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      Hi umm my name is shalimar.

I'm 15 if you're wondering. I like music and writing. Writing let's me put out my feelings.  I don't really have friends, so writing is the best thing I guess. I am not a really good writer. But I will let you decide that.

So here we go I guess.

                   chapter 1

"open up tramp " my mom said opening my door. "Hey,slut your dad wants you." "why" I asked. " I don't fucking know,I could care less if you fucking die you ugly fat bitch."she replied. I walked down stairs my dad had rope in his hands I knew it wouldn't be good. He grabbed me and tied my arms above my head and hung me in the basement like that."you stupid ho you didn't make enough money on the corner last night." he said. "I'm sorry" I said. "sorry doesn't put the 200 more dollars in my pocket now does it" he yelled. He grabbed his belt and strapped me body with it repeatedly. I cried from the pain. "Tonight you are gonna make 200 more dollars than normal to make up for last night."he said. " but I have school tomorrow." I replied. "then you better do it quick tonight huh?"he said.

                   chapter two

"Hey,cutie need a date "I asked a stranger. "no, but you seem to young for being a prostitute eh." he said. "yeah but I have to do it." I said " well how much do you make on a normal night." he asked. "1,200 bucks." I said. "I'll make you a deal I'll give you the money only if anything bad happens to you call me ." he said.     "OK" I said. he handed me the money and his number and I walked home

happy that I didn't have to feel violated and disgusted with my body or feel used and worthless.

             part two coming soon and to be dedicated to my baby gurl  @love_is_tru

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