A/N: Okay, I know this isn't much longer than the last one, but my
inspiration is dying out. I won't be updating this story again until I get
more reviews. Luv to all who reviewed!!! I think I promised shout outs
but it is 2:00 in the morning and I just wanna get this chapter out.
Enjoy. Hope you understand what is going on.
Chapter 3: Acceptance
Hadassah silently followed Spot up the rickety stairs to what she assumed was a bunkroom. However, when Spot opened the door she saw a small, empty room that contained only two small beds, a nightstand, and a broken mirror. With a sharp intake of breath, she turned away and tried to run, but she was held firmly by Spot.
"Whatsa mattah?" his voice traveled over her, not like grease, but like water, cleaning her, making her feel almost accepted.
Hadassah tilted her head at him, gazing into his eyes, searching his soul. Then she shook her head, and tried again to get away.
"Look, if it's about da room, then lemme explain: I won' put ya in with da odder guys 'cause I don' trust 'em. In heah dere is two beds, an' we can move 'em further apart if ya want. Yer gonna hafta trust me on this one. Okay?"
Hadassah considered this proposition, glanced out the window to the darkening night sky, and tentatively stepped into the room. Again Spot held back the urge to smirk, and stepped out of the room, leaving Hadassah to herself.
Hadassah glanced back when she heard the door quietly click shut, and found herself alone.
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A small, almost non-existent sigh of relief came from my lips. He was gone. I am now alone. Alone. I haven't been alone for nearly two years now. Ever since I came to this place I've always been in the company of another. The men, sometimes they would come requesting me, or asking that I be put on hold for them for the next night. Even during the day I was with a man, serving him beer, sitting on his lap, doing anything that pleased him. I haven't been alone for almost two full years, but I haven't missed it. It's scary. You are alone, and you have time to think. Think about everything and anything, and for me, my mind is instantly consumed with the thought that I can't even remember the name of the man I entertained last night. I suddenly feel dirty, scared, and used, maybe even unwanted.
The men were gone. Gone! Frantically I searched the room for Him, but he was no where to be found. Where was he! Why did he leave! He'd placed me on hold for this night, he'd even pre-paid, but where was? The night is no where near over! Alone! I'm alone!
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The door burst open and in rushed a frantic Spot. "Whatsa mattah?! 're you okay?!"
Hadassah didn't look at him, she simply continued staring at the wall, rocking back and forth with her knees pulled up to her chin.
"I said are you okay!" he yelled again. Hadassah didn't respond. After a few minutes of intense silence Hadassah turned her head slightly and stared at Spot, her eyes glazed over.
"He is coming after me. It will drive me insane. But I will NOT go back."
Spot stared at her confused, wasn't Hadassah mute? He wondered if he'd actually heard her speak, but having no time to figure it out he simply said, "You are never defeated until you admit defeat." Then he left the room shaking his head, trying to sort out what had just happened. Hadassah followed, afraid of being alone, afraid of what might happen.
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Chapter 3: Acceptance
Hadassah silently followed Spot up the rickety stairs to what she assumed was a bunkroom. However, when Spot opened the door she saw a small, empty room that contained only two small beds, a nightstand, and a broken mirror. With a sharp intake of breath, she turned away and tried to run, but she was held firmly by Spot.
"Whatsa mattah?" his voice traveled over her, not like grease, but like water, cleaning her, making her feel almost accepted.
Hadassah tilted her head at him, gazing into his eyes, searching his soul. Then she shook her head, and tried again to get away.
"Look, if it's about da room, then lemme explain: I won' put ya in with da odder guys 'cause I don' trust 'em. In heah dere is two beds, an' we can move 'em further apart if ya want. Yer gonna hafta trust me on this one. Okay?"
Hadassah considered this proposition, glanced out the window to the darkening night sky, and tentatively stepped into the room. Again Spot held back the urge to smirk, and stepped out of the room, leaving Hadassah to herself.
Hadassah glanced back when she heard the door quietly click shut, and found herself alone.
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A small, almost non-existent sigh of relief came from my lips. He was gone. I am now alone. Alone. I haven't been alone for nearly two years now. Ever since I came to this place I've always been in the company of another. The men, sometimes they would come requesting me, or asking that I be put on hold for them for the next night. Even during the day I was with a man, serving him beer, sitting on his lap, doing anything that pleased him. I haven't been alone for almost two full years, but I haven't missed it. It's scary. You are alone, and you have time to think. Think about everything and anything, and for me, my mind is instantly consumed with the thought that I can't even remember the name of the man I entertained last night. I suddenly feel dirty, scared, and used, maybe even unwanted.
The men were gone. Gone! Frantically I searched the room for Him, but he was no where to be found. Where was he! Why did he leave! He'd placed me on hold for this night, he'd even pre-paid, but where was? The night is no where near over! Alone! I'm alone!
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The door burst open and in rushed a frantic Spot. "Whatsa mattah?! 're you okay?!"
Hadassah didn't look at him, she simply continued staring at the wall, rocking back and forth with her knees pulled up to her chin.
"I said are you okay!" he yelled again. Hadassah didn't respond. After a few minutes of intense silence Hadassah turned her head slightly and stared at Spot, her eyes glazed over.
"He is coming after me. It will drive me insane. But I will NOT go back."
Spot stared at her confused, wasn't Hadassah mute? He wondered if he'd actually heard her speak, but having no time to figure it out he simply said, "You are never defeated until you admit defeat." Then he left the room shaking his head, trying to sort out what had just happened. Hadassah followed, afraid of being alone, afraid of what might happen.
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