Introduction

When I was twelve years old when he took me. I didn't know him at all or what he wanted from me. I can still remember the day he took me, how could I forget it? He told me to keep my mouth shut. Don’t scream or I will be killed right then and right there.

I didn't know what he wanted me for or why he even took me, but I know one thing I was scared out of my mind. The first day I was there, it felt as if my life was ending right before my eyes. It was the day he put me out on the streets with his other workers. He was my pimp and I was his little crown jewel a.k.a. his prostitute and ‘play thing’ on occasions. He said his name was Slade or at least that's what he told me to call him.

 

It was the end of the day at school and I was rushing out the door, trying to get home. My dad said he had a surprise for me after school. I could still picture all the other kids running out the building to their parent’s car. My parents worked a lot of hour’s day in and day out so; I walked home most of the time. Any time I walked home I took the same route.

 

My parents didn’t think it was all that safe on the streets of Miami for a child. Normally I would walk with a group, but this time I didn’t. I walked past the alley, as I always did and that's when I felt him grab me. He covered my mouth, so no one could hear me scream and I couldn’t call out for help either. No matter how hard I tried, that option was impossible.

 

The tears rolled down my face leaving behind a hot trail, as he tossed me in the back of a van like an old rag doll. There were only two windows and those were in the front. The only thing stopping me from clawing at his face was the gate that was between us. The distance seemed like forever to me, like the single bullet had stopped in the center of my life and was ready to shoot. There was no chance of me ever seeing my family again, and that I was certain of at the time.

 

It took everything in me to not cry over it, because I knew that was the only thing that would put me to sleep later. After what felt like hours, the van had finally stopped and was pulled over on the highway. It was dark outside and not many people were out there. He got out the front and walked around to the back, opening the door. My first instinct was to run as fast as I could, but there was nowhere to run.

 

He grabbed me violently from the van and pulled me around to the passenger side to open to door. It was weird that he actually let me sit in the front seat with him. As far as he knows I could have something on me to kill him or kill us both. The main thing I need to learn to live with is compromise. I’m going to hate every second of this, but this is my new life whether I like it or not.

 

The van finally came to a stop in front of what looked like a house. He got out and walked around to the passenger’s side to open the door for me. Once I got out, I noticed two men standing on the front porch. They both were tall and had a much built body structure. One of them had a scar across his eye that broke away from his breath taking hazel brown eyes.

 

We walked up the concrete stairs stopping at the cherry red door. He pulled out a set of keys to open the door with and pushed it open. Out of all my years of living, I don’t think I have ever seen so many half naked girls! The sad part about all of them is, most of them look far to close to my age. Although some other look older, but that’s still no excuse why they are dressed like that!

“Annabelle! Aleiyah!” He called out. Two girls came strutting down the stairs, thankfully with more clothes than the other girls. Those girls looked almost a like, almost identical! I was so sure they were twins! “I want you two to take the new girl to your room. She will be staying with you two until further notice. Get her ready for Mr. Robinson. He will be coming by for his new…playmate.” He adjusted himself and walked away.

 

The house was bigger than it looked on the outside than it did on the inside to me. We walked up the spiral in complete silence. Neither of us was interested in getting to know each other. I didn’t blame them at all! The last thing I was interested in at the time was making any friends in a place like this.

 

The only thing that was on my mind was getting back home, to my family. Just to feel the warm embrace and comfort of my bed. To feel my mother’s sweet and gentle kiss on my cheek at night to help me sleep easier. That girl that stared back at me in the mirror was everything I NEVER wanted to be. With this entire make up I had coated on my face and these heels that are way too high, I couldn’t even recognize myself anymore!

 

Even this dress was too short! The hem line stopped not to shy of my butt line as well. Ugh! It’s even worse; they made me wear a thong too! It’s so uncomfortable; I don’t see how these girls wear them at all! Just looking at myself made me feel like the true definition of a s**t in training! It made me sick to my stomach just looking at myself!

 

It even got so bad; I was ready to vomit thinking about all the things that was going to happen to me being dressed like this. I need a way out fast, before it’s too late. I was young and scared of everything this lifestyle was about to throw at me. All I wanted was to go back home with my family and that's what I intended to do. I'm 16 now and this was my last chance to find a way out. This time, I'm going to do whatever it takes at all costs.