I snap open my wallet and peek inside, hoping for a miracle, but the only thing in it is my photo ID and three bobby pins. I never thought I’d be “broke” as they call it. I’ve always been the type of girl to have a few jobs and get hired before I even left the room. So being jobless really hit me hard. As I place my wallet back into my purse the bus driver snaps his fingers “ It’s $2.75, either you pay or you get off” he warns. To ashamed to explain I just shrug and walk off the bus without saying anything.
I walk towards Walgreens and the cold breeze blows my blonde hair in every direction possible. I ignore it and continue to walk with my head held high, refusing to cry or face reality. A yellow Lamborghini with a Hispanic looking man honks at me and eyes me with desire as he grins. Nice car, I think. He makes a right turn and stops in my path. As I approach the corner he opens the car door and waves me in. It’s a nice car, I think again. I hesitate but I get in the car anyway. I close the door and we drive to an unknown destination. Soulja Boy plays loudly from the speakers. I listen trying not to come to terms with the decision I just made. He pulls over the car near a white house with a white fence surrounded by colorful flowers. I turn to him surprised “Is this your house?” I ask shocked. “Nah” he replies and unbuckles his seatbelt. He leans over and pulls me towards him kissing my lips aggressively. I taste the cigarettes he smoked and the peppermint gum he chewed. I pull away and say I changed my mind. He laughs and unlocks the car doors and walks out. I get out as well and we walk up the path to the front door. I can’t help but notice the white paint peeling off the door posts. He takes out a house key and unlocks the door. We walk in and he locks the door behind us. “How much do you charge?” he asks scanning my body. I look down at my outfit and realize I must have given off the wrong idea, even though most girls in my college dressed like me if not worse. I try to find a way to explain that I’m not a prostitute but my mouth works quicker than my brain. “$500” I blurt. He grins and opens his fat wallet. He brushes his fingers across what seems to be an endless amount of Benjamin Franklins then shuts it and places back into his jeans. I smile and fake confidence as we make our way into the bedroom. He gets undressed and sits on the bed and tells me to strip for him. I do as he says and try to block out all the screaming voices in my head telling me to run. He is aggressive and I hate myself. I can hardly breathe with his heavy body on top of me. He grunts and I cover my face. He finally rolls off me and I run to the bathroom and lock the door. I can hear him zip his pants in the next room and I hug my body trying to comfort myself. I never really understood what people meant when they said they felt dirty, until now. I take a few tissues and try to use it as a douche to clean myself up. I begin to cry as I notice blood. I knew he was aggressive but I didn’t realize to what extent. “Honey?” I hear a females voice ask. “Yeah baby I’m here. When did you get in?” I hear the man I just gave myself to scream down the hall. I freeze unsure what to do. I throw on my clothes and lift the small bathroom window up. How the hell am I going to fit my hips through that? I wonder as I step on the toilet seat and stick one leg out the window. The window slams down and hits my leg. I bite my lip not to scream but the pain is hard to ignore. I lift it again and pull my leg back into the bathroom. “Damn it” I mutter under my breath.
“You need to leave now” he whispers through the bathroom door. I open the door and peek out. He explains he will take her to the backyard to show her something and I should leave as soon as I hear the back door shut. I nod and wait for what seems to be forever. As soon as I hear the click I run and close the front door behind me. I make my way down the block walking fast not looking back. I stop and realize I never got my money. “Fuck!” I exclaim as tears run down my face. I consider going back but I know it’s not an option. I look around for a street sign to figure out where I am but don’t recognize any of the names. I stick my hands into my mini skirt’s pocket and touch what feels like money. I pull out the papers and coins only to find I had $2.75 the entire time.