Sex Traffic

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"Michael I can't do this anymore" I said to him

"You can't do what?" He asked

"This whole relationship, I just can't" I said going to pack my bags

"You not leaving me" he said grabbing my arm and pushing me.

I fell to the ground. I laid there for a second before I got up and looked at him. I looked at this man with disgust. When I first met him he was a gentleman, dressed nice, had nice car, nice job. As time went on he lost his job and started selling dope which I was fine with it because he was bringing in money. Then the nigga lost all of that and started sniffing dope. And that makes the nigga hallucinate which then he takes all of his anger out on me. I'm sick of this shit

"Look Michael I'm leaving whether you like it or not." I said grabbing my shit

"We'll go BITCH, GET THE FUCK OUT YOU DIRTY HOE" he said laughing

I packed all my shit and took it out to my car. I grabbed my keys, phone, purse, & charger and walked out the door to my car.

Okay I know that was a lot and I never got a chance to tell you a little bit about myself, well hmmmmm🤔 where do I start? Okay well I'm 5'5, my name is Jazmine but everyone calls me jazzy. I did stay with my boyfriend but I have hella money saved up that I was hiding from him so I could get out of there and I wouldn't be living on the streets. My mother died when I was 10. Well that's what my father told me, but I don't believe she is really dead. When I was 14 my dad got into an argument with his fiancé and she told him he had to chose over myself and her on who he wanted to stick around with him and the other had to get out. Well since I'm not living there that means he picked her over me and I was ONLY 14. I was living on the streets until Michael decide to let me move in with him. I'm now 19 and haven't spoken to my father since then. I have no family so I'm
Basically on my own. And that's basically my life trying to survive on my own without any type of backbone or support. IM SELF MADE