Diary of a teenage ptostitute part 3

I think that smoking the crack those months was what really got to me. I was hooked but I was able to see how the people around me were acting. Crawling around on the ground picking up anything remotely white. I was headed there and thats why I left her. I couldnt stand to sleep with any more nasty perverts and smoke all my money away. This is going to sound weird, but that was a huge business decision for me at 12 years old and also a life changing one. Had I stayed there, I would have lived out the rest of my life that way.1

It also had an effect on how I treat men today, but I am trying to change that.2

Not that I changed that much. I quit smoking crack but I started smoking weed again, and inhaling all types of chemicals, and doing acid. As soon as summer hit things really got going. I started just not coming home and breaking into houses. I had 2 men that I still slept with for money, food and clothes. They were like 50 something and I used to joke with them how when I was 13 I would be too old for them. Looking back I see how sick and fucking twisted they were. I suppose I was too, living the way I was.3

I did get picked up by the cops a few times. I went to the weekend lockup a couple times, went to a psychiatric hospital twice. The second time I met a guy and we broke out together. It was probably one of the most adrenaline pumping moments ever. He stole a screw driver from the nurses station and when he had the window open he tapped an the wall of my room. I was so scared just sneaking over to his room. We jumped out the window and started running, right into a muddy cornfield. I gave up but he made it until the next day. They told my mom she couldn't bring me back any more because of the escape and because she wouldn't let them put me on lithium. I didnt find out about the lithium until I went through some papers a couple of years ago. The second time I was in there she even brought one of my boyfriends up to visit me, I nener had a chance I think.4

I had alot of boyfriends that summer, some that I bounced back and forth with with my friends. Some of them knew I prostituted and some were normal boyfrinds. I used to break into houses with David, from earlier. And then I met another David my best friends cousin, who I also broke into houses with. I used to break into my own house alot too, and steal weed, food clothes whatever. My grandpatents and other extended family were outraged when my parents called the cops, changed the locks, but I deserved it. I stole their T.V. and VCR for gods sake. Anything not to have to go home, I had to survive on my own. I hung out with my best friend Pauline alot that year and I have to admit I still look back at that summer and remember some of the most fun times in my life. It was definately the most free time in my life. I knew Pauline my whole life. Me, her and Brandy had all grown up with our parents as party partners. I quit hanging out with Brandy because she was competition I didnt need at the time. Pauline was more like my partner and I still get sad and miss her when I think about her.5

When I was with Pauline I was most happy. We hung out with her cousins who were around our age and did what ever we wanted. Her cousins were Nick, Justin and Billy. Their grandpa would buy our ciggarettes and boones farm wine for us and he let us sleep in his camper every night. Before that I had shared many homes outside with different friends, some boyfriends. I stayed in a huge metal thing in granger dump, and I slept outside at the park and a elementary school. Sometimes I would stay at peoples houses. The grandpa would take us to the horse races and give us money, take us camping. 6

The camping trip was alot of fun. I drove a car for the first time, and got messed up every day. We huffed alot of gas and drank alot of booze. We had like five packs of marlboros each and thought we were the shit. On the way hame we stopped at a hotel and stayed the night. Pauline and I went to the restaraunt next door and stole their gas can. We were sitting outside in the back taking turns back and forth. For those of you who have never done inhalents, it fucks you up. It is the only drug I have ever taken that made me hallucinate, if it is a drug. Billy came out and tried to make us come in and even smacked Pauline. We finally went in only to lock ourselves in the bathroom with the damn thing. Billy got so mad he started trying to kick the door in so after about an half hour we came out and passed out.7

After all this I got arrested for being a runaway and was put on a lenient probation. I had to move in with my grandparents and was to enroll in school that fall. Well, I lasted about 2 weeks. I hung out with my older cousin and all his friends and got messed up every day. I refused to tell my grandparents where and when I was going and snuck out at night. I started to sleep with my cousns friend who was like, 20, and continued to see him whenever I was there for the next 4 years. 8

I had a lot of fun in those 2 weeks. I also slept with 2 of my cousins other friends who I really liked. I guess I think thats important to throw in there, though if you've read parts 1-4 nothing will probably surprise you. I remember one particular time when we went to the park and sniffed a bunch of staret fluid on rags. I blacked out and I really thought I was going down one of those curvy tunnel slides, until I temporarily came to on the ground. I saw cop lights and then wnet out, then I came back to and my fat cousin was running through the woods carrying me. I told him to put me down when he ran into the electric fence and we ran home together and passed out on his bed. The next morning my grandma informed me I should probably not fall asleep in his bed. A couple days later she came upstairs and smelled weed, she said it smelled like whaty they smoke at football games. I still have a laugh with my cousins about that one.9

Well, my grandparents ended up taking me back home where I moved in with my grandma Garland, my dads mom. I did good there as far as curfew, not in by 11 not getting in. After a few weeks there I just quit going home again. I ended up getting caught for 3 of my breaking and enterings. I also had a retail fraud charge and a posession of cocaine charge from a time getting caught shoplifting with Kim. She ran off and I got caught with a crack pipe in my pocket On top of all these charges, I went home and got in a fight with my mom. I threatend her from across the trailer with a knife in my hand, which by the way I never aimed at her, and got charged with felonious assault. I also broke the window out with a lock and got malicious destruction of property. Little did I know alot of the crap I thought I was getting away with that summer were actually charges I was racking up. By the end of the summer, right after my 13th birthday I got arrested for the last time. I was cruising in E lansing and we stopped at a college students house and asked to use the bathroom. She ended up calling the cops and we were hauled to the police station.10

My mom wouldnt pick me up, and so since I had all those charges they sent me to juvie in Saginaw. I kind of nener forgave her because all of my friends parents picked them up, and I could have went home if my mom would have taken me. I ended up staying in saginaw for 2 weeks and then I went to court. I was the youngest girl with the most charges at the time I was charged and I paid for it. I ended up being sentenced to one year in a juvenile facility. I will continue on that in prt 6, thanks for reading thus far!11