We pulled up into the driveway of my house, and Sergio leaned over to me and looked down at the three stuffed animals in my arms. "I think you owe me a kiss for all the effort I went through today."
I looked down and sighed. I just got out of hospital from having an anxiety attack because of this shit. Does he have no conscience?
"I'm waiting..." He said in that same tone he used earlier. That dark, deep, musky tone he uses when he takes control to get what he wants. The tone he used when he hurt me.
He grabbed my wrist and tightened his grip around it. That familiar pain rang through my hand and arm. I sighed and leaned over and kissed his lips.
I was about to pull away when he pulled me back and slid his tongue into my mouth. Finally he was done and stroked my cheek.
"Here, let me walk you to your door. Your mom is probably expecting cash." I opened the car door but he pulled me back, staring me dead in the eyes. "Hey, don't look so ungrateful. There's other girls who would kill for this. Your druggie of a mother probably finger fucked herself after the mere sight of me." I stared at him in shock. How could someone be so horrible?
"I've just, I've got that affect on people you know?" He laughed and placed a small kiss on the back of my neck. "Now get out of my car, slut." Just as I was staring into those icy eyes, I was staring at the rough gravel of my driveway, on my knees as he pushed me put of his car.
I quickly stood up and ignored the little bit of blood beginning to trickle from my palms and knees. He came around the car and wrapped an arm around my waist. He knocked on my front door and mother opened it with a wide smile on her face.
"Oh! You guys are back a bit later than I expected. But I dont care! You can have her you if want!" My eyes glazed over as the words rolled over me.
He chuckled and gently guided me through the doorway. "I think I should keep her. But at a later stage. This is a trial period, but so far I'm, intrigued."
I rushed to my room. Tears flooding from my eyes.
As I passed through the hallway I heard him call after me. "Bye princess!"
After an indistinct conversation between them, the front door shut. "Babyyyy!" My mother called, she came into my room, smiling even wider than before, exposing her yellow-tinged teeth. "I don't know what you did, but you got us a crap load of cash." She said with a laugh, sitting on my bed. "Awh cmon, don't be a crybaby. Here you go, you can have a cut of it. I did much worse, for much less at your age."
She chucked a wad of cash at me and walked out. I sat up and looked at it. This was a lot of money actually, but enough to compensate for what I just endured.
I shook my head.
I'm never doing this again. Especially not for another six months. Fuck the contract. I had no say in it.
I picked my phone up off of my bedside table and opened my text messages and scrolled down to Jasmine's contact.
Jasmine was my girlfriend. My highschool sweetheart. Our relationship had never gotten really serious, it was always on and off throughout school. But since high school ended we've been closer.
I dailes her number. Ineeded her right now. I needed her to hold me and tell me this was all a nightmare. That none of it happened and that I was okay.
"Jay?"
"Oh my God babe. Are you okay? Did your mom really go through with it?"
Please come pick me up Jay.
I'm on my way.
I sighed and stood up. I need different clothes.
I changed into one of jay's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. Might as well return her jacket if I'm going to see her.
I chucked a kick bag on my bed and threw some basic necessities inside it. Underwear, clothes, cash, charger, toiletries and etc.
I walked over to my mother's room and saw her passed out... as per usual. I decided to take her cash too. She doesn't deserve it. She never went through the hell I went through. Her brain is so picked from alcohol, the money's only going to go to more booze anyway.
I took her money and stuffed it in my pocket.
Grabbing my the bag, I walked into the lounge. I took my pack of cigarettes and my lighter off the coffee table. I walked outside and sat on the pavement.
With shaky hands I lit myself a cigarette.