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Sunday, 8:00 pm
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Home
“Thank you all for joining me on my broadcast and sending those wonderful donations. Have a lovely day or night, see you in my next broadcast, love Angel Dust.” I ended the broadcast with a slutty smile and turned off the live. I cleaned up all the used sex toys, the empty lube bottles, etc. The theme of this live was ′Daddy’s Little Boy in the Playroom’. After cleaning up and putting stuff away, I checked the donations and received over $300.
“Ashton! Get your ass down here now!” My dad hollered down the broken and raged stairs. “Coming.” I got up and threw on some stained sweats and my favorite black hoodie that had a duck-shaped hole on the sleeve. “Hurry the fuck up!” My dad slurred. I got up and left out my doorway that had a long sheet as a door, turned into the hall, and down the loud creaking stairs.
“Yes sir?” I stood in front of his drunken state leaning back in his favorite recliner, the dark stained fabric turned the green color a deep brown. “I see you’ve finished streaming.” He gave me a crooked smile. “Yes,” I replied uncomfortably. “When will you show your pretty little face? The watchers want to know who their favorite whore is behind the screen, the lips down ain’t gonna cut it.” He laughs and examines me throughout the entire conversation, making me sick to my stomach.
“Did you watch it?” I held back the disgust in my voice. “Of course, to keep track of the amount of donations, of course, you skyrocketed and the money came flowin’ in, I did a great job signing you up when you were 14. Now you’re the most popular on the whole platform’s website.” He rubbed his chin weirdly. “Ask me if I enjoyed myself.” He smiled and licked his lips. I hesitated to answer and repeat the question.
He shot up out of his seat and slapped me in my face, making me fall hard on the floor. “Ask me. If I enjoyed myself. During your stream.” He stood over me with his crotch close to my face. I almost threw up on the spot. “Did you enjoy yourself during my stream?” I coughed and frowned at him. “Yes indeed.” He kneeled on the ground and pushed me down. “P-please.” My heart began to race and my breath started to speed up, and my body began to shake. Not again, please.
He lifted my hoodie and suddenly stopped. “You didn’t change out your outfit?” He acted worried and caressed my stomach, hooking his finger in my lingerie top. “N-no because you called me.” I looked away and held the spot on my face he hit, the taste of iron filled my mouth. “Give me my money.” He demanded. “Y-You’re just going to spend it on alcohol and cigarettes, we need it to pay rent.” I quietly protested as usual.
“Do it look like I give a damn, if we get evicted? I have somewhere to go, unlike you. What are you gonna do to fend for yourself on the streets? HUH?! Sell your ass on the corner again?” He raised his voice and grabbed me by the front of my hoodie. “I-I had to, we n-needed food and you k-kicked me out.” Tears began to well up in the brim of my eyes. “You were 14 then, and you ran away, don’t give me that bullshit, ain’t nobody kick your dumbass out!” He raised his voice and pulled me forward then slammed me back down.
“B-Because you raped me.” I began to sob and hold my arms up to cover my face. “You know I didn’t mean it, sweetheart, I was drunk and you looked so much like your mother.” He faked a smile and straddled my hips and tried to ‘comfort me’. “It wasn’t just that one time.” I cried quietly, muffling my cries in my sleeve. “I can do whatever the hell I want to your short and scrawny ass, the only good thing about you is your birthing hips and your big fat round ass.” He grabbed my hips harshly, digging his nails into my skin.
“STOP!” I pushed him off of me in terror. “If you don’t give me my damn money, I’ll bring my guys over so they can take turns on you like they did before. Wanna make money like before or do you want to be a good boy and hand it over?” He pulled out his cracked iPhone. “I’ll give it to you, I’ll transfer it to you.” I got up shakily. “That’s my boy.” He gave me a wink and got up to sit on his chair, falling asleep instantly.
I wiped my tears and stood up, making my way to find some leftovers for dinner before I changed out my costume that fit tight around my body. The fridge only held my dad’s beers and his case of water he never lets me drink, the only water I can drink is the water from the sink and when the water cuts off I open the lid of the top of the toilet and drink from there. The cabinets and pantry were empty or only filled with foods that went bad because my dad told me not to eat them. After all, they were his even though he didn’t eat them at all either.
“Nothing good again.” I sighed and walked over to the hole in the wall that I kept hidden behind a frame my dad never looked at. I kept canned foods as an emergency just in case I was on the verge of starvation. Not to brag, especially in the state I’m in, but I look okay for a poor person. I’m not that dirty and I don’t smell as bad. My teeth are straight and clean, and I rarely get dirt under my nails. My hair is nappy most times but I used the plastic forks from my school cafeteria to comb my hair and the hand soap in the bathroom to wash my face and hair.
“Damn it, I forgot I lost the can opener. I looked around the small dirty kitchen and still couldn’t find it. I just gave up and put my canned fruit that was a year and a half past the expiration back in my hidden spot in the hole and just made my way back up to my room that only contained my pink backdrop and camera set up and all the things I needed for my broadcast on one side of the room and my dirty mattress and a small pile of clothes I wore every day at school along with my toothbrush, the same beat-up converses I wear every day, an equal pair of beat up and too big vans.
My book bag took the space in the other corner of my rectangular room, the sad Jansport book bag I had since I first started school. My blanket was a baby blanket I kept, the only thing keeping me warm and having the reminder of my mom, I wasn’t sure if she left us or just straight up and died. My thoughts overflowed, making me twist and turn on my mattress, causing the slumber to take over.
