Freedom Calls

Either way, I'm f*cked.

Chapter 3.

"No, no no...that's not possible..." I trailed off.

The man in the black suit, whom  I now knew as Demir, had just revealed to me that Paul was a big time drug dealer and pimp. Obviously, I knew about the pimp part but I had no clue he was capable of being a drug dealer. 

I had already told him about my interaction with Paul. For some reason, there was something about this man that made me feel entirely comfortable with telling him my back story regarding Paul.

" It's all possible.Tell me what you know about Paul. You aren't a familiar face and he's never mentioned anything about you, which means ..you actually meant something to him." He corrected me.

I scoffed. Me? Mean anything to Paul? As if. I was just his punching bag.

" As I've told you before, Paul sort of works for me..We both know the business he entertained.. You being apart of it means that you work for me," He leaned in so that we were a few inches apart "If I find out that you've both been doing..uncanny business against me..You'll regret it." He whispered.

Chills ran down my back, I believed him. "I don't know anything. I didn't even go out like the other girls did."

Demir sighed and fixed his suit. " Somehow, I don't believe you."

He turned to leave.

"Wait!I haven't done anything wrong!" I explained.

Demir stopped and turned around, "Guilty until proven innocent." With that he left my room.

A few hours later, his goons came back in. They didn't say much to me nor did I to them. This is how it was for the next week. I wondered why they were still here, but it wasn't an important thought that crossed my mind.

Wednesday rolled around and the doctors explained that they'd be able to release me.

This is when reality hit.

Once I stepped outside of this hospital, I would be free. What would I do? Where would I go?

It dawned on me that I had no money, no license, nothing to my name and I didn't know anyone down here.

As the negative thoughts started taking place in my mind I quickly reminded myself of my past.

"You've done this once before, you can do it again." I told myself

When I was 17 I ran away from the only family I had left; My uncle. Back then, I had what little I'd saved up from working at a little diner, so maybe I was slightly better off. But I used all of it on my travels getting here to Texas. Once I got here, I searched for jobs-no one would hire me unless it was to do odd jobs or to get paid under the table.Bumping around like this worked until I met mutual friends of Paul.

My mind started to wonder back to the day when I met Paul.

I'd just finished cleaning dishes at one of the small diners in the Fort Worth area. I was about to walk to my bus stop when Crystal, one of the the girls who worked down at Baby Dolls pulled up in a truck. She got out, already dressed with her 'uniform' on; it was a black lacey lingerie set and a matching pair of heels.

"Love buggggg there you are." She walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead, something I was used to by now.

"Hey Chrissy, what's up? Why'd you come all the way over here?" I asked her as we got into the truck.

I noticed the guy in the front was different from the last, who happened to be one of her regulars who'd on occasion get 'friendly' with her. I made no comment of the observation as we got in.