When I was 19 I was a hooker (I am 22 as I'm writing this, things have changed drastically for me and I've decided to resume this) for around a year. What happened was, I got fired from my job because I cursed out a client. I was still modeling, and during one of the jobs that I went to, a man that I will call P offered me a new job. I accepted it not knowing what it was, but when I got to the first job, I recognized it for what it was, but I kept it because I didn't have anything else at the time. About P. He's a pimp, but he's nothing like the stereotypes, which is why I'm not putting his name out. He's a decent guy, and he never abused anyone or forced them to do anything they didn't want to do. About a year into it, I got kidnapped. It was just a regular job. But during the midst of it, the guy put held me by the hair and told me not to move. What happened next is a blur. He put me in handcuffs and put a hoodie over my head to hide me, and his friends (they'd been hiding in the basement) escorted me to the car. We drove somewhere, his friends kind of felt me up in the car, and then they told me to get out and walked me somewhere, then took the hoodie off my head. I was in a bathroom. Then he told me that he was also a pimp and was gonna make me work for him now for a month because I had accepted a job in his territory. We watched a movie, and about 4 hours later he took me back to the bathroom and told me he would let me go if I gave him oral sex. So I did. They drove me to a random street, dropped me off, and I walked to a nearby 7-11 and called the cops. It's rather frustrating. I went to some office and stayed there doing nothing for 8 hours. Tell me this-how come every time something happens, there's always some idiot there questioning them, saying they're lying? The blonde female detective said something like "obviously someone who's just been kidnapped isn't gonna be sitting there with her head down". Really, bitch, do you expect me to still be bawling my eyes out after 8 hours? They then took me to my place, then to another police station where they started questioning me. I stayed there for another 6 or 7 hours, and then decided to withdraw the report cause I hadn't slept in 2 days and being with the police all day doing nothing was driving me nuts, I had no idea they were gonna keep me in there for so long, and I just went home. When I went home though, I found out they wanted to put me back in foster care (the state does still help you pay your rent if you're a foster kid who's aged out until you're 21 and you get benefits), so I left the place and moved in with P. That, my friends, was when I met Steven Pinder. P wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, and needed a place to keep me, so he left me with his brother Steven. It was instant attraction. He made me feel safe and secure and we somehow ended up having sex, but I still had giant trust issues so I rejected his offer to stay with him and rented from a landlady instead. A couple of months later I moved from that place to another because there were too many damn people there. A couple months after that, my roommate that I was renting from told me she was not renewing the lease and I had to get out. I did not have the money to immediately get another place. I panicked and started calling numbers in my phone book. The first number I dialed was Steven. When we met again at the bar, instant attraction again. I fell for him real hard. He himself wasn't really in a position to help me at the time so he put me with his cousin for a few weeks, and then we moved in together. During this time, I still did music. I was still marketing the EP I made online (after going through 30 different producers, they're always either lazy and don't wanna do anything, suck and everything they make turns out sounding like shit, are rude, or if they're good are expensive, I met a guy who worked with britney Spears and another who made songs for Fergie and they both charged like $5000 a song) and I actually met a lot of big people in the industry. I met Stephen, who managed Lynyrd Skynyrd and he gave me a distribution deal with his indie label cause he said my songs weren't radio quality enough for the big labels. Unfortunately, I learned from those people that the industry is not what it once was, and that labels nowadays will only sign people who are rich enough to be making and selling their own albums. Don't believe the stories you hear-Justin Bieber did not get signed off of a youtube video, his mom spent over $70,000 for him to make an album to present to the label. The youtube thing was just another marketing thing her money paid for. I also learned that Gaga had also paid for an entire album on her own (bitch went to school with Paris Hilton, she can afford it) and that she is actually 30, not 23. Then a few months later, there was an incident where we had an argument and he put all my stuff in the trash and posted naked pictures of me on the internet. We got evicted, he went to Miami, and I followed him. That's where I met Stanley.