Chantelle
Chantelle is a beautiful young lady, both outwardly and inwardly.
Long dark wavy hair, green eyes that shined as if they were smiling and a beautiful body.
Her parents were not the best.
They were abusers.
Both physically and emotionally.
She had other siblings, but they were treated differently.
With love and admiration.
Chantelle, during childhood age did not know why her parents treated her so badly.
She was the most beautiful and intelligent of all her siblings.
Her siblings loved her, but they could not protect her from her parents.
There was something special about her that her parents did not like nor voiced out loud.
Nonetheless, she excelled in school to try to make her parents proud.
The parents scoffed and paid no attention to her achievements.
This was very painful for her but did not allow it to impede her life’s goals.
She actually wanted to be an entertainer; she had a beautiful sing voice.
Chantelle, an appropriate name for a singer.
That went unnoticed as well.
She had the look of a runway model.
Perhaps that was a reason her parents despised her.
They saw what they couldn’t see in themselves.
Eventually, she graduated from high school with great grades.
Unfortunately, her parents did not support her desire to pursue a higher education.
She was naïve as a teenager and did not pursue the educational goals she actually wanted as she did not have the financial resources to attend.
Chantelle started to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant.
The owners saw promise in her and knew her beauty would bring in more clients at the bar.
Low and behold, many clients started making this restaurant very popular due to her presence.
She saved as much money as possible with the salary and tips she received as a bartender.
With that money, she finally moved out of her parents’ home and found a studio apartment.
The rent was a struggle for her.
But at last, she was free from the abuse from her parents.
She kept in contact with her beloved siblings.
One day, a client that was frequently at the restaurant told her that she can make much more money in another way.
He invited her to lunch to discuss.
A business proposal.
She had no idea he was a pimp, a man that had beautiful girls sell their bodies in exchange for sex.
Chantelle, with low self esteem due to her upbringing, decided to try it.
She did.
She walked the streets of New York City as a prostitute.
Her attire was sexy yet tasteful.
She was high end.
Her makeup was extraordinarily beautifully applied.
She started to attract clients and many of them were repeat clients.
Chantelle was a goddess.
Initially she was anxious and nervous about her new gig, but eventually got accustomed.
Her pimp, was always protective and vigilant of her, ensuring she would not get hurt by “Johns”.
He falsely demonstrated a father figure that she always wanted.
His commission was thirty percent of what she made each day.
She made so much money, that she was able to get a one bedroom apartment in a high-rise building in a desirable neighborhood in the city.
Chantelle, with all this money, decorated her apartment with beautiful furniture.
Her new home.
A steady line of clients, and she gave them the sexual satisfaction they needed.
One night, she hit the city streets to do her job and was picked up in a luxury car by a “John”.
He appeared to be friendly but Chantelle, naïve as she was could not detect his sinister intention.
This John hated women, he had his own psychological issues and trauma.
He wanted to hurt beautiful ladies.
When she entered the car with a beautiful smile, he smiled in return.
He saw a goddess and his intent was to hurt her.
They drove off to a street that was desolate and dark.
When she attempted to touch him, he punched her in the face repeatedly.
He continued to abuse her, like her father, but much worse.
She screamed and fought back as best as she could, but no one could hear her.
There was blood underneath her nails from scratching his face.
Her pimp had no idea where she was, therefore, could not save her.
The John’s last punch was on her forehead and she passed out.
He had no idea the damage he did to her.
It was a fatal blow.
When he shook her to wake up, she did not.
He realized that he killed her.
He realized, that no one could know what he did.
He drove away from the initial location and found another dark street.
Pulled her out of the car and laid her body on the sidewalk and drove off.
He was a mess, but worse off, he had the blood of a lady of the night in his hands.
The next morning, her body was found by young woman walking by the same sidewalk.
She screamed.
She saw Chantelle’s terribly bruised face.
She saw that she was not breathing.
Right away, the young woman went into her purse and pulled out her cell phone to call for help.
The police and ambulance arrived within minutes.
Chantelle was pronounced dead.
Chantelle, a young lady full of promise, was gone forever.
Her family was informed of the awful incident by the police.
Even then, her parents showed no emotional remorse.
Eventually, they will have to deal and confront the death of their goddess daughter.
Rest in peace, Chantelle.
© Norman Rivera Gonzalez
