Let the Games Begin

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I ran to my room and quickly locked the door. I rest my back on it puffing. After a few seconds, I started to push the heavy cabinet on my door making sure my parents can't open it "Emerald Collins! Come down here and entertain our wonderful guest!" My mother yelled from down stairs "Come on hunny. He'll give me and your mom lots of money!" I heard my dad tell me from outside my room. "Grr... Fine! I'll give you 5% of the money, just get out of there and entertain the man!" he yelled getting impatient. "No! Why the hell do you make me do those disgusting things?! I'm your child!" I yelled.

My parents don't love me. All they love is their f**king money! We're not poor nor rich. They both have jobs that I don't know what. But they're just not satisfied with their money so they make me 'entertain' their guests. They don't even care if they rape me. Everytime I say 'No' they curse at me or hit me until I agree.

My parents always gamble. They never cared about me. All they cared about was themselves and their precious money.

They started to make me 'entertain' their guest when I was 15. They tricked me to be alone with this guy in his early twenties. They told me to 'entertain' him. And when they said 'entertain' I tought that it was talking to the guy. Not let him touch me, not letting him rape me. But I was f*cking wrong. They locked the door from outside and left the two of us in the room. I was on a chair near the bed and he was on the bed. At first, we were just having a friendly chat, then he started to touch my hands, then it escalated to him pinning me on the bed. No, it wasn't my first time. My first time was months before that night. It was the worst night ever. That night was also the night that I went to a friends party and saw my boyfriend having sex with my best friend.

There's no "Love" and "Trust" in my dictionary, not anymore. It's the worst thing in the world.

" N-no! It's fine! She'll be down here for a few-. Hey! Wait!" I heard mom yell then I heard a door close. Guess the guy left. " Emerald, open the door!" dad yelled " Hah! make me!" Ugh, I am so dead. After that I heard mom stomp to the door of my room "Emerald Collins! No food for you for three days!" uuuhh, Now I'm sure to die! I looked inside my wallet. Hmmm, good for maybe 2 days " Ugh! Why are you so useless?! The only good thing about you is your face and body!" she told me while I heard some things breaking from downstairs. I'm guessing dad's real pissed.

I took a deep breath trying to stop my eyes from stinging. My mother's words hurts. I'm their kid! How can they do this to me?! How can they easily say those words to me?!

I felt the tears roll down my pale skin from my light blue eyes. I lay on my bed and closed my eyes trying to stop the tears from flowing, but I kept on seeing the awful scenes and hearing those words that hurts too much.