I Deserve - Kaitlin Humphries (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📗

away to his own class. All through school I thought about what Eric had said…
You NEVER deserved to get hit… you shouldn’t want just any guy in bed with you… I wonder what he meant by that last part.
Before I knew it school is out and it is time for me to go see DJ. I hurried out of school making sure not to bump into Alex or Eric. Outside I walked over to Point Boulevard and into the house which DJ stayed. I step inside and wrinkle my nose at the smell of weed.
“DJ!?” I call.
I hear a shuffle off to the side and DJ appears half naked. He smiles at me, “Ally! What brings you here…I herd about your father… what a shame… are you still in the business? Who are you working for? Are they treating you right?” he rambles


Chapter 4


I nod and smile at him, “Actually that is why I came here. You see I need a job… to help pay bail for my father… I hoped you could hire me for… 500$ an hour?”
DJ whistles, “500 heh? This for your dad?” he asks.
I nod, “it’s for his bail…”
“Then yes I will be glad to hire you how much is the bail?”
“2,345 dollars…” I tell him.
He smiles, “so for 500 dollars an hour within 5 hours of working for me you’ll be able to bail him out… nice idea…”

From then on I was his girl. I got so into it I forgot about bailing out my father. DJ became my new father never once beating me. He even cleaned out his house so people could come and inspect it because he decided to have me live with him.
That’s how I came to be at my second home. I no longer went to school cause he agreed with my father, I do not need to learn anything as long as all I do is screw guys. I stopped seeing Eric because I didn’t have time. I had lots of clients and I am having too much fun. But then DJ showed his true colors one day. I am tired and sick with a cold. DJ comes in the room and looks at me, “why are you still in bed? Get up you have a client.
I shake my head, “I’m too tired and I’m sick.” I reply.
DJ growls and grabs me by my hair yanking me out of bed, and in the process yanking out a fist full of hair so now I had a small bald patch (it wasn’t that small it is big enough to be noticeable), I gave a cry of pain but he does not apologize, “get your ass out of bed. I don’t give a fuck if you have malaria you will have sex with all the people you have to today.
I am sobbing in pain. And DJ disliked this (he is way worse than my father). DJ backhanded me, “SHUT UP!!!!” he screamed at me.
I quickly stop crying and he smiles (by the way DJ is about the ugliest man in the world he has black teeth, buck teeth and his breath stinks), “good now come here.” He tells me.
I stay where I am refusing to move an inch, so DJ grabs my arms and forces me to my feet. He throws me over his shoulders and walks me out back where he tosses me to the ground. I back away the wild look in his eyes scaring me. DJ does not like this and pulls me back to him, “get back here BITCH” he says as he pulls me back. He yanks of my PJ pants as well as my underwear. I understood then what he is going to do so I try to get away. I back away shaking my head, “no… DJ please…” I whimper.
DJ snarls and grabs my legs, “Don’t make me put on the stakes.” He whispers in my ear. I pause I had seen him do that to other girls and the girls never complained but I didn’t like the stakes and he knew it. I hear him chuckle as he kisses my neck. I attempt one last time to get away and he hits me in my head. Everything went black and I can’t tell you what happened. But when I awake I am outside my shirt pulled over me and my inner thigh throbbing in pain. A sob escapes me as I realize I am bleeding. He had been so rough he made me bleed. I went to move my feet but pain erupts, I look down and see stakes driven through my feet. Their not big stakes their small like 3x the width of a regular needle. I yank at my hand, they as well having been driven through by the stakes… DJ usually tied the girls to the stakes not actually staked them. I about threw up as I yanked the stakes from my hands holding in a scream. I pulled out the ones in my feet and, shakily wincing slightly as well, I got to my feet. I grab my pants and run out of the yard and into an alley ignoring the pain in my feet from the bleeding holes. There I put my pants on the blood started to soak through right away. I am crying as I stumble around my head where he yanked out my hair throbbing in pain as well as my vaginal opening. When I stumble out of the Alley I bump into Eric. Alex is standing beside him and doesn’t recognize me as he wrinkles his nose in distaste.
“Eric…” I murmur as I turn to walk away not wanting to look like this in front of him. But I barely took a step when I stumble the pain from the holes in my feet finally getting to me.
Eric catches me and pulls me to him, “Ally? Who did this are you okay?”
He looks at the bald spot that is red with dry blood and the blood seeping through my pants and growls, “I’m going to kill DJ! THE FUCKING BASTARD DID THIS TO YOU!” he screamed as he forced me to look at him.
“I-I didn’t l-listen… i-it was my fault…” I murmur.
Eric growls deeper and pulls me to him, “stop saying that…” he tells me.
I shake my head, “no… I-I have to go b-back…” I whisper.
Eric picks me up as I try (not to much success) to pull away, “no your coming with me to see MOM” he looks down and sees blood on his shirt from where I tried to push away and he puts me down and takes my hands seeing the holes he looks down at my bare feet and sees holes there as well. I try to push away as he picks me up again and cradles me close. “What is this? Why are there holes in your hands?”
I look up at him and shake my head in refusal to tell but the look he gives me… the worry just seems to seep through me making me want to tell him everything, “ I… I was sick and-and I didn’t want to work…” the look Eric gave me made me wince, “so he pulled m-me out of be-bed… an-and to-took me outside… he-he hit m-me on the head and I awoke staked to the-the ground…”
Eric looks down the alley I just came from and growls, “Okay… I’m taking you to Ma and then coming back to deal with DJ…”
“Na-no…” I say groggily the pain in my head worse, with the quick movement of him picking me up, “da-don’t…” my eyes slowly fall but I do not sleep, I am wide awake and aware of all things around me as well as the distant cursing of DJ.
Eric and Alex rush away with me and the next thing I hear is the surprised cry of Mrs. Betsy and Eric telling her EVERYTHING. I feel my self swapping arms and hear Eric leave. “Look what you’ve gotten yourself into Ally...” Mrs. Betsy whispers.
I finally fall asleep after Mrs. Betsy makes me take some pills.
When I awake Mrs. Betsy is charging up the stairs after someone yelling in harsh whispers at them. My door bursts open and I blink at the sudden light. I look down and my white comforter and sheets are red with blood down near my thigh. I swallow the vomit coming up my throat and smile as best I can. Mrs. Betsy gives a small smile back then turns away and leaves me with the man.
“You’re Ally Heart right?” he asks me.
I nod and smile, “I’m sorry who are you?” I ask
“I’m detective Aaron…I’m here to get a… sorry I forgot what it was called…” he winks at me and smiles, “I haven’t been on the force long you see…”
I smile back, “well that’s a good thing then… so what do you want…”
“Well I need you to tell me EXACTLY what DJ did...”
I sigh, “HE did nothing…” I tell choosing my words carefully, “the hair is when I fell… he tried to catch me… but he could only grab my hair and it ripped out…” I reply. My hand went to my head and there were small puffs of new hair growing… My hair always grew fast. I smile at him as charming as I can.
“Okay…so what about the bleeding?” he asks.
I blush (well I didn’t have to fake that) and clear my throat, “I’d ummm started… you know…” I look down as if out of embarresment.
“Oh…” he closed his little pocket notebook and nods, “okay… well when you can you can return to DJ… there is no case here…” he turns and leaves.


Chapter 5


Mrs. Betsy comes in her eyes wide a few minutes later, “you really aren’t going back to that horrible man are you?” she asks.
I get up and put on my clothes the sore in my inner thigh has dispersed by now and the holes in my hands and feet are scabbed over. It hurts to walk but I ignore the pain, “yes I’m going back so move it old hag…” I growl pushing past her. In the hall I bump into Eric who looks down at me.
“Where do you think your going?” he asks.
I move around him and walk away, “back to my home…” I reply.
He grabs my arm, “your home is here Ally,” he states.
I yank my arm away and glare at him, “Look Eric I belong TO DJ now okay so back off” I walk down the stairs and out the door.

Back at DJ I open the door and close with a slam. My feet are throbbing now and I look around, “DJ?!” I call.
DJ comes around a corner pistol in his hand. Seeing it’s me he puts on the safety and hits me with it. I spit up some blood then look at him as he speaks, “what the hell do you think your doing coming back here girl?” he asks.
I look down, “I ca-came back… t-to be with you…” I reply.
He looks at me and calms down, “well… since your back I have some NEW clients for you. And you WON’T be seeing your old clients.”
I just nod not knowing what he meant by that.

A few weeks later I am hiding bruises, treating cuts and walking around like I had something up my ass literally. I hurt so bad… it is horrible.
A year passed to slowly for me. By then I had become wary of men. I ran away from DJ and stayed away from men… I stayed at shelters or hid in