Loving You

Prologue

Dedication: @SatanAssasin

I open my eyes, trying to adjust them to the morning light. I look at my right. Yet another one of the many men, the age of my father, I am forced to sleep with has left before I wake up. All of them get up and leave early in hope that no one sees them in the day light getting out of this shameful place. I sigh glad to know that he has left. I look down at my naked body. Memories from last night come rushing back.

"Whores like you are not meant to be loved. You disgust me." He says. 'Then why are you here?' I want to ask. But, I don't utter a single word, knowing that the gypsies won't be happy if I say something. I close my eyes as he spits into my mouth, kissing me at the same time. His lips harshly grasp mine. I feel a stinging sensation on my left cheek. I kiss him back, hard, in order to stop myself from crying. He slaps me again.
He starts to slide his hands inside my shirt. I open my eyes to see his lust-filled ones staring at me. "I hate you, slut! You deserve more misery." He says, his voice stern, as he rips off my silky shirt which wasn't doing a great job covering my body. I bite my lip to muffle a cry as his dirt filled nails dig into my breasts.
His alcoholic breath fans my face as he says: "Give it to me tonight and I shall never see your face ever again" He says that every single time.

I feel cheap. I can still feel his lust-filled eyes roaming on my body. I feel disgusted with myself. Without a second thought, I run to the wash room.
I start putting water on my body, trying to free myself from his touch. I start rubbing my body harshly. I don't want his scent, or his sweat on me. I keep rubbing myself until my skin turns red. He really did leave scars on my body. I did not realize that I was crying until I taste the salty water on my lips.
I start putting shampoo in my hair. The same shampoo mom used to have. My heart clenches at the thought of her. I close my eyes as I continue to rub the shampoo on my hair, trying to get away from the feeling of his old, filthy fingers in my hair.
I close the tap, once I am done. I still don't feel any better.
I look into the mirror.
"Slut!"
I look away. I don't like to look in the mirror. It makes me hate myself even more. I rush to the closet. I choose to wear a white T- shirt with my favorite pair of light blue jeans. I cover the scars by putting on a purple shrug. I grab my bag from my cupboard and rush downstairs, not bothering with break fast.
"Rose!" I hear the gypsy call for me. I turn around to look at her. "Where are you going?" She glares at me.
"I just wanted to see Cassie." I tell her.
"Why?"
"Do I need somebody's permission to see my 2 year old daughter?" I narrow my eyes at her.
"Don't you dare use that tone with me!" I stare into her eyes, showing no fear. I have to stand up for my daughter. "Or what?" I challenge.
"I will kill you!"
I know she means it. If a prostitute disobeys her, she gets killed. The gypsies don't fuck around with this business. "I just wish to see my daughter." I say, my voice came out softer this time.
"Not until you have breakfast. You must be healthy."
"Healthy?" I scoff. "You should see the scars he left."
"I see! Jonathan again. I am not letting that bastard near my girls again." She looks at me with pity. I just want to strangle the bitch and claw her eyes out. "Poor you! Have you applied the gel I gave you?"
"Yes." I lie.
"Good. It will heal. Have breakfast. Then, you can see Cassie."
I see her walk out of the room. "You can eat my plate." I say to the new intersex servant. The brothel shows no respect to them. One of the many reasons I hate this place. He looks young. I wish fate treats the poor soul right. He grins happily, showing his dimples. "Thank you.", he says looking at me.
"For how long have you not eaten?", I ask him.
"It's been 2 days." He frowns. I sigh. Not anything new around here.
I shake my head and walk to Cassie's room. She is still sleeping. I look at her cute little face sleeping peacefully. I take her tiny hand in mine. I lean forwards and kiss her forehead softly. Unconsciously, she clasps her soft fingers around mine firmly. I pull away. I am not allowed to spend much time with her.
"You are here." I hear the gypsy. Can't she leave me alone?
"You have two days off, you know?"
"Of course." After every two months, I get a two days leave. This is the only break I have, other than those, when I am on my period. I am not too excited for this mini 'holiday'. I know she will still make me work.
"Hmm. Now Rose. I say you start spending more time with Cassie. She looks like you. Really pretty. I know she will bring me loads of money. I had promised your mother that I will let you go to school. The deal is the same with you. Train her well and I will send her to school."  She is only 2, you bitch.
She takes a pause. "It's time that you leave. You are Victoria now. I like Rose better." Because she makes you money.
I have to leave Cassie here. The gypsies think that it is 'safer' this way. Rubbish! I know they want me to leave her here so that I don't run away.
"The patron is waiting." She says as she leaves the room.
I look at Cassie's innocent face again. I begin to walk outside with the gypsy's words replaying in my mind.
"Ready?" The patron, who is my escort to school, asks. I nod in response. He keeps his distance as he walks behind me. He makes sure nobody notices that he is with me. He goes with every prostitute who has to leave the house to go to the town or something, so that they don't run away.

Honestly, I never thought anyone can possibly have a life crappier than mine. But the patron beats me to it. Following young girls around like a creep around the city doesn't seem so amusing. I know he hates his job. Wonder why he can't just quit already. If it weren't for him, I would have already run away with Cassie. I can still do that. I don't know how, yet. But I know this:
I will give Cassie the childhood she deserves. I will take her and run away from this place that is supposedly my 'home'. To me, it is more like a prison. I will free myself. For my daughter.

DUN!DUN!DUN!
The prologue for you guys! I thought it would be nice to show her life as a prostitute beforehand so that you guys can understand it easily in the future. I really hope that you guys enjoyed reading this. If you did, please vote and comment. It motivates me to write more.
Also, this is dedicated to @SatanAssasin for writing the first comment on the synopsis. It is because of her that I started to write so early. This was supposed to be up on Sunday. But look! Here it is on Tuesday.
See how motivational your comments are?
Anyways, I will see you guys soon (hopefully).
Bye!!