Call Me Maybe

Chapter Eight

We are here. I am so scared to see these sick men. What are they going to do to me. I get out of the truck and walk up to Jason and hold his hand. He looks at me and whispers, "Its going to be okay. I promise." Were inside the building. The smell. I can smell drugs. We start walking. I look to my left and see a girl my age, next to a middle age man. Sick! This is so wrong. Girl after girl sitting there drugged and looking scared. What is wrong with these men. Those girls have no chance. So sad! A man starts whistling and looking at me. "Well lookie here, what has Jason brought in. My my, she sure is gorgess." More men are whistling, one start touching my arm. I scoot closer to Jason. "She mine, get off her! How much do you want for her?" The main man it looks like answers. "Twenty grand and you can do whatever you want to her." Jason answers. "Fair price, twenty grand it is." Those men are staring at me and won't stop. Jason gives the man twenty grand. "Take her to the room, two rooms to the right." Jason holds my hand tighter and we go where he told us to. Theres a bed and a drape as the door. We go in there and Jason closes the door. We sit on the bed. I lean my head on his and whisper "Im scared." He tells me "Its okay I am right here for you, we will get you out." A man walks in. He has a metal tray with syringes and what looks like drugs. He tells Jason, "Here's the drugs to give to her, I'll be back tomorrow to get the leftover's." Jason answers "Thanks, see you later." The man nods and leaves, closing the drape. Jason and I start talking. "Don't worry, you are not getting drugged, I always shove these under the bed. I'm going to take my shirt, so they think we did something, but all we are going to do is sleep." He starts taking off his shirt. I notice this scar on his side. I touch it, he flinches. He starts talking. "It still hurts, but its a story I keep to myself. Good night." I respond with. "Good night and thank you Jason." We lay down. I am on the wall side of the bed. I face the opposite way of the wall. I lay there for fifteen minutes and he turns my way. I open my eyes and we look at each other. I can tell he has more than a sad feeling for me. I look at his lips, so soft. I put my finger on his bottom lip. He then scoots closer to me. We both lean in for a kiss. Our lips touch. One kiss after another. All we do is kiss for a while, not talking to each other. And after a while we both fall asleep. I think that was my way of telling him I have fell in love with him. Love at first sight does exist.