You know that feeling that makes you paranoid? Sometimes you’re forced to in order to make someone grovel. Well I used to have that feeling all the time 7 years ago when I was only 11 years of age. No family looked after me or gave a care. I spent most of my days singing to earn money for my own benefits. I usually went to cordial or significant landscapes because it was easier to sing and be herd, but today I went to the mall. Worst mistake I ever thought of. Why did it half to rain? When I got there a noticed some guy looking staring at me. I shook it off. It was then around 5 pm when I started to pack up and leave. The guy that was starting at me walked to me and said “My name is… Well u baby can call me daddy.” I stared at him with a cocked eyebrow wishing he’d give himself some dignity. “Excuse me?” I questioned him. “Listen babe” he continued “I’m looking for girls…for some molding gigs.” “Uhm sorry I anit one of them models.” I snapped at him. “Naw no sweetie also singers and from the look of it u may be a size b from c” I had no clue what that meant but I was like “keep talking.” “Well well well looks like we’re in business.” He said with a voice emerging with an impeccable tone added. Next thing I knew I agreed to run away with him. My rents wouldn’t care. He drove up to a motel and a ginger haired lady was there apparently waiting for us. The guy said “I got a new Caucasian one” as he pushed me toward her. The ginger replied with a “alright I’ll get her ready.” The guy left and it was just the ginger and i. she died my hair a different color brown to be exact, gave me this tight little black dress, and then a pair of stilettoes. “Your legs are a good virtue about u.” the ginger said while putting my hair in a high pony tail. After many hours she let me look at myself. I looked like one of those melodramatic movie stars you’d see on maybe the cover of Italia vogue.it was now midnight and that guy came back, but with a bunch of other girls around 12-13 maybe. Some 14-17. “Get in the car.” He hollered at me. I got in. not the best thing to do. 30 minutes past and we were in a whole different city that I never knew existed. It turns out the world is eternal. I didn’t know that. The car finally came to a stop. I was surprised the girls didn’t scream in chaos. “Daddy” as the other girls called him said “alright ladies you know what to do.” “What about Blondie?” the girl next to me asked. Daddy replied with “you tell her the rules.” The girl and I got out of the car and walked the sidewalks. She told me all about this scandal. From the moment I agreed to runaway I became one of his “sex slaves.” I knew it. I shouldn’t have trust him. “Can’t we make a run for it or something?” I questioned in a loud tone. “I wish we could kid. Even if u make it what are you gonna do. Sue him? Daddy here would be
