Street Lights

Chapter 1

   Disclaimer: THERE IS GOING TO BE CUSING AND VIOLENCE IN THIS STORY. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THEN DO NOT READ. Thank you.

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   "So you're a prostitute?" The man asked with concern in his eyes.

   The small woman released a disappointed sigh after a few minutes of awkward silence. Gathered her things and motioned for the waiter. 

   "We would like the check, please." She said with a twinge of sadness. 

   "Ok! Is this together or separate?" He asked in an overly cheerful voice.

   "Together."

   She turned back to the male who still remained shocked, "I'll get the check. Eat if you want."

   Adjusting her hair, she rose with grace and laid the amount on the table. She thought that this date was going to be different. It started out amazing. They laughed, had things in common, and had the same love for travel. How the conversation turned toward careers is beyond her. But her date's reaction did not surprise her at all. She had grown use to the shock and borderline disgust that drape across their faces. Of course she could have lied but she found out that even the smallest of lies could have the greatest of consequences.

   Her past was not difficult. She had the traditional American family. The loving mother and father, the 2.5 kids where the 0.5 is the family pet, and the cookie cutter house at the end of the of the cul-de-sac. Her life was comfortable, safe, and predictable. This predictability is what led her to wonder off of the hiking trill while her family was fascinated by a tree. She remained in the wilderness for a month before she stumble back to civilization. Her first stop was a corner store. While digging in her shorts for the five dollars, the cashier stated, "You look like that missing girl from the news."

   "I-I do?" She stuttered. 

   The brief thought of returning to her safe life. But her thirst for adventure drove her to say, "I don't see it", when she was shown a picture of herself. 

   The cashier shrugged, "You teenagers all look the same to me. Here is your change. Have a good day!"

   Before she could exit the store the cashier spoke again, "Hey. What's your name, kid? You looked like you've been to hell and back."

   Without thinking she blurted, "Baby Doll. I-I was mugged and h-have no place to g-go." 

   She added a few tears to make it seem believable. Which worked due to the look of pity the man gave her. He took her in and treated her like one of his own. Her life was good until one day a stunning woman around her age walked up to her while she was on a break from work and made her an offer she couldn't refuse. This decision made her life spiral in to one of ultimate satisfaction, excitement, and the feel of being alive. She worked her way up and became the best which landed her to work with and hang the mother of the brothel. But while her life was rewarding physically, she longed for the pure emotional connection from someone she truly loved and vise versa. 

   Looking up to the stars on her walk back to the brothel she wished for them to send her want she longed for. As she made her way up to her room, she was stopped by the mother. "Good evening, Madame Grace."

  "Ahh, my Jesna. Come. I want you to accompany me to a meeting." She says with a kind smile.

   "Of course." She turned and walked with Grace and talked about her date as they made their way to the meeting.