Broken, BUT Healed

Chapter 6: Safe&Sound

I wake up, stretching. I slept good. I don't even recall screaming anytime during the night. SCORE ! I'm a boss. I look at the clock it says 3 pm. Damn, I slept a long time.

I get up stretching. "Ouch!" My legs are cramped. This couch is ugh. I limp to the kitchen. I walk to the refrigerator, but I get thrown off by a note on the fridge.

Had class today. I'll be back by 6. I left you a plate in the microwave. (:

-Kevin

His handwriting is so freaking beautiful. Around this time I'd be out and about on the streets. Shit, I need money. Maybe I should go to my corner a couple of hours.

Like, I have no problem living with Kevin, but I always been a independent girl since my parents were drug addicts.

After about 20 minutes of thinking, I make my final decision.

I'm gonna go just for a couple hours. Just 2, if no one comes I'll come back. Aye, don't judge me. It's my life I need this. I know I may seem stupid for going out again. I just feel like I HAVE to do it.

I take a long hot shower. After my shower I look through the clothes. I can't find anything that's sexy!

Church skirt after church dress. Argh!

Finally, I get an idea. I'm gonna cut the skirts shorter. And I don't really need a shirt. I can wear just my bra it'd give me a customer for sure!

I cut this black skirt. It was way too long. I mean, not even a church girl would wear this !

I change into the long black skirt, well mini skirt now. And I keep on my red and black bra. And put on my red shoes.

That's more like it ! I look at the clock and it says 5:30. Ooh I better get going before Kevin gets back.

I hurry up, heading out the door. I walk to corner. I sigh in relief when I finally get there.

Not too long when one black charger pull up. I feel my heart racing. I don't know why, but I feel kinda bad about this.

But, I guess.

I wave sweetly.

The average mid 30 year old looking man looks me up and down, while I stand there stiff as a pole.

"Hi sweetie, you're gonna hop in?"

I shiver at the word sweetie. My dad use to call me that when he tried to get me to do business for him. Not any kind of business. Dealing and getting drugs. As a little girl, some crackhead drug dealer would come to the door and I'd hand them the money and they'd give me the drugs when my father wasn't home.

"So... Are you getting in?"

Oh. I snap back to reality, and hop in the backseat.

This man is a reckless driver! As we swerve from left to right recklessly, I bounce to left to right.

I had 20 minutes of this, then we pulled up at this cheap motel.

Argh, I have such a bad headache. I slowly get out the car, nearly falling until the man catches me.

"What the hell, hoe?" He snaps. "You been drinking, cause you look awfully too young."

"Argh, what do you care?" I snap back. "You're paying this young girl to sleep with you." I snap back. Who does he think is? And Plus, it's not my fault you chose to drive like a drunk driver, old man."

This earned a slap across my face.

"OUCH!" I cry in pain as my eyes get watery.

I walk to the motel holding my face. I walk in and this place is creepy.