Self Empowered

Calla's Pov

I woke with a start to the pilot telling us we were to land in five minuets. I braced myself as we started our decent. Some were on a flight home, others on vacation and myself, a new begging.
It was midnight when we arrived, even in the cabin of the plane you could feel the winter chill seeping in. As the flight attendents made their way to the front, I hopped out of my hiding spot and got in line to exit. Nervous and excited I couldn't wait to get off. Then I remembered I had no where to go.
I made my way out onto the bustling streets and started walking. I got a few looks here and there, which for the life of me, I couldn't understand why. I looked down to my clothing, a pair of skinny jeans with a few rips in them, a white jacket with a deep red scarf tied around my neck, and a pair of brown combat boots. I had heard from gossiping teens in the mall that these were fashionable. Obviously these weren't their words. They said things such as: " OH MY GOD. I NEED THESE. I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM. THEY'RE TO DIE FOR. " I assumed this meant they were acceptable at the very least. Although, I could've been wrong.
In a store window I checked my hair and what little makeup I had managed to apply at the department store. Having no experience with it, I went with slight traces to look at least somewhat presentable. My hair fell in long waves, framming my face so as not to make it look as thin as it really was. Having been starved takes it's toll on your body.
My step brother had sneaked me as much food as he could without getting caught. He was the only one with a heart. I watched a tear slipped down my face, remembering Jason always opened my wounds back up. I wiped it away, trying to find a strength that just wasn't there and continue on. In my haste to move on, I stumbled right into a very large and very drunk man. It looked as though he had come out of the club a little ways up the road.

"Excuse me, sir." I say nervously, trying to slide past him.

"Woah, hottie with a body!!!" He wolf whistled, holding onto my shoulders and examining me. I tried to move out from under his grasp, but he held tight.

"Hold on there love. Let's get more aquinted." he said, dragging me into the ally next to the club. The way he was looking at me had me terrified. It wasn't the stolen clothes he was looking at, either.

"Please, let me go. Please." I sobbed, not realizing I had even started to dry. Now the tears were freely streaming down my face though.


"We haven't even started though!" he laughed and plastered a smirk on his face. He shoved me against the wall so hard, I probably had a

Notes

To be continued on the next chapter, not quite used to the site. Didn't realize there was a word limit.