Adaliah

Chapter 2

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So, as I was saying, her mother didn't give her a name or anything because she wasn't in a condition to give her a name or anything. Her mother was with her but at the same time, she grew up on her own mostly. You will see her suffering through the phases of not trusting anyone.

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Third-person pov:

After Alex pulled out of his shocked state and started his drive towards the mansion as Ezra is busy typing furiously on his phone with a blank look on his face. He kept glancing at her from time to time and then saw her shivering as her long white T-shirt is all wet due to the rain. Her hair is soaked up. She is hugging herself as her eyes are dropping.

Ezra ordered peeking at Alex through the rare view mirror: "Enciende el calor (turn on the heat)"

Alex nod taking a small glimpse at the little girl shivering in the corner of the big leather seat. After a few minutes, the atmosphere around the car turned warm and she sighed in relief and then looked at Ezra who was busy on his phone. She opened her mouth but closed it again as her stomach grumbled again.

Ezra turned towards her slipping his phone back into his pocket then asked: "What's your name?"

She looked at him with wide eyes then furrowed her eyebrows. Name? She never had a name. What is a name? Ezra saw her confused expression so he said tilting her head to the right: "I'm Ezra, Ezra Diaz. And you?"

She shrugged turning back to look out of the window again as the raindrops pour over the window. She is watching the water droplets racing down the glass which excites her but the thought of her mother never left her. A question is popping into her head which is where he is taking her.

Ezra's jaw clenched when she turned away from him then he took a deep breath and a smile made its way to his lips. He asked in a soft tone: "So you don't have a name, I guess?"

She turned back to him once again and shook her head in no. He said smiling sweetly: "See it wasn't difficult to answer me, is it?"

She shook her head once again and Ezra clapped his hands together making her flinch. He said chuckling to himself not guilty for making her flinch: "My bad"

He questioned wanting to know further: "What's you got called? Like anyone your father or mother?"

Her eyes lit up at the mention of her mother so he said raising his eyebrow at her but keeping the sweet fake smile on his lips: "Your mother?"

She nods quickly making him internally cooed at her innocence for giving someone like him all the information about her life. He hummed quietly then asked: "Your mother doesn't have a name, does she?"

She shook her head in no as he already knew the man and woman who got into this work, by will or by force, lose their identity. They don't have a name or anything except a number which got a stamp on them a hot stamp that leaves a scar forever.

His clenched at the thought of the mark over her body and her being a part of the prostitute. He took a breath to relax his mind going fuzzy with all negative thoughts and anger and he lost control.

He asked now looking at her: "Why were you at that place?"

She shrugged and then whispered: "Mummy lives"

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The car stopped in front of a big mansion while Ezra hopped off the car with the same emotionless face. After talking to her about her old life and things. He gets to the conclusion that her mother was a prostitute at that place and had her. She kept her hidden but he is sure she couldn't do it alone so there must be somewhere there helping her.