Keisha
I walked into my room and saw that there were two twin beds, two dressers, one closet and a window. This sure is luxury. I sat down on the bed turned around and shot the guys a dirty look.
"You can leave now! I’m not gonna go anywhere." I said annoyed. Red charged at me and grabbed me by my face.
"Listen bitch, you’re gonna talk to me with respect. Don’t think cause we didn’t really fuck your ass up or fuck the shit out of you you’re off the hook. You better get yourself in check real quick." he said. I moved my face out of his grips and folded my arms saying nothing.
"Do you understand me?" he said loudly, I narrowed my eyes and stared at him. He raised his hand to hit me again and I flinched on instinct.
"Yes!" I said with an attitude, he laughed and they left. I waited until I heard absolutely no footsteps or voices before I allowed myself to cry. I felt like shit. Why does this shit always happen to me? The fuck did I do.
Don’t think I’m some big hypocrite for crying and thinking all that. There’s a difference between crying in front of people and being vulnerable and crying alone and letting yourself be miserable for a little bit.
The door opened and I immediately stopped crying and wiped my sore face. I looked up and saw a girlwith black and red hair standing there.
"Oh…I- my fault. I aint know you were in here." she said pausing awkwardly.
"It’s fine. I’m guessing this is your room too?" I said to her. She was really pretty and had a body like mine too, except her ass was bigger.
"Yes unfortunately." she said rolling her eyes and sitting on her bed. "But it’s temporary once they see what kind of level your on after these two weeks you get your real housing"
"What you mean what level your on?" I asked her, she turned and stared at me.
"You don’t have any clue what this place is or what your doing here, do you?" she asked me. I shook my head no, she sighed and looked at me with pity.
"Sweetie, The Dollhouse is the biggest escort service in the city. Basically we’re paid to do whatever someone wants, then the money goes to Breezy. This training and shit is just to make sure you have some skills.." she said. I was stunned silent, unsure of how to respond.
"If your new, how do you know all of this?" I asked her.
"I’m not new I’ve been here a couple months I just been in trouble and haven’t been able to do training." she said shrugging.
"Shit that’s about to be me then I’m the only girl in my group who didn’t do anything Breezy said and tried to run." I said, she laughed.
"He’s real uptight right now because usually he doesn’t take in new girls. We have a small group of about 24 and each level has 6 girls. Recently 8 girls went missing, he told us they ran away. But really they were taken." she said.
"Taken by who?" I asked her.
"There are other escort services but there’s one in particular that is in competition with us. It’s run by this guy they call him Stacks. But thats why you all were brought here to take there places and Josie she was just returned." she said.
"Mhmm is there anything else I should know?" I asked her. She paused thinking.
"Oh yea there are 4 levels. The best level to be is 4 those are the top paid, most requested, Breezy’s best workers. But they’re all bitches, they live in his mansion with him and the guys. Worst level to be on is 1, where we are right now. This is it." she said gesturing to our room.
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Keisha's Song
Teen FictionA YOUNG GIRL NAMED NAKEISHA DOESN'T SEE HOW HER LIFE CAN GET ANY WORSE. WITH A DEAD BEAT DAD AND A FOOLISH MOTHER SHE'S PLACED INTO THE FOSTER CARE SYSTEM AT THE AGE OF 5. NOW 17, THE SYSTEM IS RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO PUT HER UNTIL SHE IS UNKNOWING...