Instinct

First Let Me Hop Out The Motherfucking Porsche, I Don't Want Him

"She's pregnant," I said to myself. This was my worst nightmare, Cheyenne being pregnant. I just can't believe it. Ugh! This is exactly why I didn't want her to be a fucking prostitute! Now, she's gonna be alone with no one else to take care of her baby. She's gonna have to stop working too if she wants to keep the baby. Oh who am I kidding, it's not like she's actually gonna care about her child. I'm not gonna say anything to her about this. She can figure it out, but she can't say I didn't warn her.

A few minutes later, my cell phone started to ring. It was from Cheyenne. I let it go to voicemail.

***

"Why won't she pick up?" I said to myself, frustrated that it seemed like my mother didn't care. She probably didn't care, as she never wanted me to do this in the first place. But it's truly her fault that I'm pregnant. If she didn't make those bad decisions, then I wouldn't needed to get the job anyways, and wouldn't of needed to have sex with the guy who refused to wear a condom, just so I could stay in the apartment. And look at me now. I'm in this dump that doesn't cost anything, but only have around 300 dollars in my wallet, and an empty refrigerator. I guess I'll just pick something up at McDonald's or something. Their fish of course, cause everything else doesn't taste good in my opinion. Except for their McFlurry's but I need to keep all the money I can.

Being a night of importance, I had to make sure that I was on point. Lizzi texted me today to let me know that she wants me to do a double, and that it is going to be in cars. Finally, I thought. Car sex is totally my game. This is what I signed up for. A true thrill. I can taste the money right now. Oh wait, maybe I shouldn't.

I changed into my slut outfit, minus the cat ears as they are, in my opinion stupid, and started to head down to the abandoned restaurant. The nice thing about this is, the restaurant is right near my new apartment. That way, I don't have to walk too far to get there. I also don't have to worry about guys on the street going like,

"Ooh girl, you looking fine,"

Disgusts me too. Whatever, when you look cute, you should show it. And that's exactly what I do, every day. Show my attractiveness. Because without me, some of the men on the street, would never have seen a sexy body like mine. Just saying.

I arrived at the place no later than 7. I know that it is normally at 8 but I need the extra money. I also need to find out more stuff about people like Lizzi. There's just so much I don't know about the people that I'm near. Like how I actually thought that my mother would care about me being pregnant. Oh well, it's not like what the doctor said about sex while pregnant is always true. And who gives a hell about fucking Fantina, she's probably made up or some shit anyways.

Once I found the place, I noticed that the door was locked. That's unusual since during nights like this, she never locks the door. Maybe she wants to be more careful or something, I don't know. I knocked on the door and heard Lizzi make a quick gasp. She reluctantly opened the door and let me inside.

Both her and Sinnamon were stripped down to their underwear and weren't even changed into their outfits. This almost never happens as Lizzi is always talking about preparedness. What the fuck was she doing? This is so unlike her. Also, Sinnamon is usually hitting on me, but today she isn't. Something weird was going on here, but what could it possibly be?

Eventually at 8, I met up with this first guy that I was supposed to hook up with. I won't say much about him because in my opinion, he was kind of boring. He was a tall, brown haired, white guy that looked about 30 years old. He was driving a nice white Prius, with a licence plate from New Jersey. Wonder what a guy from Jersey was doing up here in New York? I noticed in the back of the car that there was a car seat. I hope he isn't cheating or that his crazy ex finds out. Poor Corey.

He was reasonable with a dick of 4.5 inches and a beautiful smile. Why would anyone want to break up with this guy? He did use a condom as well, which was appreciated. I would date him if he was just more interesting. I think the perfect guy for me is the interesting type, or the guy who isn't the same thing as everybody else. He also paid me 150 bucks so I guess that was nice.

This next guy came at around 9:30. Lizzi told me that she wanted to stay and watch in order to see my performance, whatever that means. This guy came up with a nice, midnight blue Porsche. How lucky was I tonight, getting to ride in a fancy ass car like this. I took a peek at the guy. He was about 5'9", had light brown hair, had green eyes, and looked to be in his late 30s. He seemed to be a priest, as he had a cross in the back of the Porsche. If he was a priest, why would he be having sex like this? That was my first clue that something was wrong.

"Want do you want to do now?" I politely asked him hoping he'd give me a response.

"To teach you a lesson," He replied back hastily.

"What lesson?"

"The lesson on respect towards God."

Once I heard that, I immediately noted that this guy was insane and tried to leave the car. But of course, the fucking doors are locked so I can't just leave. I tried banging on the window to gain Lizzi's attention, but it wasn't working. She just didn't notice me.

"Too late now, bitch!" He said with an evil grin on his face. Was he trying to imitate the devil or something?

He slapped me in the face with the holy bible. Yes, I said the fucking holy bible. He held the cross to my neck, which turned out to be a knife. I was gasping for air, trying to remain alive. He was pulling it tighter and tighter against my neck, to the point where I couldn't breathe. Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?

"Are you ready to learn now about respect on God's green Earth?"

"Yes," I said hoarsely. I couldn't breathe, what did you expect?

"Good," He replied.

It was at that moment when I said, YOLO, and started screaming. As loud as I possibly could in order to gain Lizzi's attention somehow. He was stabbing and slashing me with his knife but I didn't care. Lizzi grabbed a baseball bat, and smashed the window of the Porsche. She then tried to pull me out with everything she had. She did manage to do so, only after he dug his knife into my knee, and tried to pop my kneecap off.

"Oh my God! We need to get you to a hospital right now!"

"No, no hospital. I'm fine. Don't wor-"

I fell down on my face, and heard the sound of an angel in my head.

"Sweet dreams," That beautiful voice told me, as I landed dead on the sidewalk.