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It's a Friday night, and on Friday nights, the traffick is usually heavy. And you know, when the traffic is heavy the pay is high too... A cool black Lexus sports car pulled up in the stand and the other girls scurry up to it. I stood behind leaning on the letters scribbled wall blowing up a chewing gum and just watching the car. It was beautiful, my fantasy before I got to see the real world, the world inside this world; The car's front window went down and a cute, dark and arrogant face popped outta the window. He looked around and just when I thought he would pick Amanda, our eyes met and he beckoned me to come. The girls booed and dispatched to look for other catches while Amanda shot me glares to kill. I walked up to the car and he said "No bargaining, just hop in". I did exactly so and the car pulled out of the stand. I said nothing, neither did he. Just drove on in understandable silence. We got to what seemed to be his house and his gateman opened the gates for him as he rode roughly in. Soon, we were in his room. "Who takes a whore to his own apartment?" I thought. Within minutes he had freshened up and so had I, we were both ready for business. He was rough and did it with such an anger that burnt from within; Luckily for me, I could handle that. I drifted off to my past, what made me her, what made me this....
I come from a family,an average family of four; My momma, Dad , I and my only sibling, Jude..I lived my dream life, with a loving family and although we had nothing at times, the love was there, and it was real.. That was until Dad died; We were hit so badly that Mom, being the weak person she is developed hypertension and a chronic love for alcohol. Good thing though is, she remains at home when she's drunk and that's hope giving.. My brother Jude, well, ever since he went to live with my Aunt Kerry, he never visits home. I want the best for him so I prefare that. We talk over the phone anyways and he's grown big and cute. When we lost Dad, I felt shattered but I still managed to live until that fateful night when I was forcefully stripped of my pride by four guys. I was just 19 then and I was coming back from the waitress job I acquired to keep body and soul together when I was cornered and raped by four guys. They had beaten me up very badly because I had put up a struggle and I could feel the blood in my mouth; It was so painful and unbearable that till now, I am surprised I didn't die. I had felt the pounding, the slaps, heard the cheers, tasted the blood in my mouth and then I passed out. I woke the next morning burning with pain in front of my mother's door. I couldn't lift my hand to knock. I lay there till Mom opened up, took me in and treated me admist tears. Dad built a house before his death and that helped alot. It was fenced so I dunno how I got to Mom's door; Like that wasn't enough, I decided to be a maid for a rich family in the other part of the city and again, Father and Son used me every night by turns. I left there and life became horrible for me.
Then I died. I stopped living.
The trauma, the stigma, the guilt I felt, the fact that nobody would believe or fight for me and the thought that no one would accept me killed me. I started smoking, keeping bad friends, and then I hit the streets and started this "business " I'm into , using drugs to put me in good shape. And she was born, this girl he's banging with so much anger. The memories embittered me and my anger matched his as I started moving faster ,throwing us both into oblivion , reliving past memories of pain; Right now , I can feel the blood in my mouth again, hear the laughter, feel the slaps, and just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, a vibration shook his body and it was over.. I lay there staring at the ceiling, and sensed rather than saw him go to his bathroom to clean up. He came out, threw a neat bundle of 500 naira notes beside me with the encryption "100 pieces of 500 naira notes, 50,000". Reluctantly, I picked it into my bag and found my way out of his house. My name is Rachael, and this is my life, my world , the world inside this world.
