Choices She Made [18+]

Chapter Six- Laila And The Pimping Tales

Chapter Six

"Laila I don't think I can do this." I frowned, panicking.

"It's just a bar." She whispered eyeing me.

"It's not just a bar." I shot back at her.

"Do you want me to come with you?" She asked sighing.

"I don't know." I dropped my head, "I know I should try facing...things alone. You have a life and I shouldn't depend so much on you."

"None sense." She shook her head, "Your my sister."

"You have a husband Laila!" I spoke, "A daughter who needs you. You have to be the mom we never had."

"Catalina," she sighed, "You need to listen to me. Our mother loved us."

"Loved us?" I laughed darkly, "She didn't give a damn about either one of us!"

"Maybe your right." She snapped, "But maybe your wrong! Why would she even have kept us? Hmm?" Her voice rose to screaming, "She could have left us on some doorstep or put us next to a dumpster! Maybe she was being selfish because she didn't want to let us go. But just maybe she did love us!"

I was frozen, unsure what to say next to her.

Lila sighed her shoulders slumping "Your father wasn't the pimp."

"What?" My brows raised.

"Your father is the same as mine. He wasn't some pimp who mother worked for. He was this crazy cold hearted raging man." She whined defeated.

"No no no." I shook my head violently.

"Breathe Catalina just breathe." Laila soothed when I began to take deep fast gasps.

"My father was a pimp!" I yelled shaking. "He was just another man our mother spread her legs open for!"

"No." She said softly "He wasn't."

"Yes he was!" I yelled.

Laila began to tell me of who my true father was. I was completely shocked, I didn't know how to comprehend what she was saying. I was getting more and more emotional drained when she finished. I didn't think my head not my heart could take anymore information.

"I was brought into this world by rape." I whispered.

Laila's eyes were watery with tear, she silently nodded.

"I need to be alone." I said after a few moments.

"Are you sure?" Laila didn't want to leave me by myself but I knew she wouldn't fight me.

"I'm sure." I nodded.

Soon as Laila left I locked the door behind her. I felt my nervous scatter in my back, going haywire. I ran to the bathroom and stared at myself. My eyes were as cold and dead as a rock. I felt as if I had no more reason to live. I began to cry and cry, sobbing deeply into my sweat shirt.

That's when I seen it. The hard silver that could end all my problems. I could escape the world around me. Leave all my sorrow to be crying on earth. I quickly snatched the razor from it's place. Busting the hard plastic into pieces. I picked up the cool silver blade.

In the mirror, my reflection was sickly overwhelming with sadness. Without another thought, I dug the razor into my wrist. Slashing the skin in every direction possible.

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