Prologue

Is this how it ends?

My body felt unusual, since that odd encounter. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Mr. Rowe was being too rough to me. I should have told someone, but I felt embarrassed. He bought me special things like jewelry, a new car, and “special” clothing to wear for him. I knew it was wrong, but I felt like he was going to hurt me. I hated the way he made me feel, but after awhile it got too be too much.  How did I sink so low?

Author's Note

This isn't exactly a full prolgue. Is there sometihng I could add to this?