Macey

"I'm aborting it." I said cutting her off.

No... I refuse to carry Ricky's kid. It's a fucked up decision, but I don't care right now. I mean yea having a baby was always a dream of mine. Why? Because when you carry a child you create a bond. It's more than physical. When it's born, the love is unconditional and the bond is unbreakable. It's the best moment ever to know that someone will love you no matter what. They'll love you despite the things you've ever been through or done.

I do wish I can have those moments, but I technically have a kid, Mavey. I'm raising him, and I don't have a home nor money for a baby if I can barely keep myself in good shape.

So I'm getting an abortion. Point, blank, period.

Kaylee

"Are you so sure that you want to do that?" I asked.

I could understand why she wants to do it. If I was in her shoes then I would probably be quick to make that decision too. I couldn't imagine carrying my rapist's child.

"I'm positive..." She whispered hanging her head low.

It's sad that she has to make this decision. She always wanted a baby, but her age, financial state, emotional and mental state isn't prepared to raise a child. In better terms she'd be a child having a child. I don't want that for her, but I also don't want her to grow older and regret what she chose. I know it has to be one of the worst feelings a woman could ever have.

"Baby girl you don't have to do it. I can help and raise it with you. I already work, and it's enough room in the house-"

"I'm aborting it Kaylee! I'm not having Ricky's baby!" She yelled making me flinch at the sound of her voice.

"Ricky?" I asked cluelessly. "I thought his name was Wayne?" I looked at her now glossy eyes.

"It is..." She spoke softly, "His name is Ricky-"

"Ricky?!" I repeated. "How the fuck do you know Ricky?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

"How do you know-"

"No! Macey we not finna do reverse shit, tell me how the hell you know Ricky?" I yelled at her as she jumped. Her lip quivered and she held the blanket to her face.

I felt bad now for yelling at her, but you have to understand there's no way she could know Ricky. She isn't the type of person to prostitute herself. She would never go below her morals and values as a person. If Ricky did do this on God I'm killing him, regardless of him being an oldfriend or business partner.

Macey pulled the covers off her face revealing her puffy red eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She's afraid to speak. She shouldn't be, but I think I'm coming off a little to strong.

"I'm sorry for yelling baby, but I just need to know how you know Ricky," I said.

"I-I... I needed money one day to get food for me a Maverick." She shed a tear.
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I looked in the cabinet for some food because Mavericak was hungry, it was completely empty.

I rolled my eyes and slammed the cabinet shut. I looked every where else and had no luck of finding any type of food. Fuck...

I jogged upstairs to my room and seen Maverick on my bed sleeping peacefully. When he wakes up he's gonna be hungry. Well without food he'll starve, obviously. I don't want him to know what starving feels like. If there wasn't enough food I'd share most of mine with him.

I grabbed my jacket and closed the door. My mom was pissed drunk passed out in her room. I don't know if shed drugged or something cause she hasn't woke in hours, but I could careless.

I jogged down stairs and walked out the front door.

I strolled down the street and started thinking of my plan. Well for one I don't really need a plan to shoplift food. I've done it multiple times and I'm not so happy that I did. I'm stealing food, but it's food that I need. I hate doing it, but I don't have a job and a weekly paycheck to pay for food. My mom spends all her money on drugs and alcohol and bailing her nigga out of jail or money on her side nigga commecary.

It was chilly out. The sun was shining, but the wind was blowing. Like them days where it's sunny, but hella cold? Cloudy much as well.

I continued to stroll down the street when I noticed a black car following me. It creeped me out, but I tried to pay no attention to it once so ever.

I looked forward and blocked out any noises I heard.

"Say lil mama," I heard a random deep voice come from no where.
I looked over to my left and there was a man in a black Mercedes with the window rolled down.

Why is he stopping me? I was never taught to avoid strangers, better yet run from them. I seem calm, but really I'm scared he might try something.

I avoided him and kept walking.

"Wait!" He yelled out. I stopped and turned to him pulling up with a stern look on my face.

"What the hell do you want negro?" I asked.

"Ouch," He helled his hand over his chest. I rolled my eyes and he started laughing.

"Fuck is so fun- you know what I have shit to do, I don't have time for this."

"No, seriously wait,"  He put his car in park and got out jogging in front of the car now standing in front of me.

"I see you around town," I looked around the area I was in and back at him taking a step back, "I couldn't help but notice that your short on pocket money, let me guess for your son?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows. Ok this is really getting creepy.

He stepped closer to me and laid his hand on my shoulder. I hit his hand and looked at him crazy, "Nigga I don't know you nor what you're trying to do, but one thing don't ever put them crusty ass orangutan fingers on my damn body!" I yelled at him as he smirked.

"Look I can help you make money," He said rubbing his hands together. He reached in his pocket and pulled out three crisp one hundred dollar bills.

My eyes stayed glued to the amount of money I can barely ever see or have in months to a year.

"I'm listening," I spoke crossing my arms across my chest. He smiled and nodded his head.

"I can help you make this much-" He said waving the money around, "-in a day.. Maybe even more." He said.

I squinted my eyes at him wanting to immediately agree. Shit I need that money, but I can't be a retard.

"What's the catch?"

He smirked, "Hop in..." He said opening the passenger side door

"No I don't trust you and I barely fucking-"

"Do you want to make this money or not?" He asked cutting me off.

I eyed him and nodded hesitantly, "Then get in, I promise I won't kidnap you or hurt you. I know you trying to get back home to your s-"

"Brother. He's my little brother, I'm 15 do I look like I fuck with niggas?" I corrected him.

"Brother, I apologize, but hop in please..." He gestured me to get in the car.

I looked around the area I was in, "Fine..." I huffed.

I got in and he closed the door. I contemplated wether or not I'm a dumb bitch for getting in this strange ass nigga car. I need the money, but I need my life too.

What if I die?

What if he kidnaps me?

All these unanswered questions and me being the dumbass will soon find out those answers the hard way.

I was thinking so much I hadn't noticed that we were already on the road. It was a quiet ride. A couple minutes later we were pulling up into the back of a warehouse. Why a warehouse?

He got out the car leaving me there by myself. Oh no no no, he's knows this place better than me, so I'd rather stick to his side for a somewhat greater percentage of me living.

I quickly got put and ran to catch up with him. Then Mavey crossed my mind.

Maverick. I left him to do something stupid. Fuck... No I gotta get back home. Fuck this I'd rather just steal than risk my life doing whatever illegal work this nigga runs.

"Ok I'm sorry, but I need to get back home." I said stopping in my tracks, "I'm not gonna have you long." He said pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door walking right in.

I choked on the smell of weed that filled the air, "Not a smoker I see." He chuckled.

"Fuck you, can we hurry up So I can go?" I asked irritated.

He closed the door after I walked in. We walked through a room first, but it was just a room set up like a living room.

There was a door he opened and when I walked in girls of all sizes from  thin to thick, in lingerie and heels, make up done, hair done, and cash.

Stacks and stacks of cash every fucking where.

My eyes widened at what I was seeing.

Ass and cash, every dyke's dream.

Although I wouldn't really consider myself a dyke nor a person who can get such things.

I bit my lip in nervousness while this guy went to hollering.

"Get that shit in bags,"

"Victoria yo ass got an appointment in 30 minutes and if yo ass late you better expect repercussions."

"Fin let me know some nigga," He said hitting some average size mix breed nigga.

"We got 10 coming in from atlanta and 5 from California. I also got a call from Fernando he got a couple offers for you." He said.

Ole dude nodded his head, "That's it though?" He asked.

"Actually no, we got a trade. Vicky and Sabrina for 2 thick jawns from Puerto Rico and Colombia." He said pointing out these scrawny girls sitting on a couch. One was twirling her dirty blonde hair and the other just popping her damn bubble gum. They both look ugly as hell.

I wasn't exactly sure what all this shit was, but I figured it was something I would never do.

"How much?" He said sliding his hands I'm his pocket.

The guy clicked his tongue a few times nodding his head, "Three figures man,"

"Three?! Get that nigga on the phone, he not finna finesse me three figures and he probably gives me crackhead porn stars from New York. While you do that I gotta talk to our new worker." He said as both of them looked at me.

I looked at the both of them as if they were crazy.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Have you ever worked with dykes before," The one guy said eyeing me down.

I backed away covering myself with my arms as if I was standing I front of them naked.

"There's always a first for everything," He smirked rubbing his chin.

The other guy laughed and walked away.

He gestured for me to follow him So I did. We walked thrpugh the room and ended up in an office.

I looked around and felt uncomfortable, but it's better than being in that room of half naked women.

....(silence)

Ok, So maybe I should go back in the room full of women...

"I'm sorry I never did introduce myself properly, I'm Wayne." He said holding out his hand. I looked at his hand and back up at him.

He sheepishly withdrew his hand back and walked around his desk. He sat down and told me to take a seat on his brown leather loveseat. I happily obliged.

"Now before you start making what you just seen in there, you need to understand what it is that I run." He said leaning back in his chair kicking up his feet. Classic "Boss" type shit.

I nodded for him to proceed, "So obviously they're prostitutes. I, myself, am apart of the big prostitution ring down here and also nationally. Our girls are fine and our payrolls are legit. We work with all ages. Yea shit is dirty, but fuck all that. I need my money and you also need yours I see." He said.

"Wait wait wait, you expect me to prostitute myself? Are you fucking crazy?!" I snapped at him.

"I'd never disrespect my body to make a few dollars! Nigga isn't clear that I'm gay as fuck?"

"Don't worry mami. All of our clients are tested, and they aren't cheap niggas either." He said shaking his head.

"I can't tell," I mumbled.

He quickly pulled his feet down and spun around grabbing a bag. He threw it on the desk making me jump.

He unzipped it and lord behold there was at least a hundred thousand in this one duffle bag.

"Two hundred thousand." He said.

"I have a special friend who'd love a dyke in bed. Go to the appointment, dress sexy, do what he says and this is all yours." He said smirking and running his hand along the money in stacks.

I mentally drooled at the fact that in less than maybe an hour or two I can have more money than I've ever seen in my lifetime. I could take care of Maverick and me with no worries.

I gaped at him and he smiled.

Am I really going to throw my myself out there for men to sexually touch me for money? As much I hate it, I need this damn money.

"C'mon, No one has to know." He said persuasively.

"What do I have to do?" I spoke softly in utter defeat.

"Like I was saying, I'll text you an address. Get there dressed in something sexy. Matter in fact," He opened his office door and yelled out for Tamera.

She was bad as hell. Lightskin with a fat ass, flat stomach, a sleeve with a couple other tatts, straightened jet black hair, make up done nicely, shit everything just... Damn.

Being a prostitute just turned that feeling way the fuck off.

"I want you to help..."

"Macey," I said nervously.

"-Macey find something sexy to wear for her first time. Not to revealing though she's special. Also do something with her hair and dab her up a lil bit with some blush or something shit I don't know. I just know she better look good."

"Yes daddy," She smiled then looked at me.

I looked at her then back at Wayne, "Anyways, after that meet up with my friend, do as he says and you'll be done after his time is up." He said.

"Time?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"Four hours maxed, it's whatever he pays for."

Something didn't sit right. Even if I actually decide to go through with this, then why would he pay me two hundred thousand for anything up to 4 hours. That doesn't make sense. I don't want to be played, but I don't want to pass up an opportunity to provide for Maverick. I'm 15 I can't get a job, my mother with all her bullshit, no family, no nothing.

I have to do this.

"What time do I need to meet up with your friend?" I asked cringing at the fact that I'm really breaking boundaries with myself.

He gaped, but smirked knowing he had a new worker.

"Six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Six?! That's to damn early, I thought this kinda shit happens at night?" I asked.

"It does, but he has to run his shit too. So the a.m is the only time he's available." He said.

"Look you can ask questions later, but come here about an hour early so Tamera can get you all dolled up and ready to go. We have condoms and birth control for you if that's what you want."

Condoms and birth control. I swallowed the lump in my throat hearing those words. It just made me feel like the most dirtiest person ever.

I'm really about to start selling my body.

"So, you down or what?" He asked sitting on his desk.

I looked at him then at the Tamera chick and back at the duffle bag full of money. I thought one good time on this risky ass decision, but it's the best thing I can do right now.

"Ok, I'll do it."

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"Ever since then I've been prostituting myself. This morning I was late for an appointment, well three... He got mad and then he r-raped me." Her voice cracked.

Oh my God...

My girlfriend has been selling herself to some dirty ass rich niggas. Ones that I worked with! This is my fault. She could have gotten money any other type of way besides this. Now she's starting to see the real problems behind doing what she does, and Ricky? Ricky is going to get what's coming for him. I'm going to make sure he feels the pain he made Macey feel.

"I'm going to kill him."
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This was a looong ass chapter, but I'm excited that I wrote it and got it done. I know some of y'all up, don't try to use that "Nahh I gotta get the word tomorrow." Excuse. Hell I'm surprised I'm up I live with my pastor(he my uncle though don't worry)

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