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The Escape to Happiness Part 2

Will she ever fight her demons?

By Elizabeth HarrisonPublished 6 years ago 5 min read
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Prostitution was just like being back at school, Moira thought to herself, all the girls hung about in certain groups; they bullied one another, got into fights if a girl was in another girl's patch, jealousy...the list goes on.

"You're stealing my customers! You are a scruffy bitch, go stand at your own corner," yelled one girl to another.

They both got into a fist fight that night, that was until their pimp came out and put a stop to the madness. It was just pure jealousy, but they had to make money somehow, and if you stood in another girl's patch and took their customers, that was less money for the other girl.

Moira has befriended one of the working girls; they really hit it off, and that's when Moira learnt some true secrets about how most of the women became prostitutes. It wasn't as easy as just deciding because they needed money as Moira had done, a lot of the women had it forced upon them; they never chose this life, they got dragged into it.

Shelby was the name of Moira’s newfound friend. She was a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair, hourglass figure, and she stood 5 feet 11 inches. She had told Moira of how most of the women were drug addicts, and that it was their pimp who had forced the drugs into their system. He always preyed on the less fortunate who needed to be loved or even money. Shelby once said their pimp, when first meeting them, would befriend them, earn their trust, and once asleep he would inject them with heroin, and that's how they became dependent on him, and once they were dependent and were eating out of his palm; he'd make them earn money for him, resulting on prostitution. The most horrible thing about this story is that if they didn't make enough money for a night or didn't get so many clients, he would beat them.

It was beginning to make sense why the women fought over clients so much. Moira was hating her decision even more now, what if he did this to her? One thing Moira didn't understand was how could women get clients if they were cut up and bruised? The logic didn't make sense to her, but what did she know?

Moira didn't have many clients that night as she decided to go home early. She never went to the male's house; she always requested they did it in a secluded area, and he drives her back to where he picked her up from. It was always in the back of Moira’s head things going wrong; nobody would believe it, but prostitution was a dangerous job; who knows what the strange men could do? As soon as Moira’s head hit the pillow thoughts began swarming around her head. She begged she wouldn't need to do this thing for long. Every night she left the house to go to the street, she felt more and more ashamed, even her reasoning and excuses weren't cutting it anymore. How did her life become such a mess?

It had been five months since Moira began working the streets, she was sat upon her bed counting her savings as she was counting she wore the biggest smile on her face; she hadn’t smiled like this in what felt like forever. She was convinced she had enough money to leave this place; the five months paid off; Moira had eight grand saved up. She was over the moon. She began to start packing all her belongings that she could take. She knew they were a lot of memories she was going to have to leave behind, but she saw this as a new chapter of her life. She was determined to get herself back together. She made sure she packed her teddy and her musical jewellery box that her father had bought her for her birthday when she was much younger. Moira’s father had died in battle when she was 6, she'd never forget that day. She remembered the day clearly, remembered her daddy passing her this present all wrapped up in a princess wrapping paper. She had known her dad wrapped it because he wasn’t the best at wrapping, which made it all more special. He was himself; he didn’t feel the need to make everything perfect because he knew his baby girl loved him and appreciated everything about him. She couldn’t wait to unwrap it; her excitement had grown the more paper she ripped off, as she got closer and closer to revealing this present, she knew she was going to cherish it for the rest of her life. Her eyes lit up when she caught the first glimpse of this magnificent present. It was midnight blue and had a velvety texture to it, but she remembers her dad calling it suede. She opened it and a princess began to spin around to a beautiful tune. It was gold on the inside and the princess was made from porcelain. Her daddy had gotten her a musical jewelry box and at that moment, she had fallen in love with this present and ten years later she still loved it. She hadn’t listened to it in a while scared her mother or Robert would take it from her, so she hid it away from the world until the day Moira could free it from the shadows, and that day was today.

Moira had booked her plane tickets for later that night when she knew her stepfather would be passed out. Moira wasn't looking back, no more working the streets. She was glad she escaped the streets before things escalated, and she couldn't ever walk away from prostitution; she felt guilt rising for her new friend Shelby, but she knew she couldn't go get her; it could jeopardize everything.

When Moira woke from her long-needed sleep, she realised her plane had landed, Moira was overwhelmed with emotion. 'Never again will he be able to hurt me, never again will I need to do all the sinful things I've done and never again will I feel like life isn't worth living.' Moira hugged herself as the realization sank in... she was free.

Moira finally escaped and had found her journey to happiness.

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About the Creator

Elizabeth Harrison

I'm a mother to two beautiful children, happily engaged and I'm from Leeds, West Yorkshire. I've always had a passion for writing ever since I was little, it's ones of my hobbies alongside drawing, reading and crafting.

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