It was a typical night for me. It was slow, and not many of the girls were out. Actually... Some of the girls have been disapearing from around here. There's this man who comes to the alleyway everynight. This man drives a purple 1967 Pontiac GTO, and he always wears a suit. The man wears his hair slicked back like Morrissey from The Smiths. The suits he wears are highly classy, and he comes after prostitutes.
Not going to lie, I want him. I've always been highly attracted to men in suits. I haven't figured out as to why yet, but there's something about the way specific men look.
"What time is it?" My voice finally broke the silence between me and five other girls. Harley, Sandy, Cora, Micha, and Hellehna. I've always been the closest with Hellehna and another lady name Carmen, but Carmen is one of the girls that have disapeared. During the day, I go out to find her. I check her house everyday. I ask all the men that come in here that have been with her, except for the man with the suit. Who may just be here soon.
It was silent for a few minutes. An answer would really be helpfull. Finally, I got one from Micha, "It's 11:58." The man always shows up at exactly tweleve. I smiled to Micha in thanks and moved closer light making sure I was visible. For some reason, he just doesn't even seem to notice me. But today I went over board. I look like a burlesque queen. Fishnet tights, a bright red tutu with a black and red halter corset as well as wearing black ankle high boots.
There's no way he is going to miss me now! He will deffinantly want me... I hope. "He's here ladies..." Harley purred. Harley sounded a little too excited. Harley had been around the longest. She is... Flawless. Everyone wants to be her, or be with her. I'm surprised she wasn't first to go. But she might be next.
I could hear his shoes clicking against the gravel as he walked down the alley. He smelled of cigarettes and coffee, along with a scent of cinnamon. His hair was perfectly slicked back as per usual. He wore a grey blazer today with matching dress pants. He wore a light purple dress shirt with a grey vest over it, and of course, his silver pocket watch that was neatly tucked into the vest pocket.
He walked agonizingly slow towards us all. Until he came to a halt infront of me. But he wouldn't turn to face me. "Aren't you a little young to be a prostitute?" He voice was like velvet. It killed me a little on the inside. But who is he to judge!? I've just turned twenty-one, so I am an adult. But my only response, was me scoffing at him. With no response, he walked away from me.
I turned my head towards where he was walking. Hellehna... He was going to go after Hellehna! My best friend, and after this, she's just going to disapear! I watched as he held his hand out to her which she gladly took. She wouldn't! Hellehna is... My line of vision followed my best friend as they ventured back to the beautiful car. There's no way of stopping her! The man has money, and when you're a prostitute, there's a reason for being on. Hellehna's is the money.
When I first met Hellehna, she was homeless. It was two years ago and I had been out partying just after I graduated high school. She was crying. I had never heard such sorrowful cries in my entire life. I had to stop and look. There she was. In tattered clothes, her beautiful red hair a mess and she was dirty. Without even second thinking of it, I told her to come with me. It was at that point, I brought Hellehna back to my apartment. We've lived together since that day.
"Hellehna..." I whispered to myself, as a tear rolled down my cheek. When will I see her next? Will I ever hear from her again!? The car doors shut and the two of them took off. My heart seemed to shatter as I watched the tail lights off in the distance. If I were to never see her again, I don't know what I'd do.
"You seem upset tonight... Why?" Maxwell asked me as he lit up a cigarette. Maxwell is the man I've been sleeping with for the past few nights, but we've known each other for a long time. So it's a little weird when he pays me to have sex with him. Should I really tell him what's been going on? I turned my head on the pillow, looking over at the blonde beauty next to me with a cigarette in between his fingers.
What's the worst thing that can happen? This is my friend, I can trust him with my life. So I decided to go on with whats been going on, from the man into the suit, all the disapearing prostitutes, up until tonight when he took my best friend. "And now, here I am laying next to my other best friend," I finished as he put out his third smoke. Had I really taken that long to tell the story?
There was no response from Maxwell yet. The bed shifted around as he moved to brace hisself above me, his blonde hair dangling in his face. "Hellehna will be fine... She's a strong girl. Plus nothing can break your friendship, I always hear the two of you laughing like little girls from down the hall," Maxwell said as he brushed my light brown hair out of my face. That was the best part, I could just go home when I want as quick as I want. But this time, I didn't want to leave. I needed to be around someone.
It's like Maxwell had read my mind when he said, "Why don't you just spend the night? You look shooken up, and I don't want you alone tonight." Tears rolled down my cheeks again as I nodded in response. What would I do with out Maxwell? Probably fall apart. Maxwell leaned down to peck me on the lips before getting off the bed. He's always had a childish crush on me, but lately it feels like it's growing into something more... For now, I wont question him.
"Morning Adalia," Maxwell greeted as I hug him from behind. His bed sheet was wrapped tightly around my body so I wasn't actually exposed now. Maxwell turned to face me and chuckled. "You look like hell," Maxwell said as he picked me up bridal style and carried me over to the couch. He flopped down onto the black leather couch, with me on his lap. Maxwell was still trying to calm me down.
In all the years I've known him, he has never shown love to his family, especially his baby sister, and me. "Max... I think we should date. It'll probably keep me off the street, plus I really need you more than ever right now," I told Maxwell without looking at him yet. But there was no hesitation.
Maxwell just hugged me closer to his chest, rubbing my back. "Of course... I'll always be here for you Adalia," Maxwell whispered into my hair as he rubbed my side. Was this really the right choice to make... Especially with my friends slowly disapearing. But for now, I'd put on a smile and go with it. As my mother used to tell me; Keep Calm and Carry On.