FOUL PLAY (book one)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

it was happening. the big operation. as soon as it was dark and all the other girls were being rounded off to go into the truck I sneaked away and hid in the building. guards were walking back and forth so i bad to breath softly and keep still. the trucks left and Nathan and Ross came inside to celebrate the money they were gaining and how their business was expending. it was just that "business" as Nathan had once told me. "we don't view the girls as humans we see them as property and puppets. the more we view them as not humans the easier it becomes to get rid of them. you don't keep toys you don't play with anymore. it's an ends to a meet and we are helping people's fetishes. sick but just like you were forced into this so were we. the world out there is cruel. there's poverty and murder everywhere and the worst of it all is the poverty. people are hungry and willing to do anything just to feed. whether they hungry for drugs, sex, food, respect...they hungry nonetheless and the government does jackshxt to help. so we had to do something to help us. in the end every family focuses on their richess. and Ross is messed up. he married our sister just so he could keep the "bloodlines pure" and keep the money within our family so our kids wouldn't face the same poverty. it's all messed up but in the end it's all just survival. in most cases survival of the fittest." survival of the fittest. I had new energy surging through me. all the gaurds had left and Nathan and his brother were in the house.  this was my chance. but then I saw a shadow walk past. at first I thought it was someone then I realised I had imagined it, my delusion was back! I shook my head back and forth but then I heard Allison. "come on girl, do it. I died knowing you as my hero." crazy as it was I had conversations with her. I sneaked out past the building and jumped over the fence. the dogs were used to our scents so they wouldn't bark. one obstacle out the way three more to go.  I jumped fences and was finally on the outside. I ran into the forest and at least for now I was safe. I had stolen some food and drugs and was ohk. I walked in the forest around and around until I realised I was walking in circles and kept ending up in the same spot no matter which path I took. kind of felt like my life.  I was stuck and not moving and it was draining. when would I get my big break? I saw Jace walk into the forest as I lay on the ground having given up on making it out of this place. had he died too? " come on get up." but his voice sounded as real as the trees I could touch. he had to be real, but as soon as I wanted to touch him he walked further away. I just continued following him until i heard a river near by and stopped for a drink. "Jace?" he was gone. how? had he gone back into the forest? I looked around me and found I was in a different part of this place. there were beautiful houses and what i thought was a river was in actual fact a pond behind someone's house. I ran into their shed and took out the clothes I had bought with me and cleaned myself up. I walked out that shed looking the cleanest I had ever been and I felt it too. I had no trust in people. you never know whose working for who and whose going to help you so it's better you jeep your head down and do your own thing. I had stolen some money from Nathan and I used that to take a bus home. and in the bus, that's when it hit me. even if i went back home, they knew where I lived and they knew who I was. maybe they would take my family next if they found out I was missing. I was their property. and I was branded. they had burned their sign into all the girls after my failed attempt. there was a gang war going on. everyone wanted girls to sell but one group was stealing the girls and the other group was stealing the girls from them, less hassles. but that was the way of life. you were either used or the user. and most of us are being used. for me it was for selling drugs and my body. but for most people it's working. the "Normal jobs" that was being used. you worked half your life away and benefiting who? the government and prisoners who are in prison for crimes yet half your taxes are used to give them  better opportunities and "rehabilitation". in fact prisoners come out with better qualifications than we spend half our years trying to get. organised crime is the life we live and like sheep being herded we just follow and no one takes note of this. we so focused on surviving we don't notice how we are being used. we so focused on the bare minimum that we allow our lives to be drained away. working 9-5 and now you don't even know what goes on in your child's life, working so much you don't know your daughter has been raped and your son is helping sell drugs. so caught up with society that we have created a totally different us. one for them and one for ourselves.