Sex and Success (DISCONTINUED TEMPORARILY)

Sex and Success

"You hoe, get off my fu**ing bed before I whip yo ass, you fu**ing slut ass b*tch"

"Oh my god stop, I worked all night on some small dick kid, I need my sleep!"

"B*tch get off right now or you'll be suffering more than you were before!"

Next thing you know, I'm on the floor with blood trickling down my makeup full face. I got up as quick as I would and ran into the streets. I felt a sudden breeze and realized I was half naked with only a thong and a bra on. Great. My name is Latisha Brown and this is the life I lived, pretty much everyday. I went off to live on the streets after my parents died in a drive by. A man by the name of Tyrone Jackson found me under near a trash can at 7-11. He said he would give me a home and good paying job. I was pretty desperate at the time so I went with him. No questions were asked. I arrived at his house later to discover that I would have to be a prostitute and he was the main pimp. If I left him, he would kill me as deadly as he could. It's been 4 years since he's discovered me. Everyday, I live in a real hell. Tyrone would beat me on the daily and the only friend I really had was my roommate, Marrisa, who's been there for 6 years. We've had plans to escape before but I realized my life would be in complete danger because I know Tyrone would kill me. I just didnt know what to do.

At that moment, I had the chance. I ran as far as my lungs would allow me. I ran out of breath right outside the police station. This was my chance to turn Tyrone in. I stumbled up the steps and crawled to the door. At that moment, about 3 police officers came to my rescue and brought me inside. Everyone thought I was drunk and that the marks on my body came from falling down. I told them to hold on. I didn't have any breath at all. My throat was swollen. Tyrone recently slapped me across my neck so it is very hard to breathe. I took a small nap. Later on, the officers started to question me. "Who are you?" "Have you been drinking?" " Wheres your family?" Etc.. This was all to overwhelming. The run made me extremely exhausted so I was too tired to talk. They told me they were going to bring me to a hospital so that I could get treated for my wounds.

The officers called an ambulance and I was later transported to the Orlando Health Complex.

"Hey beauty wake up."

"What? What's going on?"

"You're in the emergency room right now. The doctors are getting your final results."

"Who are you though?"

"James, James Mallarcky."

Right then, I opened my eyes. I recognized his familiar face. It was one of the officers that saved me outside the station. I fell in love immediately.