When teh sun had finally settled west of the sky and the air cooled i could make my way for the door. All day id been cramped behind the row of cars hiding my feet behind tires, beads of sweat dripping down my body, thirst quenching at my throat. But now the cool night sky had masked my face and i could creep easily through the house. Sav had gone out for the night, being a night owl that he is, and id be free to look for what i had come for. Evidence of my birth. Why id let him have my birth certificate is beyond my imagination. Maybe it was the heroin he was pumping through my veins at the time. Maybe it was the bruises he inflicted on my body. After i managed to run away i swore id never come back. But you cant imagine the difficulty it is in creating a new life without the evidence of your birth. So here I am, one week later, to collect my life. The house is dark and quiet, big and cool with no sound alone for the humm of the refrigerator. You cant imagine what its like to be a slave. It wasn’t like i was trying to get away, not until the lack of heroin brought on withdrawals worse each time until Sav decided id suffered enough. Why was he so cruel to me? What revenge did he have on me?
I met Sav on Hollywood blvd. I was working in a souvenier shop. The kind filled with MArilyn Monroes and Johny Depp tshirts, Hollywood lincense plates and thousands of styles of glittering pieces of jewelry. He was the first person to call me beautiful, and in my delusional little mind, i thought that meant something. He pinched my butt and said my cutt off jeans were sexy. I felt like a woman. He kept coming back, each time buying me a little piece of glittering jewelry. Elaborate costume jewels just like they wore in the movies. He asked me to Mel’s diner and I felt like a girl in a movie. I felt loved. I felt wanted. I felt sexy. I felt like a woman should.
But after he took me home one night, he said I never needed to work again. He said he’d take care of me. He asked me for my birth certificate, so that he could help me, if i ever got sick. I thought he just wanted to marry me. How could i be so naive? How could i be such a fool? How was i so blind?