Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
My innocence.
“Goddamn it, Jasmine, you’re making him such a fucking pussy, you stupid, worthless, piece of shit!”
He crudely grabbed her by the hair, making Lauren scream. “No, Daddy, stop it, stop it.” She grabbed onto my mom’s leg, pulling her away from him and I placed my hands over my ears, wanting it to go away. To take me away…
“STOP IT!” I screamed, gasping for air, sitting straight up in my bed. I was sweating profusely, my mind disoriented, and my bed soaked. I couldn’t tell the difference between my dream and reality. I was shaking all over and I couldn’t catch my breath.
I was terrified, just like when I was a kid. I couldn’t stand being asleep and now I couldn’t stand being awake. It was too much; it was too real. I was right back in that room with him. Right back to praying and hoping and wanting it to go away, feeling helpless and alone.
Always alone.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…” I panted, jumping out of bed with my skin crawling and my head pounding. I covered my head with my hands, trying desperately to block the images, one by one, hitting me one right after the other. I slid down my wall, shielding my mind with my arms and body and crawling into a tight ball on the floor.
“Oh my God, Jesus Christ. I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… Mom… I’m so sorry…” I said endlessly, knowing that I was by myself and it was a nightmare.
But it wasn’t just a nightmare…
It was a memory.
I couldn’t keep running away from them.
Because they always found me.
CHAPTER TWELVE
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“You’re that Stevens?” Madam questioned with a neutral gaze.
I had been with VIP for two weeks. I had yet to be with a client, but I had been primed and pampered. My hair was cut into layers, framing my face, but the length was still down to my waist. My hair shined, bright and blond all over. I was waxed everywhere, leaving only hair on my head and my eyebrows. My wardrobe was designer and couture everything and I was moved into a condo downtown.
I saw her doctor and was tested for everything under the sun. A check-up for nearly everything and some things I had never even heard of. I didn’t want my family to know what I was doing so I was still attending college. My life outside of VIP remained the same.
She gave me a brand new Porsche, jewelry, and makeup galore. Madam said my looks resembled something out of Vogue magazine and there wasn’t much need for a makeover. She called me her treasured jewel.
I had been spending a lot of time with her and she told me I would be one of her favorites. At times, she felt like a mother to me, and then there were times like this one, where she scared the shit out of me. She had called me into her office; she said we needed to have a meeting and talk. I didn’t have the slightest idea as to what she wanted to discuss.
Until now.
“I—”
“That wasn’t a question,” she interrupted, lifting a finger in front of her.
I sat in the same chair that I did when I first officially met her, except this encounter was much different.
“Am I fired?” I asked with my hands in my lap and my head bowed. I hated feeling like I had disappointed her. As if I was a small child in trouble and being reprimanded.
She laughed and that made me look up at her, catching her head falling back from the momentum.
“Really? For lying? No, Brooke baby, you’re not fired for lying… it’s actually a prerequisite that I need from my girls; the capability to lie. See…” she whispered, leaning herself closer to me over her desk, “I’m a liar, too. But the difference between you lying to everyone and then lying to me is that I always know the truth. So think twice, maybe even three times before you lie to me again. Do you understand me?”
I nodded, not knowing how to respond.
“Good. Now, back to your father. He’s been a client of VIP for a very long time. I’ve actually even met your mother…”
My mother?
“Don’t look so surprised. Daddy is allowed to play… Brooke baby, so if you’re here for some vengeance for your mother, she doesn’t need it. She knows exactly what he does, she’s fully aware of the lifestyle he leads when she’s not around. I’ve even asked her if she wanted to participate, I do share, as you will personally find out.”
“My mother would never—”
“Your mother would never what?” she interjected, folding her arms over her chest and leaning back in her chair. “First rule of life, darling, is never say never. That’s your first mistake, your second is to never underestimate the power of pussy, especially Very Important Pussy.” She raised an eyebrow. “Now… I’ll ask you again. Are you here because you want to be or because you’re some sort of vigilante? I have no room for drama in my life. This establishment is a well-known, respected business; it’s not some sorority seeking attention and problems. Usually, I know what my VIPs want, but since you came to me, it’s a little different. VIPs are born, not made. I seek you out, and since this scenario is the other way around, I had to take matters into my own hands. Did you think I wouldn’t find out who you were? Do you think I’m that fucking stupid? Let’s start there, shall we?”