Party Favor ‣ Stiles Stilinski

Nine

Walking into her house Carmen instantly tensed as she heard the sound of pleasure and grunting coming from the next room. Her mother was a whore. Literally, she was a prostitute. The man in that room was either her boss or a client, they both bring pain and pleasure to her mother.

She despised her mother. Her mother who was meant to nurture her and love her but instead made Carmen sell her body to the men by force no matter how much she screamed and begged. It always happened. It got to the point where she gave in and never puts up a fight.

The things that the kids spoke at school were right.

Slut

Whore

The words rang in her head never letting her forget.

"He's all yours, baby," Her mother spoke smirking at her daughter letting out a puff of smoke from her mouth as she toyed with the cigarette in between her fingers.

She gave her mother a look of disgust before shoving past her and slowly walking into the room an looked up to see a man in his mid-thirties lying naked on the bed. To her delight, he was a rather attractive looking mad. That always made it easier.

He let out a grunt of satisfaction as he looked Carmen up and down, nodding with a lustful look in his eyes as he took in her body. He smirked motioning her to move forward with a come-hither motion. Plastering a seductive smirk on her lips, she proceeded to saunter over and remove her clothing and surrender herself to the man in front of her.

Over the years she had learnt to accept the treatment which she was given by the men and the occasional women who bought her body for a night or two, she had been violated and used in every single way possible and sometimes a sick part of her enjoyed it, especially with the good looking men such as the one tonight. It was the only life she knew, it was how she was raised. Raised to satisfy the perverted people who wanted to buy the merchandise.

Her mother had been in the 'business' (if you would even call it that) before she had Carmen. After her parents died and having to live with her abusive grandfather who then kicked her out and she had to make money out of the only way she knew how to. She then bore Carmen and raised her into the lifestyle she lived. The only thing her mother truly loved about her was her looks and body that brought in money. Money = drugs and alcohol, which is all her mother seemed to live on. Not that she didn't either. She would be a hypocrite if she claimed otherwise.

No one knew what Carmen really was, there were people at school who accused her because of how big a slut she was but no one truly believed it. It was only rumours for them, but for Carmen, it was a reality.

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It was cold outside. She sat emotionlessly on the cold, hard concrete, her legs jittering away anxiously. In her nimble hands, she held a joint and a small bottle of vodka which was half empty. A tear streamed down her face as she took a gulp of the drink. The dress she once wore was now torn and scuffed with marks. Her hair was untamed and her eyeliner and mascara now streamed down her face. Blood trickled down her legs from where his nails had deeply pressed into her pale skin. She clutched onto her bruised stomach in pain as she choked out sobs.

After it was over she fled. She only fled after when it got abusive and tonight it did when more clients arrived, and Carmen, being desperate for money, complied. She had no true sanctuary - only a place where she was violated. But she was always forced to return. It was home after all, no matter how much she wished otherwise.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a bright light began to come her way but she remained still. The car came to a stop in front of her and the sound of a door opening and slamming shut was heard. "Hey! Are you okay?" She heard a voice say. A voice which she recognised. "Oh my God. Carmen is that you?" The Stilinski boy exclaimed coming closer to the girl who stared blankly up at the sky.