Escape From My Prison

Not again

It was the next morning and my mother was back with a few hickies on her neck, her makeup was smeared, and she reeked of alcohol.

"Tyler! Ima shower and were gana get going to find a cheap apartment. I think well stay on the other side of town this time" she yelled still drunk

A few hours later we were off looking for a new temporary home. All the apartments around here were to expensive for my mom.

"1,700 for that piece of shit!"

She was refuring to a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom with balcony apartment

It took us 3 days to find a place she thought was cheap. Thankfully we were able to crash at tylers.

My mother had settled for a room an old lady was renting out since she lived alone.

We would pay 400 a month for the room and bills combined. The room was the size of my room plus half the living room of our crappy apartment we had left. And there was already a bed with sheets on it and a big dresser and a tv. This was actually the nicest place we had ever stayed at that i can remember.

2 weeks had past and my mother had already put me up for auction. Days turned to weeks and it had been 2 months now. Still no buyer.

I was amazed how well my mom had our land lord fooled little mrs. Palmer had no clue of anything. Even more surprising how my mom was able to hide how drunk and tweaked out she was around her.

Here mrs. Palmer had a laptop she rarely used so she wouldnt mind if i used it aslong as i put it back after. So i would spend sometime on the internet mostly on youtube. I would watch bryan stars videos, they would always make me laugh. Watching all the bands he interviewed was awesome made me wish i could have gone to an actual concert.

Another 3 weeks had past and no one had bought me yet or even tried making a deal. This wasn't good.

"You're such an ugly useless piece of shit!!" She yelled at me

She was blaming me for not beeing attractive in the buyers eye. How is that my fault...

"If your not sold soon im looking for deadbeats at the bar to rent you."

I froze and felt my skin go pale. My finger tips felt cold and i couldnt breath. She had only done this once before, i was 11 and at that time i was only sold twice for drugs. She had used up all of them and had no money to buy more so she rented me to men she would find at bars. That night i was raped 3 times by three diffrent men. Each payed 200 dollars for an hour with me.

I could remember how one beat me for trying to get away and another tied my arms to the bed with his belt. At the end of the night when the last one was finished the only thing i could think of was the first time she sold me. She said "i won't let them hurt you, i promise". Me an eleven year old crying in pain left on a bed was heart broken and from that day on i didnt feel like a daughter. I was just profite in her eyes.

I ran and locked myself in the bathroom. I sat on the floor curled up in a ball never in the years of being in this horrible situation had i hoped to be sold to who ever wanted me.

Couple days past and it seemed like my prayers had been answered,

"Hennessey! Youve been bought!! This guy Frank bought you for 50,000!! Im delivering you tonight."

50,000 must be a business type of guy

I was right. We were parked in the middle of nowhere and a black ford truck was parked a few feet away from us. My mom checked the glove compartment to make sure my gun was there. I had only used it once when a deal went south.