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It's hard to make friends when you disappear for months at a time, but most people in this town didn't know you...or why you were always running away.
Around the time I started high school, my dad began looking at me differently. Then one night, one of his friends came by the house. My dad had me get all dressed up while they drank a few beers and watched some game on the TV. For some reason, his friend wanted to take me out to dinner and promised he'd take good care of me on the way out. Boy was that a lie.
We did go out for dinner. That part wasn't bad, but what came after...well...that's too horrible of a story to tell.
From there the whole scheme snowballed. I don't know where my dad was finding all of these people, but every weekend my days were filled 'friend-dates'. Fucking pedos. After each encounter my dad would give me money, and I started stashing it hoping I could save up enough and one day, never come back.
The older I got, the harder it was to save the money. Because the older I got, the more I wanted out, and I would dip into the stash over and over again just to have a few days away from the gazes of older men.
I did save up enough to buy a piece of shit car. But, this car has saved my life. Once I had the car and enough money saved again to runaway, I ran away every chance I got.
My dad's yells echoing in my mind, “You'll be back you stupid whore. You'll run out of money and then you'll be back.”
What hurts the most...he wasn't wrong. I could make it a week or two at a time, especially when I could couch surf between Rue, Lexi/Cassie, Maddy, and Kat's, but that would always fizzle out after a couple days at each place.
Then I'd spend my nights in my car, finding rest stops or secluded places to park and sleep for the night. Though, I haven't slept much in years...the fear of being kidnapped out of my car and murdered never leaves my mind. In an attempt to protect myself, I have pepper spray, a bat, and a tire iron in the cars back seat. Gives me a small piece of mind.
So, thanks to my lack of money I find myself getting ready in a gas station bathroom to go meet one of my dad's clients, when a text from Rue comes in.
Rue: yo can I get a ride to daniels nye party
I roll my eyes. Sorry Rue, not tonight.
Rue: pretty please
I sigh.
Y/N: where are you
Rue: my place, couple friends with me
Y/N: how many rue...
Rue: just me, fez and ash. they need a ride to the party too, car broke down
I spend some time thinking it over and check the time. Daniel's is maybe 20 minutes from Rue's house.
Rue: i'll love you 4ever y/n pleasseeeee
I shake my head as I type,
Y/N: alright. be there in 10.
Rue: YES THANK YOU!!!!!
-
I pull up to Rue's to find her, Fez, and Ash sitting on the steps. Everyone knows about Fez and his brother, Ash. They run a convenience store, but much more known for their drug deals.
Beyond the surface level knowledge, I don't know much about them. They keep to themselves and I would see them at parties, but I'm not one to actually party. My attendance is always to make sure someone gets home alright. I don't do drugs and sip on the same drink all night, while everyone around me is high or drunk out of their minds. That's why I like finding a spot against a wall or on a couch and just staying there until it's time to go.
On the drive to Daniel's, Rue introduces the three of us.
“Fezco, Ash – this Y/N, our lord and savior this evening.” She leans into me from the passenger seat and grabs my face.
“Alright, alright, let me go.” And I gently push her back to her side of the car. Ash nods a hello, and Fez lights up a joint.
“Oh, actually” Rue situates herself to face Fez in the backseat, “You can't smoke that here. This is her home.”
“Shit, sorry.” Fez mumbles as he puts it out on the sole of his shoe, getting ash on the floor of the car. “Fuck.” He looks at me in the rearview mirror, “Sorry.”
My eyes find his in the reflection. He looks genuinely remorseful. “Don't worry about it.”
An awkward silence fills the car.
“So, why do you live in your car?” Ash asks.
I shrug, not sure what to say. But not to worry, Rue cannot shut up and spills it all to them.
“Ah, well you see little man, Y/N here has been living out of this car for what....4, maybe 5 years now, ever since she bought it her junior year of high school. She runs away every chance she gets.”
Now I'm getting uncomfortable, trying to hold in the embarrassed tears threatening to come up. I look into the rear view again and notice Fez is still looking directly at my reflection.
“Well why do you runaway? Don't you have a house or somethin?” Ash asks.
“Cool it, Ash.” Fez says breaking his gaze. “That's none of our business.” His face lifts back up, eyes settling on mine in the rearview. I manage a small smile. At least someone can read the room.
But Rue, Rue continues on as I press my foot harder on the gas, hoping to get this drive over with much sooner.
“Her dad has a house in town. But he's a dick.”
“Rue, stop.” I say under my breath.
She looks at me and for the first time realizes that I'm all dressed up.
Rue brings her hand in front of her mouth, “Holy shit, no. You have one of those tonight?” She shakes her head. “Damn.”
I'm actively avoiding looking in the rearview mirror anymore, but that doesn't stop the dreaded feeling that Fez has not looked away.
Rue continues on, thinking Ash and Fez need to be filled in on why I'm not sticking around at the party they're going to.
“Y/N, can't hang with us tonight because one of her daddy's fucked up friends is taking her out.”
I see Fez's figure straighten up in the backseat.
“The fuck does that mean?” Ash adds.
“It means...” Rue says, “That her daddy, auctions her off to his friends for some “adult time “ evenings, in exchange for money.” She flops down in her seat. “And has been since high school. I didn't know you were still doing that shit.”
“Jesus, Rue.” I can't take it anymore. “No one wants to hear about this shit.” I adjust myself in the drivers seat. I can feel Fez and Ash's eyes boring into the back of my head. “Plus, I'm almost out of money...it's not like I want to do it. But it pays better than the two other jobs I'm working, and I'll have warm place to sleep tonight. So, what else am I supposed to do, Rue...all the rest stops on the freeway know my car and immediately call the cops and I can only sleep parked in some creepy secluded space a few times before it's guaranteed I get murdered...” I trail off.
“Y/N you know you can always stay with me.”
“No Rue, I can't. I know your mom will always give me a place to stay, but I've stayed at your place 8 times this month. I can tell it's a bit much. So, I need a place to stay at least for the night...and if that means forced conversation with one of my dads clients, maybe more, than that's what I have to do.” I swallow my words, my emotions overtaking the strong facade I was putting on.
“Rue, knock it off.” Fez softly says.
“What?” Rue scrunches her face. “At least she gets to come to the party first.” I make no response and Rue picks up on it. “You do get to chill with us at the party right?”
I'm chewing the inside of my cheek, afraid to speak because my voice might falter.
“Fuck man.” Rue breathes out. The remainder of the car ride is in silence, thankfully.
-
Once the car is in park, Rue launches at me for a hug before getting out of the car.
Ash mutters a, “Thanks.” before disappearing into the group of people walking into the party.
But Fez doesn't move, his hands in his lap, eyes still trained on the rearview mirror.
He says, “Ya dads kinda fucked up.”
I let out a confirmatory laugh, “Yeah...” I gather myself. “Yeah, he is.” My bottom lip tugged between my teeth, an anxious tick I've never been able to kick.
“Would you leave for good...you know, if you didn't have to worry 'bout money and shit?” Fez asks.
“Let me think....would I stop being, whatever you want to call it, a prostitute, an escort, a whore....if I didn't have to worry about money or where I'm going to sleep every night...” I find the courage to turn my body towards him and look him in the eye. “Yeah...in a heartbeat.”
Fez nods silently, a hand reaches up to scratch the back of his head.
Sensing the conversations over, I add, “But, nothing I can do about it tonight, so if you don't mind...” I point to the door, signaling for him to please get out.
Fez slowly gets out of the car, thinking. Before taking his post somewhere in the house, he watches you pull out of the driveway and drive off into the night. His last thoughts before going inside is that he hopes you make it home okay and that he should have given you his number incase you ever needed help.
Fez finds Ash sitting outside by the pool.
“You gotta get rid of your savior complex, bro.” Ash declares, not looking up from the money he's counting in his hands.
“The fuck you talking 'bout, Ash?”
“You can't save everyone just because you want to. Including that chick who's dad prostitutes her out.”
“Yo, who said anything about saving people, damn.” Fez asserts, embarrassed.
“Your face says it for you, dawg. Quit playin'. You couldn't take your eyes off her.”
“Whatever man.” Fez throws his hand in the air. “Let's sell some shit and get outta here.” They knuckle bump before going their separate ways.
Fez finds his way to a couch inside and sets up for the night by lighting a joint.
A few hours later, Rue dances over and plops herself next to him on the couch.
“Yo, Rue. What did you mean earlier when you said Y/N's dad like auctions her off and shit?”
Rue takes a joint from Fez, “Well, uh her dad lends her out to his creepy friends for money. She goes out with them and does god knows what. Her dad gets paid, she gets a cut and a night in her old bedroom. She still does it because her other jobs can't keep her afloat. She stretches it out as long as possible, but every few months she has one of these get togethers. Then she disappears for a while before coming back. Simple as that.”
Fez simply nods his head.
Then Rue continues her word vomit. “I guess prostitution is money maker though. She's shown me the money after a visit and DAMN. Maybe I should do it.” She jokes.
Fez is stone cold serious, “Don't fucking joke about that, Rue. It's not fucking funny.”
Rue holds her hands up in defense before leaving the couch in search of her new friend Elliot, a fellow drug addict she met this evening.
Fez is left alone with his thoughts, only interrupted by others looking to score off of him. Between sales all he's thinking about is the girl who picked them up. She seems nice enough, a little jaded, but she gave them a ride with little fuss. She doesn't seem like a bad person, just dealt a bad lot in life, like him. Rue's talked about Y/N before, but he's never actually met her. Before Rue started running her mouth and dishing out about Y/N's personal life, Y/N was sweet, and kind, and full on singing along with Rue to the music blasting from the stereo. But, Rue wouldn't stop talking and he saw the shine leave Y/N's eyes, leaving them glossed over. Fez wondered what she was thinking about, or if she was just pretending she was anywhere else at that moment. Fez wondered how often she felt the need to escape that way.
-
Thankfully, the escort date I have tonight is with a familiar client. He's one of the nicer ones, who usually just wants someone to talk to and if he wants an overnight stay, it's usually just to have a warm body next to him. This particular client is weirdly consent heavy – despite the nature of our interaction...and the fact that many of our interactions were before I turned 18, which wasn't that long ago. But, he's always asked if it was okay to touch her before doing so. Compared to the others, he's a godsend – well, you know considering the circumstances.
Tonight he needs a date to show off at a New Years Party. Why he couldn't get a more age appropriate one, or at the very least a non-escort date who knows. I'm not one to judge. He guides me around the party by the small of my back, showing me off and gloating at each person's head to toe scan of me. He is basking in the attention.
I stay quiet by his side, slowly sipping my glass of champagne as my thoughts drift to the deep blue eyes starring at me through the rear view mirror. He didn't say much of anything. But his eyes...his eyes felt like they could see right through me. Maybe if I had stayed at the party I'd be going home with him instead. No that's silly. Rue straight up said I get sold to men by my dad. If that doesn't scream train wreck and run away, then I don't know what does. He did look put off by it. Straightening himself up after Rues revelation, a hardened look overtaking his eyes.
As expected, the rest of the night with my dad's client goes smoothly.
He was so ecstatic thinking about people's faces as he walked around the party with me, he couldn't wait to get down to it. He whispers to you, “Let's fuck in the car, I can't wait.”
Not like I can say no.
I nod enthusiastically as he takes my hand in his and we run to the car. Our mouths mashing together in the backseat before I shimmy out of my panties and hike up my dress. The client eagerly undoes his belt, and I mockingly make big eyes as he pops out.
“Condom?” I ask.
“Oh shit wasn't even thinking of that.”, he says.
Of course you weren't. “I've got one.” I say, “In my bag.”
He reaches around to the front seat and digs it out of my bag, quickly ripping it opening and sheathing himself into with a few quick pumps.
“Ready?” he asks. Mhm I nod. And he presses into me, softly swearing as he lowers down on top of me.
I turn my head to the side and focus on a piece of lint clinging to the passenger chair in front of me. I've done this so many times, it's become easy to zone out mentally, but still give them the moaning girl they desire. None of them seem to mind the lack of eye contact or minimal touching on my part. Their one goal is to cum, and by god they always get there one way or another. He stutters on top of me as he finishes. He's panting, sweat dripping down his face, singing my pussy sweet praises before getting off of me and righting his pants. I tug my dress back down and smooth my hair, placing my customer friendly smile back on my face.
My eyes find the clock on the dashboard.
12:01am.
Happy New Year.