(Toni's Pov)
*Street Life*
Back to present...
I've been living on the streets now for four months, cold and starving. Some people would give me money out of pity and others will look down at me with disgust. Damn judgmental rich people. When I ran away I ended up in the rich part of town. I'm guessing Wayne hasn't reported me missing to the police yet because no one has recognized me when I'm walking down the street looking for food. Night time rolls around and it's getting darker outside to the point that the full moon is the only source of light. I turn the corner of the Chinese restaurant to find the dirty mattress behind the dumpster I now call home. While laying on the mattress about to go to sleep I heard a noise. Maybe it's a rat. I lay my head back on the mattress and held my locket with my mama's picture in it in my hands, praying it was just a rat but the next noise assured me that it wasn't.
" Look at what we got here boys." A drunken voice slurred.
" Looks like we got a little girl with nowhere to go." A second voice said that also sounded drunk.
By that time I was up and alert watching them circle around me like a bunch of hungry predators that just found it's prey, which unluckily was me.
" L-l-leave m-m-me alone." I stuttered.
" Or else what, little girl?" The third person asked with sick smirk on his face.
" Or else I'll call the police." I bluffed.
" Ha, looks like your homeless to me so that means you are to broke to even afford a cell phone let alone to make a call at a pay phone."
One of the men grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up against him. I could smell the whiskey on his breath. The familiarity of the scent reminded me of the time my step-dad, I mean Wayne, was drinking whiskey while sitting at the dinner table watching me make his dinner. I served it to him hot out of the frying pan and onto his plate. He took the whiskey bottle from his lips, took one look at the food, looked back up at me and broke the whiskey bottle across my face. I blacked out right after that but before the darkness fully took me I heard him say to my motionless body- " It's too cold, you useless b*tch. " What? He didn't even taste it and I served it to him out of the hot sizzling pan. Once I woke up he made me clean up my blood and the whiskey off the floor, go to the store and by him another whiskey with the fake I.D. he got me just for this purpose, and make him another dinner which he didn't eat. I spent the rest of that night picking the glass out of my face and head and cleaning the open wounds luckily none of them was deep enough so I didn't have to get any stitches. I still have some scars but the only one that is visible is the one on my jaw the rest is on my head and is covered by my hair. Feeling harsh blows being pounded onto my face made me snap out of the past and into the present.
" Hello, Hello, HELLO!" The guy pulling my hair screamed into my face while punching it blooded. I groaned in pain.
" Oh now she decides to join the party again. We lost you for a while there girly." The guy that first announce their presence earlier said. " Now hand her over here." He added looking at me with lust fill bloodshot eyes. The guy holding my hair released me into the other man's arms while the third guy watch through the lenses of a video camera.
{When did that get here?}
" I'm going to have so much fun with you." He slurred while pushing me down on the mattress. He unbutton his pants and climbed on top of me. The camera man came closer to get a better view. The guy's face came closer to mine to give me a kiss on the lips. I turn my head so he ended up kissing my cheek instead. He grabs my face and turns it back to him and plants a wet slimy kiss on my closed mouth. With his lips he tries to force my lips open, I gave in and open my mouth then I bit his tongue as hard as I can to the point where his mouth filled up with red liquid, blood.
