I felt the cold dark air dance around on my bare skin. I was now surrounded with over twenty people. I don't know how to count higher than twenty so I don't know for sure how many eyes pierced my skin.
"don't worry. You'll do great." he said why'll stroking my hair and then my arm.
I shook with coldness and uncomfortable ness.
"I don't know."
"about what?"
"if I can do this?"
"you can, you are strong! Think about your family, yourself. If you were in there place, you would want someone to come and save you. Wouldn't you?"
"yes but I'm not sure if I can save them. I've never done anything like this before. You have to understand that I am just a girl. I am only thirteen."
" do I make you uncomfortable? Do I scare you? Do you think I am dumb?"
"no, none of those."
"then you have to believe me when I say that you can do this. You can!"
A bunch of eyes now gathered around our conversation squeezing my confidence. I think Chris saw me gulp because he looked around and met the eyes of the others in the crowd.
"have you finished discussing the battle plan?" he asked with a hint of cruelty but care toward me.
The people began to shuffle around and divert their eyes back to each other. They started conversing again.
"are you good?" he asked me.
"I think I will be," I said while forcing a smile.
"Trust me," he said "your amazing."
I don't know why he was saying that because he barely knows me.
"wait" I said slumping to the floor with sickness. It came over me so quickly.
"you don't know me. You hired me yesterday and you will probably sell me tomorrow. Why do you think you understand my life? Or me?" I said with anger looking up into his eyes.
"your not ready," he said gently but with a hint of uncertainty. "come,....... I'll take you back to the house."
He took my arm and began pulling gently. Tears flowed freely out of my eyes and poorer heavily down my face.
"Please," I whispered. I had never really spoken my opinion before and I was still struck with newfound words. "just please don't touch me." the memory of my old owner flooded back into my head and disgusted me strongly. It scared me.
"Its ok." He whispered lightly, bending down to my level.
"I just...." I started to shake. My words left me and the tears greeted my eyes.
"I cant imagine what you've been through. But please. Let me love you."
I was now confused but warmed. I was unfamiliar with love. I had heard of it and known of it but never ever came into contact with it. To me it was a foreign emotion. Too caring for my distraught, beaten heart.
"Love me?"
"Always darling."
I wondered what he meant by this. In what relation? Like a lover, daughter, or maybe a friend? He was much older than me. Probably seven years at least. Just then he leaned in to me. I stood frozen. I no longer liked my new owner. I shook with fear.
"Shhhhh" he told me.
I breathed heavily.
Then he kissed me. His lips with my lips. I felt exposed, But i wanted him. Did i?
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