Sold

The great escape

I sat on the bed in the room reserved for me holding towels on my legs and arms and stomach where he had cut me, blood spilling out everywhere. I was weak and losing lots of blood.

I wanted Brandon to hold me. Cradle me. Let me pass out in his arms.

I couldn't have that. Not until I made it out of this h3ll hole.

I immediately gathered all my thing s into my bag and finished with the wounds.

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I jumped out of the window, fell 30 feet, landing on a pile of hay.

I brushed off and crouched down as I walked passed a window. I held my file in my hands that made me belong to the monster. That made me a sold girl. I stuffed it in my bag and continued on down the driveway. I was finally going to see Brandon. If he still wanted me.

What if he doesn't want me? What if he thinks I don't want him? I pushed the thought from my mind and continued on down the road.

I heard a door open and close at the house. I was not yet out of sight so I hid behind a tree and peeked out from behind it, watching as mr. Monster walked out and threw a beer on the ground, shattering it, and walked back in.

It was early for him to be up. It was 3 in the morning.

I got up tow all on but a sharp pains topped me. I lifted my shirt and looked at the stomach wounds. My arms were covered in them too. So we're my legs. I was filled with so any emotions every time I looked at cuts and scars.

It was happening again.

But I was going to escape it this time.

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I had been walking for miles and hours and was now near Brandon's house. The place I already thought of as home.

I saw a scary guy walk by with a scared little girl following, she was about 14.

All the flashbacks came into mind, uninvited.

Monster had raped me 74 times the first time I was with him.

93 in the past few weeks.

I pushed the eternally emotionally tattooed tally marks from my brain. And walked till I was at Brandon's house. I looked at the big house and started crying.

I fell to the ground and balled. I was here. I had escaped the h3ll whole. hopefully forever. Even if it was with 764 scars. Emotional and physical. I also cried because I didn't know if Brandon missed me. If he wanted me. If he'd take me back.

I hoped he would so deeply, or at least I tried. Most of my hope had eternally drowned in rape and cuts and rejection and being thrown away and being sold. I usually didn't hope for things. I didn't want be let down. But this time I couldn't help it.

I stopped crying and sat on the grass, my knees to my chest, rocking slowly, until I thought I looked better. Till my eyes didn't sting and feel puffy.

Then I got up and walked to the door. I knocked, then waited 127 seconds till the door opened. Yes I counted. I counted everything.

Brand looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"I-Isabelle?" He questioned. I slowly nodded.

He didn't look good. He looked drained. Tired. Depressed. But right now his eyes lit up and he jumped forward and held me.

"Ouch!" I quietly yelped.

"Sorry what's wrong? Are you ok? What Happened? Why did you leave?" He rambled. I reached back into my bag and took out the papers with all the info. How I'd been bought, stolen. His eyes teared up as he read over it.

"Oh baby girl. How did you get away? Did he hurt you?" He questioned.

He held my waist with one hand and the paper with the other. I wasn't scary like when monster touched me. This felt safe. Ok. Not un-allowed. Not pushed. Not scary at all. It felt like even if the monster came right now, Braden would protect me, even if the monster was bigger than him.

"I left his house last night at like... 3." I didn't want to answer the other question. Hat man had hurt me so many times in so many ways. It's not that I didn't want to be honest with Brandon. I did, just not about this. Not right now. I don't want to talk about it now.

"God baby you must be tired." He said his lips to the top of my head. He had to bend down just to kiss my head he was so tall. I was 5:10. "Cmon." Brandon pulled me inside and up to his room.

"Are you hungry?" I was starving. I was about to say yes but then all the times monster called me fat and ugly flashed through my head. I shook my head slightly. He gave me a questioning look.

"Don't lie. Cmon, let's go get you food."

He started to pull me gently down stairs but I stopped him.

"How did you know I was lying?" I asked quietly.

"I'm not telling you." He said smirking, then kissed my forehead and pulled me downstairs.

He gave me yogurt and once I was done took me back up stairs to his room.

He laid down on his side of the bed and I got on the bed on my side of the bed, leaving as much room as possible between us.

"Cmere" Brandon said gently. I wanted him to say that. I wanted him to hold me, but I didn't know if he wanted that.

I scooted up to him and put my arm over his waist, my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and gently held me close.

"Did he hurt you?" Brandon asked again.

I slowly nodded my head and he instantly pulled me closer.

"How?" He asked, his voice cracking.

I sat up and lifted off my shirts one could see all the cuts and bruises. I rubbed the make up off my arms and face, revealing more cuts and bruises.

"Oh baby." Brandon sat up next to me.

"He also raped me. 93 times." I said so so quietly putting my shirt back on.

Brandon grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, hugging me. He kissed me all over my face, then kissed each of my physical scars.

He laid down then pulled me on top of him and I cried into his chest as he comforted me. We eventually fell asleep.

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