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- Aug 13, 2010
Callie sighed heavily as she got out of bed and took a quick shower. She was definitely dreading today. Lately she'd been feeling nauseous and her period was late so she was going in to see her OBGYN to see if she was pregnant. This definitely wasn't something she was looking forward to. She was only seventeen and still in high school so a baby would ruin her life. Of course she could always get an abortion but she would feel so guilty. Callie could be a bitch sometimes but she wasn't a horrible person. She just didn't think she could kill an innocent baby, especially since this would be her baby. She changed into a skin tight red dress that was very low cut and short. This was probably why she might be pregnant, because she always dressed like this and the guys could never resist her when she went out clubbing. Plus it wasn't like she ever said no to them. She loved sex but now she was in this terrible situation because she loved it so much.
To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.
Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much.
After doing her makeup, straightening her hair and slipping on her black five inch stiletto heels she left her apartment. She reached into her purse and grabbed her cigarettes, pulling one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had an arrangement with her dealer. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. She also attended high school but since it was summer luckily she didn't have to worry about her classes right now.
Callie was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1" and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked. They didn't mind how thin she was since it meant they could easily push her around and make her do whatever they wanted. Despite her small size her breasts were about medium sized. They were very perky and she loved showing them off. The guys always loved them too.
She tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as she got to her doctor's office and walked into the lobby, going up to the receptionist so she could tell her that she was here for her apartment. The girl told her to sit down and her doctor would be ready for her soon. She did as she was told, sitting down and pulling out one of the fashion magazines they had here. She needed to do something to take her mind off of this appointment. Sadly she couldn't smoke in here so that wasn't an option. She nervously bit her fingernails as she read the magazine. It was nervous habit she had. She was always trying to break it since she knew it was disgusting but for some reason she just couldn't stop. She was bouncing her leg a lot. If anyone saw her right now they'd know she was scared to death.
To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.
Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much.
After doing her makeup, straightening her hair and slipping on her black five inch stiletto heels she left her apartment. She reached into her purse and grabbed her cigarettes, pulling one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had an arrangement with her dealer. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. She also attended high school but since it was summer luckily she didn't have to worry about her classes right now.
Callie was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1" and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked. They didn't mind how thin she was since it meant they could easily push her around and make her do whatever they wanted. Despite her small size her breasts were about medium sized. They were very perky and she loved showing them off. The guys always loved them too.
She tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as she got to her doctor's office and walked into the lobby, going up to the receptionist so she could tell her that she was here for her apartment. The girl told her to sit down and her doctor would be ready for her soon. She did as she was told, sitting down and pulling out one of the fashion magazines they had here. She needed to do something to take her mind off of this appointment. Sadly she couldn't smoke in here so that wasn't an option. She nervously bit her fingernails as she read the magazine. It was nervous habit she had. She was always trying to break it since she knew it was disgusting but for some reason she just couldn't stop. She was bouncing her leg a lot. If anyone saw her right now they'd know she was scared to death.
