She walked down the street in the cold and bitter rain. Shivering, she pulled her arms tighter around herself. 
She was so cold. 

She almost felt dead. Her body was empty and her arms and legs were heavy enough.

Her mother drifted into her mind. What was she doing, she thought, did she miss me? she might have but there was no way to tell, she wouldn't dare put her mother in danger by trying to call. 

The young girl walked in the rain feeling a little bit more lonely then before. 

A growling sound erupted from her belly. 

She hasn't eaten in almost three days and her body did it's best to let her know it...the constant growling and weakness serving as her biggest reminders.

Instead of trying to find food she listened to the sounds of her feet splashing in the puddles. 

That took her mind off of the hunger for the moment. 
“Never thought that I'd be leaving you today 
“so alone and wondering why I feel this way
“so wide the world 
“can live remember how to get me home to you
“someday we'll be together again…”

She sang to herself to keep her nerves at bay. A reflex she'd had since she was a child. 

But it didn't help…she couldn't help but wonder where she was going to sleep and how she was going to eat, the hundred dollars she had had last week was spent on food and clothes and supplies. 

She didn't like stealing, even though it was wrong it seemed like the best option at the moment. Maybe taking someone's purse or something like that....never to hurt anyone.

Rosemarie was her name and her past wasn't something that she was proud of…

Her father left her and her three sisters to fend for themselves with a mother that didn't have too much of anything.

She was desperate to help but minimum wage didn't even make a dent. They were falling and pretty soon they would be homeless. 

She confided in a friend who said that she knew a job that would help. Unfortunately for Rosemarie, the job wasn't exactly what she had in mind... 

Being a prostitute wasn't something that she saw herself becoming so she turned it down. But when she got home that same day she saw a pile of bills on the kitchen table. All with the red overdue stamp. 

They were at risk of being foreclosed on...

Next thing she knew she was miles away from her small Wisconsin town to the big city of New York. 

People worked on Rosemarie's hair and nails making her a new woman. 

Fear swept over her as her very first customer laid the rubber band of hundred dollar bills. He smiled and beckoned her over. 

Nervously she walked to him and took his hand. That night he had his way with her. Unknowingly taking her virginity. 

For the next two years she made at least one grand each dude a night…five hundred going to her boss and the other half to home. 

She felt bad for telling her mother that she was leaving to go to a better school and to get a job that made more money but they were doing so well.

That was all that mattered to her.

They were doing so well that her mother was actually able to go back to school and get her degree to become an RN. Rosemarie couldn't be more proud of her mother and couldn't wait to attend her graduation. 

Her bags were packed when her "Daddy" burst through the door demanding where she was going. 

“Home. I don't need this job anymore.” she said 

“You're mine now bitch!!! You can't just up and leave when you have work to do just because your little mommy is  graduating!!!” his slap on the side of her face almost knocked her back several years. 

Rosemarie was so confused. She had never seen this side of him before, he was usually nice and understanding! In fact she ended up falling for him a little bit…and he promised that the job was only temporary, until things at home got better. 

The next morning he gave his apologies and begged her not to leave claiming that he needed her. That he would be nothing without her. 

Too afraid to say no, she was forced to stay. 

She became less and less into her job which made things horribly painful for her. He made her take on more men each night claiming that she wasn't pulling her weight enough. 

She had so many men each night, she could feel herself slipping away. 

When she complained a beating was issued to silence her cries. Then he would begin to take more from her nights earnings. 

“But we agreed to split fifty fifty!” she complained to him one night. 

He smacked her to the ground and boomed cruelly, “Agreement's off!” 

It took her months before she was finally able to run. It took him breaking her wrist and fracturing a couple ribs for her to get up the courage. She doesn't even remember how she did it, just packing her stuff and leaving in the dead of night. 

So here she was, wandering in the pouring rain with no place to go constantly afraid he would find her. 

A splashing sound brought her back into her bleak reality. 

Glancing over her shoulder she saw nothing. She had convinced herself that it was her imagination that she was hearing things. She heard another splash and took off running without hesitation. 

Suddenly her foot caught onto something, sending her flying face forward to the ground. A scream erupted from her mouth as she felt her cast fly off her wrist. 

Wincing, she tried to pull herself up but was too weak.

Rosemarie laid there for a minute just wanting to be dead. But somehow she found the strength to pull herself up. 

Taking a deep breath, she darted down the sidewalk and to a nearby alley.

Not stopping she felt her feet hit grass. Glancing ahead she saw a porch light and ran to it. 

She hoped with every fiber of her being that they would help her. 

Climbing the steps took what seemed like forever and made her incredibly dizzy. Her hand knocked on the door softly. 

A man with green eyes opened the door to the pouring rain. Looking down he saw a girl passing out on the steps of his porch. Without hesitation, he swooped her up and carried her inside to other four friends he resided with.