HOPE

Victoria

The cold water cleaned my skin and relaxed my muscles, I could hear the bubbles pop as I listen to Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence and the sound of screams in the distance. The water felt like my cold soul and the chill bumps rushing down my arms. The frozen bruises and blood cleaning me when i swallow that pill on the rush of coke in my nostrils.

The pace of my heart beat sped up as i hear the foot steps getting closer and closer approaching the bathroom door. I Could feel my tears getting heavier on my cheeks and my hands shaking with cuts starting to feel numb. 

My long dark brown hair caressing my back started to feel like spiders crawling up my back and suddenly as the door opened my fear and pain started to come back.

I could now use my senses properly.

I Could smell the cocaine and smoke mixed with mold polluted in the air, My sight was more clear as Micheal raised his hand across my face, my taste was dry with blood landing on my taste buds. My sense of touch was no longer numb, I could now feel the tiny cuts and blood dripping from my fingertips. 

He Gripped my hair and dragged my wet body along the dirty floor. Letting all my cuts/bruises drag and tear against the rough tiles following to the carpet floor. 

"STOP MICHEAL.... PLEASE !"

I Could barely hear myself scream and his grip on my hair was so tight I could feel strands tearing from my scalp. At this point my body was fully bloody. I Couldn't take the abuse Anymore. I Was tired of feeling like a object. I Don't even remember how my Real face look under these bruises and black eyes that I Cover with pounds of makeup. I Could've been Something ..... Anybody.......Somebody......

I Look back to when my parents was still with me and I was a good girl about to graduate. I Will never forget that week of complete pain and utter madness. Everything changed me, I Let this life control me and It wasn't no getting out. 

" VICTORIA ! LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU BITCH!" Micheal Yelled.

I quickly glance at his face and notice left over lipstick on his cheek and the smell of perfume hitting my face.

"Micheal, Please stop I'll do whatever you want." I tried to say as calmly as possible but that's never good enough for him.

" I Didn't ASK You a question so why you talking?"

I Then felt a hard punch in my jaw, usually he would hit me in my eye or nose. I May bleed a little but it was starting to become numb.

"I'm Leaving, I Have to go do my duties, I'll be back" Micheal Explained.

but I Knew that Meant he was going to check on the other girls. I Wanted to run and never come back.

As soon as I heard the door shut I Grabbed my things and some of his expensive jewelry and quickly started to open the window, I Dropped my heavy bag out first then myself...

I Picked up my bag and made a run for it, I Didn't make it far until i heard wheels screeching behind me. I Looked up and seen Micheal black Bugatti peer the corner.

I Was losing breath and my cuts were burning from being exposed. My head was banging and I Was tired and ready to go to a place I could Call HOME. 

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