Life Is Punishment
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,736
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Life Is Punishment
[[A/N :: Sadly, this chapter has no sex. I\'m terribly sorry, please forgive me. This entire story won\'t have much sex though. I was thinking one or two love scenes, something romantic that could fit in well, but this is mostly to tell a story. (So if you\'re looking for PWP, again, I\'m sorry.) This story probably doesn\'t fit in too well with this site, but I couldn\'t find another site to post it at, since I was planning for a sex scene later on. Maybe one oo ofo of you will enjoy it though. This is my first story, so please don\'t be too harsh with the reviews. And yes, there will be more chapters coming soon, since this chapter is just a boring introduction to get things started. Anyway, enough of my rambling. On with the chapter...]]
It was a cold night in late January in the small city of Brookings as Katherine Saia began heading back to her apartment. The small and slender young girl, who was refered to by most as Kit, had gotten off work early and was taking a relieving stroll home to try to release some anger she had pent up for herself, though she was failing her simple task miserably, as usual. The homeless and the various druggies desperate for a hit in the wee hours of the night roamed the streets. She recognized most of their faces, as either fellow college students or the hard-working business people of the city. Though Brookings appeared to be a lovely place, a population full of accomplishments and caring families, each resident held a dirty secret. It could be considered a secret, though the entire city knew of each person\'s alter ego, but no one spoke of it. It was simply overlooked. Afterall, if you ratted out one person, anyone could turn around get you back twice as hard.
Being a resident of Brookings, Kit held her share of secrets. Her work, which she was walking home from, was being a whore. Having meaningless screws to make money. She felt dirty. It wasn\'t something she enjoyed. Only something she had fallen into the previous year. The customers paid well, and Kit was desperate for money to cover her college tuition.
It was only two in the morning when Kit began her walk home. Her customer for the night had been her easy regular, who wasn\'t hard at all to please and finish. She pulled at her black leather skirt as she walked down the street, uncomfortable with the amount of cleavage it left revealed, and her matching small spaghetti-strapped shirt was no different. She would have been freezing if it wasn\'t for the thick, red jacket she had snatched up before leaving her apartment earlier that day. Obviously, Kit still was not used to the clothing that came with her shameful career. It wasn\'t a uniform, of course, but her usual \'a few sizes too big\' jeans and T-shirt didn\'t attract too many customers.
As she walked along, nearing her small apartment, she noticed a man on the sidewalk ahead of her. She couldn\'t see much of him, only the top of his head, as a blanket was covering his curled up body. He looked up as she was passing by. His stunning blue eyes looking up to meet her dull brown ones, stealing her breath away. She knew she could not look anymore obvious, staring him down as she walked by. It was all she could do to not stop and just to stare blankly at him. He didn\'t offer to move or speak, only sitting in his lonesome spot to gaze back at her. This was the one person on the streets Kit did not recognize, and the only one of whom she wanted to. There was an aura about him, something that would not allow Kit to stop looking, until she had completely passed by him. She snapped her head back in front of her, focusing straight ahead as her pace became quicker. She wouldn\'t know how to handle herself if he decided to come up and start a conversation. She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached her apartment building. She looked back down the street before stepping inside the old complex, but couldn\'t see him anywhere, which was both disappointing and relieving to her.
Kit stumbled into her tiny apartment, throwing her jacket on the table as she headed straight for the bathroom. As she did after every night of work, she had to wash the filth away. She kicked her shoes off while turning the knob in the shower to let the water get hot. She reached over to get a towel down, so it would be easier for her to reach afterwards, then began peeling off her uncomfortable outfit and underwear. She shivered as she stepped inside the shower, coming to a standstill under the scolding streams of water. Her eyes closed as she drifted off, unconsciously reaching for a sponge td hed herself of dirt.
Her mind wandered to try to discover when her life went sour. She had a fairly happy childhood. It went better than her teenage years and the life she was currently living. Her mother was the most influential person in Kit\'s young life. Her mother had been beautiful, wise, considerate, she was almost perfect, like an angel. And that\'s what she very well could have been at that moment, as she had been tragically killed when Kit was thirteen. Kit had always been shy, but after her mother\'s death, the door closed. She hardly spoke to anyone, she couldn\'t even look them in the eye usually. She was stuck alone with her father. An architect who wasn\'t around throughout most of her childhood. One who cheated on his faithful wife constantly and blew the family\'s money on alcohol. Already bad-tempered, he was abusive when drunk. Restrictions on Kit were unbelievable. She was basically only allowed to leave the house for school. No friends. No fun. Not even supposed to talk to boys. Schoolwork and housework were about all she was allowed to do. She sneaked around occasionally, but not too often out of fear of her father. She left home at the age of eighteen, escaping her father\'s grasp. She found the apartment she was still living in and started going to the University of Brookings, majoring in psychology for hopes of becoming a criminal psychologist. She could help other people through many of their problems, but her own were a lost cause. Now, she was twenty-one years old with only one friend and no family, as her father had passed away the year before from a heart attack, most likely a result of his obsessive drinking and obesity.
Kit finally set the sponge down once her skin was raw and sore from scrubbing. She slowly picked up the shampoo, running the goo through her reddish brown hair and rinsing it out before stepping out of the shower. She slowly dried off, her nights after work being the only time she didn\'t hurry. Wrapping the towel around her thin body tightly, she headed for her bedroom, throwing on underwear and a pair of old pajamas before collapsing on her bed for the night.
It was a cold night in late January in the small city of Brookings as Katherine Saia began heading back to her apartment. The small and slender young girl, who was refered to by most as Kit, had gotten off work early and was taking a relieving stroll home to try to release some anger she had pent up for herself, though she was failing her simple task miserably, as usual. The homeless and the various druggies desperate for a hit in the wee hours of the night roamed the streets. She recognized most of their faces, as either fellow college students or the hard-working business people of the city. Though Brookings appeared to be a lovely place, a population full of accomplishments and caring families, each resident held a dirty secret. It could be considered a secret, though the entire city knew of each person\'s alter ego, but no one spoke of it. It was simply overlooked. Afterall, if you ratted out one person, anyone could turn around get you back twice as hard.
Being a resident of Brookings, Kit held her share of secrets. Her work, which she was walking home from, was being a whore. Having meaningless screws to make money. She felt dirty. It wasn\'t something she enjoyed. Only something she had fallen into the previous year. The customers paid well, and Kit was desperate for money to cover her college tuition.
It was only two in the morning when Kit began her walk home. Her customer for the night had been her easy regular, who wasn\'t hard at all to please and finish. She pulled at her black leather skirt as she walked down the street, uncomfortable with the amount of cleavage it left revealed, and her matching small spaghetti-strapped shirt was no different. She would have been freezing if it wasn\'t for the thick, red jacket she had snatched up before leaving her apartment earlier that day. Obviously, Kit still was not used to the clothing that came with her shameful career. It wasn\'t a uniform, of course, but her usual \'a few sizes too big\' jeans and T-shirt didn\'t attract too many customers.
As she walked along, nearing her small apartment, she noticed a man on the sidewalk ahead of her. She couldn\'t see much of him, only the top of his head, as a blanket was covering his curled up body. He looked up as she was passing by. His stunning blue eyes looking up to meet her dull brown ones, stealing her breath away. She knew she could not look anymore obvious, staring him down as she walked by. It was all she could do to not stop and just to stare blankly at him. He didn\'t offer to move or speak, only sitting in his lonesome spot to gaze back at her. This was the one person on the streets Kit did not recognize, and the only one of whom she wanted to. There was an aura about him, something that would not allow Kit to stop looking, until she had completely passed by him. She snapped her head back in front of her, focusing straight ahead as her pace became quicker. She wouldn\'t know how to handle herself if he decided to come up and start a conversation. She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached her apartment building. She looked back down the street before stepping inside the old complex, but couldn\'t see him anywhere, which was both disappointing and relieving to her.
Kit stumbled into her tiny apartment, throwing her jacket on the table as she headed straight for the bathroom. As she did after every night of work, she had to wash the filth away. She kicked her shoes off while turning the knob in the shower to let the water get hot. She reached over to get a towel down, so it would be easier for her to reach afterwards, then began peeling off her uncomfortable outfit and underwear. She shivered as she stepped inside the shower, coming to a standstill under the scolding streams of water. Her eyes closed as she drifted off, unconsciously reaching for a sponge td hed herself of dirt.
Her mind wandered to try to discover when her life went sour. She had a fairly happy childhood. It went better than her teenage years and the life she was currently living. Her mother was the most influential person in Kit\'s young life. Her mother had been beautiful, wise, considerate, she was almost perfect, like an angel. And that\'s what she very well could have been at that moment, as she had been tragically killed when Kit was thirteen. Kit had always been shy, but after her mother\'s death, the door closed. She hardly spoke to anyone, she couldn\'t even look them in the eye usually. She was stuck alone with her father. An architect who wasn\'t around throughout most of her childhood. One who cheated on his faithful wife constantly and blew the family\'s money on alcohol. Already bad-tempered, he was abusive when drunk. Restrictions on Kit were unbelievable. She was basically only allowed to leave the house for school. No friends. No fun. Not even supposed to talk to boys. Schoolwork and housework were about all she was allowed to do. She sneaked around occasionally, but not too often out of fear of her father. She left home at the age of eighteen, escaping her father\'s grasp. She found the apartment she was still living in and started going to the University of Brookings, majoring in psychology for hopes of becoming a criminal psychologist. She could help other people through many of their problems, but her own were a lost cause. Now, she was twenty-one years old with only one friend and no family, as her father had passed away the year before from a heart attack, most likely a result of his obsessive drinking and obesity.
Kit finally set the sponge down once her skin was raw and sore from scrubbing. She slowly picked up the shampoo, running the goo through her reddish brown hair and rinsing it out before stepping out of the shower. She slowly dried off, her nights after work being the only time she didn\'t hurry. Wrapping the towel around her thin body tightly, she headed for her bedroom, throwing on underwear and a pair of old pajamas before collapsing on her bed for the night.