Virginity Bought

Chapter 2

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"Get out of the way filth!" A guy yells pushing me into the wall of the store. I was walking the streets, sun rays sucking me dry, and my legs were about to give up, but I kept going. Where? I had no idea.

I no longer have a job after being fired last week from a job I thought would help me off the ground and at least help me stay on my feet but I'm back on the ground. It didn't pay much, but it was a blessing to have it in my state; for someone like me.

I wasn't a bad worker or did anything that would make me get fired but my boss had to leave after being evicted and found a better place to set up shop. It was in the other state and as much as he said he wish he could have taken me with him because I became like a son to him, he couldn't for many reasons. One was I didn't have a passport to travel; second, he used all his money to book a late flight, the only flight going to the state early this year. The next one would be two months from when he told me all this.

The eviction was sudden and if it wasn't then he said he could have paid to be on the ship going to that state the day before, it would be longer, but he could have carried me with him since a passport wasn't really necessary for traveling on the boat but unfortunately for me, I was unlucky. He hugged me and told me to never give up, keep on going and fighting because I was a good human being and I deserve so much more and one day I'll receive it

I wanted to laugh in his face.

I didn't though because for one he treated me like a human, cared for me, and helped me out the best he could while employed. I had a lot of respect for him, and never would I disrespect someone who treated me well. He gave me what little he had to make up for my last pay from him.

He left the next day.

I was alone again. I didn't have anyone because I was on the next side of town from what happened that night five years ago. It was tough for me as a sixteen-year-old on the street. The good jobs were either taken, I wasn't qualified, well I didn't have my qualifications to show, or I was underage.

Mostly because I was underage.

The first year on the street was the toughest. I didn't know what to do since I always had my mother, I cried here and there walking around not knowing where to go or who to go to. My mother didn't have family left and my dad's family would just turn me over to him lord knows what he would have done to me after what I saw him do. I had some funds I saved up, and I found an abandoned house to rest the night, it was completely dark so no one could see me, and I remain quiet, so no one heard me. 

I stayed there for five months until one night when I returned, I saw no trespassing and I realize someone had brought what I considered my new home. It wasn't much but for me, it was the shelter I needed from not only rain and sun but the world, from my father and I was enjoying the darkness. I ran out of money about two months in, so I had to search the trash and beg on the streets which also add to my tears because I hated it.

The second year was pretty much the same but because I was seventeen, I could pass as older, so I got jobs here and there until one of two things. My boss finds out I'm seventeen which usually happens when I refuse to do certain things or cry out, I'm seventeen in the situation it's required. For example, I was working at this bar and my boss wanted me to do more than wait tables after three months there.

He said I had the perfect slim body, soft skin, and lovely blond hair. I was like a little human doll and customers were already lined up for my services, so I screamed at the top of my voice my age. Of course, before I did that, I politely rejected him and told him I'm strictly here to just be a waiter, but he was persistent and forcing me, setting me up with people I keep turning down. I was being harassed, and groped, and spoke  about digesting sexual fantasies for both men and women who entered that bar. One night when a so call customer didn't understand 'no' I screamed it.

I got fired.

I got another job, but the owner ends up relocating and we weren't so close for her to want to bring me along. Another, he died and his daughter which was a witch sold the place before her father's body was even at the hospital, so I had to leave.

My last job in that year wasn't so bad but the owner's daughter took a liking to me, she was controlling and spoiled and because I rejected her advances, she lied to her parents that I kept on coming onto her, so they fired me with a threat to never show my face again.

In the third year, I decided I'd had enough of this side of town, so I went to the next. During those jobs I got the opportunity to buy new clothes because I was growing out of the ones, I took that night and by growing out I don't mean they got tight, but they got short.

Couldn't be tight if I hardly ate but they got short with my height.

I had enough money to get a cab to take me to the station where I took train after train after train until I finally arrived. It was unfamiliar territory, so it took some time to get used to the place and people. I found another old, abandoned place and got jobs here and there since I was of age this time, it was harder now on this side of town because people over here actually wanted ID as proof you are your actual age.

The remaining year and additionally two years to this day, I've been in and out of abandoned buildings and jobs trying to get by. My bathroom was any and everywhere eyes couldn't see me, and it was shameful, but I had to do what I had to do to get through.

If only I could get my qualifications in written form, it would also help me with jobs on this side of town because they take that seriously too but that meant I'd have to go back to a place I've been running from for five years. Back to the school to collect my packages which would raise alarm and even the alarm over my father's head if he was still alive.

I hope not.

How do I have the qualifications to pick it up?

Well, I decided to take my course tests a year early over the net. Every day I went to a cafe and paid for time on the net with my savings to do my exams.

My legs start to wobble a bit, so I pause where I am then rest my back against the wall my hand is keeping me upright on. I am tired and thirsty that it felt like I would pass out, but I had to get home first.

It's still rough, every day I feel like just giving up and giving in but then all my fights for the last five years would be for nothing. I had to keep going, keep running as my mother begged me five years ago.

I didn't want this life.

But it's my life now.

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