Selling Your Only Soul

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I shuddered as the cold raked its chilling fingers across my exposed skin. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, and I hugged herself. The wind calmed down as I leaned against the building behind me as a cop car rolled by where I was stationed. I hate dark alley's.

"What did I do to get myself into this, I didn't ask my mom to become sick." I quietly grumbled to herself. 

I stepped out of the shadows and watched as a car turned the corner and rolled to a stop beside the sidewalk.  The light from the street lights shone through the stranger's windshield and lit up his face. He was passably handsome in the dark. I might be able to work with this, I thought to myself. 

"How much you worth, whore?"His voice asked gruffly and his eyes skimmed my body.

"350 an hour, 400 depending on what you make me do" My voice only held a slight tremor.

He unlocked the car, and I pulled open the door and drug myself up into the passenger seat. He turned out the warm air, after a shiver ran through my scantily clad body.

"You must be cold doll, I'll help you warm up." He winked at me, and a mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

He put the car into gear and pulled the car into the alleyway where I was just standing. He pulled me over the center console and kissed me. After that everything went numb, and I just let him use me. I hate doing this. A couple of hours passed, and I came to my senses again as he was finishing with me. I looked at the clock and noticed the time. Three hours has passed, and he owed me money. He looked at me with disgust, then pulled out his wallet. He handed me around a thousand bucks then shoved me out of his car. I barely landed on my feet, and he drove away. I fixed my skirt, and stood up, in that process I shoved the money in my bra. $2100 tonight, just enough for the last chemo session. I looked at my feet and then I pulled out my crap Blackberry.  I shot a text to my roommate, and waited for a reply.

Marya:Come pick me up, I'm done. $2100 in one night.

Allie:You make me worry sometimes, which spot was it tonight? The corner, or the street?

Marya:The corner, hurry I'm freezing.

Allie:You must really love your ma if you're doing this shit for her.

Marya:Shut up and come get me.

I shoved my phone back in my bra, and retrieved my coat from its hiding place.  I sat down against the building and waited for Allie to come get me. Soon after, her red saturn rolled up and I stood up. I walked over to her car and tugged the door open.

"Hey doll, how was your night?" She asked, with her gray eyes twinkling.

"It was just peachy!" I say sarcastically, and roll my eyes.

I leaned over and turned on the radio and Sugar by Francesco Yates came blaring through the speakers. I started dancing in my seat, and singing along to the song.

'She got cherry lips, angel eyes/she knows exactly how to tantalize/she's out to get you, danger by design/cold blooded vixen, she don't compromise.' 

Allie joined in and I pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. We drove back to the apartment we shared and she parked the car. We hopped out and headed up to the apartment. The smell of smoke, and sex clung to my very being. I headed for the bathroom and peeled off my clothing. I turned on the shower and hopped in the shower. I scrubbed every inch of my skin until it was bright red, and washed my hair several times. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I thought of what I was doing to help my mother. I leaned up against the cold tiles of the shower, and slid down the wall. I ran my hand over my thigh and felt the small ridges of scars. No, no no, no, don't do it, please don't do it babydoll, my mothers soft voice murmured in my head. I wiped away my tears then stood up again, my legs were wobbling. I turned off the shower and savored the last few moments of heat. I stepped out of the shower and felt the soft blue rug beneath my feet. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body. I walked over the the mirror and studied myself. Brown, bloodshot eyes stared back at me. My mousy blond hair looked devoid of life, and felt dry and brittle. Too much blow drying, and straightening I guess. I yanked a brush through my drying hair, and winced as the brush hit a snarl in my hair. I threw my hair up in a ponytail then moisturized my face with my cheap drugstore lotion. I brushed my teeth, riding my mouth of the disgusting smell of smoke. I walked out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth, and walked into my room. My cat meowed at me from my bed, and gave me a look like I know what you're doing while you're gone Marya. I closed my door hen threw my towel onto my bed. It started Aristotle and he jumped off the bed and ran into my closet. I put on my underthings then yanked a big t-shirt over my head. I walked over to my bed and collapsed on it, not that long after I felt myself drift into a dreamless sleep.

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