The Escort

At the tender age of sixteen, Lily was roped into a life she never wanted, but it was one that brought her all the luxuries that the world could offer. Now, as bad as she wants out, she doesn't know if she can resist the sweet siren call of it. Will she get out before she falls in too deep? Or will the lifestyle drag her under before she has a chance to try?


6. Questions

When I came to, I was in the hospital. I had vague recollections of the night before but I couldn’t remember what would put me in here. I was hooked up to an IV, which was pushing something into me that wasn’t saline. Had Ma’s big bucks client beat me into oblivion? I checked stock, but there was no pain. They could have me on Morphine or something though. Where was my nurse? Where was anyone who could tell me what was going on? My breathing was a little erratic. What had big bucks done? I searched around for my bed for the call button. It took forever for the nurse to come in.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” The fake concern in her voice was evident.

“What happened? Where am I?” I dreaded her response.

“You’re in the hospital. You overdosed on heroin.” I couldn’t hide the shock on my face. I think she took that as a ‘I’m usually so careful though’ face. “That’s just what happens when you engage in those behaviors.” She said, deadpan.

“I don’t use drugs there’s got to be…” I let the thought trail off. Whatever happened last night had put me in this situation. I couldn’t sell out my life, but how in the world did I overdose on heroin?

“There’s no point in lying. We did your blood work. But we need to get some information on you. Can I get your name and date of birth?”

What was I missing here? Mark was the man’s name. He had asked me to come in a coat and stilettos. I got to his apartment and then everything went blank. The nurse put her hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from her. The move was involuntary, but I probably would have done it anyways. I hated to be touched.

“Just keep me Jane Doe then. Can I have the phone?”

Giving them my name- Lillian Russo- would probably raise flags. I could guess which hospital I was at because of what part of town I was in. I had to get a hold of someone to come get me. Luke was my first choice. He was probably going crazy trying to figure out where I was. I wasn’t supposed to be gone overnight. This was the last straw in Evelyn’s games. All of my clients would be screened by Luke from now on. No more favors, no more extra assignments. If Luke had a chance to run a background check on Mark, I had no doubts that I wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

“Sorry, we have you on a psychiatric hold. You can’t call anyone until it’s over.” There wasn’t a drop of sympathy in her voice.


“Wait, what?” I yelled. A psych hold? What in the world for? It wasn’t like I had done this myself. Though I suppose they couldn’t know that because I wasn’t exactly talking to them.

“We do need your information though,” she pursed her lips, “You didn’t have any ID or clothes on when you were admitted.”

I laughed. Of course I didn’t have ID on me. Why would I be that stupid? Then Mark would have known my real name and age, and whatever illegal ass shit he was into would have tripled.

“You can’t make me tell you anything.” I said.

“That’s your decision. But the best way we have to treat you is to get your name and your medical records. I’m guessing you don’t want us to know your history.”

“There’s no history for you to know. I’m not a junkie.” I crossed my arms around my chest. If I gave her my name, my world would be upended. The cops would take me into some sort of foster care and take Cassie out of my parent’s house. I’d be taken away from Luke. I shook my head. “I’m not telling you anything.”

“Again, that’s your choice. But you’re only hurting yourself. What happens to you from this point on is on you. If you don’t want to be truthful with me, then you’re going to have to live with those consequences.” The look on her face clearly showed her disapproval. She didn’t understand anything. I couldn’t lose my life over a mistake with a client.

“You know, I really don’t like you. Can’t you just respect my wishes, bring me a phone, and stop badgering me about my name. All you need to know is what those blood tests showed you to treat me. I’m not on any medications. I don’t have a history of drug use. Help me instead of doing whatever it is you’re doing.” I rolled my eyes as I spoke.

“Just as stupid as the others,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Excuse me?” I tried to keep my voice steady but my anger was getting the best of me. Who did this woman think she was? I just wanted Luke. I wanted my best friend here by my side as I went through this. Rage tears were threatening to come forward, but I didn’t want her to see me cry. “Get out of here. Now.”

She looked at me in shock, but didn’t argue with me. Good for her. I wasn’t in the mood for arguing. The tears spilled over. I glared at the nurse, trying not to let my mouth get me into trouble. I did everything I could to calm myself down. I clenched my fists and took in a deep breath. I let the breath out slowly and looked up. An older man with a white coat had come into the room. I assumed he was my doctor.

“Before you ask, I’m not telling you my name.” I said. He smiled softly, genuinely, and then sat down next to me.

“That’s alright, Lily, I already know your name.” I stared at him, stunned.

“How do you…” I stuttered.

“I have my ways. Why don’t we talk about why you’re here?”

I stared at him, still in complete shock. But really, how could I talk to him about why I was here when I barely knew that myself? I was at a john’s house, and then I was here. I didn’t even know if I had slept with the man or not.

“I don’t know why I’m here. I don’t know what happened.”

“I don’t doubt that. If the man who brought you here hadn’t found you, you’d be dead.” He was genuinely concerned. And making Mark my savior? Yuck. “How long have you been using heroin?”

“I’ve never used it before.” I closed my eyes and willed myself to remember what had happened. “I don’t… I’m not a junkie or whatever. I don’t use drugs. I just want to call Luke. I need him.” Tears fell down my cheeks. “He’s probably worried.”

“He’s sitting in the waiting room. He brought you in last night.” My eyes popped at the words. Luke was here. How had he brought me? Had I made it home… Did I bring a syringe of heroin from Mark’s? What in the world happened last night?

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