Hot Mello (Book 1)

In L.A. (2)

NSFW

[Warning - For pretty much everything - drug use, prostitution, underage sex, rape, self harm, death, abuse]

You get through one day at a time You find a way of staying numb Don't look in the mirror
To see what you've become

*Mello pov*

I sat on my bed in a daze. What had just happened? Well, I'd find a way to take charge here soon. The door opened and a guy came in and looked me up and down. I glared at him.

"What's that look for? We're all friends here. You're one of us now. Mello, is it? Here, I brought you a drink. You're old enough to drink here, no one will tell."

He winked like he was doing me a big favour. So I could drink, big fucking deal.

"It's a sweet one, just for you. Even sweeter than your chocolate. So drink up."

I took the drink and downed it.

"Good boy." He said, earning another glare from me.

"Don't patronise me, I'm not a fucking child."

"Well, I'll be the judge of that."

He was across the room in a second, forced me to lie face down and climbed on top of me.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing? Keep your mouth shut or I'll gag you until I need your mouth."

I tried to struggle but I felt so sleepy. I almost passed out, but not quite. I was aware enough to know what he did to me. He covered my mouth as I screamed in pain, then threw a towel at me when he finished.

"Clean yourself up."

"What the fuck, why did you do that?" I sobbed.

"That's how you pay your way. You'll make a fine little whore."

I tried to yell again but couldn't stop crying.

"You'll get used to it, you'll enjoy it even. See you around."

I lay there crying after he left. My body hurt and I felt robbed of my dignity. He'd had his way with me against my will and heard and seen my pain. I'd never shown a bit of weakness to anyone in my life, and this was beyond anything I'd ever imagined could happen to me.

I tensed up as the door opened again. A blonde woman came in and sat on a chair.

"Hey kid, I'm Halle. I hope he wasn't too rough on you."

I didn't answer and she looked at me closer.

"God, you really are just a kid. How old are you?"

"Fourteen." I whispered.

"Fourteen, what the hell? That fucking douche."

She sat on the bed, cleaned me up and helped me get dressed.

"I'm so sorry. I'll do my best to get you out of here, but I can't make any promises." Her voice broke and I heard her cry a little. She sat back over on the chair.

"Was that your first time?" I nodded. "Ever?" I nodded again. "Jesus. I was gonna offer you some stuff, but I can't."

"I want something please. Anything to make it hurt less."

She sighed. "I'll give you some weed, but that's all."

I thought of Matt as I smoked it. I was soon stoned and lay on my back laughing.

"Look at all that up there." I pointed at the ceiling.

"What do you see?" She asked.

"Clouds and bubbles floating. They weren't there before. Haha! Hahaha!"

I smoked some more and watched the "show" on the ceiling. I heard the door open and Halle spoke.

"What the fuck, Rod, he's only fourteen?"

"Don't worry Lidner, I'll let you have a go of him too."

"Fuck you! This isn't right."

The door slammed behind her and Rod took her seat.

"What did you take?"

"Just some weed. And some dude's dick up my ass."

He laughed. "Give me your arm if you want something better."

I held my arm out while he wrapped a tourniquet around it and injected.

"There you go. That will make you feel good."

"Heroin?"

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

He ruffled my hair on his way out, I slapped his hand away making him laugh again, then I lay back down.