Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

12

              I inhaled deeply, watching his angry expression and ticking jaw. "There's not much explaining to do. I was tired of being in this prison, so I decided to take a trip. That's it."

Now I didn't exactly understand why I was lying to him, perhaps I just wanted him to force me to tell him the truth, because then it would provide me with the illusion that he actually had feelings for me.

He looked at me, fists tightening at his side and the ticking of his jaw seeming to get more intense. "There's a cut on your head."

It was as if his words put my nervous system back into action. I suddenly felt the pain from the tiny pricks of thorns shoot through me, covering my legs and my hands. I gasped, my fingers reaching for my forehead, only to come back stained with blood.

I looked at him, my mouth slightly ajar. "The... bushes."

He held out a hand and I grabbed onto it. "It's not much blood. A shower will fix that. I'll get you some antiseptic too."

I nodded and he helped me up. I was a little disappointed when he closed the bathroom door behind me, but then I remembered that he wouldn't be as easy as the other boys.

I wasn't sure whether I wanted something serious or just to fuck, but I liked his company, and I wouldn't scare him away by acting like a slut.

The water was hot, just as I liked it. It burned at first, but my skin eventually got used to it and I washed away all the blood, dirt and sweat. It was the most painful shower I'd ever had, but I felt better once I was clean.

There was a towel and a bathrobe on the towel rack, so I draped the robe around myself and the towel around my hair. When I came out, there was a fresh button–up shirt waiting on his bed, and the person in question was reaching into his drawer and bringing out a first-aid kit.

I took his shirt back to the bathroom and put it on, then came back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. He took my leg and applied methylated spirit to all the scratches while I hissed in pain, and then he cleaned the wound on my head.

We were awfully close. I spent the whole time staring at his lips, wincing anytime I felt a sharp pain, but he paid me no mind. He closed the kit and returned it to its place when we were done, then he came and sat beside me.

"Now that we have that out of the way, you have a lot of explaining to do. Number one, why were you touching me while I slept? And why did you record it?"

I frowned. "You think I recorded that? Did you see the angle the video was taken from? How could I have done that?"

He frowned too. A crease appeared between his brows, and I desperately wanted to straighten it out. "There was no one else in the room, was there?" he asked me.

"No, there wasn't. At least, not that I know of."

He fingered his chin, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. "Oh dear, this is much more serious than I thought."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It was your stalkers, wasn't it?"

"I thought you knew that from the start."

"It still doesn't excuse what you did. How would you have reacted if you found out that I was touching you while you slept?"

I would've been the happiest woman alive. "I'm sorry, okay? You were naked, and you were... you were touching me too."