A Past To Forget...A seven year old prostitute

Maybe they were right x

Mummy was normal again. She went right back to ignoring me and calling me names. She was acting like nothing had happened earlier. I stood there trembling , dressed up in my school uniform. Mummy pulled on my pigtails and blew some smoke into my face.

"Well, if ten bucks is all Alex is paying then I guess your doing double shifts tonight." Mummy said laughing. My heart thumped. I know it was routine but I couldn't help but tremble everytime Alex walked into the room...I couldn't help but scream every time he did things to me. My eyes filled with tears, I thought mummy cared? I thought she finally knew how much she was hurting me...I thought maybe she would stop. I blinked a couple of times to stop the tears from falling as mummy hiked up my skirt a bit more.

"Mummy..." I whispered my voice quiet against the silence. Mummy glance up at me her lips pressed firmly into a straight line.

"Mummy, it hurts." But instead of holding me tightly like any other mother would, a small smile crept over her face.

"You'll start to like it, trust me." She said in a sickly sweet voice as the doorbell went. I didn't think I would start liking it but I didn't want to back talk mummy.

"Must be Alex." She said in a singsong voice. She was right. As Alex walked into the room I resisted the urge to run away. Mummy's only doing this because it's the only we can make money. She loves me. But even as I chanted those lines in my head I couldn't help but wonder....If she loves me, why doesn't she tell me that? Why doesn't she hug me and tell me everything's going to be alright? Alex came in smirking as he looked me up and down. He looked at mummy approvingly before wrapping his arm around her waist.

"I'm sorry about earlier babe, It's just I was under a lot of pressure. I promise it wont happen again." He whispered as mummy smiled brightly. He kissed mummy as I watched biting my nails nervously. He soon averted his eyes to look at me.

"I want a change of scenery." Alex said smirking and taking me by the wrist. Worry flickered through mummy's eyes for a second before she recomposed herself and smiled.

"Sure, just bring her back by 3." Mummy said still smiling. It was just past 12 now I thought as I shuddered. I didn't want mummy to let Alex take me away but I knew it didn't matter what I wanted.

"I'll have her home whenever I want." Alex growled his mood changing as he grabbed me by my shoulder and draged me out of the door. I wanted mummy to say no and to hug me me and take me away from Alex. But she didn't . She just let him take me away. While she watched and smiled.

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This time was different. Alex stood there watching me with his eyes... I tried to look away but remembering last time I did that he slapped me. He sat down still watching me as I stood there my lower lip quivering in fear. A slow smile spread across his face.

"Tell me how much you want it." He said grinning as confusion ran through my eyes. I stared at him unsure of what to say.

"Tell me how much you want me." He said his amusement running through his voice. I nervously breathed in and out a couple of times before gaining the courage to slightly whisper

"But, I don't." Alex eyes turned into stone as he got up and hit me hard across the face. I could feel the hand drawing blood as I shut my eyes in pain.

"Don't lie to me." His voice was quiet but deadly as he slapped me another time. Tears welled up in my eyes and screamed slightly. My eyes flickered towards the clock after I opened them slowly. It was only half past 12.

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It was 4 o'clock as Alex shoved me out the door. It was cold and he ruined most of my uniform by ripping it apart. I could still feel the cut on my face as I stumbled out of the house.

"A slut like you doesn't deserve a ride home. " He sneered handing me some money. I stared at him. Mummy called me the same thing I thought...Mummy said I was a worthless slut and that my existence was a burden. And even though I didn't know what half of that meant, I knew it wasn't good. My heart ached with pain and I felt tears falling. I walked a few streets down then I sat down on the pavement crying. I wasn't crying because it hurt or because mummy didn't care. I was crying because maybe they were right. Maybe im useless and not good for anything. Maybe the whole reason people hate me is because I'm not pretty and good enough for them. Maybe their not the bad ones...Maybe I am. Rain was drizzling down making my hair all wet. The coldness slowly took over my body as I felt myself shiver. My fingers were a pale blue and my uniform was soaked.

"Hey, little girl... Are you okay?" I heard a soft caring voice scream. Looking up I saw a man. He had blond hair the same shade as me and his eyes were a river of midnight black with sapphires floating in them. I nodded slowly standing up and continueing to walk down the road.

"Do you need a lift?" The man asked his voicve once a again soft and caring. But it was a lie. All of it. He just wanted to hurt me. There was probably a smirk hidden beneath that smile. So I shook my shook my head before barely whispering.

"No, I don't deserve one."