I really wanted to get out of this hell. But I really don't have any fucking idea how will I able to do it. Oh God! Please help me. I am so tired of this. Never thought that life could be this much worse.
*Knock,knock*
It was three o'clock in the night and I don't know who came here at this time.I got a little bit nervous.
*Who's there?* I said it with a croaky voice.
*It's me, Richa*
Oh God! Why this bitch came here? I am hundred percent sure she came here with a motive.
*Open the fucking door*
I opened the door and surprisingly she was with her boyfriend. She told me that she and her boyfriend decided to move me to another house.
After hearing this I felt like I am alive again. On this awful journey of my life at last there is a chance came to run and I will try my best to escape from this hell.
*What are you thinking for so long? *
She cuts me off from my imagination. I was like "Oh okay fine! Let me know when I have to move on from this house.
She left without saying anything. I sat quietly and take a deep breath.I just still can't believe it, God gave me the chance to live my life again. I started to believe that there is no God but I was totally wrong. First thing which came in my mind is to make a plan for escape. I know that sometimes things doesn't go as planned but still I have that little hope which gives me courage, which makes me feel alive again.
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LIFE OF A PROSTITUTE
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