"Hey Karri, some man was asking about you earlier." Stella said.
I leaned up against the tall brick building. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah he looked like he had money and he looked fine." She said with a chuckle.
"Probably a pimp." I said. She laughed and walked to some car down the street.
I've worked these streets since I was fifteen. My dad cheated on my mom, knocked up some hoe, then left. My mother started drinking and bringing in random men. I got tired of waiting on her hand and foot so I packed some things then left. She didn't really come looking for me, I doubt she cares. Now I am twenty-one. I know that most 'prostitutes' end up either dead, or spending the rest of their life with some disease but not me. I am careful. I go to the doctors regularly and get check ups.
"Hey mama whatchu finna do with that sexy ass of yours." Some sleeze said walking up the sidewalk.
"Whatchu finna pay, daddy?"
He chuckled and rolled his eyes, "You should be paying me to take all of this." He said rubbing all up on me.
I pushed him off. "Nuh-uh." I said. "You wanna touch, you gotta pay." I said.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" He pressed up against me
"Go away." I said.
He didn't stop so I tried pushing him away again. He pushed me up against the wall "stop being a bitch." He said and with that he smacked me.
I kneed him in the balls and he fell to the ground.
"Leave me the hell alone, dumb ass bastard." I said walking down the street.
I walked down the ally and I heard someone walking behind me. I've worked these streets for almost six years, not much scares me anymore. I turned around.
"How much are you going to pay?" I asked.
The man just kept walking closer, "Beyonce?" I stopped in my tracks and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Nobody has called me Beyonce since before I became game on the streets.
"SSS..Shawn?" I said as he walked into the street light.
YOU ARE READING
Is this love?
Random"I love you", you said, and I waited for "but..." but instead came your arms and a "No matter what."
