Hooked

..."PLEASE, MARK, PLEASE....." she sobbed as the door slammed in her
face, from somewhere behind the door the baby cried and Kerry heard
Mark shout "FOR FUCK'S SAKE, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT TO DO KER'". Kerry
continued to sob and black tears stained her face, she began to walk
back towards her own flat, the bitter cold wind blew through her
platinum blonde hair. Kerry knew what she would have to do.
That night she stood on the side of the street with Amie and Jemma, a
cigarette balanced between her lipstick covered ruby red lips. Her
eyes, although heavily made up in hypnotizing, shimmering shades of
pink, still looked hollow. Her skin was the same colour as a cloudy
grey sky, her cheeks were defined with red blusher, from these
cheekbones her flesh hung. A car pulled up and Amie approached it and
climbed in, both Jemma and Kerry felt that same feeling everytime their
friend got into a car- the feeling that lingered in the pit of their
stomaches, the fear that they may never see her again. Pretty soon
another car pulled up and Kerry saw her oppurtunity, she strode up to
the car and climbed into the front passenger seat, the owner of the car
said nothing, soon they were in a dark deserted sidestreet and Kerry
wondered if she would ever see daylight again, as he got out of the car
Kerry felt her pocket the smooth,small, silver blade was enough to
reassure her and she too climbed out.
Within seconds Kerry's skirt was up round her arse, she could feel the
guy's stale hot breath against her cheek as he thrust himself into her,
forcing her back against the wall. Kerry thought of her reward, "it
will all be worth it." she whispered under her breath. She could feel
her legs sweating inside the red, thigh-high pvc boots which not only
protected her from the cold but also covered the bruises that were
randomly splattered like ink accross her legs. Minutes later the car
sped off leaving Kerry with a small wad of money encased in her hand.
The key to relief thought Kerry, she shivered from the cold and made
her way to the door which held her prize. Louise answered "MARK-CLIENT"
she hollered, the baby was crying, which was nothing new, an old Sex
Pistols CD was blaring and Mark looked like shit when he finally came
to the door, his eyes looked not unlike pissholes in the snow, and his
greasy hair resembled a bird's nest, he was wearing only his boxers.
Kerry eagerly thrust the money towards him. "Good Girl" he exclaimed
with a twisted smile.He led her into the back room. "You know what to
do honey