I listen to my breathing, as it gets quicker and then my breath hitches.
Slowly one rolls down a steep hill, a tear has escaped from it's lodging.
They start to flood my face and soon im just crying bitterly.
I try to wipe them away but it's not easy and soon im just smudging my makeup further into my flesh.
I try to understand what im really crying for and soon i find my answer.
My parents
My home
My brothers
Myself.
When i was 14, 2 years ago i had a phone call from my auntie in russia saying that my house just burned down, taking my family with it.
I was out of town with my boyfriend
At the time we were going on a bus tour around a fancy town. He soon dumped me when he found out the news; claiming that i was mistake and a loner.
Son of a bitch.
Lucky he still drove me 'home'.
(Which was standing out the front of my home that was ashes and crowded police offices)
I was walking down the street for about an hour and then i just walked all day. I didnt have a place in mind but i sure wanted to get away. I wish i stayed though.
I was completely out of the world (talking constantly about what had happened and why and how)
When a navy SUV pulled up next to me it was late I guessed at the time. t
The sky was black and no one was around (which sucked for me)
The window came down and a man in a black suit look up at me, he asked me if i was lost and i replied with a quick no and then walked on he then got out of the car and chased me, i ran as fast as my thin legs could go. But of course he was quicker 😧
He grabbed me in one fast motion and then started dragging me too his car.
I remember thinking this is not supposed to happen this is what happens to the actors in movies, and i am NOT a f*cking actor. I punched and slapped and through my body around but this guy was the freakin hulk. Damn he was.
And that is how i ended up here. In this hell hole.
.PRESENT.
i look out the cloudy window and see concrete and concrete ware houses.
Just like the one I was in.
My small rectangle room is grey and looks like a hospital. I have a tiny tiny squeaky bed that has the thinnest mattress ever invented. I can literally feel the metal bars underneath.
A squashy pillow that stinks.
A wadrobe that has every lingerie piece you can imagine and a few crop toos and ripped shorts. And a few thing jumpers that are cut at the belly button.
I have the tinyest bathroom that is sooo ugly and an old shower that doesnt even half work.
I am locked in this room all day and am only allowed to come out in the evening when i have to entertain men.
It is horrible being someone's little whore let me tell you.
I was a virgin when i arrived but now my body is like freaking playdough.
I have to do this for the rsst of my life i have no where to go and this is like a fucking prison once your in there's no getting out. Let me assure you i have tried.
On the first week i would act innocent and ask the guards at the door to open it cos i was vomiting or VERY sick. It worked the first time i karate chopped one of them in the thigh and then i brought my elbow down on one's head and i knocked him out cold. Hehe
But then they got use to the trick and use to me running. Damn they were fast. I mean not that i was slow i mean i consider my self as pretty fast but they were just trained killers and runners i guess.
I didnt really know much about where i was the men kept it all pretty hush.
PRESENT.
There was a knock at my door.
Dinner finally
The usall lady comes in all dressed in red. she was about 50.
"What do ya want" she spits
"The lamb stew" i mutter
"Got none" she throws back
I sigh "Well what do you have bastard?"
"Ive got broth and bread"
"well i guess im having that"
"Damn right" she says flatly
As she leaves I start to scoop up the liquid in the small bent spoon.
Mmmmn
It was slightly cold but quite nice.
Probably tinned
As i down the last of the soup
I think what it would be like if i had my family still with me.
It would be nice for a change having peoe to laugh with and joke and beleive this was all fake.
Yeah great, hillary just bring up my family again.
Ughhh i hated this sooo much i just wanted to leave and start somewhere fresh.
Will continue**
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Make Your Mind Up
قصص عامةshe had been there too long, she needed to get away, maybe somewhere along the coach? she had enough money saved up in the bank to buy a house. so how to do it? how to escape. the story of Hillary senton.
