So you wanna know how it all began huh, how I ended up here in this messed up situation? My story isn’t really any different from anyone else; here there are people with worst stories. Could my situation have been avoided? Yes it could, if I had not been gullible and if I had made better decisions, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.
It all began as most things begin; with a conversation. I was sitting in the Mountain View pharmacy waiting on my mother’s hypertension prescriptions to be filled when he sat beside me. We were the only two people sitting and waiting and as he looked at me he said, “Hello there, “well aren’t you a little cutie”, “thank you sir” I replied, he was wearing his soldier’s uniform and he smiled at me through his moustache. He was dark complexioned and broad shouldered, he had a thick short neck which balanced his large bald head, he looked to be about forty five years old. He saw me scrutinising him and he winked, “how old are you? He asked, I could tell he wanted me, most men did I was five foot five inches, one hundred and twenty five pounds, I carried most of the weight in my hips, bust and butt, they liked my relaxed shoulder length hair, brown skin, pink lips and large innocent eyes. “I am fifteen” I replied
“Oh you look a bit older but anyway do you have a phone?” I took out my flashlight nokia that my friends called a “banger” and I showed it to him. “If you stick with me, I will soon upgrade you to the latest galaxy” he said, I smiled and wrote down my number. I had wanted a Samsung galaxy phone for a long time but didn’t know how I would get it, my mother was old poor and sick with three children and our fathers were non-existent, she could barely find money to send us to school much less to get me an expensive phone. I doubt she had ever held that much money in her hands all at once. My high school boyfriend had saved his lunch money and bought me the nokia so we could utilize digicel’s free texting, I had been delighted and appreciative but what I really wanted was an expensive phone so I could be “hot and hype” like some of the girls at my school.
He called and he texted me and we began a relationship, I went to Saint Hughes high school which was five minutes from up park camp, the soldier's headquarters where he worked. It was easy for us to see each other, he wooed me with two hundred dollar phone credits, burger king lunches and kfc dinners. I had never had a man spend so much on me and pretty soon we had intercourse, I was not a virgin, he was nice to me so I didn’t take long to give in to him, he took care of me, I thought he would be my sugar daddy, my saviour. I lived on cartridge road in Mountain View, in what people called the “ghetto” , I was poor, I had nothing, I thought my only way out was to find a man who could take care of me , I felt I was lucky to had found one so soon.
He soon fulfilled his promise of getting me a phone, he brought me a Samsung S4 and I was on top of the world. He said I had to get rid of my boyfriend who went to saint Georges because he hated to share me. I didn’t wish to do it but it was a choice between being with the boy I thought I loved or with the man who gave me what I wanted. It wasn’t really a difficult decision, with my boyfriend Roger I would starve he could only afford mother’s patties in the evenings but with my man Paul I ate good food and never ran out of phone credit.
I didn’t know where he lived, I never went to his home, he told me he had a wife and two children but his wife was very boring and nagging so he was glad to have me to satisfy and keep him happy. Whenever we had sex, we would go to a motel, I oftentimes arrived home late from school but my mother never questioned me for I brought in grocery and dinner and I stopped bothering her for lunch money. I fancied myself in love with him, who wouldn’t love a man who gave you whatever your heart desired and pleased you in unimaginable ways, we were so in love that we stopped using condoms and the inevitable happened.
At age fifteen I became pregnant and Paul panicked, even though it was not my fault he blamed me, we didn’t want a baby and we didn’t know what to do, I was already two months and experiencing morning sickness when we found out. He ignored me for a week, leaving me to suffer all by myself, I didn’t know what to do or where to turn but after the week he came back and i was overjoyed. He said he had a brilliant plan, he would make me abort the baby but not in Jamaica, he would send me to a clinic in the Bahamas and when I was all better I would come back and we could resume our relationship. I was ecstatic if he could do all that for me, it meant he really loved me, I had never flown on a plane in my life, he helped me to get all my documents together and in no time I was ready to go.
I told my mother I was leaving for a few weeks, she never asked where I was going or when I would be back, she just took the money Paul gave me to give her and told me goodbye.
When I arrived in the Bahamas I was met by a well-dressed lady named Miss Alice who hugged me and told me she was glad I could make it and she would take good care of me forshe and Paul were good friends. She brought me to her house and it was the largest, most beautiful house I had ever been in, it had six bedrooms and each bedroom had a bathroom, she had a housekeeper, a chef and a gardener and she told me not to speak to anyone of them. She told me whatever I wanted i should ask her and I would receive it.
A week after she took me to a small cottage where I met a skinny black man in a white lab coat who told me he was going to get rid of the baby for me. I was a bit apprehensive but he drugged me and I felt nothing, when I woke up my body felt empty and my vagina a bit sore.
Miss Alice told me I would rest for the next two weeks then I would go back to Jamaica, I had spoken to Paul almost every day and he said he was quite excited for me to come back so we could resume our relationship. For the next two weeks Miss Alice treated me like I was her daughter, we went to dinner often, she brought me to do a little shopping and even brought me to her hairdresser to relax my hair, I felt as if I didn’t want to go back, if Paul was where I was it would have been perfect. The only strange thing that occurred during that time was that Miss Alice went everywhere I went, I was not allowed to go out by myself and when I tried to ask the housekeeper about something one day, she told me not to speak to her as she didn’t wish to lose her job.
I was driven to the airport in Miss Alice car but she didn’t accompany me, she sent me with two men whom she claimed were her business partners and who would take care of me. I remember nothing about the drive other than ten minutes after we left the house I felt a prick into my neck, when I woke up, I was here in this place that I have been for the past two years.
I am in Mexico, and for the past two years I have been a prostitute, I am a slave I do whatever I am told and I do not go anywhere without an escort, I am not able to do what I please. I have sex with at least five men a day, I do not get paid, the money goes to my mistress, she buys everything i need. At first it was so hard having a strange man have intercourse with you, for the first couple of weeks I fought and screamed, but they starved me and drugged me and I soon learned to behave, now it feels like nothing, I obey, I be whoever they want me to be sometimes I even pretend to like it. It isn’t all that bad, I am in a house, I am given good food, nice clothes, I wear makeup and jewellery, and it is rich men that visit me. I am not on the street running down cars, begging them to buy me. Here I am exotic and they pay dearly to use me, the men love me, that is how I am able to speak to you, I convinced one of them to sneak me in a phone, I want to call my mother but I am scared, what will I tell her? I don’t know how to begin such a conversation and I am ashamed of what i have become so I will wait until I have enough courage.
I tried calling Paul once but as soon as he heard my voice he told me I was never to contact him again, he planned this, he lied to me, I meant nothing to him. I must go now, I hear someone coming , do not call me, I will call you, if they knew I had a phone, I think they would kill me, write my story, let the world know, but change my name please,i do not want to be recognized, I will tell you more next time.
To be contined.......
Written and copywrighted by Aneisha A smith, February 25, 2015
