What Once Was

the new client

storytime~ the new client

Ariel’s POV

Right as the clock struck 6 o’clock in the morning, my radio alarm clock blasted Katy Perry through the speakers. I reach over and hit the off button, pulling my butt out of bed. I hadn’t heard that alarm tune in over a year. Parker was my personal alarm clock, he always was an early riser. He liked to get a morning run in every morning before school, if I felt up to it, sometimes I’d join him.

Usually, though, I would just join his mum in the kitchen for some pancakes or eggs. His mum made the best food it seemed.

I doubt I’ll even get breakfast in today. I doubt I’ll even eat today. Maybe I’ll fall back into the rhythm I was in, before Parker saved me. I probably ate once a day, if that.

I found myself starting to slip into sleep, so I got out of bed and found my way to my bathroom, finding everything untouched.

~

I kept my head down, roaming through the hallways off my school heading for first hour. Turning the corner, I saw a glimpse of Parker. Who was surrounded by his friends as usual.

“I love you,” Parker said, kissing the top of my head.

We were both in his room, laying on his bed. Kissing the days away. I can’t believe it’s been one year already. The best year of my entire life.

“I love you more,” I smiled, reaching my neck from his chest to give him a peck on the lips.

“Not possible.”

“Yes possible.”

He just smiled at this, and continued letting his hands roam through my hair, silently brushing my strands with his fingers.

“Happy one year anniversary, baby.” He whispered.

“Promise me one thing, please.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Never leave me.”

“Never.”

“Thank you Parker,” I mumbled against his chest.

I faintly heard him ask what for, in which I replied simply with, “For saving me from myself.”

“It wasn’t yourself that you needed saving from, and you know it.”

I knew that. I always did, but if he hadn’t saved me a year ago today, there’s no doubt in my mind I wouldn’t be here today.

“Never let me go back home,”

“Never in a million years.”

~

I felt my tears start to resurface as I remember that day, it was only two weeks ago. And now look at us. Why did he end it? What had I done wrong?

There had to have been a reason.

“Whore,” I hear a snicker, coming from Parker’s group of friends, if you can even call them friends.

What had I done to deserve such a name?

I looked straight at Parker, seeing him looking back at me, before walking away to start the beginning of hell.

I hope I can survive the next eleven months until I’m eighteen. I don’t know how much I can handle, all I know is I’m moving far, far away.

~

“This one paid a lot of money, and he’s pretty young.” My father explained.

I just arrived to this house merely minutes ago, and he was already trying to get me to get ready.

“I don’t want to do this.” I said, close to tears as usual. I hated how weak I was, I hate that I still cannot stand up to my father, and tell him this is wrong and not something I want to do. Not that he’d care, he’d just tell me to suck it up. I still remember the time I did stand up to him, it didn’t go well. I ended up in the hospital with a broken arm.

At least father couldn’t sell me off for those months.

I hadn’t eaten much today, all I had was an apple during lunchtime at school. Father wouldn’t let me eat when I got to the house, he wants me to prepare for the ‘high paying’ customer.

“I don’t care you ungrateful little bitch! Now put on that lingerie I got for you, it’ll make your price go up! ” He yelled, pulling me by my arm.

 

“No I will not do this again!” I yelled, fed up with being forced to fuck random strangers that gave my father money. If I didn’t comply I would be forced in my room with countless beatings, I don’t even know what’s worse anymore.

“Get in that room like the dirty whore you are!” My father yelled.

“I won’t.” I stood my ground.

He sneered loudly, stating something about ‘paying the bills’ and all that crap. He should get a job, like a normal father would. But even I knew mum used to be the one to bring in all the money, before she was ‘accidentally’ killed in an accident.

So now my father was lonely, depressed, and money hungry.

Soon enough, once his rant about money was over, I turned around, ready to walk away. I wasn’t exactly expecting him to pull me by my arm back towards him into the wall.

All I felt we’re countless punches and kicks until all I could see was red.

My father told the hospital I fell down the stairs. We don’t even have any stairs.

~

I was pulled all the way to my room, with little effort, he threw me into my room slamming the door shut.

“You have fifteen minutes!” He yelled from outside the door.

I looked towards my bed, where a Victoria’s Secret bag was. Inside of the bag, was just as he said, lingerie. Knowing there wasn’t too much I could do at this point, I slipped it on over some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I wonder what my father meant by younger, maybe the guy wasn’t going to be forty this time. The guy being below forty was incredibly rare.

Hearing the front door open and close, I sighed.

After a few minutes I heard my father’s voice, “She’s in there, don’t let her backtalk you, if she does just give her a nice spanking. Let yourself out at one o’clock in the morning.”

“I paid one grand for this, I think I deserve all night.” I hear, extremely muffled through the door, it sounded like they were down the hall a bit.

One thousand dollars?

“Fine, be out before I get up tomorrow.”

Great. Of course he agrees, one in the morning was the one thing I could look forward to.

A few seconds later the front door shuts, while my door opens.

“I see you’re back on the market,"

I look up to see Parker standing at my door, what the hell?

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