Lacy

She sits in the corner, weeping because although she fronts a tough side, she is breaking on the inside. And the worst part is no one cares. In their eyes, she's dirty and they don't want to get dirty.
And so, night after night, she is rented to strangers. Her innocence is sold to satisfy some man's sick soul. She is beaten, tortured and mocked. There is no mercy. She curbs the pain with drugs. This is The Life, and there's no way of escape. They threaten to kill her and her family. Or if she does run, they know where and how to get her back. Besides, where could she go? Even if she had a family to take her back, they couldn't understand what she had been through. How could she ever fit in to a normal life again?
Perhaps no one understands that this was not her fault. She didn't choose this life. She was stalked by a cute guy at a park. He befriended her and bought her expensive gifts. Soon she trusted him and when he offered her a better life and his heart, she believed him. It wasn't long before he sold her body to his friends. He told her he loved her and he didn't want to do it but they needed the money. The next minute he beat her. The mixture of love and violence created loyalty and fear, so she could not escape. There was no turning back. She was a slave.
She would probably be arrested, and have a criminal record. It wouldn't be her fault, but later she couldn't get a job since she was "criminal". She was a victim, but the world didn't see her like that. And soon, her mind became too blurred with lies her abuser told her. She was worthless and there was no hope for her. She was a slave now. Nothing else.
And Lacy was 12.