I stuff the wad of bills into my pocket and slip my shoes on, done with my first house for the night. I take a paper out of my pocket by random. I sigh and start heading in that direction. Doug lives in the same neighbourhood as Geoff so at least I have some clue as to where he lives. I've never even heard of the street Manny lives on, and that's saying something considering I've lived here for 2 years.
I stick my hands on my pockets and amble down the street, taking my time. I don't particularly enjoy this type of work, but when I was thrown out of my house, I was at a loss of what to do with myself. After my mom died when I was 6 my dad went crazy. He started drinking and soon became abusive. Enough so that he would beat on my sister and I when he was drunk. My sister didn't put up with it for very long. She called the police and Children's Services got involved. He went to rehab and 3 months later we went to live back with him. It didn't take long for him to return to drinking.
By that time I was 7 and my sister was 16. The police were called again, and again he went to rehab. Almost 6 months after that he was deemed cured and I was sent back to live with him again. My sister got the choice of living with him or with our aunt. She chose our aunt. I didn't get a choice since I was only 8 and on the outside he seemed like the perfect father.
He made a big effort of attending my school functions and portraying the widowed father roll. Everyone believed him, even Children's Services and soon they shut our case file for good. But at home when he didn't have to pretend, it was much worse. He beat me on a regular basis. Sometimes almost daily. I was too scared to tell anyone, so the abuse went on for almost two years when he met his new wife, Doreen. By this time I had just turned 10.
After he met her, he pretty much ignored me. It was a nice change and I was finally starting to feel happy again. One day after school I came home to find a small bag on my doorstep with my clothing in it. My dad had changed the locks while I was gone and the windows were all locked. That day, June 12th, was almost 7 years ago.
I sigh and knock on Doug's door. He comes to the door a few seconds later and lets me in. His place smells like stale smoke. "The bedroom's down the hall, first door on the right. Give me a few minutes." As I'm passing the living room I spot Shay and some girl sitting beside eachother on one of the couches. He's got his arm around her shoulders and she's whispering into his ear. I think of waving hello but they don't see me, so I open Doug's bedroom door and close it behind me.
His room smells worse than the rest of the house, but I'm pretty used to it, so it doesn't bother me much. There's clothes all over the floor and an overflowing ashtray. There's nowhere to put my jacket so I keep it on and cross the small room, leaning against the wall opposite the door. Ten minutes later, just as I'm about to leave, Doug opens the door and enters the room. "Sorry, hadda get rid of those two." I stand up straight as he walks toward me.
"No worries." He lays down on the bed and removes his shirt. I'm not very excited about my clothes being on his lack of floor, but it doesn't really work if they're on me, so I take off my jacket and lay it carefully on the edge of the bed, followed by my pants and shirt. I've been blessed with a small enough chest that I don't need to wear a bra, which suits me just fine. I've heard they're annoying and just a nuisance, so I'm glad I don't need to wear one. It's also handy when I need to dress quickly.
Doug's eyes travel across my body in a way that makes me uncomfortable. It kind of throws me off and I become clumsy and shy. "Somethin' wrong?" I shake my head and crawl over to him. "Good. I've heard you're good and I wanna get my money's worth." I've been told things like that before and it's never really bothered me until now. It troubles my already troubled state of mind and I hesitate while removing his pants. A frown makes its' way onto Doug's face so I kneel over his lap. A smile replaces the frown and he takes me by surprise when he flips me over onto my back. "Much better." It comes out in a low growl and I'm suddenly scared for my safety. Something about this doesn't seem right to me.
"I prefer top." His hands slide up and down my body.
"I'm paying you, you do what I want." I try to wiggle myself out from under him, but he's way bigger than me and a lot stronger. "Where do you think you're goin'?" He pins my arms over my head with his hands and lays his body on me. I can hardly breathe cause he so heavy. He presses his lips hard against mine and then pulls back. "You're not goin' anywhere. I'm gonna get me my money's worth." I nod, a plan forming in my head. I was taken advantage of before and I won't ever let it happen again.
He let's go of my hands and sits back on the bed. I spot a belt laying on the floor and grab it. He smiles and holds out his hand. I shake my head. "Nope, this is for you." I look behind him at his bed frame. It's not very big, but it'll do. "Lay down and put your hands above your head." He does as I tell him and I move to tie his hands to the bed frame with the belt. I pull to make sure he can't get out easily and then slide back down his body, my head over his lap. I almost throw up at the thought of having to touch him, but leaving him like this isn't enough. He's got to be hurting, too.
He moans deeply as I remove his boxers. I work his body all the right ways, keeping my mind elsewhere, hoping the belt will hold up. I've never bitten a guy out of anger and it's not something I'm exactly excited about doing. When he's close I bend my head down, take a deep breath, and bite him hard. For good measure I dig my long nails into his leg, breaking the skin and making him bleed. "Ow! You fucking bitch! What the fuck is your problem!? Ow, fuck!" I grab my clothes and glare down at him while pulling on my pants.
"You are, you stupid asshole." I pull on my tank top and grab my jacket, bolting from his bedroom, down the hall, and out of his house. Half a block down I stop running and slow to a walk, looking behind me but seeing no one. I'm glad it's 3 in the morning and there's no one around.
"Stupid bitch, get the fuck back here. I'm not done with you!" I spot Doug running up behind me and take off down the street. I'm a pretty fast runner but Doug's got to be at least 6 foot and he's catching up to me quickly. I wonder what the hell I'm going to do when I turn the corner and spot Geoff's house. I thank my lucky stars and make myself run faster, hopping the fence and hiding under a bush. There's two lights on in the basement and I wonder how I'm going to get in there without Doug knowing. I don't really want to hide out under the bush until morning.
I jump slightly as Doug hops the fence and lands a few feet from my hiding place. "Where are you, you whore? Think you can fucking bite me and get away with it?" I push myself as far into the fence as I can and hope that there's no light in the backyard.
"Doug? What the fuck are you doing out here? It's 3 in the morning and my parents are sleeping."
"That little bitch bit my dick and ran off. She's in your yard and I'm looking for her."
"What? Mick?" I watch Doug limp around the yard, peering under bushes.
"Yeah, whatever her name was. She fucking bit me."
"Any reason she might'a done that Doug?"
"I was just havin' a little fun."
"Well maybe she's not used to your type of fun. Now get outta my yard before I call the cops." My heart almost stops as Doug walks closer to the bush I'm hiding under. "Now Doug, get out."
"Fuck you Geoff. Whatever, I'm outta here." I breathe a quiet sigh of relief as Doug's feet walk away from my hiding place, around the side of the house, and out into the street.
"Mickey? Are you out there? He's gone." I crawl slowly out from under the bush and when Geoff spots me he walks over to me. "I'm sorry, Mick. If I had of known he was going to call on you I would have told you not to show up." I shrug.
"Doesn't matter. I'm gonna go. Thanks." I turn around to hop back over the fence but Geoff grabs my arm. I look back at him and then down at my arm. He doesn't let go.
"He doesn't give up easily, it'd be safer for you to lay low until he gives up."
"I can take care of myself." A small smile pulls at his lips.
"You really bit him?" I nod and cross my arms.
"Scratched him, too."
"Can't say he didn't deserve it. Come on, I'll feel a lot better when I know you're safe." I shrug but follow him into the house anyway. In all honesty I'd feel safer inside with him than outside where Doug could be waiting for me. But I doubt I'll admit that to anyone.