Mother was a whore. Father left for someone better. A child left alone in the dark., chapter 1
Karissa hear the door bell ring. She got up from her char and walked to the front office, "Hello, welcome to the Suny Inn"
"Hey baby," The tall man replied to her, "How much for a room?"
Karissa looked at him in disgust, then quickly changed her facial expression, "Its $65 a night for a single and $75 for a double" She replied.
"If i treat you right, can i get a discount?" The man asked.
"If you here to just hit on me, leave."
The man walked out, muttering something under his breath. The only words Karissa caught was bitch.
She sighed and walked back into the back room.
Karissa was a normal 18 year old trying to get by in the world. She was raised by her single mother and abusive father, who were rarley ever home. Karissa knew they sold drugs and were always on the street. Mark was her mothers pimp. She moved out as soon as she was legaly aloud to, at age 16. She got her job from a friend. It was a hotel receptionast, checking peopel in and answering phones. Karissa, or Kristy as her friends called her, hated her job. She came to work everyday at 3pm, was hit on all day by greasy old men, and then left every night at 11pm.
Kristy sat down in the chair, and unpaused the CD in her CD player. The voice of Billie Joe automatically cut into the silence. Kristy smiled and leaned back in the chair, relishign in the voice of Billie Joe. She looked at the clock. It read 10:45, "fuck, i should get ready to leave." Kristy thought to herself. SHe gathered her things, CDs, and books. And signed off on her time sheet.
Kristy locked the door of the hotel and made her way home. She unlocked her front door and dropped her keys on the kitchen table. She opened one of her books and turned on her favorite CD, Green Day - Dookie.
3 hours passed and Kristy closed her book and layed down on the couch "Thank god i have tomorrow off" She thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
*The Next Morning*
Kristy woke up the her phone ringing. She got up and answered it. "Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Where the fuck are you Kristy!?" Asked a screaching voice on the other line.
Kristy's heart skipped a beat. It was her mother. She had got Kristy's phone number again, after she had changed it so many times before. "Mother, please, stop calling me. Im sick of this bullshit..." Kristy was stopped in mid sentance froma screaching on the other end of the line.
"Don't you fucking swear at me you little bitch." Her mother yelled at her.
"You listen here you fucking drug addict whore," Kristy hissed intot he phone, "You don't own me anymore. You never owned me. You were always out, every night. I was forced to raise myself. Never call me again!" Kristy slammed the phone down so hard that it cracked. She colapsed on the floor, crying. She remembered all the times Mark raped her while her mother was out with other men, saying it was her fault that she had to whore her self out. "If i didn't have you, i'd be practially rich!" She could hear her mothers voice scream in her head.
"FUCK YOU!" Kristy yelled to no one. "I have to get out of this appartment, out of this fucking town" she said to her self. She grabbed her keys and quickly got on a new pair of jeans and a shirt. She ran down the stairs of the apprtment building and into the street. She started walkign towards the bar, but then she thoguth about her mother, "I don't want to be like her. I will never be like her." Kristy spat to her self and she changed directions.
"Hey baby," The tall man replied to her, "How much for a room?"
Karissa looked at him in disgust, then quickly changed her facial expression, "Its $65 a night for a single and $75 for a double" She replied.
"If i treat you right, can i get a discount?" The man asked.
"If you here to just hit on me, leave."
The man walked out, muttering something under his breath. The only words Karissa caught was bitch.
She sighed and walked back into the back room.
Karissa was a normal 18 year old trying to get by in the world. She was raised by her single mother and abusive father, who were rarley ever home. Karissa knew they sold drugs and were always on the street. Mark was her mothers pimp. She moved out as soon as she was legaly aloud to, at age 16. She got her job from a friend. It was a hotel receptionast, checking peopel in and answering phones. Karissa, or Kristy as her friends called her, hated her job. She came to work everyday at 3pm, was hit on all day by greasy old men, and then left every night at 11pm.
Kristy sat down in the chair, and unpaused the CD in her CD player. The voice of Billie Joe automatically cut into the silence. Kristy smiled and leaned back in the chair, relishign in the voice of Billie Joe. She looked at the clock. It read 10:45, "fuck, i should get ready to leave." Kristy thought to herself. SHe gathered her things, CDs, and books. And signed off on her time sheet.
Kristy locked the door of the hotel and made her way home. She unlocked her front door and dropped her keys on the kitchen table. She opened one of her books and turned on her favorite CD, Green Day - Dookie.
3 hours passed and Kristy closed her book and layed down on the couch "Thank god i have tomorrow off" She thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
*The Next Morning*
Kristy woke up the her phone ringing. She got up and answered it. "Hello?" she asked groggily.
"Where the fuck are you Kristy!?" Asked a screaching voice on the other line.
Kristy's heart skipped a beat. It was her mother. She had got Kristy's phone number again, after she had changed it so many times before. "Mother, please, stop calling me. Im sick of this bullshit..." Kristy was stopped in mid sentance froma screaching on the other end of the line.
"Don't you fucking swear at me you little bitch." Her mother yelled at her.
"You listen here you fucking drug addict whore," Kristy hissed intot he phone, "You don't own me anymore. You never owned me. You were always out, every night. I was forced to raise myself. Never call me again!" Kristy slammed the phone down so hard that it cracked. She colapsed on the floor, crying. She remembered all the times Mark raped her while her mother was out with other men, saying it was her fault that she had to whore her self out. "If i didn't have you, i'd be practially rich!" She could hear her mothers voice scream in her head.
"FUCK YOU!" Kristy yelled to no one. "I have to get out of this appartment, out of this fucking town" she said to her self. She grabbed her keys and quickly got on a new pair of jeans and a shirt. She ran down the stairs of the apprtment building and into the street. She started walkign towards the bar, but then she thoguth about her mother, "I don't want to be like her. I will never be like her." Kristy spat to her self and she changed directions.
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