The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 10•

He had tied my hands down to the bedposts. He took my pants off, ripped my shirt off, and took my little panties off. He started to kiss all over my little body, licking it and I just squirmed, not liking that he was doing these things to me. I kicked him in the balls when he was in the middle of kissing my neck and he backhand slapped me. I sobbed but no sounds came out thanks to the bandana. Long story short, he raped me, and after it all, he told me that if I ever told anyone, he'd kill my parents and my brothers in front of me. I was only 8 so I believed his words. I never said a word to anyone. The slap he gave me though had left a bruise on my cheek and when my parents asked he told them that while he was in the bathroom I had ran and tripped down the stairs. They believed his lie since Eli wasn't awake at the time.

To this day Eli, my parents, and Jonathan still don't know about the rape. 10 years ago I was raped for the first time. Around that age that was the time where my parents started to abuse me. I don't know what made them start, but they just started saying that I was a mistake. I wasn't supposed to happen. I was only born because my dad couldn't pull out fast enough. They would say how useless I was. I grew up with the abuse. At the time I had to figure out a way to hide it. I knew I could've reported my parents but then what? Elijah and I would split up at foster homes and I had to protect him. Ever since my parents started I made sure they never laid a fucking hand on him. At 11 I would sneak out of the house and roam around. I found a gang, but they didn't just sell drugs or weapons. They sold girls and boys as prostitution.

At the time, I was so messed up so I joined. They were more than happy to let me join for the fact that I was 11. Fresh meat they said. They immediately put me in the prostitution section with other women. They all gave me pitiful looks. 'She's only 11 and she's already getting into these things. What shame' was something I'd hear a lot from them. I of course ignored whatever they said and just sold myself to disgusting men. I was doing for a year now and I was tired of it. I never had sex with them since the leader of the gang held SOME sympathy so he only allowed them to finger me, touch me, or I'd have to touch them or give the a handjob or blowjob. I worked the best I could, making sure I had no complaints, and finally I asked my boss if I could go into drug delivery instead. Since I usually made more money than most of the girls he let me do that instead. I moved on from the prostitution section and went to the drug delivery section. I had a partner. Someone who was obviously older. He was 16 when I was 12.

He hated me at first for being so young, but after a while he grew to like me, but luckily not in that way. His name is Dylan. He looked after me throughout every delivery to make sure I didn't get hurt. One day after months of me working in the drug delivery section he asked me why I was into this and I told him. He told me that he was close friends with Andre the gang leader but the power all went to Andre's head and he became someone he wasn't so finally Dylan wanted to leave but he couldn't because Andre threatened to hurt and kill Eva, Dylan's little sister who was only 15 at the time. Dylan had to watch over her. He was the only family she had at the time. They weren't in contact with any other family member other than their cousin Lissette who prefered to be called Lissy, but since she lived far away from them, it was as if they weren't even talking to her. Soon Dylan, Andre, and I started to get close.

I was about 13 and they were both 17. For a 17 year old, Andre had serious power. I saw the warm side of Andre that Dylan always talked about. It was my, what you call, day off so I stayed home and called Dylan to ask if he wanted to come over and hang out since my parents were out at a bar and I knew they wouldn't be coming back until the next afternoon. Anyway he told me he couldn't come over because he got a cold that day so I told him it was fine and I hoped he got better. Later that night Andre came over to hang out so we hung out in my room for a while.

We were laying in my bed, me between his legs, and he had his arms wrapped around me while I laid back against his chest. We were just watching a random movie. Then I felt his chin on my shoulder so he can say something in my ear. He whispered, 'Ashley, I like you. I want to kiss you, touch you, feel you, everything.' I didn't like him back so I told him I don't like him like that, and that I only saw him as a close friend. I don't know, I guess he didn't like the fact that I rejected him and basically shoved him into the friendzone because I felt his body stiffen behind me. He moved so he was in front of me and he put his hands on my shoulder. I felt a bit uncomfortable but I thought hey, he's my friend, he wouldn't touch me.