~Laddie Flashback #2~
The feel of blood dripping down Laddie's legs didn't faze her; neither did the honking horns or the Spanish curse words thrown her way. Laddie continued to walk on despite the pain that was tearing her up inside and burning her outside. She could still feel all those hands on her, groping her, hitting her, beating her. She could still feel their knives and teeth digging into her skin, their feet kicking her mercilessly.
Gulping down the bile that was filling her mouth, she shuffled down the dirt road, the hot Mexico sun beating down on her skin. She wished she were in her dad's old chevy, legs stretched out across the back seat, singing along to whatever her dad had blasting on the radio. But she wasn't, her dad had dumped her here in a moment of drunken anger and driven off without a trace. And that was a month ago.
Laddie felt a wave of dizziness slip over her. The lack of sleep and food must be taking a toll on her; of course being gang raped didn't help either. Stopping in place, she bent over, hands on her knobby knees as she bent her head between them taking deep breaths of air. It didn't help at all. The air was too dry, her lungs filling with dust. Coughing loudly, she wiped away the blood that fell from her lips and onto her chin. She blinked rapidly, she vision blurring and slipping away. "Please, somebody." Laddie rasped out, as she felt herself falling and not being able to catch herself she hit the ground with a mighty thump, her skinny malnourished body curling up on itself despite the pain the crawled up her spine. Just as the darkness came over her, Laddie saw a pair of old worn-out work boots in front of her.