Violated

There is a gang of thugs who hang out in the alley near....well, that alley way. They lay in and wait for me when they can. They don't rob me. What's there to rob anyway? But when they are bored, they push me around a little, bruise me a little. Last Saturday, I made the mistake of telling them to back off.

This time, they beat me up - 5 big guys and little me, who can't fight to save my life. They were going to rip off my clothes and leave me naked in the cold. They got through my jacket and were shredding me and my shirt up pretty good. I was pretty far gone by then, numbed by so much fear that I hardly felt the split lip, swollen eye and other bruises all over.

Later, when I came to, she told me they were slamming me against the wall when her brothers came out from their diner and pretty much beat the crap out of those boys. They let go of me pretty quick.

I come round and help them out whenever I can. I'd like to work for them. They are decent folks. But I'm not very sure how I could get out of my job at my current place. They pay me extra sometimes. They call it a sparring partner. Me, spar? It's more like beat-up dummy.

Well, we'll see. It's not like there's only one of me. There's the kids. I need the money.