Escape From My Prison

They found me

"We have the house surrounded. Let the girl out first then walk out with your hands in the air" said a cop through the radio speakers

This happened so often the only thing i had to worry about was how soon this guy would want to do anything to me.

"Get up bitch, were leaving!"

"You won't get away... they never do"

He grabed me by the hair to stand up

"Ahh! Ouch!! IT HURTS!" I screamed but he didn't care.

He let go of my hair only to stuff his money and bags of cocaine into a duffle bag. He grabbed his gun and made sure it was loaded.

"Come on!" He yanked my arm

"we're getting the fuck out of here"

"Just let me go they might go easy on you"

"Shut the fuck up!! I traded 5,000 dollars worth of drugs for you and i have enough cocaine to send me back to prison for another 15 years. Little brat"

My mom was a druggie who would sell me to pedophiles. The price she put on me was a desent amount of drugs of all kinds to last her at least 2 weeks or cash, which depending on the buyer,could go from 10,000 to 50,000. Usually the ones who would pay in drugs were listed pedophiles who had been drug dealing for years. Your typical old, nasty, dirty, creepy 45 year olds looking 70. The ones who payed cash were usually under ground pedos. Company owner who had fancy cars, big houses nice family but held their dark secret of wanting to fuck minors. Im 16 now almost 17.

My parents split up when my mom was 3 months pregnant. My dad couldn't handle her drug use and how she wouldn't give them up during her pregnancy. He asumed i wouldn't have made it past my moms second trimester, but surprise, a strong healthy baby girl named Hennessy like the brand... yeah other than being a druggie my mother can be a bit of an alcoholic. She didn't sell me untill i was 10. Although she came up with this "brilliant" plan to sell me, follow the buyer, then drop the cops on them the next day saying they kidnaped me. The men would always scream "SHE SOLD HER TO ME!!" but come on... who would believe them. Besides even if they did believe them there was no way to trace it back to her. She would always hide the drugs away from where we live and the money was cash. Most of the time the men would take their time, make me feel comfortable with them and plan on raping me by the 4th day. But some were... impatient. My mom dragged me into this and not having anywhere to go i couldn't leave. Almost 7 years of this and i couldn't take it much longer.

"This is your last chance" i heard the cops again

"Jump out" he pointed to a window. I didn't fight him, i knew he was going to get cought.

He jumped out after me, grabbed my arm again and lead me through the small dark alley.

"All units to the far east alley i see him!!"

We ran, the man still pulling me droping garbage cans and pulling old grocery carts in the way to slow down the cops.

We got to the end of the alley but to our left were the cops running to my rescue. We went the other way and foumd ourselfs in a packed parking lot. Zigzaging our way through the cars a k-9 cought up to us. The dog bit my buyes caft. I was able to escape and i hid under a van. I could see through under the cars how the cops caught him, hand cuffed him and took the duffle bag. The k-9 had found me and barked to signal the cops. This was my cue. I began to cry balling my eyes out making it seem like i was scared.

"Come on sweetheart" an officer held his hand out to me. I took it and crawled out

"Im officer Stewart, were taking you back to your mom"