Life on the Street

Two months ago…

“Marie, do you think you could close up shop? I gotta go meet Bobby,” asked a young brunette.

Marie closed the cash register and smiled. “Seriously Bella, could you be any more obsessed with him?” She laughed when she saw the young woman’s jaw drop. She held up her hands, giving up. “Sorry, I give up! You know I’m just playing with you! Go ahead and don’t worry about it, I’ll close up tonight.”

Bella ran to Marie and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “But don’t think that you won’t owe me one!” She exclaimed as Bella ran out the door. Marie chuckled to herself as she locked the front door and turned the front lights off. She was taking her time because she didn’t want to go home. She knew that her father was already drunk and that her mother was feigning sleep to hide from her abusive husband. Marie thanked her lucky stars that her brother was no longer living with them.

She used to love Brian so much. When they were younger, he would protect her from their father when he went on a drinking binge. But as they got older, he found comfort in the bottle and turned on her. She didn’t have anyone to go too. She wasn’t allowed to live away from home and had to give her paycheck to her father so we can afford to buy all his booze. What her father didn’t know, was that she took $20 out of every paycheck for herself. Marie shuddered at the thought of what her father would do to her if he ever found out.

Marie gathered up all the trash and walked outside to the trash can in the alley. She felt someone behind her and grabbed a long wooden board that was laying against the can. She turned around quickly and squinted into the dark but saw no one. Her heart was pounding, but she told herself that it was nothing. As she walked back inside quickly, she prayed that she was imagining things.

As she started for the broom closet, someone grabbed her from behind. “Hello Marie,” a voice snarled.

Marie froze, recognizing the voice. She felt his cold, icy hands caress her neck. She slowly turned around and faced the intruder. She shut her eyes willing this to be her imagination, but when she opened them he was still there…. Carl.

Carl was a longtime friend of her father’s. She’s known him practically her whole life and has always been afraid of him. Rightfully so. He used to take pure joy in torturing his wife and children. But his rage hit sky high a few months ago when his wife took their kids and left him in the middle of the night. Since then, he spent the majority of his time with her father, drinking and eyeing her. It scared her the way he looked at her with complete lust in his eyes.

Carl grabbed her again and pushed her against the wall, pressing his face very close to hers. Marie closed her eyes again when smelled the distinct smell of vodka on his breath. He grabbed her face aggressively and smiled evily. “I’ve waited patiently for this moment and I ain’t gonna let you get away again.” And he pressed his mouth on hers forcing her mouth open with his tongue. Marie tried pushing him away but he slapped her and pushed his mouth on hers again. She again trying pushing him away, but he slapped her again, even harder.

“You do that again, and you’ll wish you never were born. You hear me? I’m gonna have some fun tonight and you’re gonna do what I want, otherwise I’ll tell your daddy that you’ve been a bad girl. Got it?” he snarled.

Marie nodded her head and prayed that it would be quick for him. Her prayers were interrupted by his hand creeping up her shirt. She shuddered at the feel of his hand on her breast. He moaned into her neck as he pressed himself into her. She nearly started to cry when she felt his erection digging into her thigh. All of a sudden she felt him unzip her pants and pull them off her. She closed her eyes again as he started to rub her thighs and she felt an odd sensation below. “Oohh yeah baby. Get wet for daddy,” Carl murmered.

He tore off her shirt and pulled off her bra, exposing her breasts to his mouth. Marie didn’t understand what she was feeling. Her mind was telling her that she didn’t want this, but her body was telling her otherwise. She slowly opened her eyes and saw now that Carl was completely nude and was slowly rubbing his erection. This wasn’t the first time that Marie has seen a naked man before, but it was the first time she’s seen one with an erection before.

“Touch me,” he demanded. Marie knew that she had no other choice so she slowly put her hand on his erection. “Oohh yeah, that’s it…” he sighed. She started to rub him and looked away as his moanings got louder. She quickened the pace hoping that the sooner he would come, the sooner this nightmare would be over. He moaned louder as her pace quickened and all of a sudden she felt him release his load all of her hand. She looked at her hand in disgust. But before she could wipe her hand, he pushed her back against the wall and tore off her panties. He rubbed her stomach as he kissed her neck and she felt another sensation hit her as his hand crept down. She didn’t know what she was feeling but she willed her body not to enjoy it.

She felt him invade her body with his fingers but again felt that wonderful sensation slowly creeping up. She tried not to, but a moan escaped her lips. “Oh yeah baby, I knew you would like it,” Carl murmered. The next thing she knew, Carl lifted her on to the work bench and wrapped her legs around his waist. She gasped as he thrust himself into her. The pain was unbearable and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. He stayed insider for a few moments before pulling himself out of her and thrusting himself inside her again. This time, it didn’t hurt as much.

Carl started grunting as he thrust himself in and out of Marie. She was bracing herself against the bench but he took her arm and put it behind his neck so he could get deeper inside her. He grabbed her butt and pushed it in rhythm with his thrusting. As he did this, she got that tingling sensation again and found herself moaning again. Carl was grunting and moaning even louder as his thrusting got faster and faster. “Oh baby, I’m about to come… oh….. yeah....” And with that, he gave one more thrust before stopping.

He left her on the bench as he put back on his pants and shirt. “This was way too much fun baby. I think we’ll be doing this again.” He gave her another aggressive kiss and walked out the back door almost as quickly as he arrived.

Marie was still sitting on the bench not knowing what to do. She couldn’t go the police because she knew her father would attack her. He wanted to do this with her again, but she wasn’t going to let that happen. She quickly put back on her clothes and closed up the shop and ran to her father’s car. She was afraid that Carl was still out there, waiting for her again, but he was no where in sight. She knew one thing: she isn’t going to let Carl or anyone do this to her again. That’s when she decided she had to leave. It would take some time and planning, but she knew she had to do it. And with that decision, she drove back to her broken home.

Carl wasn’t joking when he said they would do it again. He would come into her bedroom in the middle of the night and force himself on her over and over again. She didn’t fight him anymore, knowing that it was a losing battle, but kept telling herself that she was days away from leaving this horrible life.
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