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Copyright © 2010 Solaé Dehvine

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To my Mother Kathy Thomas Ross

All of the hard work and late nights were never in vain

Dawn of

The Freak

PROLOGUE

“You know what you gotta do!” the voice told her.

“I know” she responded. It’s right. I have to do it. This pain is too much, she thought as she crouched over to light the glass pipe. 

The pipe was more like a snake, hissing and biting at her when it didn’t get its way. That night, she had become a nuisance to the glass snake. She had long since sucked every morsel of crack from its glass intestines, yet she still sucked anyway. It hissed in irritation, letting her know it was still empty and needed to be filled with the white hardened substance.

Without her snake she found it hard to focus when the burning arrows of pain shot through her body.

“You gotta get some more. Try harder!” the voice screamed at her.

There was no one there on the dark corner, just her and the wind. But the voice was there. It was always there. In her mind it had settled from her first suck of the glass snake. 

“All you need is two, maybe three, and then we can go back and cop.” The voice told her the plan. It had everything all planned out.

Two or three Johns could make them enough money to get high all night. She agreed with the voice; she always did. Even when she didn’t agree, nothing in her was more powerful than the voice and she had to obey.

All of the other girls had left with their customers. Now it was time for her to find one of her own. She was in the perfect spot, a part of town that wasn’t far from the main road and yet it seemed like another city.

The street was littered with broken beer bottles and abandoned cars. Used condoms were the weeds and the uneven broken concrete was the grass. The sound of her four inch heels and the wind was all that could be heard that night. There was no doubt what went on there; this was where they went for dates.

She looked around trying to dream up a car. “Please someone come so I can get the fuck out of here,” she begged as she hunched over in more pain. The pain in her stomach was beginning to overpower her.

 “Once you get this money and a hit, it will calm down,” the voice promised her.

Under a long dress coat he she hid her secret well that night. Her bait was the fire red heels and the cherry bra that revealed her swollen breasts.

As she walked down the lone street to another corner, a black Honda Civic roared its engine up beside her.

Rolling down his window, he motioned for her to come over. “This is the one. Hurry up,” the voice coaxed her to the car.

“Hey baby, you want some company?” she asked, bending over into the passenger window letting her breasts fall from the bra.

He got the full effect without noticing what else was under her jacket. The area wasn’t known for street lights and in the dark he wasn’t able to examine her.

 He also didn’t notice the Dalmatian like burn spots covering her mouth. She concealed the  burns from her glass snake under her red lipstick, it matched the rest of her ensemble. All the man saw were her huge breasts jumping out of her coat, that’s all he cared about.

“How much?” he asked as he surveyed the street to see who was watching.

“Twenty for my lips, forty for everything else,” she recited her prices without thinking. The prices didn’t fluctuate like the stock market. In fact, they hadn’t changed in years.

He waved his hand, ushering her inside the warmth of his car. They drove away in silence. Only the sound of his radio was between them. Looking down at her lap, she saw her hands had begun to shake.

“Help me,” she whispered to the voice. 

“Get done with this so we can get a hit and you’ll be fine,” the voice reassured her. Pulling behind a vacant building, he  slid his car into the darkest spot possible.

No words needed to be spoken when he pulled his dick out. Even with the surprise in her coat, she crouched over the center console, opened her mouth, and accepted his member like a gift from Santa.

Slurping noises filled the car.

“Tighten your mouth. That gets it done faster,” The voice instructed her. It knew exactly what to do.

She did as she was told, tightening her mouth like a suction cup and rubbing his testicles like a genie lamp. The trick was to get things done fast and easy. Sometimes she ran into the “long nutters” as she and her co-workers liked to call them. She and the voice had mastered them too. They knew how to get them to explode and be gone with their money before there dicks were back in their pants.

Sucking him was easy, she simply did what she was told and let her mind drift to another place. She’d much rather fuck high, but tonight she didn’t have the luxury.

Closing her eyes, she dreamt of a place where she could  lay around and get high all day.

The place was majestic, with big comfy beds and no one to beg for a hit from her pipe. No pain, no pimps, and no bellies. Her dream was short lived.

His moans alerted her of the arrival of his orgasm. “Ughhh, I’m cumming!” he told her as if she didn’t know.

She only moved back to her seat after she was sure he was done letting his love juice float into her mouth. Doing that always made them tip. She held his juices on her tongue, tasting him. She was once afraid to do that, but now it was second nature.

Opening the door she spit his unborn children on the ground. The wind hit her and she felt another pain, this one momentarily paralyzed her. .

“Shit, get yourself together. You just gotta get the money,” the voice reminded her. 

“Ughh,” she couldn’t help but grimace from the pain.

“Did you pee on yourself?” he asked looking down at the floor by her side.

“W---What, baby? What do you mean?” she asked, still in acting mode. Every one of her dates was ‘Baby’ no matter what their name was.

The seat was wet and at that moment it happened. It felt almost like her bladder was emptying itself, but it wasn’t her bladder. She knew better than to think that.

More water came from her pelvis and then another pain. She couldn’t help by pull back her jacket and reveal her stomach.

Her belly had gotten big over the months, but the jacket concealed it better than she thought. Her ‘baby’ couldn’t believe what he saw.

“BITCH, YOU’RE PREGNANT!”

She couldn’t answer, the pain had taken over.

“You gotta get the fuck out of my car,” he said, pushing her towards the door.

“No, no. Please help me,” she managed to say. “I can just let it come out, then throw it over there,” she told him as she pointed to a green dumpster next to the building.

He put the car in drive. “I knew I shouldn’t have picked your ass up.”

I thought I had more time, she thought to herself. There weren’t any calendars on the street.  Four or five months was her estimate. Now her water had broken. How long has it been?, she silently asked the voice.

It gave no answer.

“Stupid crack head bitch. What the fuck you doing sucking dick and you’re pregnant,” he kept screaming.

As they drove closer, the sign for the hospital got bigger. He screeched to a halt in front of the emergency room.

“No, no, not here. I---I,” another pain hit her before she could finish begging.

“Get the fuck out!” he screamed at her as his feet hit the pavement. He jumped from the car and came around to her side. Snatching the door open he pulled her from the car and threw her down like discarded trash. 

“My---my money,” was all she could get out. Her screams about her payment weren’t loud enough for him to hear.

“You stupid bitch! Now I gotta clean this shit out of my car,” the man said, looking back at the soaked seat and passenger side floor.

“WHAT’S GOING ON OVER THERE!” someone yelled towards them.  She couldn’t see the person, but her date jumped in his car and left.

Maybe this was a dream, she thought to herself as she closed her eyes. She hoped that thinking the baby wasn’t coming would magically make the labor stop.

It’s not time for this baby to come yet, she thought. As she lay in her delusion, the sound of running footsteps got louder and louder. 

“Miss. miss, are you ok? OH MY GOD. GET A STRETCHER. THERE’S A PREGNANT WOMAN OUT HERE,” The man yelled. Soon more people were around her, asking her questions while picking her up from the ground.

“UGHHHH!” she screamed over and over again, still unable to talk. The baby was going to explode right through her, or atleast that’s how she felt. I don’t remember feeling like this the other times. Something’s wrong, she thought to herself.

The hospital florescent lights blinded her, as the  nurses in printed scrubs began tugging at her. Trying to find veins and hooking her to heart monitors wasn’t an easy task.