vg"Give me your hand out of the depths sownby your sorrows."

-Pablo Neruda

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"This time do it right," his hand tighten its hold on my wrist, I could feel it going numb with each second that passed. I refused to make a noise, to let him become more aware of the power he held over me. "We made a deal, you give me what I want and I won't have to tell-"

"You tell and its over for both of us." I ripped my hand away from his with a hiss.

"You screw this up for me and your dead." he slapped the package into my hand, "Now be a good girl and do as your told." his grin, which transformed his face into something beautiful yet held no signs of mercy- made my stomache twist in pain. I kept my face blank, "Being dead would be better then this"

"That can be arranged," he laughed, his silver eyes bore into mine "don'tever forget that sister"

'I'm not your sister,' I wanted to shout at his retreating figure, but what was the point? I was anything he wanted me to be. There was no getting out of what my mother had gotten us into.

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The alley was dark and smelled of vomit and weeks old chinese food. It wa everything movies made it seem and more.

The cold crept into my skin like a nightmare. I shut my eyes and pictured home, or what once was home. Before we lost everything, before my mother sold herself- and me. I try to remember our christmas tree, the blue lights throwing color onto our white walls. The smell of cookies in the air, and the joy of tomorrow right at our finger tips.

The metal door opened and a man with long black hair stumbled out, slurring his words "I told ya, I did."

I turned my back on him, not wanting to deal with this stranger and his problems.

I paced five steps wondering where the buyer was, I checked my watch it read ttwenty after one- he was suppose to be here by twelve thirty.

"Hey th'ear girly," I could feel the drunk man wobble behind me "I could use a friendly hand" I snapped around at his hand on my arm, I knocked him off of me and took a few steps back.

The sudden movement caused him to fall to the ground, "why'd you go an do that?" he glared at me from his fallen position, as if I had kicked his favorite puppy.

The old me, the innocent me would have said sorry and helped him up. Instead I glared back, and reached into my jeans back pocket and threw a ten dollar bill at him. "Help yourself," his eyes landed on the bill then flickered right, lighting up.

"Whats this?"

My heart sped up as I noticed laying on the ground was a tiny clear bag with a white substance inside. I patted my pocket, it was empty.

I reached down and grabbed for it at the same time.

He got it first.

"Whats a girl like you doing with this?" I noticed he was suddenly steady on his feet.

I grabbed for the bag, as he held it out almost falling as he pulled away laughing.

"Give it back to me," I said through clenched teeth.

"Why don't you try to take it back?" I lunged forward, only to be knocked back into the alley wall. I stood up, my knees shakey. I didn't think, I just reacted- lunging towards him again. This time his backhand across my face stopped me.

I could taste my blood, and hear it rushing in my eyes as I saw him pull out a gun.

Idiot! I screamed at myself, 'why didn't you pay more attention, why did you write him off as just some drunk? You know better!'

My hands clenched into fist at my side. I took a deep a deep breath, trying to swallow my fear.

I wouldn't beg or plead for it back, I wouldn't cry and ask why. If he killed me, I would be free. So I took a step forward, "Go ahead," I taunted taking two more steps "What are you waiting for? pull the fucking trigger!"

"I ain't planning to kill you sweets," he grinned, "I think you'd do well in pleasing my boss." he's slimy eyes looked over my body. I could only picture what he saw. My small frame, my black jeans black v neck t shirt and black knee high boots, giving me an extra three inches.

" I won't let you come near me"

"You can't stop me,"

It happened to fast to react, I wasn't trained for this. I wasn't brought up knowing how to protect myself, I never was suppose to know.

My back hit the alley wall, my head cracked against the bricks. "maybe I could test you out before giving you to boss man," his nose grazed my neck, my stomach clentched.

"get off me," I hissed trying to push him away and failing miserably.

"listen here little lady, if you play ball I'll make sure my boss treats you good," his smile was ugly, his teeth yellow and broken. "very good,"

"I'd let her go if I were you," another voice- a male voice came from the opening of the alley.

My head snapped to that direction, the darkness surrounded the new player, his voice was smooth like honey.

"Get lost, this doesn't concern you." my attacker hissed.v

"Oh, but it does you see" he took a few steps, the light finally reflecting his features. He almost looked board, as if finding strange girls being attacked in the alley is an every night occurrence.

"Back off," my attacker shouted, I took the moment of panic in his eyes to make me move. shoving my palm up, hitting his nose as my knee met with his groin he fell backwards.

I can't tell you what happened next, only that for a moment I lost control. I kicked the fallen knife across the alley before turning my anger to my attacker.

once.

twice.

Three times I kicked him in the head. I would have done it again if strong arms hadn't pushed me away.

"Enough of that," he chuckled bending down, patting the pockets of the still man. He grinned finding what I assumed he was looking for.

"You were carless tonight with this," he flipped the small baggy between his fingers. "I'm paying good money for this."

"Your the buyer..." I swallowed hard, looking from him to the man he was crouched over.

"I wouldn't worry about him getting up anytime soon," he said casually "he's dead"

"WHAT?" I screeched, crawling over to were he layed. My fingers searching for a pulse, searching for some sign of life.

"I don't understand why your upset," I could hear his disgust. "the man won't be missed. He attacked you!"

"You got what you wanted..." I choked out, my eyes still on the lifeless body before me.

Did I do this? Did I really kill a man?

"No," he said softly "I didn't. I've made another purchess tonight."

I shook my head, my looking at my bloody hands. if he was dead why was blood still gushing from his temple. "That was all my brother gave me..."

"I don't think you understand moria," my eyes snapped to his and for the first time I noticed him. His dark eyes seemed like a dark abyss. His face was perfection, almost as if he was created from scratch. his hair-

"I've bought you"

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