She looks lost. but she’s beautiful. but she’s lost. I can see her belly button. its cold. She’s very beautiful though. she’s not wearing any underwear. but she’s beautiful. Goosebumps pucker her skin but on her they look like an accessory. She’s laughing at something the man is saying. The man. I cant see him yet but I can feel him. He’s drunk. He has his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. His huge hand cups her perky bottom and is unconsciously clenching and unclenching rhythmically to the music.
She leans away from him. Her beautiful shoulders are trembling slightly. Its cold but not that cold so it must be that she is a bit repelled by the man who is now gyrating his nethers on said bottom. She has two drinks in her hands. And she is laughing. Her laugh, which is silvery and light is chinese. (Im succumbing to the stereotype that all things made in china are fake)
As I watch in a creepy stalkerish way, the man removes the drink from her hands and turns her face to him and inserts his tongue. Im disgusted. She’s disgusted. But she keeps kissing him. He is not very good at discretion because I can see where he wants to put his fingers. Im disgusted. I want to walk over to him and slap him. How dare he take advantage of this beautiful creature? How dare he defile her obvious innocence?
Because she is innocent, I can see that. She cannot be older than 20. Even though she looks fantastic in a croptop and damaged jeans, it is obvious they are not hers. Maybe they belong to her friend, who has suddenly appeared next to them. She looks drunk. I can hear her from where Im sitting. “Awww you guys, you look ador…” (here she pauses and seems to be pushing back the puke in her mouth ) “John buy me another drink” “Buy.me.a.drink. Do you have a car?” “Rose likes cars, dont you Rose?”
So now I know her name is Rose. And I am a real prophet of doom because I know nothing good can come out of her association with John. So I walk up to her when she has stolen a moment to go to the loo.
‘how old are you?’
‘what are you doing here? where do you study?’
here she looks at me rebelliously with cold, drug addled eyes and says ‘its none of your business’
I want to bundle her up and take her to my car and drive her home and participate in the beating that will ensue when the parents discover where she was.
But I talk to her some more and discover. She has no parents. She is on the beginning of a treacherous past that will if uncurbed by well wishers, end up in sex work.
She will be a prostitute. Or maybe she is and (Full pun intended) this is her first John.
I want to save her. How can I save her?