Runaway

My name is Parker Rae Von, and I am ‘owned’; held against my will to the whims of men. My parents died when I was ten years old, so it was just me and my older brother Cody, at the time he was sixteen. Cody had to get a job so, he dropped out of school; he got into bad debts with people he couldn’t fix it with by the time he was nineteen. It had been those three years, I had to hide a lot when Cody’s work came home, he told me that they weren’t aloud to know me because, it would get him in trouble. When I turned sixteen three years later I came home to find my brother shot on the floor of our apartment building, with five men standing over his body with smirks; their faces menacing and filled with sinister, sadistic, and twisted grins. They took me, my brother screaming for them to let me go, I knew I would never see him again; and I haven’t since, and I never will, ever again.