Fatal Attraction : Atlanta

1. My Life

 

3 Years Later

Jessica

I hate this place, I hate this man, and I hate my life.

"You like that daddy?" I said, while slow grinding on his lap and feeling his small, yet growing erection between my cotton boy shorts and his denim jeans. "Ahhh, yes babeh. Mmm.. That's enough, Cookie." William (Mostly known as Will) groaned as he softly patted my round bottom. I hated my nickname. I hated it even more bcause he could never get it right. Strippers, prostitutes, and escorts that knew me in this game called me Oreo, because of my Caucasion and African American background.

I stood up from his lap, adjusting my red, lacey boy shorts, so that I can pull up my gray Obey sweatpants. With my white, black, red and white Minnie Mouse sweatshirt, blonde hair tied up in a messy bun, and chilling with no makeup on - I still looked good.

"Three more months, Cookie. And your escorting days are over."

Just as I began to walk away, when he said those words, my heart dropped into my stomach. Will was referring to me turning 22 on June 17th.

Whenever an escort turns 22, she turns into an official prostitute. Will believed that anyone below the age of 22 wasn't experienced enough. So, he chose to wait until the girl's 22nd birthday to ruin her life.

On that very day, the day I'm supposed to go clubbing with my friends, Issy and Lollipop to celebrate my growing of age, Will is making me have sex with his 17 year old nephew, Marcus. I truly hate this kid, with a very, deep ass passion. He's always calling the girls in the house prostitutes and whores. Although, most of them were, he didn't have to remind us. I heard he was a virgin and wanted to lose it before he left for FAMU in May. I'm not looking forward to having sex with this bum ass clown. But, out of all people, why did he choose me?

"Cookie?!" Will screamed while smacking me across my face, knocking me onto the floor and out of my thoughts. I held my hand over my sore, red cheek as I stood on my feet again.

Sad to say, I'm used to him hitting me. It happens so much the sting that I used to have after it happening didn't seem to faze me like it used to. I know I should do or say something, but if I do - he'll kill me. Literally. Will is always strapped up with his 9mm and he got niggas that'll shoot even if he shoot him the wrong look. I do wanna take that risk.

 "Yes?" I asked, with a slight sound of annoyance in my voice. 

"Lose ya attitude, lil girl." He stated while forcefully stuffing $15 down my bra then patting my shirt. "I need you to take out the trash and go buy the super stretchy condoms and some heat lubricant. I want you back here within 20 minutes and don't you even dare try to run away because I will find you." He stated while pointing his short, meaty finger at me.

When he said that, chiils went down my spine. I seen what he does to the girls that run awaya nd I dont want to end up in that category. Very few are able to run away while others aren't alive to see the next day.

"Hey!" William yelled. "Go on girl! You ain't got much time to waste. You hoes think y'all bossin' shit around here. I'm the king! I'm the HNIC! I'm the real..." I walked away as he continued to bitch about how big and bad he was while clapping his hands together, making me more annoyed. I hated when he spoke to me like I was a dog or a child. Although, I never had the balls to tell him that.

I headed towards my room that I shared with my bestie Isabella, or known as Issy, my daughter, Bonnie, and my friend Lola. Theses 3 people are the only ones that I truly love, the onlys ones that I truly care about, besides my mother, Lucinda.