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[MF] Nadias Story

I'd love feedback! I did my best with english spelling and grammar, but most of what I know is self-taught, so if you find mistakes, tell me! Other than that, I hope this story fits here, if it doesnt, Id love a suggestion of another sub where it might. Also, not sure what tag fit, so I went with this one.

I dont know anymore when had the idea of leaving. I know it was a long time before I actually did, but ever since that idea, that possibility of leaving it all behind sprang into my mind it never left. Some days it was sleeping, dormant in the back of my mind, other days I couldn't think of anything else. I made plans, scrapped them and made new ones, wrote down a list of things I needed that was soon full of crossed out items or added notes to some. In time, over several years, I prepared my backpack, hidden from those I wanted to flee from, my "family".

Then, quite suddenly I saw an opportunity and instinctively knew it was now or never, it wouldn't ever be as easy to run as now. No-one was home except me, as always, little 17 year old Nadia was always left behind. So I grabbed the envelope with the money they had saved, took my backpack, some water and walked.

I walked for several hours, I didnt dare to look back. It was a peaceful, sunny day, but it was the end of winter, so it was still cold. The day was calm, but I was everything but. For hours my heart was beating fast, I expected every car, every truck every sound to be my family catching me. I walked near the street, but not on it, so it was slow going but I needed that bit of safety from being spotted.

When it got dark, and much colder I found a dry spot and set up my little tent, ate some bread and snuggled up in my sleeping bag. I had cried many nights before, and this night I cried too, but they were tears of relief, not of pain, fear and anger like before. It was just after sunrise when I woke up, quickly ate something and packed up.

I knew the distance to the next city only roughly, so I wasn't too sure when I'd reach it. I hurried, I didnt pack very much food or water, not enough for many days. My feet hurt, I never walked that much with a heavy backpack before and I was exhausted. I was cold, and scared I wouldnt make it to the city on foot, so I decided to try to wave down a driver to take me with him. I knew stories of things like this going wrong, but I didn't have anything to lose, nothing I really cared about anyhow.

I walked for a while at the edge of the street, waving at every driver who was going in the right direction. I still know the exact number of cars and trucks who passed me without stopping; thirteen cars and five trucks. It wasn't a busy road, so that was a while, but the sixth truck, a big one with some kind of water tank on the back stopped. He asked me if I was lost and I just asked if he could take me to wherever he needed to go. I could see in his face that he was thinking, so I added I'd be good company, or invisible and quiet if he wanted. If I knew anything, it was making myself invisible and not noticed. I was so relieved when he agreed, so I climbed in, put my pack between my legs and sat down.

He was big, burly with a big beard, but he had nice eyes and talked in a very kind way, so I thought I was lucky with him. We talked a bit, at first he asked me about myself, why I was all alone, but I dodged the questions or gave very vague answers, so he dropped the topic soon enough and we talked about other stuff. He told me about himself, his family and his dog. I soon knew that he wasnt going to the city I originally planned, but it was all the same to me, further away was better anyway. We talked for maybe two or three hours, then got quiet and he turned on the radio and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy, my exhaustion settling in. When I woke up, it was dark and we were stopping at a reststop. Tomorrow evening we would arrive St. Petersburg he said, thats where he'd have to drop me off.

The next day was as exciting for me as the ones before, but it was finally settling in, that I was free now, no family to tell me to shut up, or how to dress, noone to hit me for slightly burning the food, just me, my pack and freedom. It was also scary, but I told myself everything was better than before, no matter what happened. I enjoyed the scenery, the radio, talks with Alex, the driver. Evening came all too quickly, and I found myself in the outskirts of a big city, bigger than any I had been to before. I thanked Alex and went on my way, thinking if I could just set up a tent here or if I could find something solid to stay in.

In the end, after walking around for a while, I found a group of homeless guys under a large bridge and decided here was as good as anywhere else. Didnt need my tent, so I just got out my sleeping bag, put the backpack in it at my feet and slept. I could feel the others watching me, but pretended not to notice. I slept uncomfortably, and woke up early in the morning before the sun. I checked my stuff if everything was still there, and found everything where it was supposed to be, so I packed up and went on the search for food. I had told myself I wanted to use as little money as possible, so I had more for the times I had no other options.

I went into a few stores, and took little things at each one. An apple here, some water there, bread at another, you get it. It was surprisingly easy, no-one paid me any attention so as long as I wasn't acting obvious it would be easy grabs. The next days went by in a haze, I slept in a different spot each night, mostly stole food and sometimes paid for things that were too risky. I talked with other homeless people, the nice ones gave me some tips, most tried to flirt with me or outright groped me, which I absolutely did not know how to deal with, so I always just kind of let it happen and walked away as soon as I could.

After a while I had a routine. but I didnt want to stay on the streets. So I figured I needed a job, something to make money. I didn't really care what, so I asked around and after some persistent nagging I was referred to a Club. I am not going into detail here, but basically after that I was a maid for everything. Some days I was a courier, others I was a lookout, on others I had to clean. I was "mentored" by one guy throughout this all, and after a few weeks he let me stay at his place, provided I'd make sure it was kept clean. He taught me how a lot of things worked, at first basic things, then how to defend myself. He gave me a knife and taught me how to use it, how to keep it hidden but always in reach, where to use it on someone for what effects. I did that job for about eight months, and as I got better and more reliable, I got other assignments too. Vadim showed me how to exploit people, how to make them trust me, how to use my body to get what I, or my boss wanted. Throughout the time I lived with Vadim, he rarely expressed interest in me. He watched me a lot, and occasionally touched me in a weird way, but never made more advances. I think teaching me to use my body, and seeing me practicing with him changed things for him, because soon after, he started demanding other "favors" for the privilege of staying with him. I figured it wouldnt hurt me and I didn't really have a choice, so I agreed. I didn't hate it, but I definitely didn't like it either, especially when he got home drunk or high and got really rough.

But I endured it, the warm home was worth it I told myself. And, at some point I asked Vadim to share what he took with me, so from then on most times I was high when things happened or got heated, and only really knew about them when my body hurt the next day. Months passed like that, and I quickly got hooked on worse stuff, willing to do more and more for my next fix. I could see myself falling, slipping, but I just didn't care. At some point, I even wanted it to end, I wanted to take too much, but never did, and Vadim never gave me more than I could take.

It was midwinter, nearly two years after I ran when Vadim and me where running errands and the one we were supposed to bring things to started acting weird, aggressive. They said we brought them false stuff and got out knives, and as we were only two and they six or seven, we ran back to the car. I was first, so i got in at the drivers seat and started it, waiting for Vadim to get in, afraid, but also, for the first time in a long while feeling alive, like that first few days after I ran.

When he finally got in I wanted to drive back to our place, but one of the guys had thrown his knife and caught Vadim in his thigh and it was bleeding like mad. Vadim died next to me, before I could reach a hospital, so I turned and drove to our boss. I told him what happened, and he took care of Vadim and the car, and told me to stay at his place for a while. His place, as he called it, was a huge upgrade to Vadims place, even though that wasnt shabby either. But this place was all clean and tidy, with style that just fit together, so I didnt mind staying there at all. Three days it was before he got back. He had my backpack with him, after I told my story he and vadim agreed that it was good to keep that updated and ready.

He seemed distressed, told me we needed to go. I learned not to question things, so I agreed and helped him pack the rest of what he needed. Not an hour later we got to his car and drove out of the city, and soon, out of the country...

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