What Will One Do For Money

One day my mom and I walked up a 3 mile Hill to get to a clothing store. We took my 10-year-old sister along for her to get an outfit for chorus for her chorus concert the next day. She has been practicing her songs every day for a week and now it’s time to buy the clothes. We get into the run down store and head straight to the dressing rooms. my sister picks out tons of different types of white shirts and black bottoms.

My mother and I noticed that she’s taking a little too long in the dressing room. We figured she was just admiring herself in the mirror. After about 10 minutes of waiting we call to her and we get no answer. Finally we open the dressing room door and my sister has disappeared. We make an announcement throughout the entire store and still no sign of my sister.  

All night long I had been searching for my sister calling her name getting neighbors to help me look for her. My mother had made good friends with one of the local sheriffs. We got a search party for her.  

Weeks go by even months and I’m grieving a bunch. My mother never once asked me how I’m doing and I never once see her shed one tear. Somehow we afford a new car and a new house in a new neighborhood. My mother is able to buy me all these designer clothes in bags and even household items. On weekends her and the sheriff vacation in Miami. 

Still my sister is nowhere to be found. 

I take a ride in an Uber to the old run down store and I stand in the same dressing room my sister was in. I noticed that in the middle of the floor the carpet is uneven so I pull it up and there’s a hole. I look down the hole and all I see is blackness. As I sit back up a tight grip pulls me in and I’m able to let myself back up.

Somehow my sister got kidnapped.

I overheard a conversation in my mother’s bedroom with the sheriff about when we’re supposed to get our next check.

And then it all made sense.

My sister disappears, my mother gains a sheriff boyfriend, and we gain a new Mercedes and a nicer house. We gain a fortune.

I confront my mother about it and she told me that she made a deal.

The sheriff is only a sheriff to cover up what he really does for a living. Sheriff Cooper is a sex slave owner.

She told me it was for the best and when I rather have everything that I’ve always wanted.

My sister disappeared and now has to give her body to any and every man so that me and my mother can live well. I’d rather be homeless if it meant seeing my sister again.

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3 thoughts on “What Will One Do For Money

  1. The feels, omg. Not sure if this is true to life or not, but it gripped my heart with metal claws. I have a sister too, and although I only got to be with her for a few years (our parents are separated), I would never ever want her to be in the situation of the sold sister here. 😦

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  2. I really enjoyed this. I thought it was real, then I noticed it’s under the category Story Time. Thanks for visiting my blog, it’s great to connect with you! Jenny

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