Good Girl

Candy, not her real name of course, just a name she figured fitted her job. Sweet enough to be violated, she jokingly thought.

In this scene she was to enter the room, approach the guy sitting behind the desk and get on her knees.

What was his name? Sam? Stan? Never mind, this wasn't a speaking role.

Just enough to pay the rent and a little left over to put away into savings. She hadn't been left with any money since her mother died. And her father was no use.

As she was looking around the set she spotted on the corner table, apples.

This brought back her memories of that room, those sounds.

Almost all nights she could hear them, mostly him. Cursing her, taunting her, mocking her. Abusing her.
She wrapped herself tightly in her thin duvet and forced herself into sleep.

At the breakfast table her mother wouldn't meet her eye. There was always a bowl of apples on the table whenever they had one of their nights. She never knew where they had come from. Maybe from him to make up for what he had done the night before.

I often heard him say "she's a good girl". Only because I obeyed him religiously for fear he would do something to me. I never took the chance. Anything he asked, anything, I done it. I heard what came from that room.

It was too much for my mother, I was young when she killed herself, leaving me. He couldn't handle it.

I was a "good girl", always obedient. That night. I was getting ready for bed, my bed. I was nearly there when he called my name, told me he needed me for something. He was in his room, that room.

My heart jumped a beat, I never went in there. He called my name again. My mouth moved, "yes".

Again, he called. It felt like a dream, he stood by the door...

Candy!

It's your que to get in there.

My feet started to move...

"good girl"