Elise montes is a 21 year old living in a rough neighborhood in west Hollywood. Born into riches, Elise was different. Her parents despised the exotic thoughts running through Elise's mind. At age 18 she was kicked out of her parents manor. She had no place to live, no money, everything she had was striped. Desperate times call for desperate manners. Elise now sells her body just to make it through. Beaten, broken and depressed . What happens when one man lifts her off her feet?
Elise's POV
The sunshine beams through the old ripped curtains in this old hotel. As I begin to slide off the mattress, a hand roughly pulls me back. "I'm sorry sir, didn't mean to wake you." I say gently. "No problem baby last night was great." He says reaching out and squeezing my butt. I cringe at the thought of last night. He stands up and pulls his pants up his long legs. He pulls out money and hands it to me. "Thank you sir." He nods his head and walks out of the hotel room. I sigh and lay back on the mattress. Staring at the water stained celling. As the tears roll down my face I can not stop them. I turn to the side and reach for my phone. I dial the number as quickly as possible.
"Can you meet me in a while?" I ask.
"That depends, do you have the money sweetheart?"
"Yes, please I'm desperate."
"I'm on my way now." Before I can say anything else the phone line goes dead. I get up and put on some clothes. There not the nicest but its all I have. As I walk down the steps of the old hotel the November wind hits me with a cool blast. Winter is my favorite time of year not because of the holidays, because of the weather. As I walk through the streets of downtown Im met with harsh brown eyes I walk past him exchanging the money with the narcotics. I walk around for a while later, just watching. At about 2 or so I head back to the hotel.
As soon as I get there I open the baggy and make a line with the white powder. I take most of it and save what I have left. The high hits me, instantly taking the pain away.
