I pulled up my pants as the older man threw me a couple of bills and pushed me out of his rusty old apartment. As I walked down the stairs I could hear the loud music from the neighbors upstairs. I walked out of the building and put my hand in the middle of the street signaling for a taxi or cab. The cab driver pulled over; he was old and had a long beard hanging from his chin. I got in the taxi and took out my phone. No emails. No messages. No phone calls. Nothing New. I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket and slouched in my seat. The man stroked his beard as he announced that we had arrived at my apartment. I handed him a crisp 50 dollar bill and told him to keep the change. As I entered the dingy building I saw a young boy trying to hit on another girl. I took out my keys and opened the door to my barely furnished home. Good, Justin isn't here. I took off my clothes, got in the shower and just stood there thinking about what i just did.
Come on.
How long?
For about an hour
How much are you paying me
$100
We going to your place?
Yeah
I sighed and continued into the man's car.
I got out the shower and changed into my pajamas. Just then I heard the door open and slam shut. He's here. Justin came in the room and stared at me angrily. I knew what he wanted and I was too tired and worn out to satisfy him, but he was drunk and when he is drunk I have no control over his actions. "Let's go" he said. I turned over and took off my clothes unsure of why I let him do this to me. After an hour he pushed me off of him and turned off the light, ready for bed. Soon I was gonna leave him and try to start a new life, just not right now.
