(Picture of Ryan on the side.)
Chapter three
Conner's POV
I feel the hot tears run down my face. I look down at my feet so they don't have to see my ugly worthless face. I keep my focus on the floor and on my mix matched socks. I don't dare look up at Mr. Z. I don't want to see the discussed on his face. I've seen it to many times and I don't need to see it from someone a care about.
"I know damn good and well you wouldn't be a prostitute by choice." Mr. Z says and I can feel his eyes on me.
"Let's go in the living room and see why he was a prostitute." Ryan says and Mr. Z picks me up in his arms.
"Okay kid so tell us your story." Ryan says sitting close to me to I move away from him.
"Well it all started in 2008 when my dad became a substance abuser. He was buying dugs and alcohol all the time. Then on a sunny day in Mach he ran out of money. He had used it all on drugs and alcohol.
I came home from school and he told me his friend wanted me to go over to his house. He wanted me to help him hang a tree-stand. I walked about a mile to his house. When I got there he shoved me in his bedroom and hand cuffed me to the bed.
He raped me right then and there. When he finally let me go I limped home as fast as I could. When I got home my dad told me he was going to make me do this all the time. In 2012 I got Ryan as a customer. And I have to say he gave me more up the ass then I had ever experienced.
He became a regular client of mine. Almost every time he was done with me I was a bloody mess. The last time I saw him was the other day actually. Then yesterday I came home from here and my dad said to get out and I could only take a backpack full of my stuff.
After I left I went to the park to sleep. I slept in the slide for a shelter. This morning I woke up to rain. I walked to school took a shower. Then you brought me to your lovely home and that's really it." I say with tears still streaming down my face none stop.
I look to see Mr. Z crying and Ryan emotionless. I sigh and close my eyes. I keep my eyes closed and stop crying. I open my eyes to see discussed in Mr. Z's eyes. But it's not directed to me it's directed at his brother.
I get up and run to my room when they start screaming at each other. I lock the door and go grab my journal with a pencil. I sit against my head board and begin my entry.
Dear Mikayla,
Well a lot has happened since I wrote last week. Well to start off I had to deal with Ryan again. It was really bad this time. He made me have to get dissolvable stitches and I'm still supper sore. Allison gave me the stitches so I wouldn't have to go to the hospital. He did it worse then he ever has before. It hurts to sit down to.
I went home and I slipped up. I didn't mean to I really didn't. I made four deep gashes on my thighs. I passed out because of loss of blood. I'm so upset with myself for doing it. I was so strong to. Oh well I guess relapse is part of getting better. At least I hope it is.
Dad kicked me out so now I'm living with Mr. Z. You know the teacher I told you I had a massive crush on? Yeah him. The only bad thing is his brother is Ryan. Yup Ryan is living I the same house as me. I had to tell them my story and they started fighting and I ran up here and started writhing. Well I'm going to try and sleep.
-Me
10-14-14
I put my journal away and lay down. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
