I know what you must have thought of me last time that you read about my story. Some slutty tramp with bad hygiene, that stands on streets. Please I do have some respect for myself, I only settle for good paying men and women. I used to just please men but I soon found out that you could get a lot more work from servicing both, and women pay a lot more than men in tips which really surprised me. Especially the housewives who husbands were out at work. See when you think about it a lot of people would just think that it is the men that are sleeping around but in actual fact it’s pretty much even everyone is as bad as each other.
I grew up in a house with my mum and it wasn’t a massive house and we slept in the same room because we both felt most comfortable this way once my father disappeared one night. We will never know what happened to him, if he ran away or if he got murdered either way my mother didn't hate him for leaving. She said he must of had a reason to leave and he would come back to us if he was meant to one day. My mother also believes that it was going to happen no matter what and all our lives are already planned out. Me. I think its all a pile of shit. I went to school I got good grades which I’m sure you wouldn’t have thought and I studied hard at college and did really well in biology and wanted to become some form of a scientist. But one night when out with some friends and man invited me back to his place and when we were done he gave me some money and left. At first I thought it was for the room but when I got downstairs all had been paid for and I didn't need to pay for anything. This was when it all changed and I would go out on nights and whisper dirty things in the men’s ears about what I would do to them and then say I could make it happen for this price. Some would push me off tell me to take my diseased vagina elsewhere but most of them were to drunk to care and would pay and the more drunk the more of a tip I got.
My mum and I no longer talk to each other and although she says my life was meant to happen this way and was meant to change to be like its not what she wanted and could no longer look at me. It was like I had come out to my mother and said I was a lesbian. I only sleep with people for money, it means I can buy nice things and I pay the rent without having to work stupid hours at work. What’s so wrong about that? But still she said if her life is planned to she will accept it one day.
I'm sure you want to know about what happened to the rest of my journey so I was on the bus back to Colt Street.
When I arrived at Colt Street and took the walk down to the house I saw a car parked outside the house. The smaller girl who was watching television last time I was here is being put inside the car by a female. "Angela" I find myself saying. As I watch her place the young child in the car seat of the car I wonder if it is Angela and she turns and I’m not sure if she is looking at me or something else but either way she doesn’t look long and gets something out of the boot. I take my phone out of its pocket and as she turns after shutting the boot I hit capture and the picture has taken. The slightly blurry picture but a picture none the less of Angela. As I hover over the picture I press enter and click set as background. When I look up the car has already pulled away and is further down the street.
"Miss" I stir from my sleep "This is the last stop, I’m going to have to ask you to get off the bus" I look around and I have fallen asleep on the bus and its back at the bus main station. I glance down and see that I was staring at the image of Angela on my phone before I fell asleep.
"Sorry. I must have fallen asleep" I grab my small bag and follow the driver down to the bottom of the bus. "Thank you"
"Get home safe" I glance at my watch and another bus could take me around to my house but I can't be bothered to wait another 10 minutes and the walk would do me good. Plus the evening isn’t as cold as it could have been and I should enjoy the weather whilst it lasts. As I walk home I pass a set of shops and newsagents. I always walk close to them as I find that’s the safest route to take instead of on the wide path, not that our area is full of thugs but I just like to be safe. Then someone walks out of a shop directly into me.
"Oh gosh I’m so sorry" I begin to say when I realise its the little girl that only comes up to about my hip" The little girl is rubbing her head from the bump. "Did you hurt your head?" I bend down to her level and give a kiss onto her forehead. Then it dawns on me that this is the little girl from Colt Street. Angela’s daughter. The little girl begins to rub her head again but is looking at me now. I stand up and pick her up in my arms. I look at her and say "Shall we find you your mummy?"
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I hope you all enjoyed part two of Bad Love and want to come back and read part three when it arrives.
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