Chapter 6

*Mature content-ish*

I cleared my throat looking around nervously. “I-If I do you have to swear that you will never speak of this again to anyone, this could hurt me… badly.”

“Yes of course.” He nodded finishing off his drink.

“Okay let’s go out back, I need a smoke.” I huffed hopping down from the large chair and gulping down what was left in the now warm glass of alcohol. I walked first, Ed following shortly behind me.

We walked to the back of the bar pushing the door open, the cool crisp air nipping at my bare skin. I leaned up against the brick building pulling out a pack and my lighter. I grasped a cigarette pulling it out and offering it to Ed, he gladly accepted taking the lighter from me and placing it at the end, smoke soon floating off of it.

I did the same with mine, the nicotine filling my lungs as I breathed in holding it for a second before breathing the smoke out into a ring. “Alright well I’m 16.” I started with placing one foot up against the wall, the other firmly pressed to the ground.

He nodded waiting for me to continue. “I was 13 when my mother brought me to my Uncles house; she said I’d be better there. He could give me more than what she could, growing up in a rough neighborhood, doing anything she could to get money. She thought it unacceptable for a 13 year old to be surrounded by that life style, so that’s how I ended up in London.” I paused breathing in the smoke again copying my previous actions.

“Uh, my Uncle is basically a scum bag. As soon as my mum left he set me straight told me everything I needed to know in order to prevent beating. I was terrified so of course I listened, that ended up being the worst thing I could have done.”

“You still live with him I assume?” Ed interrupted and I nodded.

“Yeah, uh he threw me into prostitution. A normal kid would get allowance for doing something right, correct? Not me, he gave me a certain amount of money I needed to make by the end of the week. If I didn’t make it then let’s just say Sundays were anything but holy days.” I laughed breathlessly looking down at the gravely alley.

“Uh as the moths went on I got more accustomed to the street life of late London nights. I was no longer this timid little girl who huddled close to the walls as night fell. I became more confident, not caring. It was the night of my 14th birthday that was the worst by far. Uh I had gone out, been picked up by a man maybe in his 30’s or so done what I needed to do and left. As I was walking home I was stopped by a police officer who commented on my appearance asking where I was heading and what I was doing in that house.”  I stopped and looked up at Ed, his eyes fixated on my face clearly interested in this story.

“Uh she took me down to a police station but I remembered what my Uncle said, ‘silence is better than answers, you tell them you’re dead’. I remember sitting in the dimly lit room across from one of the officers as he questioned me, getting frustrated when I wouldn’t answer. I didn’t want trouble. He handed me a card with a help number on it and sent me off.”

“Uh I hate to interrupt but can we go inside, it’s starting to rain?” Ed questioned throwing his cigarette to the ground and steeping on it. I nodded and did as he did before walking inside. We sat towards the back in a booth excluded from the now more filled bar.

“Like I was saying, I got home much later than usual and my Uncle was waiting for me. He was curious ad took my purse from me finding the card.” I gulped folding my hands. “That was one of the worst beatings I’ve ever gotten, he nearly killed me.” I shook my head trying to make the tears in my eyes forming, I hated looking weak.

“It’s okay to cry you know.” Ed smiled sympathetically.

“It’s really not though. Anyway, after that night the beatings were more frequent because I had come to care less. I started getting associated with drugs and dealings, which got me in a lot of trouble with well, everyone.” I looked over at the clock noticing it was quite late.

“Uh and yeah, I’ve been in it since. I can’t get out, it’s addicting. The drugs, the sex, the money, the life style has grown onto me. That doesn’t mean I like it. My Uncle makes these damn bets that he always loses which ends up screwing me over, cause that’s just more money I have to make. He thought the solution to that was getting me a job, as well, a stripper.”

“A stripper? But you’re 16.” Ed laughed in disbelief.

“I sure do get a lot of money from it, they love the young ones.” I sigh brushing my hands through my hair. “Anyway I must get going, I have to make 20 grand in a month before the Devil returns, and Ed, not a word.” I smiled slightly, standing up from the booth a gathering my things.

“You got it Abigail, can I get your number or whatever you use?” He asks as he to stands up.

“Uh I don’t really have a phone, uh here’s my address.” I took a napkin and a pen that was resting on the table quickly jotting down my address.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, we will have to meet up sometime yeah?” He smiles, and I smile back politely.

“Goodbye Ed.”

“Bye Abigail.” He replies pulling me into a quick hug. I wave before making my way to the front of the bar walking back out onto the streets. “Abigail wait!” I turn around to see Ed running toward me. “Here’s my address, stop by tonight I want to show you something.” He hands me a piece of paper and I take it sticking it into my pocket.

“Alright, see you later.” I turn around walking down the street. I pull my hood up trying to keep myself dry as best as possible. The cold mixed with the rain was not a good combination for me, the last thing I need is to get sick.

I walked down the street further and noticed the scenery changing to a much colder, harsher area of London. I peeled my coat off pulling down the neck of my shirt before sitting on the curb, waiting.

A black car pulls up, inside is a man, young though, he has light brown hair styled up into a quiff of some sort. I stand up walking over to the car and bending down to look through the window making sure he could see right down my shirt. “Need a good time?”

“Get in.” He smirked I walked over to the curb quickly collecting my things before jumping in the passenger seat. He winks at me as starts pulling away back onto the road. “The names Louis, you’ll need to know it for later.” He spoke up, his voice deeper and huskier then before.

“Abigail, you live far?” I asked twirling my hair around my finger looking over at him, my eyes flickering down to his slight hard on.

“No, a few blocks up. I don’t usually do this type of thing…” He trails off taking his eyes off the road looking over at me before returning his gaze.

“It’s alright, there’s a first for everyone.” I breathlessly whispered getting closer to his ear. “But I’ll make it worth it love.” I kissed under his ear trailing down his neck. He whimpered as ii sucked on the spot over his collarbone, sweet spot found.

“We’re here.” He gasped as I took my lips off of his collarbone smirking at how worked up he had gotten over just that. I followed him into a pretty nice apartment complex. He unlocked the door to one of them and my eyes widened. He must’ve been loaded, this place was massive. “Follow me.”

I followed after him as we walked through the large expanse of different rooms. As we walked past one I noticed a curly haired boy sitting on the couch, he looked oddly familiar. I shook the thought away as Louis stopped opening another door. I stepped inside and looked around the large bedroom.

I kicked off my shoes and placed my things on the ground before feeling a pair of arms lace around my waist. His lips attacking my neck with such want. I spun around locking my arms around his neck before locking lips with his. I backed up into a wall as he grinded his hips into mine letting out a soft groan as I moved against them. He stopped backing all the way up falling onto the bed. I walked toward him peeling my shirt off as he did the same.

I looked around the room as he took off his jeans and noticed a rather large picture hanging on his wall. I sucked in a sharp breath when my eyes fell onto someone who was extremely familiar. My Angel.

It all made sense now; the curly haired boy looked familiar because of the night at the strip club. “Babe, I’m waiting.” I snapped out of my trance and looked back meeting lust filled eyes.

I pulled my tight jeans, his eyes following my hands as I traced them along the line of my panties. He licked his lips and I sauntered over to him placing my hand onto his shoulder. I pushed him back before climbing on top of him, my legs on either side of his. I circled my hips against his crouch as his hands came up to cup my breasts reaching around to unclip my bra. He took so much longer than the other men, he was so slow and gentle, and I hated it.

“Can we speed this up?” I asked and he looked taken back before his eyes flickered over with a much stronger sense of lust, a familiar look I had come to know.

He smirked and nodded. I winked at him moving down his body. I placed my hands over his crotch pressing down as his breathing became ragged. I smiled loving the control I had over men with such a simple move.

I traced my finger lightly over the fabric. “You’re a teaser, that’ll get you in trouble.” He speaks quietly leaning up onto his elbows.

“Like it hasn’t already?” I smiled placing a kiss to his crotch before pulling the band down, rolling the boxers down his legs. I climb my way up his body leaving my hands on his chest before pulling my panties down my legs his eyes glued to my bare body, his hungry eyes searching everywhere.

I began moving up and down as low groans left his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh...” He moaned placing his hands on my hips guiding me. He brought his hand to rub my clit but I smacked it away.

“I’m here to make you feel good not me.” I whispered pressing my lips to his as I rocked my hips up and down.

“Hey Lou- Holy shit!” I wasn’t bothered by the fact someone had walked in, it wouldn’t be the first time. I continued but Louis slowly sat up rolling me off him. I sat on the bed looking at the curly haired boy as he stood there in complete awe. “Uh…”

“Yes Harry!?” Louis snapped.

“T-the boys are here.” He stuttered before quickly leaving. Louis turned to me and huffed running his hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry love.” He apologizes but I shake my head pushing him down. “But I have to go out there with the boys.” I press my finger to his lips.

“It doesn’t count unless you cum, it’ll be quick believe me.” I wink and wrap my hands around his erection slowly pumping up and down. I kissed the tip as Louis let out a soft whimper. I moved my mouth to cup his erection taking more and more in. My hands moved to down to his balls as my tongue swirled around. Louis small hands were gripping the sheets tightly as his eyes were squeezed shut. His hips thrusted up wanting more and more of the pleasure I was conveying to him.

He let out a loud moan before the warm liquids shot down my throat. I pulled off of him and he opened his eyes, his chest heaving up and down dramatically. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” I stood up and quickly got dressed collecting all my things.

“Sorry it was cut shirt.” Louis apologized throwing on a pair of sweat pants. “But uh here’s your  money.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash placing it into my hand. “You deserve it all, best blowjob I’ve ever received.

I stood there counting the cash, 5 grand for a blow job!? Is this a joke? I gasped and looked up at his amused expression. “Take it, you need it more than me, I’ve got plenty more where that’s from.”

“Thank you so much.” I gushed overly excited. Now only 15 grand to go and it’s only been one day. I turned around exiting his room, no more words needed to be exchanged.

I shoved the money into my pocket zipping it tightly. I looked up and saw the front door, my eyes slowly wandering to the group of boys sitting on the couches whispering.

My stomach dropped as one of the boys looked up and over at me. “Heaven?” 

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