Expensive Girl

Crapulous

*WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE AND GORE*

17:43 A.M

Reader beware as you pass by,

As you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so you will be.

Therefore prepare to follow me.

I was extraordinary dumb in my younger days, I fucked around, drunk until I was on the brink of a comatose and popped pills like I would take medicines.

Aron, my fuck buddy and first love, would always come to my place when he needed his dick sucked. 

However, after some time we would miraculously get in a relationship. 

Together, we would beat up the local drug dealers to steal their shit and eventually we would take in the drugs and I would always end up pinned down on the bed. Aron would always try to fuck me, even when it was non-consensual. 

He would always say things like "you're such a slut, you wanted this to happen" or even "you like it when I ruin your body". 

I would only relive the memories when I saw the bruises and wounds on my body. He would always tie me up and use the advantage of my weakened state. 

He would whip me, cut me, bite me and sometimes even break my bones or dislocate the joints in my body.

I hated every minute of it, I hated his dominance over me, I hated his stupid yet beautiful face and I especially hated it when he was too horny to put on a condom before penetrating me. Things stayed like that for a while, until I revealed that I was pregnant, only because he noticed my growing belly and the obvious fact that out of nowhere I decided to quit smoking and doing drugs. From that moment on he hated me even more, called me a useless whore for getting pregnant, and yet never hit nor abused me since I revealed my pregnancy.

He cherished the child, always called it my payment for him putting up with me. 

Because he couldn't take his anger out on me anymore, he had decided to take it out on others. He became more malicious to everyone from a homeless kid at the side of the road to a bunch of junkies too high to fight back. 

One day he made me act like a helpless pregnant woman, so the drug dealers he was planning on killing would be distracted. Aron would kill them after I had distracted them long enough and dispose of their bodies somewhere remote. 

The more he killed, the crazier he got, secretly I was glad to be pregnant, even though that baby was the last thing I wished for, it protected because he would just abuse me mentally, no more physical pain to face. To be very honest it was the only relief I got from the whole situation.

I had started to eventually grow on the baby, no matter how much a loved that baby I wasn't going to give Aron his satisfaction and I wasn't going to let my child live in such a fucked-up world that was my life.

One day when Aron arrived late at home, with the stench of blood stuck to his skin. His hair coloured with a shade of red, and even some blood dripping out of his mouth. 

That day, he found me, in the bathroom, with an untangled clothing hanger covered in blood. My face tear-stained eyes red and puffy, my chin and chest covered in puke, blood dripping out of my vagina. When he looked down at the ground, he saw his unborn child. His face in utter shock. 

I smirked, "Congratulations, it's a girl.", 

I knew he wanted a son so badly. I saved the child from a horrible live, it was a good deed, but before I could celebrate my euphoria I felt a sudden flame of stinging pain all over my body, the air pressed out of my lungs.

 As I was gasping for air he continued hitting me until he got tired from my screams and left to get drunk at some club. When he got back the next morning after having fucked some whore, he realised he was gone.

Had I run off? 

Yes. 

Was it the smartest thing to do after being beaten up senselessly? 

Definitely not. 

Where my other options any better? 

Absolutely not.

I had gone to an old friends house, I told her everything that happened. Or at least the important things. 

My friend told me I could stay as long as I wanted, but after I had recovered she made me find a job so I could one day take care of myself again.

 I did what I was told but in a personal aspect of course. I had always longed for revenge on Aron and avenge Ailee, my unborn child, for that I had to build an empire of my own. 

So one day when I was walking home from the club I worked at the time, I noticed someone wandering in the shadows. 

I ignored it at first but after some time, I grew tired of the shadow following me. I took a quick turn to an alley on my left and there I pinned the shadow to the wall. The shadow turned out to be a girl, she stared at me with her big brown eyes and finally opened her mouth;

"Looked nice so I decided to follow you. Hope you don't mind". 

I let out a chuckle. 

"Call me Nyda".