACK*

   I came rushing down the stairs afraid. I had just woke up from a nightmare. Jumping onto my father's lap I hugged him tightly, knowing he could protect me and get me to calm down. I started to cry onto his shoulder.

   "What's wrong Beverly?"

   "I had a nightmare. I dreamt that a man was in my room and he tried to get me." I told him.

   My father sighed and, "Let's go and put you back to bed." The tears that I had shed made my eyes swell up. As we walked back up to my room I noticed my father looked tense. We walked into my room, when I looked towards my bed I noticed a man sitting on my bed. He looked like the guy from my dream.

   "Daddy, what's going on?" I looked from him to the man on my bed. My father shut the door behind us and locked it.

   "It's okay Beverly." He told me and then looked towards the man. "I thought I told you to lock the door." He gave the man a stern look.

   "I did she must have unlocked it when she was running out." He told my father.

   "I guess we'll just have to tie her to the bed frame so this won't happen again." My father told him. I looked at him confused. What did he mean tie me to the bed frame? My father grabbed my hands roughly and tied them with rope. Where did he find that rope? I tried fighting him off, because I was so scared. What was he doing? I started yelling at him to let me go, but he wouldn't listen, as he tied the rope to the bed after tying my hands together.

   "Find something to gag here with." My father told the man. "I don't want to have to listen to her screaming the rest of the night." The guy went through my dresser drawer looking for something to gag me with, while my father covered my mouth with his hand. The man pulled out a pair of my socks when he tried to stick it in mouth I wouldn't let him. My father slapped me in the face I started to cry after he struck me. My father grabbed my jaw and forcefully shoved the pair of socks in my mouth.

   "Now hurry up and get done. You have twenty minutes tops there are others waiting for their turn." My father told him. The rest of the night I had guy after guy come in and rape me; while my father got paid from each one of his friends. After they had finished, I had laid on my bed in a fetal position, crying until the sun came up.

*End of Flashback*

   "Excuse me." I hear an angry male voice. I snapped out of my trance and noticed the man in his car. Slowly I walked towards, swaying my hips seductively.

   "What can I do for you baby?" My voice was hoarse and sultry.

   I had spent that night in a hotel with the man that had picked me up. After he had that night, I decided to take advantage of the comfy bed and warm shower. Thinking of everything he had me do last night he was quite strange. He said his wife wouldn't do any of the kinky stuff he was into so he decided to look elsewhere. I felt a little bad for his wife because he was an unfaithful pig, but like I said it was only a little bit. I only cared for the money.

   After I got out of the shower I decided to head back to my father to give him his money. It took me a good hour to get there by bus. When I first entered my father's office I noticed all the drugs sitting on his coffee table. My body started to feel the pull they had on me. I needed them and I needed my fix. I looked towards my father trying not to go crazy. When I looked at my father he had a knowing look on his face. He knew how addicted I was to the drugs.

   "Please sit down Beverly." I sat in the furthest chair away from the drugs. My father got a kick out of me struggling. "Is there a problem Beverly?" He asked. I shook my head no. He just laughed, "For lying to me to me, I won't give you anything for another two days." I looked at him shocked. Was he trying to kill me, I already felt like I was going to die now without my high. He started to laugh more at my reaction. "Now my dear, where is my money?" I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the money I got from last night's customer. He smiled, "Thank you my dear. You may go back to work." I stood up quickly and walked out of his office.

   I went back outside to look for Christa. I knew she would be out looking for her next customer. I went to her usual spot. When I reached her usual spot, I spotted her sitting on the side smoking a cigarette. I grimaced at the sight; I was never into smoking things. She smiled when she saw me, until she saw my body shaking. Christa stood up as fast as she could and came over to me.

   "What's wrong Bev? Are you okay?" I nodded and tried and flashed her, my best smile. "You're not okay, you're shaking. Oh god is Mike withholding again?" I nodded again. "Shit, how does expect you to work in this condition." I shrugged. "Doesn't he remember what happened last time?" Christa sighed. "Don't worry Bev; I'll try to make enough for the both of us tonight. I'll do everything in my power so that he won't hurt you again. How long is he making you suffer without the drugs?"

   "T-two d-days." I told her, my whole body was shaking. I have already gone on day without the drugs and normally I would get it on a daily bases. Going three days without my high was just pure torture.

   "It's going to be okay Bev. You're going to get through this."

   "T-thank you." I told Christa.

   "Anything for you darling." she told me. Christa was a few years older than I; she was like an older sister to me and I was thankful for her. Without Christa in my life I might have never made it this far in life. I would have called it quits a long time ago.

   The next afternoon father had some of the men who worked for him bring me to his office. When I entered the room he had me sit in one of the chairs. I hadn't seen Christa all day and I was getting worried something happened to her. Five minutes later there was a knock at the door. My father had them come in; two of my father's men had a hold of Christa's arms pulling her into the office. They tossed her onto the floor.