lamp post 178a

lamp post 178a

A Story by Tiwix

‘This is my shop here right on the corner of Lime street and Birch street. It’s not much to look at but hey I have free lighting so my customers can see I’m open for business. Some day’s it is colder than other but I manage. The police have raided me on a number of times, but despite the fines, I can’t afford to shut up shop and stop trading.

I’m with a customer now, I’ll soon be finished, and hopefully another will be along soon. The last few weeks have been hard, what we the police giving me a hard time. If I don’t make money I do not eat. I am told I’m on the skinny side now and should have a better diet. Sometimes it a choice between feeding me, or feeding my habit. Please don’t judge me I only use it to take away the pain that cut into me like a knife. Things are getting desperate I really need to shut up shop, but am too scared to return home.

Home is why I left really. I wasn’t happy, I tried to tell mum and dad, but they didn’t listen, o yes they heard me, but they were not listening. It happen one day while mum and dad were out of town. A family friend was taking care of us. At first I thought it was just playful fun, but then it became too much for me and I’d as it to stop. “It’s only a bit of fun” came back the reply, but I didn’t see it as fun, and wanted it to stop. I told my mum what had happened, but she laughed it off as a bit of fun also, and the touches were accidental.

I hated being left behind while; my parents went on business weekends. Did they really not love me enough to take me with them? They left me with a monster, who knew just how to get away with things. I had a baby sister only two years old, and was told if I’d say anything she would end up dead. I cried for hours to think she could end up dead because of me. My monster laughed as mum had told him that, I’d mentioned the touches, but she understood it an accident, so if I did say anything it could deem as an accident. What bought my silence was the fear of death, both mine and my little sister.

The pain was too much so I left a note for mum and dad, telling them just what the monster did; and hoped they could keep my sister safe, I closed the door and didn’t look back. It was hard out here, there were more monster than friend, but I was frightened to go back. The drugs and booze helped for a while, but when my savings ran out, I’d had something the monsters wanted, so that is why I set up shop here outside lamp post number 178a. I know I look rough, and I do want to shut up shop. A customer has left their phone behind. Yes it’s time to shut up shop and go home……the phone rings, and a voice say’s “hello”…… I stand there with tears in my eye’s; it is a few moment before I can say “mum it is me I want to come home. My shop is now closed, but it won’t be long before someone like me, comes along and takes over my shop, lamp post number 178a.
By steve1958 (tiwix), © 2011, All rights reserved.

Author notes

I found this a very hard contest ( on another web site) to write for, I hope I have done it justice so many young girls and boys are manipulated my men for their own sexual gratification. Prostitution it is a vicious circle that many are forced into, it is not a trade they want to go into.

© 2011 Tiwix


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Tiwix

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