Changing Faces

Chapter One

As I lay on the beer and semen stained mattress looking at the ceiling I thought about how things could get better in my life. The heavy weight of the man on top of me made the bed creak and my mother's evil smirk did little to ease the hurt and disgust that I felt at this moment. The betrayal of the woman who pushed me from her womb. Who was supposed to be my guide and protector while I walked this earth. The unconditional love and trust was never there. Instead, all there was between us was hate and profit.

          The profit being the tender, untouched flower between my legs which had been broken apart at the age of seven. My mother didn't see a child, she saw a walking dollar sign. I Was her money tool. Something she used daily to feed her sick, insatiable habits of drugs and alcohol. The b***h would get what she deserved. The payback will be one to remember and the realization of it all came flooding across my mind as I watched my mom smile bigger as the man climaxed on my face and stomach.

          "You little w***e I knew you would love this one. His c**k is enormous isn't it, I tried it out myself," my sat and lit a cigarette. I ignored her and I cleaned myself off and got dress. She continued to talk. "He paid a pretty penny for your trashy ass, I guess that means you can take a couple of days off. Give your rotten v****a some rest." I flicked her off and walked out the door ignoring the snide comment she said as I left. 

          I walked to the only place I ever knew. My safe haven where no one could touch me not even my mother. My thoughts collided with each other and mixed with the sound of the waterfall it soothed my aching soul. I Wished at that moment that I could be as free as the waterfall cascading down the smooth rocks. No worries, no fears or judgement. Just a carefree descent into a new direction. "Pretty little things like you shouldn't be out alone so late at night. 

          There are all kinds of predators on the loose you know," the man was right behind me. I took a deep breath then exhaled not at all worried about what this man was capable of. "I've seen the worst of the worst. Felt the worst of the worst so I'm not worried at all about these so called predator's sir." I turned to face him and my heart slowed and skipped several beats not expecting to see someone so handsome.

          He was very tall, at least six-two and well built. Not too skinny and just enough muscles. I could get lost in the brownish-blue gaze that stared back at me as if reading my soul. His skin was just the right shade of tan and appeared to be just as smooth as the rocks of the waterfall. His features seemed to be otherworldly they were so refined and he was just so damn fine. He seemed to be just as taken aback by me as I was with him and that confused me. 

          I was nothing to look at. Nothing to even give a second glance to but he couldn't stop staring at me. It made me feel some type of way. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that was never there before. What was it? Love, lust or just the appreciation that someone was actually admiring me and not what was underneath my clothes. "Are you okay?" the man asked moving closer. I took a step back and nodded my head, "I'm sorry, it's just that you caught me off guard." 

           "Yeah, I tend to do that amd I do apologize I really don't mean any harm." The man paused as if he was unsure to take another step. I looked at him again then looked away. My tongue was tied I couldn't figure out what else to say so I decided to sit down. The man inched closer and sat down too, "What are you doing out here by yourself, trouble at home I'm guessing." I smirked, "You have no idea. I come here to get away from it all, I didn't realize that I shared my safe haven with someone." 

          "Things must be pretty damn bad if you need a safe haven. Most girls just lock up in the room and don't come out." The man stared at me intently daring me to tell my secrets. I ignored his gaze, "Things are a living hell and I don't think they can get any worse, If your expecting me to tell you my life story your mistaken." The man shook his head, "Not at all, you don't even know me. I would never ask such a thing. Maybe in the future though."

          I turned my head towards him and frowned, "your talking like your going to be apart of my future." "Maybe, maybe not who knows how things may play. I am interested though just in case your wondering." The man stood to his feet and dusted his pants off. I stared at the water not sure of what to say or feel. I had the stench of old clothes and s*x all over me. My hair was dirty and matted and my skin was far from the smooth light brown it was supposed to be. 

           "Why would you be interested in me, as you can see I don't really live up to your standards. I'm dirt poor and have nothing you would ever want. This must be a sick game my mother wants to play to torture me more." I shook my head and pulled at the grass. "I don't know your mother but who cares what don't have, what matters is what's on the inside. Will you be here tomorrow?" he waited patiently for me to respond. 

          I wasn't sure if this was a game or not but I loved being in his presence, he gave me the attention I craved, "Yeah, maybe maybe not I guess." I smiled at him even though I knew my teeth and lips were messed up. "I'll be waiting love," he turned and disappeared into the night. I grabbed my chest and took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves. This couldn't be happening. Good things don't happen to me. But, maybe, just maybe they could. I looked at the water once more than turned and began my walk home.