Not My Choice {Niall Horan}

Reallity

So here I am. Waiting for that pig to finish what he started. Laying in the bed like a toy which will be thrown away like used condom. Right now, I'm helpless. I can't do anything about it now. I really don't feel anything anymore. In the beginning , I felt ashamed,embarresed. I felt like I was covered in dirt that I can't wash away. Things weren't the same before. I was carefree and cheerful ,until one day everything changed.
< flashback >

"Hey mommy" I said to my incredible mom. Her name was Teressa. We called her Tessa. (Well I called her mom). She had this beautiful curly hair,which I adored. Her face had the perfect shape. Her eyes were cristal blue,like orbs. Her lipes were light pink.She was like the hottest mom ever. She helped me with boys,friends,school,dad and what not. I really adored this woman. We had this rellationship that everyone wish for between mom and daughter. She was my best friend. Well not exactly. My best friend for life was my sister. That's at least what I thought. It turns out I wasn't right. Anyway. She was also hot. She was skiny,pretty,everything a boy would ask for. She also had dark blue eyes and she had blond hair. She was smart. A lot more smarter than me. Her name was layla. She was 16. We loved spending time together. My dad. He was the best father you could ask for. Sure,we had some problems like everyone esle did,but he still was the coolest dad. He would give me play with anything I wanted with and he would always be there for me. You know how you should fell save in the person you love's arms? I felt save in his arms. We were soul mates. When I fighted with him, i felt pain in my chest and we weren't mad at each other for a long time. Max 2 days. We were the happiest family ever. No one could tear us apart. Again that's what I thought.
"Hey sweety." she greeted and kissed me on the cheek. "How's my honey today?"
"Fine/tired." someone said behind me.
"Ow, there's my other sunshine." Mom said with a smile on her face. " Honey get ready. You ,me and your father are going to the festival."
"Hey ,what about me?" I said dissapointed.
"Sweetheart, we are going to see the band that your sister like. What was it called..."
"The Vamps ,mom."my sister interrupted.
"Yeah, that one, and I know you don't like them so why bother. "
"Yeah ,OK." I sighed. She was right. I wasn't a fan ,in fact , quite the opposite.
"Ok,so now we are going. The money are on the table. We won't be late. "She kissed my nose.
"You promise?" I asked with playful stare.
"I promise" And she kissed me again. I hugged my bigger sis for goodbye and pecked my father on the lips.
"Bye sweety!!" They said.
"By people ! Love you!" I said.

It was past twelve and they weren't home. I started to get worried because my mom always kept her promises. I called grandpa and grandma to see if they know something. They didn't liked me much. We haven't seen each other in a long time but I was beyond worried now. I phoned them. The ring,ring,ring,ri
"What?!"she snaped. Hello to you too.
"Hey grandma! I was just calling to see if you know something about mom or dad because they aren't home and I'm worried."
"Why would I know something about it? You mother haven't called me since you were born. I lost contact with her because of you!"She signed " They will be home. Just don't call me anymore. Bye. "
"But grandma.."
"I said bye!" And the conversation ended. I went to bed still worried. I hoped everything was ok. Which was not. On the other day I was awoken by the door bell.
"Finally! " when I opened the door i saw a police officer standing there.
"Hello,how may I help?" I asked.
"Are you Ms Peninghton?" He asked.
"Yeah, I am ." now I was on the edge of explosion.
"I'm sorry to say this,but you family experienced a car accident yesterday. No one has survived. " I had a panic attack. I fainted. The I woke up in a hospital room and prayed that this was just a dream. But it wasn't. A lot of people were on their funeral. I cried for months until i had no tears. I was depressed. I lived with my grandparents for 1 year till They just gor rid of me. They gave me for adoption. I waited for someone to come and take me with them. I waited days,weeks,months,years..until one guy came and said"This is her. This is what we need. "I didn't exactly knew what he ment back then but anyways he took me. He was the nicest person ever for 3 days. After he adopted me,nothing was the same. We went to his house. I entered and saw a lot of women standing there ,half naked.
"Prepare her" He told them. " Sweety meet your new family. "He told me.
"I want her ready exactly in 1 hour in my room."the noded and he disappeared.
"What's going on? To be prepared for what?" They looked at me ,someone with pity in their eyes,other with smirks on their faces. No one answered me and thatwas actually their answer(if you know what I mean).Everything happened so fast. They dressed me in some clothes that didn't even covered half of me. Then i was put in some white room onto the bed. Rick (that is his name) got in the room and looked at me with lustful eyes.
"Let's do this. "And he basically jumped on my body. Now I brought all the pieces together.
"What are you doing?"I asked panicked. He kissed my neck.
"Preparing you for your future job. "And he kissed my lips. Then I was sure. He was trying to make me a prostitute. I started screaming for help,trying to struggle from his grip, but it was just impossible.
" No one will help you princess. " I could hear the smirk on his face.
"Let go you freak!"I tried but nothing worked.
"Don't be bad". He said. I did everything to get out of there ,but nothing worked. It was just disgusting. I was only 14 years old. Ifought but at the end , nothing worked. I cried , and cried. No one helped me. Absolutely no one.

< end of flashback >

And here I am. Still laying lifeless on the bed. I've done my disgusting job.
"There's the money" and the bastard threw some cash money at my face. "Now get out, I don't want my wife seeing a naked whore in our bed" and he pushed me towards the door. What a disrespect towards women, but I guess I am disrespectful towards them too. When I got out the cold air hit my face and I started walking to my next client.
I didn't lie when I said that I don't fell anything anymore. I don't fell pain or pleasure like it supposed to be when you have sex , I just feel lifeless ,like I have nothing more to live for , but this is a life of a prostitute. Some of us didn't choose this, it just happened that way. I sometimes wish of Prince Charming to come and say "There's my princess,come with me and we will be happy forever". I just wish for someone to love me,but this is just a dream. My life is a fucking mess and this is the fucking reality.