Masked Emotions (ONE DIRECTION FANFIC)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I waited in the bathroom till the water got hot enough. Once it was to my liking temperature i stepped in. Immediately i could fell my muscles relaxing because of the steaming hot water. All the tension from the nightmare started to fade away. Ive had this nightmare every night since Father left us but I've been having it more frequently lately. I think its because today is the day i finally go up for sale.

Im nervous. I mean I haven't lost my virginity yet. Does this hurt, will he hurt me, will i get enough pay to provide for mum? All of these questions are coming to me in such a rush im beginning to feel dizzy. I have to grip onto the hand rail to keep me from falling. My mum, my poor mum. She had to take care of me all on her own. But now its my turn to take care of her.

A knock on the door thankfully interrupted my thoughts. "Emily, my little princess, are you in there?" My mothers sweet voice called. "Yes mother, ill be out in a second." I responded. I didn't want to keep her waiting so i quickly got out of the shower, dried myself off, and got dresses.

When i stepped out of the bathroom i found my mother sitting at the edge of my bed. When she heard me she looked up and smiled. My mother was beautiful she had well kept caramel hair with the prettiest hazel eyes. I didn't find it hard to believe that all the men wanted to sleep with her. "Look at you." my mother said getting teary eyed. "You are all grown up." I knew this was going to happen. Of course my mother was going to get all sentimental an me. "Stop it mum before you make me cry." I didn't want to cry. If its one thing I've learned is that if you don't have emotions towards people they cant hurt you. In this society and especially with my job you cant let people in. You have to keep your walls high and make sure no one can tear them down.

After my mother was finished giving me some wise words of advice i went downstairs where i will be transformed into a plastic. I like to call all the girls here plastics. They cake on so much makeup that you cant even see their real features. Hence the name "plastics".

"Alright girls it is time for you to get dressed, get your makeup on, and take your places on the platform." director Gloria said. She was a plump lady and not very friendly. I groaned while the other girls put on their best smiles and walked to the shared wardrobe. I was given a red bra with black lace and a matching thong. I also have to wear 6" red pumps. Im not happy, i look hideous.

I've never been comfortable in my own skin. Im not pretty and Im not skinny. My mother would beg to differ but well she's my mother she is supposed to say those things. I applied a little bit of makeup. Hopefully my hideous face will drive away a those men.

"Alright, girls places!" Gloria said. We all rushed to the wings of the platform. All of us girls had to get into a line from oldest (25) to youngest (14). We always start off with the older girls. After one by one the girls either enter the rooms where we "work our magic" or we get sent back to the prep room until lunch time and we do it all over again.

Ok now its 16 age division to come on stage. I take slow wobbly steps onto the stage trying not to trip on the girl in front of me. 'Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me. Please don't pick me!' I think to myself. "Ill take her" i hear a guy shout. I look around the stage to see who the girl that he picked is when all of a sudden i get yanked off stage by my wrist and I'm being dragged into the rooms.