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    I Cant Stay Away – (Chapter: Chapter 4)

    Chapter 4

    Kyla’s POV

    My life is all messed up. When my father died 4 years ago I couldn’t handle it. I dropped out of high school and left home. I don’t know why I did it but I did.

    Life for me is hell right now. Ever since I found out that I am shit outta luck on getting my inheritance I did the only possible thing that I could do, I became a prostitute. It’s the only job that I could get to make lots of money. And fast.

    I need a place of my own. The homeless shelter is just not that quite appealing from what I’m accustomed to. As I’m working the block I see the familiar car of my best customer, Sean. I used to be in school with him. He says that he is always looking for a quick lay and that I’m the best he has ever had.

    “What will it be baby,” I asked.

    “The usual. And can we add a little something extra?”

    “Oh yeah? And what would that be?”

    “You remember my cousin, Boz right?”

    “Yea.”

    “Can he be invited to this little party?”

    “Look it’s gonna cost double if he joins.”

    “Done. Got that stack for you right here.”

    Once he showed me the money I jumped into his car and he drove off to the cheapest and most raunchy hotel ever. I’m just thinking that I want to get this done and over with.

    To be honest I hate selling my body to men. But I have to do it. I feel like this life has chosen me.

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    Hotel Room

    I went into the bathroom to change as Boz and Sean were out in the room pouring some mixed drinks in the room. I had to look my sexiest right? I mean I am getting paid just to do this.

    As I am changing I snort a couple of lines of coke. I don’t want to remember what is going on while they are having their way with me. A couple of lines later I am heading out of the bathroom feeling pretty good.

    Boz hands me my drink and says, “you looking fine as hell tonight Kyla.” I just look at him like and gave him the best smile I could. Even though on the inside I knew that I was dying. “Here’s your drink.” I nod.

    I grab the liquor and drink it all down. I need to be both drunk and high for this night. So now that I have had my fix of both I am ready to go.

    Boz grabs my drink from my hand and starts kissing me all over. While Sean is taking off my clothes. Next thing I know the room starts to spin. I tried getting up, but it felt like there was a fifty pound weight on my body keeping me down.

    I felt myself blacking out. I tried to open my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t. It’s like I lost all of my motor senses to do anything. Next thing I hear is the door opening and three different voices that weren’t even Sean’s or Boz’s. Last thing on my mind was that I’m fucked. And then everything around me went completely black.

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