The Thugs Prostitute

“Get yo shit and get the fuck out my house!” He screams causing me to jump. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough so he grabbed me by hair and threw me on the porch still naked. I quickly got up and put on my clothes. I hate living this life but it’s all I know how to do. I started walking around the apartments looking for my next customer.

Let me begin by telling you about me. My name is Aubrey, I’m 21 years old and I live in Atlanta, Georgia. I’ve been a prostitute for over ten years. I was forced into prostitution by my grandmother. I’m the fifth generation of prostitutes in my family. I still have flashbacks of my mother and grandmother arguing over whether I should be a prostitute or not. My mom never wanted this life for me I remember her telling me that we were going to leave and go far away from here. Unfortunately my mom died, I was told that she got killed in a drive by shooting. So I was stuck to live with my grandmother and under her rules.  It has always been easy for me to get a job because I’m 5’5, long curly hair, thick, a caramel skin complexion and I have always dressed with swag. By the time I was fourteen my grandmother kicked me out of her house and told me it was time for me to start being on my own. Ever since that day I haven’t returned to her house not even for a visit.

                As I made my way to his apartment my heart started beating fast. Even though I have been doing this for a while I still get nervous because of the dangers from it.  He opened the door and motioned for me to follow him. All the lights were out except for the light in the room in the back. I make sure I check my surrounding just in case I need to make a great escape. I followed him down the hall to room and he told me to sit down on the bed.

“So what’s your name shawty?” he asked as he was staring at my figure.

“Aubrey”

“That’s a beautiful name.” He said licking his lips. “But why should a pretty girl like you be a prostitute?”

“I need the money”

“Oh ok I see… well get to work”

I did as told and finished my job. I walked out of the apartment and began to walk to my friend’s house. My friend has always been there for me and she doesn’t judge me on what she sees. She is the only person that knows my history. The first time I met her she saved my life. I was running down this dark open road trying to get away from one of my customers that drugged me. A car pulled up beside me, my vision was blurry so I didn’t know who it was. All of a sudden I fainted and woke up in a hospital with her sitting next to my bed. She asked me what happened and I told her my whole story including the situation with my grandmother. We have been close since that day and she allowed me to stay with her.

Once I reached her house I used my key to open the door. She was sitting on the couch watching SpongeBob, her childish ass.

“Toya!” I yelled

“Tf you want?”

“Let’s go out tonight”

“Ok I’m down but where? And what time?”

“Well I heard there was this new club opening called ‘club edge’ and around 9:00”

“aiight cool”

I went to my room and began to get ready it was 5:30 but I know I take a long time. I took a 30 minute shower and did my hygiene thing. I got dressed in a royal blue fitted dress, sparkly pumps, and silver accessories to match. I decided on wearing my hair straight for tonight. By the time I was finished it was around 8:45. Toya was dressed in red bodycon dress, black heelless heels, black accessories, and she curled her hair.

“Zammm boo you look fye!” Toya screamed

“Thanks babe but you look hella fine!”

“Thank ya... You ready to go?”