What My Life Will Become

Chapter Two

I woke up in a bed, a bed out of all things. I hadn't touched a bed in probably two years, let alone slept in one. I tried to stand only realizing that my hands and feet were cuffed to the bed. I sighed and relaxed back into the fabric of the bed. I didn't dare fall back to sleep, I was scared of what could happen. To many things had happened to me in the beginning of my 'career' in sex trafficking. Lets just say you don't fall asleep on the job. Ever.

I hear a lock click and see the door slowly start to open. I shut my eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep. I hear the door shut and somebody moving closer. I try to remain calm, but end up failing. You'd think after two years I'd know how to control my fear. He seemed to notice my change in breathing.

"I know you're awake Lilja." He said

I opened my eyes and glared at him. Seeing my glare he rolled his eyes. I open my eyes to see that he had toast.

"What does that have some sedation thing on it? Been there done that, won't fall for it again." I say eyeing the toast.

"The toast isn't drugged. I may be a trafficker, but I refuse to stoop to that low." He said, a twinkle in his eye. He thought this was funny, fabulous.

"This isn't funny asshole. Do you understand what I've gone through! I've been in this fucking system for two years and you have the audacity to make jokes about it! Go take your fucking toast and get out of wherever I am!" I screamed at him. I realized then that I had been holding this in for years. My new trafficker raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm going to leave, but I am going to leave the toast. I'll uncuff one of your hands so if you want to eat you can. Okay?" He slowly put the toast on the table that was next to my bed. He pulled a key out of his back pocket and unlocked the handcuff on my right hand. He exited the room, leaving me to my own thoughts. I looked over at the toast.

'What do I have to lose?' I thought. I reach my hand over to grab the toast, which happens to be out of reach, barley. Just my luck, but that's what I should've expected. Luck hasn't been on my side for two years. I dropped my hand away from the toast, giving up on reaching it. I layed in my bed staring up at the ceiling, my hand dangling at the side of my bed. I closed my eyes waiting for sleep to overcome me. When it finally did I dreamt of my past.

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About 2 years earlier

I laughed along with my friends as we sat waiting to get lunch. Our laughing stopped when we were called to go get our lunches.

"Whats for lunch today?" I asked my friend Stella, with a smile on my face.

"I think it's sloppy joe's." She glanced at me and took notice of my pouting face. "Sorry Lilja, I know you hate sloppy joe's. Maybe you should start packing home lunches." She said in a teasing tone. I glared at her, and playfully elbowing her ribs.

"Stella, you really think me Lilja Conners has enough energy in the morning a pack a lunch?" I joked. Stella merely rolled her eyes, and walked ahead of me so she could get in the line first. As we waited in line I took notice again on how beautiful Stella was. She had long black hair, blue eyes, and dark skin.

"Snap out of it Lilja! You can't feel this way. She's your bestfriend." I thought. Shaking my head to rid myself of those thoughts I continue standing in line, waiting for the horrible food to be served.

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Once lunch was over I said goodbye to my friends and went to my last class of the day; French. I was terrible at French, but it was to late to drop out of the class now. I was in eighth grade, Couldn't drop out of it now. I arrived in my french class and sat down in my assigned seat. The bell went off as the rest of my class filled in.

"Bonjour classe!" My French teacher said, with way too much enthusiasm.

"Bonjour Monsieur Beenet" The class responded. We were way less enthusiastic saying our response then Mr. Beenet was about saying his introduction. Mr. Beenet was about to say his next phrase when the phone went off. Mr. Beenet walked over to the phone and slowly picked it up and putting it to his ear.     

"Madame Conners it appears that someone is here to pick you up." He said. I slowly got up from my chair and grabbed my binder and books. My class stared at me as I exited the classroom.                

"I didn't know anyone was picking me up today" I thought as I walked down the silent halls to my locker. When I get to my locker I slowly unlock it, thinking about all the bad things that could've happened for me to be pulled out of school early. I unlock my locker and put my stuff in my bag. I zip up my bag once I'm sure everything's in it, and begin walking to the foyer.

I walk into the foyer expecting to see my mother or father, but neither of them is there. Nobody is in the foyer. I assume they're waiting for me in the car, so I walk out the doors of my school. I don't recognize any of the cars outside. I slowly walk down the steps of my school glancing around for my parents car.

"Where could they be?" I ask myself. I look around again only to see three men get out of a car. I assume that they're janitors or something arriving to their shift, so I pay them no attention. It's only when they surround me that I realize what's happening, but I'm too late. Something hits me in the back of the head, I see the sky before everything goes black.

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Present

I woke up covered in sweat, my breathing heavy, and my sheets tangled around my feet. I lay down thinking about my dream, well more of a memory. That was the day my life as the innocent 14 year old ended. The last day before I was forced into the sex trafficking system. I was brought out of my thoughts by my door being opened. I watched as my trafficker slowly stepped into my room shutting the door behind him.

"Have you eaten the toast?" He asks.

"I would've if the fucking table would've been in reach, asshole." I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh.." Was all he said before picking up the toast and handing it to me. I nodded my head in a silent thanks and began eating my- now cold -toast. He stood by my bed watching me eat, which I found a little creepy.

"What, do you have some weird fetish about watching people eat or something?" I asked after a moment. "Because if all I need to do to 'please my master' then that'll make my life a whole lot easier." He looked at me startled.

"Why is everything about sex with you?" He asked coldly.

"Hm.. let's see.. Maybe because I was forced into the sex trafficking business against my will?" I stated sarcastically. He looked away, embarrassed.

"Is there anything I could get you?" He asked after clearing his throat.

"A name would be nice."

"My names Kael." He said his tone clipped.

"Okay Master Kael" I purred. He quickly left the room with a blush on his cheeks.