The Professional Prostitute

Chapter Seven

*Warning: Contains some sexually explicit content....enjoy!*

TPP: Chapter Seven

"Fine, I promise." he said as I braced myself for everything that was about to come out. "Jasmine, talk." he softly said after a moment of silence.

"When you moved here with Grams & Gramps I thought things would be better. I thought dad would stop drinking and I would finally get everything I wanted." I began.

"You always did get what you want. They spoiled you." he replied with a hint of anger in his voice. "That's why I left."

"Anyway, the drinking didn't stop. It actually got worse. He started getting into fights with mom. At first they'd just get into really really bad arguments and they'd throw things at each other and he'd leave and disappear for days, but once he came back it would all start again. He was mad because his only son left. He said he didn't feel like a man anymore living in a house full of bitches, as he put it. That's when his anger went to a whole different level." I said tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Noah just sat there with a blank expression on his face. I couldn't tell what exactly he was feeling. Was he guilty for leaving us? "You okay?" I asked as he nodded.

"Go on."

"I came home from school one day and found mom at the bottom of the stairs. She had bruises all over her face and body and her head was bleeding so much. I called the ambulance because she was unconscious. Once we reached the hospital, I called dad and you know what he told me? That he's mad I called 911. I should've left her there to die." I cried harder. "I never told mom because I didn't want to hurt her spirits anymore but when I asked her what happened, she lied to me and told me she tripped on the carpet and fell down."

"Dad pushed her?" he muttered to himself.

"Yeah and he beat her all these years since you left. On my 13th birthday, I got my period for the first time. Mom was so excited and surprisingly so was dad. After it left, he came into my room and had a talk with me." I stopped and sighed, trying to hold in the tears. My brother was the first person I shared this with. No one else knew except for my mom and my father himself. He told me...

*Flashback*

"Jasmine, you're a woman now. Your period signified your aging. You're no longer daddy's little girl. I love you, you know that right?" I nodded. My innocent mind unaware of what was coming next. "Good, you still like playing games right?" he asked standing up and walking over to my bedroom door and locking it.

"Yes."

"Okay so let's play a game. Close your eyes." he said as I did what I was told. "Let's play Simon Says."

"Okay."

"Keep your eyes closed. Simon says to take off your shirt." At first it didn't sound right to me, but he was my father, he wouldn't hurt me. At least I thought he wouldn't. So I took my shirt off revealing my training bra. "Good girl. Now Simon says to take off your bra." he said as I did what he said. "Good job honey. Okay, now Simon says take off your shorts." he said as I did that too. "Now take off your panties." he said as i stood still.

"You didn't say Simon says. I win!" I yelled excitedly.

"Jasmine, you know daddy loves you right?" my father asked walking over to me. Something hard was sticking out from between his legs underneath the pants he wore. I nodded and backed away further into my room. "Daddy's gonna show you something, okay?"

"Daddy I don't wanna play anymore. Can I get dressed?" I asked beginning to cry. I was scared of what he would do. I seen a look in his eyes that I had never seen before.