Too Young

Twenty-Eight

I havnt spoken to Andrew in a year.

*flashback*

…I was laying on the floor of my room…soo eager to sniff another line of cocaine, but I had to quit cold turkey. I didnt like what my life was turning into. All i thought about was getting high in apartment number twenty-eight in New York City.

"ALEXANDRA!" my boss yelled.

"What Paul?" i rolled my eyes. Hes such a perv.

"You need to go to private room #28 someone is in there for you. Dance give them head, lap dance or whatever. Looks like he got alot of money. So go flaunt this kitten" he grabbed my pussy infront of everybody. I smacked him and walked down the long hallway.

When i got to the room I walked straight in and went straight to the pole. I was done being touched for the night. I was dancing, mostly using this time to.practice tricks.

"I want… a lap dance." said a mysterious voice. He had on a nice suit and i have glitter and sweat all over me.

"um"

"come on" he said more stern.

He was white and sooo sexy. He had a British accent that was amazingg.

i started to dance on him.

"Name?"

"Ally"

"Name??"

"…Alex"

"NAME???" he said louder.

"ALEXANDRA"

"what a lovely name, Im Tristen"

"hey"

"I'll pay you any price to come back to New York with me, right now"

"right now? what about school? what about my mom? im only 16"

"if you cared about all that you wouldnt be stripping. now, lets go"

we got up and walked to the top of the building, on the roof. There was a helicopter. We got in and flew to New York and we was there shortly. We got out the helicopter and went down into this nasty building that had prostitutes garbbing my ass titties and vagina as i walked past. Tristen just looked straight ahead. Nobody came near him

"Here we are, room twenty-eight."

We walked in and it was soo weird

There was one couch, and a lamp plugged and dragged to the center of the floor, one night stand and no curtains on the windows. He walked slowly to the stereo and turned on some music. I love Abel.

"mm nice choice. very sexy though."

"ha yes, i love this guy. his music defines my life perfectly." he stared at me with a blank expression. What a unsual life he had then.

"go clean up, come back in only panties."

I did what i was told and came back in only panties. I walked slowly and sexy but he wasnt even looking at me, he was playing with white stuff on the stand.

"come now. imma teach you how to live"

That night i did cocaine. Numerous of times and it felt soo good to be that high. We had sex on the glass window, wall, dresser, bathroom, everywhere.

He started coming to get me every Friday and returning me straight to school every monday morning. This messed up my stripping job but I mean me and Paul was satisfied, he was paying enough me that if we ran out of toliet paper we could use $100 bills.

I didnt know nothing about the building he would take me to. Where in New York City it was. Where it was next to. The adress. I just knew the room number. Twenty-Eight.

I started acting weird. He said i couldnt handle the cocaine. I told him I could and i do it cause i love him. i really did. He was just soo addicting. Worse than the drug. When i said love he charged at me and held me against the wall and kissed me.

"I love you too. Which is why we cant continue this. You cant handle the cocaine either. I dont want you to protest, cause im not coming to get you no more. Heres a baggy off the stupid drug. This is the last of it you will use. Understand?"

"yes"

"forget me"

"i wont. i cant"

"try."

Laying here, with Twenty-Eight by The Weeknd on repeat has me confused. Lost.

*end of flashback*