Trailer trash teen ch.6

An hour after she got off the phone with Razor, Tina
was sitting on a lawn chair just outside the front
door to the trailer home smoking a cigarette. She was
agitated: her body was trembling uncontrollably. She
felt like she should probably eat, but had no
appetite. Her mind was racing and she found it
difficult to concentrate on anything.

The sun had set and it was almost eight o’ clock.
She’d been fucked by two loan sharks a couple hours
before. She still couldn’t believe how fantastic it
had been, how incredibly awesome it had felt! She felt
guilty for doing it, though, and had to struggle to
keep herself from feeling ashamed. Yet she couldn’t
ignore the reason she’d done it, try as she might: to
help her dad.

Her dad. That asshole! That fucking alcoholic gambler
who, just four days before, had punched her! She
gently touched her eye, which wasn’t nearly as swollen
anymore, as she thought on this.

He’s still my dad, she thought to herself sadly. What
else can I do?

Tina hated him in a lot of ways, and always had. She
wanted nothing more than to move away to college, to
leave the trailer park behind and never see her
father’s face again. But she couldn’t bear the thought
of anything bad happening to him either! He was her
dad and, for all his faults, always would be. It was
all so confusing!

So that was it then. She’d made her decision: she’d
already fucked the two loan sharks, had even enjoyed
it immensely, so that they wouldn’t hurt him. But now
she needed to come up with over $300 by Saturday
afternoon as she’d promised, or it could be her ass!
Which was why she was counting down the minutes till
midnight, when Razor would be stopping by to pick her
up.

It was probably a bad idea for a lot of reasons, she
realized. Tonight she was going to officially become a
prostitute. That alone was bad enough. She felt her
empty stomach lurch at the very thought of it! But it
was like events were outside of her control, now: she
had to do it. She had to! There was no choice…

She shook away the voice in the back of her head that
tried futilely to remind her she always had a choice.
That voice had become easier and easier to ignore
these last couple of months. It was as if, deep
inside, Tina always knew exactly what she should and
should not be doing but that she had become an expert
in not only ignoring that part of herself, but in
fighting it, too.

She sighed when she remembered her classes as well.
She had to be up early for school, yet she was going
to prostitute herself at midnight? She had to make it
for class in the morning! She scolded herself for
being stupid enough to agree to starting tonight. She
could have begun the next night, but that would have
meant not going to Michelle’s party.

After finishing her cigarette Tina stood, felt dizzy,
then sat down again. She’d smoked too fast. She
breathed in deeply then pulled out another cigarette.

Just as she took her first hit from it, though, she
nearly screamed when Joey appeared.

“Hello,” he said in his usual quiet voice.

“Jesus Joey!” she shouted, coughing out a stream of
smoke, “You scared the shit outta me!”

He nodded in embarrassment. He always seemed
embarrassed, Tina realized.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” she asked, more gently
this time. It was easy to upset the poor kid, and Tina
hated doing that to him.

He shrugged. “Saw you come out.”

“Where’s your mom?” Tina asked.

Again the 12-year-old boy shrugged. “Work, I guess.”

Tina nodded. She took another hit from her smoke and
closed her bathrobe tighter around her body, then
said, “So what do you want?”

“I want to show you something,” Joey replied.

Tina was surprised. She hadn’t really expected him to
answer, unless he’d wanted sex. But if that’s all he’d
wanted, he would have just said so.

“Show me what?” she asked suspiciously.

“In my room,” he answered, backing away. “Come on…”

Tina rolled her eyes. What she really wanted to do was
go back inside, go to sleep, and wake up feeling
normal again. Of course, that wouldn’t happen: Razor
would arrive in four hours.

But to feel normal, go to school, feel normal again!
It was such an attractive thought. She shook it away.

“Alright,” Tina sighed. She stood up, held her
bathrobe tightly around her naked body, and followed
the boy to the neighboring trailer.

Inside everything was quiet. The TV wasn’t on, nor was
the radio. It was disconcerting: the trailer was
usually filled with sounds from both! Tina followed
the young boy to his bedroom in silence, feeling sort
of apprehensive about all this. Joey didn’t usually
act so mysterious.

She took a seat on the edge of his bed, the sheets of
which had pictures of WWF wrestlers on them. There
were similar posters on the walls of the small room,
and action figures, too. A typical boy’s room, she
thought.

He rummaged in his closet then came back with a
shoebox. He placed it next to her on the bed, and
stood before her.