Torn

Away from the mansion

To say I was nervous would be an understatement but I went anyway. Rosie told me it would do me good, the other girls I speak with were silent. Jealous expressions crossed their faces, frowns embedded on their foreheads, and fake smiles shown on their masks. Everyone here, in the refugee center for ex-callgirls, is wearing a mask.

Some that seem kind will stab you in the back when the opportunity arrives, Some seem to be though yet they are crying at night. We all have our wounds, we all have our losses and surely our regrets, but are we only our past? A soft tap on my shoulder breaks me free of my mind-wandering.

'It would be fine, sky, go have fun.' Rosie states as she hands me my jacket.I sigh and take my phone out. 11:55 AM. 'Go on... Don't get late... That would be considered rude. ' she says as she nudges me out the door. I wander outside to the magnificent porch with the wild blossoming flowers and the sun enlighting the pink clouds in the sky.

'It does look like the beginning of a fairy tale' i think for a moment. My phone buzzes in my pocket. 'Just minutes away, darling, xxx -M'

11:57 AM.

 My heartbeat rises and my hands get sweaty. I curse my nerves under my breath as it's not the first time I meet him. I shouldn't feel like this, not nervous, scared, or anxious but forgive me, I am.

Every time we see each other I feel like this, is this due to past trauma... Or... Might I, could I, be in love? In the distance, I hear the screeching of the metal archway before I hear the soft humming of a luxurious, old, brown white Rolls Royce At exactly 12 pm he halts in front of the refugee center. A tall, neatly dressed, red-haired gentleman steps out and gifts me a warm smile.

I step towards the car, ignoring the gossip that flows out of the window. If I could curse them, I would, but I have to keep my temper. They comment on his appearance, his age, and his wealth but nothing is worth, less when I'm with him.

Once I take my seat next to him, he places his hand on my knee. He glances at the many girls that stand gaping at the window inside the mansion. 'Humans, they do tend to have a burning curiosity.' he remarks. I scoff and nod while we drive off the mansion property and into the woods.