The Emotional Laceration of an American Girl.

Ch. 14 The Emotional Laceration of an American Girl.

Lalita's POV

Dad pushed me into the warehouse and the inside looked worse than the outside. Women were all over the place half dressed with a glossy look in their eyes. Were they crack heads? I couldn't stare at them for long because dad pushed me through some curtains. My eyes started to burn from the cigarette smoke. "What brings you here Fidel," some man asked.

When I got a better look at him he was a tall muscular white man. He was bald and had grey eyes. He looked like the hulk minus the green. He didn't take his eyes off of me and I started to sweat. What's going on here? "Alexi how much is she worth," dad asked pushing me on the floor. Alexi got up and flipped me over using his foot. "Well...is she pure," he asked.

"Yep. Just look at her. She's scared shitless," dad said. What is he going to do to me? Alexi smiled and he had a silver tooth next to his right big tooth. "Well she does look yummy," Alexi said. I looked at my dad and he looked bored. "How much," dad asked. Alexi bent down and grabbed my breast. "$50. $55 at most," he said. "You can have her for $55 and re-sell her for whatever," dad said.

"You want half," Alexi asked not taking his eyes off of me. "Yep. I'll bring her back when you're done. I have some errands to run," dad said. Is he going to leave me here with this man? I heard dad leave and I was left alone with Alexi. He picked me up gently and brought me to a bed. "What are you going to do with me," I asked. I would've fought him but that would've been useless. He's the hulk's twin for Pete's sake!

"That's a strange question. How old are you," he asked. My eyes started to water. "I asked how old you are. Don't lie because Fidel will tell me anyways," he said. "I-I'm 18," I said. He nodded and threw me on a bed. I stared at him as he started to undress. "Take your clothes off and be quick about it," he said. I did as I was told and he made me lie down.

"It'll feel good I promise," he said and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and let it happen.

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He got up and put his clothes back on. "You were worth more than $50. I'll remember that when I re-sell you," he said and walked out of the room. I stared at the ceiling with tears in my eyes. I was clutching the sheets and blood was underneath me. He rapped me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. He held me down and even when I tried to escape it was useless. He didn't even falter. I feel so cheap.

I feel dirty and I feel like trash. How could my father let him do this. Did he do this to other girls? I started to cry harder. Does he do this to other girls? Maybe it's just crack heads like the people up front. Do I even get a cut? Probably not. Basically I was forced to do this and I don't get anything. I feel like such a whore.

Someone walked in and interrupted my thoughts. "So you want the stuff," someone asked. I looked over and it was a girl younger than me. She came over and sat on the bed. I shook my head no and she sighed. "Listen I'm Eve. If you want the stuff I got it for ya," she said and she stared at me. She looked about 13 and had a short bob. She was African American but with something else. She had grey eyes and a light skin color. Then it clicked.

"Are you Alexi's daughter," I asked. She nodded without taking her eyes off of me. "And you do...," I trailed off. She laughed and said, "Listen Hun. Alexi got my mom knocked up and she was so addicted to the stuff I'm surprised I'm normal. Alexi made her stop when she was pregnant with me and had her chain to a bed. She was really that addicted. Once she gave birth to me, dad chucked her. He wanted a boy but he can't be picky." "So...do you have any brothers or sisters," I asked. She laughed. "Hell no. If he did I'd kill the bastards. I'm his only one. Or the only one he recognizes," she said. "Oh," I said.

She looked nice. She had a green skort on and a white tank with a green and white heart jacket. She had laced up green and white zebra high-tops. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone about me got it," she asked. "Why would I tell," I asked. "Because you're not on the stuff. What happened? Your dad sold ya?" I nodded and she rolled her eyes. "Typical. We get a few of those every now and then. Just do what Alexi says and the pay's good. Oh wait...you don't get a cut. Sorry about that," she said looking sincere.