Forbidden Desires

Two

Life wasn’t kind to Rhys Sparrow. Her mother was a s*x worker who just happened to be spending a weekend with her father. Her father Dawson Sparrow was a truck driver. He delivered along Highway 99, between Seattle WA and Vancouver BC. Naturally he was gone a week, some days he couldn’t take her with him, so his mother took care of her in his absence. Rhys’s mother wanted nothing to do with her, she stayed with her father while she was pregnant with her, but at her soonest convenience, she dumped her with him. 

Rhys was born in Vancouver BC. Having blond hair and blue eyes, she was the ideal make up. Rhys was fairly thin, pale skin and stood about 5’10. Her father always told her that she looked more and more like her mother as she got older. Part of her wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Her grandmother hated her, whenever she had to stay with her, the woman would get drunk and lock her in a closet. Leaving her locked away for hours; sometimes days. With little food and a bucket to pee in.  She never did find out the  reason, perhaps her grandmother cursed her for being born, considering what her mother did for a living.

As she got older, the less time she had to spend with her grandmother. Her father married a new woman who was able to take care of her. She never saw her grandmother again; her father had wanted nothing to do with her once he had found out about the abuse. Her stepmother Claire was a dream. When she was 10, Claire had become pregnant with her little brother who they later named Mason. The four of them lived a pretty happy and normal life. Of course like any happy tale, that was about to change. The week before her Grade 12 graduation, was the worst week of her life.

Rhys remembered that night like it had just happened. She was at home studying for her final exams, her parents and her brother were on their way back from Seattle. The first time her father took them with him on one of his runs. Unfortunately, they would never make it home. The knock broke her from her studying trance she was in. Getting up off the leather couch, Rhys walked to the door. She could see the flashing lights though the living room blinds. The last thing she remembered before the grief took her over were the details of her family accident, then learning no one survived. The police wanted to know everything, why they were on the road so late. The only thing she could tell them between sobs was that her father was a trucker and had taken her stepmother and little brother with him.

When she finally saw the images of the wreck, it was unrecognizable. The tractor trailer was twisted and crumpled, like someone was balling up a piece of paper to toss away. The other semi who had hit them head on, was in pieces. The cab was joined to her fathers cab by metal and flames; where the trailer was wrapped around a telephone pole. And when we say wrapped, we mean the trailer obliterated the telephone pole. No one survived that crash, the remains were identified by what was left for dental records.

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Now 3 years later, Rhys had relocated downtown New York City. She left her home town for a fresh start. However fresh starts weren’t always the answer. No, with the little bit of inheritance she got, she left and headed east. New York was supposed to be a new and fresh start for her. However, like most dreams, she had to put it aside and find work.

Now where she ended up finding work was at a local strip club. She started out as a waitress but ended up becoming a dancer. Why? You made more money and tips were usually good. Rhys did have to make sure she wasnt followed home by any of the males, some got way too attached to her. Of course it happened to all the girls, there was usually one male who wanted to have more than just a lap dance. Those were the men you had to watch out for, most of the time they had an ulterior motives. Rhys knew about the missing women, but there wasnt anything she could do about it however she had no intention of becoming one.

Her plan of attack was that she carried a switch blade in her bra. You couldn’t be to0 careful when you worked in a club and walked home through back alleys at night. Rhys lived about 6 blocks from the club, where she was renting a 2 bedroom apartment that was a bit run down but it was within her price range.  The building was red brick, with an old school stair cases on the outside. She lived on the second floor, so in the summer it was hot as hell. In her living room she had a sliding glass door that lead to a small deck. Her apartments floors were all hardwood so easy to keep clean.

The bathroom was as basic as you can get; a sink, shower/tub combo and a toilet. There was no shelves so she had to put up a few small single shelves of her own. Her kitchen had two sinks, a small stove, L shaped counter tops and an apartment size fridge. Rhys didn’t mind the smallness of it because it was just her.  However deep down she did wish she had someone to share it with.  Rhys was use to being alone, it had been 3 years since she had really been around anyone outside of work. She was afraid to let anyone in. It was bad luck, everyone seemed to leave her at one point or an other. 10, Claire had become pregnant with her little brother who they later named Mason. The four of them lived a pretty happy and normal life. Of course like any happy tale, that was about to change. The week before her Grade 12 graduation, was the worst week of her life.

Rhys remembered that night like it had just happened. She was at home studying for her final exams, her parents and her brother were on their way back from Seattle. The first time her father took them with him on one of his runs. Unfortunately, they would never make it home. The knock broke her from her studying trans she was in. Getting up off the leather couch, Rhys walked to the door. She could see the flashing lights though the living room blinds. The last thing she remembered before the grief took her over were the details of her family accident, then learning no one survived. The police wanted to know everything, why they were on the road so late. The only thing she could tell them between sobs was that her father was a trucker and had taken her stepmother and little brother with him.

When she finally saw the images of the wreck, it was unrecognizable. The tractor trailer was twisted and crumpled, like someone was balling up a piece of paper to toss away. The other semi who had hit them head on, was in pieces. The cab was joined to her fathers cab by metal and flames; where the trailer was wrapped around a telephone pole. And when we say wrapped, we mean the trailer obliterated the telephone pole. No one survived that crash, the remains were identified by what was left for dental records.

                                                                                * * *

Now 3 years later, Rhys found herself working in a strip club, located downtown New York City. She left her home town for a fresh start. However fresh starts weren’t always the answer. No, with the little bit of inheritance she got, she left and headed east. New York was supposed to be a new and fresh start for her. However, like most dreams, she had to put it aside and find work.

Now where she ended up finding work was at a local strip club. She started out as a waitress but ended up becoming a dancer. Why? You made more money and tips were usually good. Rhys did have to make sure she wasnt followed home by any of the males, some got way too attached to her. Of course it happened to all the girls, they’re usually was one John who wanted more than a lap dance. Those men you had to watch out for, most of the time they had an alternative agenda. Rhys knew about the missing women, but their wasnt anything she could do about it.

Her plan of attack was, she carried a switch blade in her bra. You couldn’t be to0 careful when you worked in a club and walked home through back alleys. Rhys lived about 6 blocks from the club, she was renting a 2 bedroom apartment that was a bit run down but it was in her price range.  The building was red brick, old school stair cases on the outside. She lived on the second floor, so in the summer it was hot as hell. In her living room she had a sliding glass door that lead to a small deck. Her apartments floors were all hardwood so easy to keep clean.

The bathroom was as basic as you can get; a sink, shower/tub combo and a toilet. No shelves so she had to  put up a few small single shelves. Her kitchen had two sinks, a small stove, L shaped counter tops and an apartment size fridge. Rhys didn’t mind the smallness of it because it was just her.  However deep down she did wish she had someone to share it with.  Rhys was use to being alone, it had been 3 years since she had really been around anyone outside of work. She was afraid to let anyone in. It was bad luck, everyone seemed to leave her at one point or an other.