WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE! IF YOU'RE NOT OK WITH THAT THEN DON'T READ IT.

I used to sit silently and watch as my parents yelled angrily at each other. Being so young I guess I didn't know what they were doing. They screamed horrible things towards each other, called each other names, just like children. Years later they finally got divorced. I was 8 by that time. My mother neglected me and hooked up with men to pay for rent and food. I remember trying so hard to get her attention but I never got it.

Finally, she paid some attention to me today, my 13th birthday, but I couldn't believe what she was telling me.

"Maya." My mother called my name. I perked up and ran over to her, hoping she would want to spend time with me. "Yes, mommy?" I asked. "We're not getting enough money. You need to get a job." She said to me. "You're a pretty young lady, just like me, so I want you to work the streets with me. Maybe then we can afford all the things you want." I stared at her in disbelief, it felt like a nightmare. I don't want to do that! I wanted to tell her no but I couldn't get the words out. Five years of longing for her attention and she gives me this. I was speechless. I felt like I was trapped in a hole trying to climb up but failing. This was just the beginning of my journey down to Hell.

After a while of staring, my mother walked away to greet a man. I watched as she, yet again, turned her back to me. Later that night, I locked myself in my room and ignored my mothers screaming. She yelled and cursed at me saying we needed money and if I didn't help her, she would abandon me. I quietly sobbed into my pillow until I fell asleep.

I was awakened by the sound of my door breaking and slamming to the ground. I shook in fear as I saw a stranger walk into my room with my mother. "That's her." She said to the man. He smiled and walked towards me as my mother walked off with a stack of money. I knew what he wanted, it was in his eyes.

I jumped up from my bed and bolted towards the opening of my door frame but, as I was passing him, he snatched my long hair and pulled me back. I was thrown onto the bed roughly. I tried desperately to get back up but he always pushed me back down. He kept one hand on my stomach, holding me down, as he pulled down my pants. I screamed at him to stop but he didn't. Instead, he pulled off my panties. I began to punch him as hard as I could, trying to wiggle out of his grip but it was useless and I knew that. But if I could just get him to lift his hand just a bit, I could run away.

He roughly and quickly pressed down on my stomach, taking all the breath out of me. I gasped for air and coughed violently. My stomach hurt and I was weak but I still attempted to hit him. I heard him unzip his pants in the darkness of my room. I yelled out for help. His hand traveled up to my neck and he choked me slightly but just enough to weaken my voice. Tears filled my eyes as I pleaded him to stop.

I felt his hand move my legs apart. I felt so weak but I still fought and tried to move my legs back. He got angry and slapped me across the face hard but I didn't care. He squeezed my neck and I coughed more. In my most vulnerable state, he moved my legs and I felt the tip of his penis against me. I felt my heart drop. I was going to lose my innocence by a man I don't know.

Pain surged throughout my body as he slammed himself into me. I felt warm blood rushing down my thighs as I whimpered in pain. He didn't wait and kept penetrating me. The pain hurt so bad, it felt like I was going to die. Eventually, the pain became numb and I just laid on my bed with tears falling from my eyes as this man violently took my virginity.

He slowed down for a bit and leaned down to attempt to take my first kiss as well. I realized this and moved my face to the side. He rammed into me again and the pain came back through my veins. He took his hand and grabbed my chin, moving my face towards his and kissed me. I refused to kiss back but he continued on and began thrusting into me again. He pulled back his face and thrusted faster into me, obviously reaching his climax.

I begged him not to cum inside of me as tears stained the sheets beneath me. He ignored me and with one final thrust he released his hot load deep inside me. I cried out at the stinging pain just and he pulled out of me. I tried pushing all of his sperm out of me with worry that I would get pregnant. If I gave birth, my mother would probably force me to raise it to become a prostitute as well. I saw the man fix himself up and leave. I was alone in the darkness of my room, shaking and crying, with no one to help me.