Unforeseeable

Chapter 16

"Fuck!" I scream, throwing the vase across the living room. Tears stream down my face and I scream as the porcelain shatters into pieces. I let my body fall back into the wall, lifting my hands to my face. I let gravity pull me to the ground, sliding down the wall in defeat. A loud sob rakes through my torso and rattles my ribs.
God, how did I get here?

It's been a few weeks since I've fully broken down over Damien and Lexi, but after speaking to Levi this afternoon all the memories have rushed back to me.

I wipe under my eyes, dark mascara smudging across my fingertip. My small flat is nothing compared to the one I used to live in with Lexi.

It has the bare necessities, a sink, minuscule bedroom, shower, toilet and small kitchen. And all of this is shoved into one and a half rooms. I look halfheartedly at the clock, 8:47.

Fuck.

I force myself to my feet, aware I have work sooner than I thought. I can't say I'm proud of my line of work, but it pays well enough for me to afford rent, food, taxi fares and save to pay for my school fees. I walk to my closet and pull it open, taking a short dress and a large coat to cover myself up until I arrive at work. I get changed and leave my apartment. As I lock the door behind me I see the boy who lives in the room next to me. His eyes are red and he struggles to unlock the door. He has pink fluffy hair and a tanned complexion. He must sense me watching him because he turns his head to face me.

"Oh.... hey..." he says with a casual raise of his eyebrows. I greet him back and pull the key out of the lock. He manages to fumble open his door, when he does smoke pours out of the room and I cough. He laughs at me before entering.

I shake my head to clear the grogginess that has suddenly come over me and I leave the complex and catch a taxi to work.

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The taxi driver gives me a strange look as he pulls up outside my destination.

"Ma'am," he begins and I feel a lecture brewing. I cut him off by thanking him and paying him for the ride. I climb out of the cab and walk into the building. The environment changes instantly.

Cigarette smoke drifts towards the ceilings, being sucked away by spinning fans that send a humming echo through the room. There are the sounds of men laughing huskily and a sudden loud slap of skin on skin. I slip into the shadows in the corner before disappearing into my room. I click the door shut behind me and sit at my vanity with a sigh. I lean closer to the mirror and apply some makeup to my face, I look more alive and attractive. That's what the men here want. I hear the door click open and I don't turn around.

"I'm not ready yet, I'll be out soon."

"You're late." Says a husky familiar voice. I look up in the mirror to see my boss. Shakayla Grey is a beautiful woman for being in her early forties and smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. She has curled large blonde hair and a perfect complexion. Her lips, nails and dress pop red in the musky lighting of the room. She wears a large white fur coat over her shoulders and upper back, causing her to look extra glamorous. Now Shakayla would never give her body to the men here like we do, that's not her job. She makes sure to collect payments from us and to kick out clients if they get too.... feisty. She has a lot of bite and can come off intimidating to some people.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time." I say as I pull my hair over my shoulders. She steps towards me and takes my coat, she slides it from my arms and hangs it up on my hanger. I stand in my dark dress, only the minimum amount of skin showing without me being naked.

"Well make up for it. Get out there." She says, her voice rough from years of chain smoking. I hesitate "now." She snarls, smacking my behind as I leave the room.

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It doesn't take long for a man to notice me and take me into a private room.

"Show me what you've got, Princess." he slurs, breath rotten with alcohol. He sits himself down onto a seat and grabs my waist, pulling me roughly onto his lap. I grudgingly wrap my legs around his waist. He smirks disgustingly, his calloused hands groping my thighs. A shudder runs down my spine as the unwelcome touch reminds me of Duane. I push his memory away and let out a moan, this man paid for me. If he complains I could loose my only source of income.

His hands grip the bottom off my dress, pulling it above my head. I ache knowing that he paid a lot of money for this. He paid a lot of money for me.

I push all thoughts out of my head as he undoes the fly of his jeans.

Every day it gets progressively harder to reach my happy place.

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A/N
Longish chapter to make up for the wait? Sorry about that.
Poor Quinn, her life is pretty shitty at the moment.
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