The Murder of Savannah…My Best Friend, A Prostitute.

I had been in the game about two years.  Two whole years of beatings and threats and selling my at the time 16 year old body.  By this point I didn’t have many friends outside of the Game.  The girls in the game, my “wifies”, were my only friends.  But you can’t trust them either.  It’s a competition to be the “bottom bitch” or top girl and they will do anything to get that title.  I have held it more than once.  Getting to be a bottom bitch is hardcore, you have to make the most money, prove your loyalty and even help find new girls.  It’s a position that is much like being famous and at the time I felt like I was the shit.  It’s a title I am now ashamed to say that I have held.  The only friend I had was a girl named Savannah.  She was my friend before I was in the Game and she got sucked in about two weeks after me.

Savannah was one of the nicest, prettiest girls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.  The Game made her tough on the outside, but she was very broken underneath.  This girl was hard as nails.  She was a year older than me.  Right after her 17th birthday her life was ended by the first pimp I ever had.

She had taken a date that had robbed her of all the money she had made that day.  She knew that it was not going to be good when she got back to the Stable (house where girls are kept).  She called me up in tears and I was walking The Track of Waikiki.  I met her outside of the Sheraton where her last date was.  She was trembling because she was so scared what our pimp was going to say.  She almost couldn’t walk.  I had made plenty of money that day.  Way over what my target mark was so I gave her 400 dollars.  I knew it was only half of what she was supposed to have but thought maybe it would ease the situation.

We walked back to the stable together.  I was scared for her.  I had whip lashes all over my back from the same mistake just days earlier.  Johns (customers) don’t realize the effect robbing a girl can have when she gets home.  Before we went upstairs to confront our pimp, I fixed her makeup.

When we got inside she immediately explained that she had been robbed and only had 400 dollars to show for the nights work.  My heart was pounding in my chest for her, and I can only imagine what she was thinking.  All of the other girls were gone.  It was just the two of us and our pimp.  He was high on ecstasy.  He immediately reached for the whip and started lashing at her.  She fell to the ground and screamed, covering her head.

The difference between when she was getting whipped and when I did is he didn’t stop.  I don’t know if it was the drugs but his anger had really reached a boiling point.  Again and again she was struck with the whip and she was bleeding all over.  He grabbed her by the hair and threw her out the door and down the stairs.  I rushed to follow as she tumbled to the bottom.

Our pimp followed as well and ordered us to get in the car.  We did as he said and sat in the back as he drove out towards Hawaii Kai boat dock.  Savannah was having trouble breathing and was crying out in pain and I held her.   I was crying too.  I can’t even tell you how scared we were.

When we got there, we followed him onto the boat.  A place we were quite familiar with.  He was yelling and I could tell the drugs were definitely clouding his judgement.  I don’t know how far out into the water we went but it was a ways.  I could see one of the other islands so I knew we were pretty far out there.

When we got to where we were going, which was the middle of nowhere in the Pacific Ocean, I was told to sit back and watch.  As Savannah got the shit beat out of her I tried hard to keep my mouth shut, knowing nothing I could say would help her.  Then she made the biggest mistake of her life.  She fought back.  She got one good knock to his left eye and that was the end of it.  He pulled out his off brand .22 and pointed it directly at her.  The world was silent.  All crying and screaming ceased and even the wind fell short.

He pulled the trigger without hesitating and I watched my best friends brains splatter all over the boat.  A piece of my died right there with her.  I still have the shirt I was wearing with her blood stain on it.  He pointed the gun at me next and I tried to speak but there were no words.  I just shook my head with a deer in the headlights look.  I managed to mutter “please don’t kill me.”

He took the frail body…or what was left of it and tied it in a ruck sack and weighted it down.  He threw it over the side of the boat and we both leaned over the side as we watched it sink to the bottom.  If drifted down slowly and as she sank to the bottom, so did any hope that I would make it out of The Game alive.  He told me if I told I would be next.  He said if I told I would be just as guilty as him.  He then told me if I wanted to live I had to clean the blood off the boat.

I was on my hands and knees cleaning my best friends blood and guts off the deck of an expensive yacht as tears fell silently down the sides of my cheeks.  As I scrubbed my insides were screaming.  I was close to vomiting a couple of times.  A part of me wished he did shoot me too.  Ever ask yourself why girls just don’t run away?  This story alone should be your answer.  I promise you that this story is 100% true.  I saw it with my own eyes.  Savannah never had a family to look for her.  The girls at the stable never asked where she went.  A missing persons report was never filed.  Only me and my pimp…and now you ever knew what happened to Savannah.  This scene has haunted me both in my waking hours and in my dreams for many years.

Any time I wanted to run away, I would replay this scene in my head and think against it.  I never hid any money from any of the three pimps I had dealt with.  I never had the luxury of watching my dead best friend buried.  Just a ruck sack that slowly sank to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.  My pimp and I never spoke of the night ever again.  He remains in the business, now in Vegas.  This is a story told way too often in the world of the Game.  And the worst part is most girls never get justice.  Most people don’t even notice when they go missing.

Savannah,  I hope you are in Heaven watching down.  I hope you don’t fault me for never coming forward to the police with the truth until now.  I am sorry.  I love you.  And you will never be forgotten.  Even if I am the only one who remembers.

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