"Now get in there and shut up!" Darrel screamed as he shoved Crissy Madlock into her room. " You better be ready tomorrow and I don't wanna hear another damn thing from you. Its about time you started working off your debt you lousy bitch." Crissy collapses onto the floor in tears. A little while later she sits up in the dimly lit room, looks at the clock to make sure Darrel's asleep, and reaches into her pocket and pulls out a razor. She gently glides it across her skin, but with each stoke pushes deeper and deeper. After a few strokes she finally feels contempt enough and drifts off to sleep. There's a bumping sound as if someone was moving around in the attic, then a thump. All of a sudden her door swings open and a man bursts through the door. Startled, thinking it was the next day and this was one of Darrel's clients, she screams "No, please! He said I didn't have to start yet!" equally startled the man barley manages to ask, "No. Who are you? What are you doing here?" she just looks at him. "Who'd you get in?" "The roof.." he says gesturing towards the ceiling. "Who ar.." is all he has time to say as befor she cuts him off to again to ask, "Why are you here?." he stares at her, trying to comprehend the whole situation. "This used to be my house. I grew up here..What are you doing here?" from the look on her face he can tell she has some disbelief. "That musta been a long time ago…cause Darrel's been running this business for years .." she can tell by the look that he's not quit following. "Just how long have you been gone…?" "Chucky. Um ah, my name is Charles Lee Ray, but uh, you can call me Chucky." "Chucky. So how long have you been gone?" he thinks for a second."23...years." "Wow, you don't look that old?" "I left when I was 15." he says bitterly. She notices a change in his attitude. "What made you decide to want to come back?" "I needed a place to stay." he said, tinted with resentment. "Oh..well I guess you came to the wrong place then. I'm sorry this isn't what it used to be Charles." the anger subsided, "What are you talking about? What is this place now?" she looks down ashamed. "Its..a..whore…house.." Chucky looks at her, but right befor he can say anything he sneezes. "Bess you. There are tissues on the bed." she says as she points vaguely across the room, but as she does the blood flings off her arm. "Are you ok?" he asks. She looks down embarrassed, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. don't worry about it, please." But Chucky rushes over to her and rips off his shirt and tears it in half. He's somewhat surprised when he wraps it around her arm and she doesn't flinch. "Who did this too you? Was it that man Darrel? What did he do to you." he demands. She doesn't look at him as she says, "No. No. I did it to my self." he kneels down in front of her and takes her hands in his. "Why would you do that? Your so young." she looks everywhere except his eyes. "I'm no younger than you were." now he's the one who notices the detest in her voice. "You don't understand..You don't know what I've been through, what I'll have to go through.." he squeezes her hands. "Your right, I don't even know your name." this time she look directly at him. "Crissy..Madlock..but you can call me Caramel." she says. "Darrel thought people would like 'Caramel' better than Crissy. That customers would want something fun." she continues with disgust, but is cut off by a yawn. Chucky stands up and leads her to the bed. They sit down and lean against the wall, him with his arm around her while she rests her hear against his shoulder. He keeps his feet still while she slowly sways her's over the edge of the bed.
