I scrutinize my naked body in the mirror. My breasts were small and perky. The areola looked pale, circling a smaller portion of my breasts. The nipples were rigorously sensitive standing erect at an innocent touch or thought. My belly was flat and smooth except for a small scar where I did surgery to remove a rupture appendix.
There was a curve at my waist and I turned sideways in the mirror to make further observations on the deceptive body that housed me. My bottom stood firmly attached, extending out like before curving in like an apple. I didn't possess thick thighs but they were medium and sturdy.
How could a body so beautiful betray me? I tried to train my body to follow my mind's leading, but it proved infertile. As I glance up at my oval face, I noticed my thin lips pouting.
I am 18 years old and it seem nothing has changed. Mama didn't greet me when i left for school. I'm confused as to why I would expect anything different. I prepared my breastfast, left for school thanking God that I would be free from suffering once I get away as far as possible from my mother.
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My day was uneventful. My class sang 'happy birthday' for me and Chrissy bought me lunch.
I spend most of my time in class daydreaming, planning and rehearsing the events I thought would happen later. When I got home, mother was not there, but she left me a note, warning me to be home by 11pm and about the 'Rules'.
'Big woman', his voice boomed and starled me. I dropped my bag in fright. It was Michael.
'Jeez, you frighten me enu', I touched me chest, 'almost gimme a heart attack.
'Hush', Michael sat on the sofa, looking thriugh his wallet. 'I know Tanya not here so me stop by to give you your birthday present.
'Really?', I beamed. Michael seem to be the only one I could trust. I rush to him eager for a gift. He pull out a wad of cash and thrust it in my hands.
'For my special step daughter'. He jump to his feet, hugged me then head for the door.
I stood still, looking at the money. I had never seen or held so much in my hands. 'Thank you.
'No prob, just don't spend it all', then he was gone.
I squeal and rush to my room. My prayers seem to finally caught Gods attention. I count it $5000. I stuff it in my bag and rush to shower.
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Escaping
RandomForced into the life of a prostitute, Mia thought her only means of escape is to run away. She hated everything, her new home, her mother and the fact that she had no one else. Running away seem the best option but surviving won't be possible witho...
