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"Hey sweetie... come here honey..." a drunken man called to the barely 18 year old girl standing in the bar. "C'mon baby. Help a poor guy out. Gimme somma that sexy." He reached for her leg and began to feel her up. The girl shrieked and tried to turn away but he grabbed her around the waist and brought her to him. With all her might, she pushed away from him when he touched her in her private areas. The man just laughed and pulled her even tighter against his beer belly. His breath reeked of alcohol.
"Get off me asshole!" she screamed. The blaring music and loud talk droned her pleas, like every other night. The man laughed once again and fondled her breasts. All of a sudden another drunken man was pushed into the beer-bellied man. He lost his grip on the girl and let go of her trying to save himself from falling on the floor. She quickly got up off the floor. The drunken men in the bar had all started a brawl. Running to the side of the bar, she opened the door and shut it abruptly behind her.
"Well...?" an older woman asked. "What the fuck happened?" The young girl remained silent looking down at the ground. "Misty! I left you with that man so he could do it with you. How the hell did you fucking get out of this one again? We needed that fucking money!"
"I... I'm sorry mother. There was a fight and he got into it and they were all over the place..." Misty was interrupted by a hard slap on her cheek.
"Shut the fuck up bitch! I sent you to do something and you screw it up again! What the hell am I going to do with you? Let's go. We're not going to get any money tonight." She swiftly pushed the girl towards their rundown motel room that was next to the bar. "Worthless piece of shit," her drunken mother mumbled as they walked into their room.
Misty ran straight to her part of the room that was sectioned off with a couple of sheets for privacy while her mother went to get a bottle of vodka off the table. She quickly changed out of her tight smoke filled outfit and entered the bathroom to take a quick shower. A couple minutes later she changed into her favorite pair of pajamas that she had stolen a couple of weeks ago from a nearby mall and went back to her "room". She took out her CD player and began listening to her favorite band the Backstreet Boys. They were her one and only inspiration to live and bear with her horrible life instead of turning into what her mother had become: an alcohol loving, drug addicted whore.
"Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely" filled her headphones. This was Misty's favorite song on their album. "Nights of light so soon become, wild and free I can feel the sun. Your every wish will be done they tell me... " sang AJ's soulful voice. Tears came to her eyes as she thought of her long lost best friend. She felt for her necklace where her silver ring was hanging and began rubbing it. She missed him terribly. They hadn't spoken to each other since that day she left Orlando.
A couple of months ago, while passing through the many towns she and her mother had been in, she saw a poster of a rough looking but cute guy in a music store. Misty went up to the store window to see who it was. The bottom of the poster read, "AJ McLean, Backstreet Boys". She gasped and looked at the poster once more. *Alex...? That can't be him. My shy, sweet Alexander?* she thought. Walking into the store, she started searching for the CD. *Backup... no, Backside... no no... Backview... dammit, what the hell is the name again?* Misty looked in the B section and finally found it. *Oh, the Backstreet Boys... Millennium, cool name.* Looking around her for any security cameras or store clerks, she discreetly took off all the detectors and slipped the CD into her sweatshirt pocket.
Misty began searching through magazines whenever she could get away from her mother to find out any information about AJ. She figured out that the Backstreet Boys were the hottest thing ever to hit the US since the Beatles. She read the little fact sheets in the mags to get to know what he was like now. Her mother knew nothing of Misty's new found interest because she was too drunk or high to even notice her own daughter.
Coming home late, bringing home drunk men, drinking herself into a stupor, getting high every morning, forcing Misty to become a prostitute were some of the things Sara Simmons had done ever since that day she left Orlando with her little daughter. A week before that unforgetful day, Mark Simmons, Misty's father announced that he wanted a divorce from Sara. They were barely 19 when they got married. Sara and Mark seemed like a loving couple but then Mark changed. He cared about nothing. He told Sara that their marriage was a mistake as was Misty. After a night of bickering, he took their van and left without looking back. Sara had broke down and refused to let anyone help her. That's when everything went downhill for poor Misty. Sara began drinking and scolding her daughter over every little thing. She couldn't stand living in the house, so she decided to leave.
They traveled for days and finally stopped in a small town in northern Florida. Sara walked into a bar with Misty. A man walked up to her and seduced her. She was vulnerable and was quickly turned into the life of prostitution and drugs. Sara thought this was the best for her and Misty since she could easily make some fast money. All the alcohol and drugs made her extremely abusive towards Misty. They hardened her. She had no feelings towards anyone or anything. She blamed Misty for her break up with her first husband.
Soon they were running out of cash for food. That was when Sara realized Misty could bring in more money than she could since she was so young. Many men would want her young body. She forced Misty into a life of prostitution. Misty tried to resist but the men were too strong. She screamed whenever a man would try to get on her, but it was no use. Every night she would be with a different man. Every night she would just lay there and let them have their way with her. When the man was done, he brought her to the motel that she was staying at. She would take a shower, change, and then listen to her Backstreet Boys CD while crying herself to sleep.
On the nights that her mother never came home, she thought of many ways to escape. But whenever she tried, she was always caught and severely punished. She dreamed of living the good life back in Orlando with Alex, but she knew that would never happen. Never in a million years would she have thought to ever see her Alex again.
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