Hide My Love

Losing Control

"I ran out..I ran out," my mother gasped as she fell to the floor.

Last time this occurred, she had a mental breakdown, then came home the next day with cocaine to last her a month.

    "I'm sure your fine. You'll find a way to pay for this," I snark, leaning up against the railing of the stairway.

    "Athena, what if I don't get it? It will be all of your fault for being a fucking failure and it would be a shame that you had to become Chicago's biggest slut."

    "You made me feel like I had no other option than to do this shit. Don't play the fucking victim." I start to head for the door, but feel a strong grip on my forearm that I shake off.

As I make my way down the street, a car pulls up beside me and rolls down the window. A regular. I seductively lean into the door, opening my dough eyes.

    "What can I help you with hunny," I cite, batting my eyelashes.

    "You know exactly what I want Athena," the voice rasps. "Get in the car."

I glide into the passenger seat and close the door behind me. The drive is quite and long. Nothing new, nevertheless, it could be more awkward. Many men have brought up their wives and/or significant others. Alex was one of those men, automatically stating he had a wife but still wanted my services. I quickly snap out of my train of thought when we stop at his house.

"Well, lets go. I'm not opening no god-damn door for you," he turns the car off and slams the door.

We head inside and he leads me upstairs to his bedroom. Once inside, I hear the door shut and footsteps come near me. I desperately want my eyes to adjust to the darkness but soon feel rough hands push me onto a firm mattress, and pull my dress off in one rip.

"Can we turn on the lights please," begging for any way for me to identify this person.

"One light, and that's it." The mystery man turns and flicks on the nightside lamp.

He wears grey hairs spread throughout his black hair and his beard is splotchy, yet attractive. Eyes harsh, but lovely. He then pulls me up and pushes me in front of his hard shaft. I spit on my hand and slowly rub him while maintaining eye contact.

"Enough bullshit, suck," he demands, forcing me to take all of him into my small mouth. Controlling the tempo with his strong hands, I struggle to get a breath. He pulls out temporarily for me to stroke him once more, but at a must faster pace. However, he pushes my hand off and pulls me up onto his bed, forcing me onto my back.

Forcing himself into me, thrusting harshly into me. I scream out in pain and he puts a hand over my mouth, then slides that same hand over my neck, choking me. As the tempo quickens, I cry out in pain, receiving a punch in the eye.

"Shut the fuck...fuck...up stupid...agh...cunt," he moans out. I try to hold back my tears but receive another punch, this time to my nose. I can taste the sour blood dripping down to my lips and dropping down my cheek alongside my tears.

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Afterwards, he throws me my dress and gives me two-hundred. Weirdly, he leans in, causing me to flinch, and kisses my forehead softly. I pull my dress up and head back out to the streets.

As I'm far away from his property, he screams out to me his name: Mike. My pace quickens while I try to remember street signs that could lead me back home. It takes me a couple of wrong turns to finally remember the roadways.

I crash as soon as I sit on the couch.

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My slumber is rudely interrupted with banging on the front door. Once I sit up, I'm hit with a killer headache; nevertheless, I force myself up to answer.