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I glance at the battered clock sitting atop my battered nightstand, next to my battered bed and relish in a sigh. Five more minutes. Just five more minutes.
I ease myself up into a sitting position, wincing in spite of the bruises that were ever so carelessly painted across my skin. Squeezing my eyes painfully shut, I swing my legs off the bed, the cold concrete floors raising the hair on my arms. I force myself to stand, tiptoeing around the girls scattered across the floor, clinging desperately to one another for warmth. The sight saddens me, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t possibly take them all at once, no matter how badly I wanted to.
My teeth tear at my lip, trying hard not to cry out as each step brings a fresh wave of pain to my body. It washes over my being, submerging me with darkness. I almost begin to doubt this entire thing because of my condition, but I dismiss that thought quickly. I’ll be okay. Besides I don’t have a choice. I’m leaving here even if I have to crawl my way out. I manage to somehow get myself over to the dresser I share with seven other girls, all without crawling, and search through the ratted clothes for my own. I don’t know why I bother to do this. Even what little possessions I carry are too damaged for repair, yet I still find myself hurriedly gathering them in my arms. Maybe it’s to fuel my hate fire that burns within me for this place. Or maybe it’s a reminder of all the girls that I’ll be leaving tonight. The dozens of wide-eyed, fearful girls that will have to wake up tomorrow morning facing yet another day of the hell I went through for seventeen years.
I throw another glimpse to the ever ticking clock over my shoulder, whose minutes never seemed to tick fast enough. Two minutes.
I clutch my things to my chest, feeling my erratic heartbeat and creep back over to the bed. I drop to a squat hastily searching underneath the rickety posts for the suitcase I had hid all those years back. I gasp as I feel it’s leather handle, pulling it out from its hiding place.
I chuck it onto my bed, sloppily filling its contents. A slight sniffle to my right makes me stagger back, my instincts heightening immediately. My hand clutches at my chest, my heart seeming to beat its way out of my chest.
“Eva,” I hiss out, voice wavering with relief.
The small six year old stands next to the bed; her thin frame ghost-like with her white night gown. She clutches a teddy bear in her left hand, the stuffing falling out like soft snow.
“Riley, where are you going?” She asks, her voice tiny. I meet her huge crystal blue eyes, and swallow the lump in my throat. This was what I was trying to avoid. I kneel down, swallowing a pained yelp, so I’m eyelevel with the girl. I push back the blonde ringlets that hang around her eyes from her forehead revealing the bruises littered on her pasty skin. I wince at the sight.
“Did he do this to you?” I whisper, fingertips hovering over the black-purple bruise on her eye. She barley nods. I take in a shaky breath, pulling her to me. Her small hands dig into my skin as she tightly grasps me.
“I want you to listen to me Eva. Are you listening?” She nods.