Days of my life

Lost and found

PHONE

JAQS MUM MOB: 'If you don't tell us where you are NOW you little piece of shit....'

ME MOB: 'No, she doesn't need you, she's better off without living with you. Your a crap Mother.'

JAQS MUM MOB: 'You have five minutes and then the police will be called

ME MOB: 'No, you don't need to know.'

JAQS MUM MOB IS TYPING  ....

ME MOB: 'She's asleep anyway'

JAQS MUM MOB: I don't give a flying fuck. Five minutes counting down from now. Location texted. Or the POLICE WILL BE CALLED.

ME MOB TYPING .... 

JAQS MUM MOB: 'Give us our girl back you prick. I mean it Tranny'

REAL LIFE

Exhausted from the long walk around the foreign to her towns in the night, exhausted from the 5 am McDonalds breakfast Mcmuffin she barely picked at, looking at her, taunting her with how little money she had, how she didn't like fried eggs. Especially NOT from McDonalds. 

She was exhausted because wanted her Mum. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be asleep in her own bed. 

But no one wanted her. At least that's what Tranny said. 

And he loved her.

He wouldn't lie to her would he?

Surely?

Crying a river of tears in to the shallows of razor marks on her wrists, she buried her face in to the unfamiliar duvet of a friend of a friends house of Trannys, the house they were allowed to nap in for a few hours. 

She hated it here. It was so unfamiliar. TOO unfamiliar.

She wanted to go home.

NEEDED to go home.

Eventually the exhaustion overcame her. 

And Tranny stood by the door clasping her phone in his hand, willing for the battery to disappear quicker, and his phone in silent in the other hand. 

He watched the messy haired, grubby faced with sweat and tears of fear and exhaustion, girl.

Laying down, curled, her wrists a smattered mess of scars like ravines off of a cliff. 

Her hair was in knots, bright red in colour how he liked it, her fishnets ripped, tiny shorts and a little vest top with a nice push up bra to push her tits up and out.

He nodded approvingly. 

He watched as the exhaustion became her and she fell in to a deep yet restless sleep. Tear tracks still marking her face and he felt the stirrings of a hard on in his pants/ trousers. 

He smirked and patted her phone, now dead with no charge in it at all, in to his pocket and walked away watching her hand stray over the bed as if looking for something in her sleep.

Her phone?

Him?

She only needed one of those things.

And oh boy she was gunna get one of those things.

And it wasn't going to be her phone, that's for sure, he thought as he walked away, evil intentions and a hard on, his girlfriend in a dreamless sleep that was yet filled with nightmares and a crippling fear of the unknown, crying to go home.