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“What the fuck?” He rears back, shocked and horrified at the sight of his cock covered in puke. I get up and race to the door.
“I’m gonna kill Johnny for this!” Vince yells as I run down the hall to the front.
“How’d it go?” the girl at the counter asks.
I ignore her and go out the door. I yank off my heels and run barefoot down the street. I keep running, as fast as I can, wanting to get as far away from here as possible, and I don’t just mean the massage place, but this town, and my dad.
My own father pimped me out. He set me up, knowing what Vince wanted, knowing where he was taking me after dinner. He probably had a deal with Vince. He was probably going to get a cut of the profits. He doesn’t care about me. He was just using me, like he uses everyone.
I hate him, even more than I did before, and even more than Ted. At least Ted didn’t try to force me to have sex for money.
I’m out of breath from running and slow down to a fast walk.
“Hey there, pretty thing,” a guy says, cutting in front of me.
“I’m in a hurry.” I try to go around him but he grabs me, yanking me against his disgusting body.
“You ain’t leaving till I get a taste on this.” He licks his lips, staring down at my boobs.
“Let me go!” I scream, fighting to get away from him. “Someone help me!”
People are walking by like they’re not even seeing this, ignoring my screams for help.
“Shut up, bitch,” the guy says. “No one gonna help a hooker.”
“I’m not a hooker!” I knee him in the groin, as hard as I can.
“Fuck!” He backs away, holding his junk as he leans over. “You’ll pay for that, bitch!”
I take off running, turning down my street, looking back to make sure that guy’s not following me. The cold wind is like ice coating my legs, making them feel frozen and stiff. I’ve been trying to hold my dress in place as I run, but it’s slowing me down so I just let it ride up and sprint the rest of the way.
Ted’s car is parked just up ahead. If I could, I’d get it in and leave, without even taking my stuff, but I don’t have the keys. I hid them in my duffle bag, not wanting my dad to find them and take the car. I know he wants to sell it. I heard him telling Belinda he might have a buyer.
When I get to the apartment, I take the key that I’d stashed in my bra and unlock the door. I quietly open it and go inside. Nobody’s there, but I hear my dad and Belinda in the bedroom, the bed banging against the wall and Belinda doing her usual ‘yeah, baby’ over and over. Vince said she used to work for him. I should’ve known she wasn’t an actual massage therapist.
Hurrying over to my duffle bag, I grab it and stuff it with all the clothes my dad threw on the floor earlier. I rip off my dress and throw on a sweatshirt and jeans. I search the side pocket of the duffle bag for the car key, hoping it’s still there. It is, and I put it in my jeans pocket.
A high-pitched squeal sounds from behind me. I whip around and see Rita crawling toward me. Where the hell did she come from? I didn’t even see her. I notice a pile of blankets behind her. She must have been under them, sleeping.
“Hi, Rita,” I whisper. “I have to go.”
She grabs the sofa cushion and pulls herself up to standing.
“Play!” she squeals, looking at me with her big brown eyes.
She’s so sweet and tiny and innocent. I hate to think of what her life’s going to be like, living here, growing up around people like my dad.
I lean down to her. “I have to go.”
She frowns and shakes her head. We’ve spent the past few days together and she was getting attached to me. I was getting attached to her too. If I could take her with me, I would, but I can’t.
“Bye.” I set my bag down and hug her. “It’ll be okay,” I tell her, hoping it’s true, but knowing it won’t be. Her life will be like mine, maybe even worse.
“Baby, I need a drink,” I hear Belinda say. I grab my bag and race to the door as she comes out of the bedroom.
“What are you doing here?”
I don’t answer her. I just go out the door and down the hall.
