You Could Call it Prostitution...

What Really Happened? :|

Blaine POV

      I sit in our designated room with Sky. After what happened during the performance, Isis and Josh went to talk to Boss. “Sis,” Sky says I a half whisper I move closer to my baby sister. “What is it, hun?” “I’m scared. What if we die here?” She’s too young to have the anxiety that she does. Why did our parents do this to us? “Don’t think like that.” I hug her. “Get some sleep. Jeremiah will be here tomorrow. Aren’t you excited?” She responds, “Yeah, I hope he can get us out soon.” I tuck her in and turn the light off and say, “Me too.” I lay down.

About two minutes later, I sis bursts in screaming. “Get your asses out of bed! Which of you pricks helped little miss ‘I deserve better’ get out?” Sky starts to get up, but I stop her with a wave of my hand. “Maybe you should check your facts before you go making accusations. Plus that’s our sister. You could have a little respect.” “Shut the fuck up! You are lucky Boss likes me. We could’ve all had to go on street duty,” Isis snips. I turn the light back off and some Pierce the Veil on low. “Kindly leave.” I gesture out the door. She scoffs and clomps out in her high heels. “Have fun whore.” I slam the door behind her and go to bed. I say a short, pleading prayer before going to sleep.

Meanwhile,

Jeremiah POV

      “Alright, Breena. I need you to talk to me.” I shift into park. She’s crying and slightly sobbing. “You don’t care. What does it matter?” She chokes out. “Look! I’m not Josh. I don’t condone any of what goes on. I’m working on getting three of my sisters out. Yeah, Josh is my brother and I sis is my sister, but they like and enjoy this lifestyle. The others don’t deserve to be forced to do this especially since it can cause harm to them and their health.” She just stares at me for a few moments. “I really admire your dedication to your sisters. I’m sure you are a really good guy.” She wipes her eyes and sniffles.

After a couple minutes of sitting in silence, she asks, “What happens if you get caught? What would happen to you? What would Boss do to your sisters?” I sigh and shift uncomfortably. “I like to think that it’ll be successful and if we do get caught, it’ll be me who would deal with it not my sisters. They’ve been through enough bullshit,” I respond. She turns to me skeptically. “What, if you don’t mind my asking, did your parents do that made them send their girls to the club?” she asks. This time it’s my turn to tear up.

I clear my throat, but still speak quietly. “Well, they were and are big time drug addicts. Since they were both fired from their jobs, they were running low on money. They became abusive every time they were high or drunk. So, believe it or not, where they are is better than being home. Their dealer, Bill, told them about that wretched place. Then Josh, my brother, started working there and he liked it. It’s just who he is. I love him but he doesn’t make the best choices. One day, he was raving it up to his friend River on the phone. Mom over heard him and ran to tell Dad which ended in a fight. Dad thought it over when he was sober and decided what the hell. So the next day he signed the papers and got his first payment. Boss came in with some injections. While Blaine, Sky, and Isis slept, he gave them the injection in their necks, had his workers pick them up and take them to his van. They woke up in completely different clothes, different place, and a whole different atmosphere.” Breena has silent tears streaming down her face, still listening attentively. “Now, I’m going to get them out.” She undoes her seatbelt and hugs me. I continue crying. I manage to whisper, “I will free you too.”

      About fifteen minutes later, we arrive at the club. I escort her inside. Boss asks, “How’d the little lady do? It was her first time on street duty. I also heard she was a virgin. How did that fe-” I cut him off, “She did her time. No use trying to question her. You know how they all are after their first round.” He nodded in approval. I escorted her back to her room. She’s alone in here. “You don’t have any siblings?” I ask her. “Not anymore.” She goes and changes into her pjs and sits at her vanity. I better not ask. Not yet. I’ve only met her twice. Maybe that’s what she was crying about earlier. “I got to go turn in paperwork and head home for the night,” I tell her. “She puts down her brush, running over to hug me. “Thank you for caring,” she whispers. I smile and hug her back.

      Once I turn in the paper work, I head to my apartment. As soon as I step in, the phone rings. The caller I.D. reads unknown. I pick it up anyway. “Jer?” It sounds like my sister. “Speaking.” “It’s Atlanta. Don’t worry about me. I’m safe. Focus on getting Blaine and Sky out, I’m not there.  I have a few friends that want to help you.” I respond, “What the hell Atlanta?! Where are you? I’m coming to get you.” She says, “I’m safe. I met this really nice guy and he saved me. His name is River.” “RIVER?? Why would you trust him? He’s Josh’s friend. You know he’s bad news.” “Hey, hey, hey. No need to yell. My friend, Jasper, and I want to help get the rest of your sisters and the innocents out. Just because I’m kind of friends with your brother doesn’t make me a bad guy. Just like you being brothers with him, doesn’t make you a know-it-all, sex-loving, accepting of the inacceptable bastard like him. Take our help because you are going to need it. You can’t do it by yourself. So now, what’s the plan?” River responds. I sigh. This is going to be a long night.....