Rough

Part 8

-Abigal pov-

The next morning I woke up around 11:00 and I went over to my sister room. I found her laying down on the bed lifeless next to a man. A very old man. Several bags of marijuana around the bed. The room smelled so horrible I couldn't bare. I had put my shirt over my nose as I began to clean the room. I sprayed some lemon smelling spray.

"What are you doing?" My sister asked sitting herself up on the bed.

"Who is that?" I asked.

"Money."

"Well do you have any clothes I can wear?"

"Well you probably won't like it." She said putting on a long white shirt.

"Come in here." Danny said.

I followed her back to the back room and 10 suitcases filled with lingerie. It looked like a Victoria secret store. The aroma was so sweet and relaxing. Compare to the rest of the room this is Paradise.

"Now look I will not encourage you to be like me. So you will stay in here okay."

"What if I want to be like you?"

"Abigal listen to me you don't want to trust me. I'm still try-

Before Danny could finish her sentence the old man that was on the couch came in the room and said " oh my is this a new one?"

"No she is just my little sister."

"Oh really? Well does ant know?"

"Know that she is my sister? No."

"Well maybe he should find out."

"Don't fucking tell him." Danny said.

"I won't tell if little miss sexy over there do something." The man said.

"Do what?" I said.

"Head." That word was bouncing in my head repeatedly.

"I'm not giving you anything."

"Okay well let me call ant."

"No she will do it." Danny said.

I rolled my eyes over to her. Her body was shaking. I can sense that she is scared. I don't know to much about pimps or anything form of this. But what ever a pimp is damn sure has some power over my sister.

"I don't know how to Do it."

My sister just sat down and the old man grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. His old pale wrinkling skin was bare. He rolled down his pants just seeing his old white hair. At this point I wanted to throw up and just run out. I rather deal with the sorrow and the arguments at my house.

"Come on just start licking it."

As I was on my knees I looked up at him and then turned my head to look at the mirror I seen a different side of me. A side that I really don't want to be.

I rolled out my tongue keeping my eyes on his rod as I began to let my tongue glide around his rod. I placed some of it in my mouth. His wrinkly hands were around my head and he started to bob my head back and forth, and back and forth.

"Aw just get off me." He said.

I got up and ran into the room with my sister. Her head was down and when she looked up at me, her face was soaked in tears, her mascara was all on her face and hands.

"Give her, her money." Danny said.

He threw a 20 dollar bill at me and shooked his head. I grabbed the 20 dollars and placed it in my bra. The man left the room and me and Danny remained in the room.

"Well that wasn't fun." I said.

"It's never fun."

"I see. But does this make me a- -"

"Yes. He probably will tell ant."

"Who is ant."

"Ant is short for Anthony. He is my um. . . . pimp."

"Our pimp." I said with a smile on my face. Despite what has happened to me I'm glad I have my sister with me. I can't leave her.

"Yea our pimp."