Rookie Blue
Sam Swarek & Andy McNally
Rated T
Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Written By: xScarletxInkx
Disclaimer: I own nada!
Coping
Summary: How do you cope when years of your life are stolen from you to feed the desires of sick men, only to be given back by a total stranger? This is the story of how Andrea McNally coped.
Prologue: Years in Hell
My name is Andrea McNally, Andy for short. People have told me I have lived a very hard life; what with my mom leaving me at the tender age of 14 and my dad turning to the bottle to cope, but the truth is, they don't even know the half of it.
Three days after my 15th birthday my boyfriend at the time had been hanging out with his older brother Anton Hill. I knew that some of the things they were into were likely to get me into a lot of trouble, but at that point in time I just didn't care. I was a rebellious teen. My tongue had been pierced for a year by then and my hair had undergone several wild color changes. We skipped classes and pulled pranks on our teachers. I didn't care because my dad didn't care; if he wasn't at home passed out from drinking he was at a bar or at work.
One night my boyfriend asked me if I wanted to go out, his brother was hosting a party at a club and he wanted me to go with him. I said yes, it was the worst possible answer I could have given, because after that night my life turned into a living nightmare.
We arrived at the club and his brother came over to me and said that all of the ladies were in the back room while the men got everything ready. I believed him and as I walked through the door two men grabbed me and through me in a cage with five other girls my age.
Two hours and three girls later, they loaded us cage and all into a truck. After what seemed another hour drive and we were unloaded into a warehouse. There were cages full of girls every where. But there was one particular cage that stood out from the rest it wasn't on wheels and the girls that were in it were practically naked.
They started sorting through us; pulling us one by one out of the cage and checking everything right down to how healthy the roots of our hair were. Most of the other girls were shoved in other cages a young blonde girl and I were taken to another room and forced to change into the clothes the girls in that one cage were wearing.
Once we were changed they dragged us back in the room with all the cages, there in the center of the room right outside of that cage with no wheels. They lined us up in the middle of the circle of men. What happened next still gives me nightmares, I can't even vocalize the ways they tortured us that day.
Every month and sometimes every other week they would move us to a new house. I can't tell you how many times we were moved, drugged and placed in a new stall for new men to come a 'partake' of us. I lost count of how many men came by my stall, I felt like cattle, like we would never be in control of our own lives. On my 18th birthday we were moved to one of their newer houses; new house new man. But this man was different he screened the men that came in, he feed us three times a day, and worse of all he treated us like human beings. I can't remember the last time I was treated as anything more than cattle, it made me cry again for this life of mine, I would never be free of it, and if I ever did it would only be in death.
Two weeks after we arrived at this new house there was a police raid, the man in control didn't even try to hide us. He opened the door for them and chatted congenially. When I saw the police come passed my stall, I couldn't suppress my relief and my fear… My fear of returning to that other world and how I would cope in it. My father, Tommy McNally, was a cop and a drunk, part of me thought he probably didn't even notice my absence, which only made me even more depressed.
The man in control of our future came to my stall and handed me a sun dress and told me to come with him. I followed him putting on the dress, unconscious of the fact that several people could see my nakedness, he walked up to who I assumed was in charge or the raid.
"Boyd, this is the girl I told you about, the one I thought was Tommy's daughter."
"Good job, Sammy, Tommy will be overwhelmed to know we found her. Good work," The man named Boyd told the man I was following.
"Your going to go with Detective Boyd, he's going to take you to the hospital to get checked out and there we will get you statement and find your family." Sammy turned to me and smiled while ushering me into a car.