02-26-2015, 11:41 PM
Marta turned when the door opened and when she saw the two men standing there, she gasped. Marta started breathing fast and she could feel her heart beating in here chest. The one man smiled at her, but Marta never remembered that smile being affectionate. It had always been cold and full of lies.
It was her Uncle Roberto and she hated him. More than that though, she was scared. He had brought her to the brothel. She stood and tripped on the stool. She caught her balance, but the stool still fell and she ducked behind it trying to hide from those cold eyes.
A voice broke through her thoughts - Ricky's. He asked her if she understood and for some reason she remebered the words although she didn't remember hearing them. Go upstairs...lock the doors...hide in your closet until I come get you. Ricky's voice was calm but when she looked up, she saw the anger in his eyes. She had seen that from the customers sometimes and El Diablo too. She also noticed that gaze was directed at her uncle...not her. She nodded and obeyed.
As she entered the closet, she realized she had been crying. She huddled in the corner of the dark closet and drew her knees to her chest, sobbing quietly into them. Time seemed to slow down and suddenly she heard a loud bang. She jumped, but didn't know what it was.
Soon she heard Ricky's voice telling her that she could come out. She crawled slowly to the door and opened it. Her face felt sticky from crying. She don't know why she did it, but she launched herself into Ricky's arms. It was then she realized she wanted to be hugged.
"I don't want to go back."
the words just left her mouth without though. His whole thing seemed like a nightmare, but Marta knew it wasn't.
As Ricky hugged her and told her "You don't have to."
she felt safe and protected. She wasn't sure she liked it. When the safety was eventually gone it would hurt so much, but right now she needed to feel safe, so she cried into Ricky's shoulder and held on tight as he hugged her.
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Marta Gonzalez
Edited by Enrique, Feb 26 2015, 11:48 PM.
It was her Uncle Roberto and she hated him. More than that though, she was scared. He had brought her to the brothel. She stood and tripped on the stool. She caught her balance, but the stool still fell and she ducked behind it trying to hide from those cold eyes.
A voice broke through her thoughts - Ricky's. He asked her if she understood and for some reason she remebered the words although she didn't remember hearing them. Go upstairs...lock the doors...hide in your closet until I come get you. Ricky's voice was calm but when she looked up, she saw the anger in his eyes. She had seen that from the customers sometimes and El Diablo too. She also noticed that gaze was directed at her uncle...not her. She nodded and obeyed.
As she entered the closet, she realized she had been crying. She huddled in the corner of the dark closet and drew her knees to her chest, sobbing quietly into them. Time seemed to slow down and suddenly she heard a loud bang. She jumped, but didn't know what it was.
Soon she heard Ricky's voice telling her that she could come out. She crawled slowly to the door and opened it. Her face felt sticky from crying. She don't know why she did it, but she launched herself into Ricky's arms. It was then she realized she wanted to be hugged.
"I don't want to go back."
the words just left her mouth without though. His whole thing seemed like a nightmare, but Marta knew it wasn't.
As Ricky hugged her and told her "You don't have to."
she felt safe and protected. She wasn't sure she liked it. When the safety was eventually gone it would hurt so much, but right now she needed to feel safe, so she cried into Ricky's shoulder and held on tight as he hugged her.
Marta Gonzalez
Edited by Enrique, Feb 26 2015, 11:48 PM.