My story, My life....

Chapter 2

*Flashback 2 years ago*

I waited in the cold summer night on the same corner i was on every Friday and Saturday nights, waited for someone to come get me. This night i hoped it would be a sweet guy instead of someone who's a little more rough cause it is my birthday. Twenty. Wow, i am old. As i was thinking someone in a super expensive sports car rolled up and rolled doen their window. I leaned over so i could talk to them.

"Hey sweet thang, wanna come with me to have some fun?" said the guy. He was about in his 30s and let me tell you, he is NOT attractive. But i'll do anything to make some cash.

"Depends how much?" i said flirting showing my chest a little more.

"300" I thought it over and agreed. I got in the car and we headed to a motel. When your a prostitute, you never go to the clients house, never. You always go to a worn down hotel and i think only once i've actually gone to a nice one. We pulled up to one and walked inside. After getting a room we headed to the elevator. Once in i started doing what i had to do. I leaned on him and started kissing his neck and rubbing his chest. He moaned when i found his sweet spot and stared to rub my sides. The elevator stoped with a jolt and we walked down the hallway and into the room. Thats where it went wrong. He pushed me in roughly and i fell but when i tried to stand up he just pushed me down harder. He kicked my side saying to man up and not be a pussy and to just suck his dick. I got to my knees and he pulled down his pants and immediatly shoved his cock in my outh. I started to gag but he just thrusted even harder. He finally got to his orgasm and told me to swallow, i did. He picked me up roughly and through me on the bed and started to rip my cloths off and before i could say anything he pounded into me, hard. The pain was unbearable, i kept trying to push him off but he would just smack me.

When i said the other guys were rough, they were but never this rough. The guys name who i dont know finished for the second time. He pulled out and put his cloths on and just watched me laying on the bed crying.

"Your such a pussy. Can't even handle it. No one like you is, your all worthless and don't belong hear. I bet your parents hate you, are completely dissapointed in you and don't love you. Why dont you just end your life now, no one wants you, bitch"

That hurt. Real bad and was completely uncalled for. I heard him leave and i just layed there crying thinking he is probably right. My parents probably do hate me.

*Present time*

I shot up from my desk panting. It was a dream, all a dream. It didn't happen again, your fine. I got up and walked down to my private studio thats attached to my office. Yes i have a private studio, i need it cause i need my own space for my music. I walked in and sat down at the piano. I started to play and sing  'A-Team' by Ed Sheeran.

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Lights gone, days end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say, shes in the class a team

stuck in her day dream been this way since 18

But lately her face-

 I was interuppted by Martha knocking on the door.

"Sorry to interuppt but you have a meeting right now" she said

Um right, tell them I'll be right there" i said standing up. Martha walked out and i just stood and the piano looking at it thinking how lucky i was to get out of that situation, all thanks to Brad...