ch

bi hangs up the phone then hu

nd like

ck

ing the cigarette under my boot, crushing it instantly, then turning back to smi

died of lung cancer asshole? Besides, not all

e taking the now crushed butt and

ying only a few months after he was diagnosed. I don't make a habit of repeating mistakes, but aft

tal for abused women. My phone vibrates and I look down noticing the same annoying lawyer calling me th

the girls into separate rooms to speak with them and have them psych evaluated. The bu

More than any of us could imagine. Bu

condition. They will all be flying in soon, bu

om the

alone. She won't have her friends much longer. Rest of them are from Europe. Still trying to ge

has the brave front, the tough gestures, and attitude, but her body is bro

tay here for t

ntil they get th

joining me and walk over towards him. He's still in his combat

wrong?"

hat they've been through but most of the staff here are being too for

and the smell of disinfectant surround me. Most of the staff is in a small circle, watching as spectators

a sedat

go. Glupaya

rl, we only m

awl and shove the woman off Whitney with one arm, while t

bi call out, but I ignore him, focus

quite understand?" I feel fingers grasp onto my sides tight, digging into my flash bu

tand out here and scream and shout. There are other's women here, children even. If she creates a

fore me and Whitney. She has a kind enough face, soft blue eyes and a gentle sway to her short frame but I still keep Whitney attached to my

nt her to

g her from us, is not good for her mind. We cann

s close to Whitney. She's right. If Whitney sees me as someone that wi

ingers tighten along my sides as I await the head nod from the doctor. Once

round her body. No longer in her attire we rescued her in, the staff here had given the girls new clothing once they arrived, consisting of

au

go back to

itn

s not m

ey Donaldson. You were taken four years ago and sold to that pa

he truth. She is still protecting him, his hold on her that strong. Every tear running down her cheek

hurting your parents and everyone that has helped to get you here along the way, or you can woman up. You can live your own l

r his voice, shouting at me t

inues shaking her head and I know there is no changing her mind unless sh

n to my master, where I belong." More tears fl

Whit. He

, covering her mouth with

ney. I killed

head; the dark green irises star

rls. We tracked him down and ki

turn back to Whitney noticing I have indeed grabbed hold of her arms. Throwing myself off her, I look down at

y. I-I di

o inside. Pl

did yo

Whitney leading her inside while Cobi stares at me with a death glare. Before he could s

ly help these girls become somewhat of the pers

ed

ere is a level of comfort there, and for the time bein

ong. I can never be someone's confident. I can never be what Whitne

e building. I can hear murmuring and sobbing but don't turn to look at her.