-FIRST CHAPTER IN CAITLYN'S POV, AND THE FIRST ONE OF TODAY! HOPE YOU ENJOY!-
(oh, & what do you think of Caitlyn's POV? should i do another one?)
DISCLAIMER ; DP DOESN'T BELONG TO ME! D;
CAITLYN'S POV
(When they arrived back at the motel)
I shouldn't be here... I needed to get back home, I had work in a few hours and my boss would kill me if I was late.
Dalton noticed my uneasiness, and walked over to me.
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He whispered in my ear. I shook my head.
"No, I need to get to work. If I'm late my boss will kill me!" I said, my voice slightly panicked.
"Well, where do you work?" He asked. SHIT. I knew he would ask that... Maybe I'll just tell him my day job?
"I work at a barn on the edge of town, cleaning horse stalls." He knew I was lying. I could see it in his eyes.
"Bullshit. I doubt you'd have to bee there at all before 4:00am. It's only 10:30, and you have to be at work in a few hours?" He whisper screamed at me.
"What does it matter to you, anyways?" I didn't bother to whisper. I yelled it in his face.
Let's just say my night job wasn't something to be proud of…
I walked up to Kit, and asked if he could drive me home so I could get ready for work.
"Aren't you going to stay with us?" He asked, looking hopeful. "We're leaving in the morning, and from what you have told us, you're brother will be alright if you just left."
That sounded like a good idea… but I couldn't.. My boss wouldn't hunt me down... I know he would.
"I can't…" I mumbled, looking down at the ground… "I just can't…"
He put his arm around my shoulder, and led me into an empty room, it was littered with clothes, so I automatically figured it was the guys room.
"Why not? You know you can trust us, right?" He said, "We aren't going to send you to an awful house, we want to help you."
"I want to, but I can't." I was almost crying. "It'll be way to dangerous for me to go"
I started crying and Kit hugged me.
It felt as if the father I never had was trying to comfort me. He could be the father I never had…
I couldn't help but tell him, I felt safe for the only time in my life sine my mom was alive.
"In order to support me and my brother, I had to take any job I could get," I started, "and, well, at the moment I have three jobs. I clean out stalls at a barn across town; I work at a restaurant down the street... And… well..."
I stopped, but Kit just pushed me on.
"I'm an under-age stripper at this cheap strip club in down-town. I can't quit because if I try they say they'll kill me. I can't just up and leave because they say they'll hunt me down." I said so fast, I was out of breath, and crying again because I was so ashamed.
"It's ok, don't cry. We all have to do anything we can to get by. Even if those things are something's we aren't proud of." Kit said, comforting me. "If you leave with us, they won't ever catch you. We'll make sure of it. We'll give you a make-over if you want"
I knew he was trying to make me smile, and it worked. I smiled, because for the first time in 10 years, I felt safe.