More publishing spree today.....not that you want any more, after that LONNNNNNG ass chapter 13!
This chapter's only around 3,500 words. A nice break, right? Lol.
Here ya go........
GAVIN'S POV:
"Yes. He's the one who came to see me. Told us all we needed to know about this operation. He was trying to help one of them...all of them. We've been working on this ring for a few years now. We just couldn't get enough info. No one knew enough info to get us anywhere. But this guy.....he did it. He saved them all. And many more in the future. We found out about 3 more adoptions in the works, just tonight from in their office, destined for here and other locations we've found, thanks to his inside info...."Fogginess floated me into consciousness. I felt like I had a hangover. My head hurt, and my face hurt. I'd been punched. I remember that. I knew where I was, and I knew what had happened. I'd fainted from the realization of everything. And now I was awake again, having to deal with reality, and I didn't like it one single bit. No wonder Gwen liked to sleep so much. Nothing hurts when you're asleep.
I turned my head and opened my eyes slowly to see what was going on around me. I knew people were talking near me. I heard other voices. I heard a flurry of activity going on around me, like multiple people here and there.As soon as I opened my eyes, a medic was looking down at me.
"Ello sir! Welcome back to us!" she said, way way WAY too happily for me.
Was she fucking serious? A rage built inside me quickly. I just wanted to punch the happy out of her. Even though she was a girl. I wasn't in the fucking mood right now. Why would she be so fucking happy? Fucking. ASSHOLE......"You should be fine. Just a bruise on your face, and a little egg on your head where you hit the floor when you passed out. I'll get you something to drink. Don't sit up until I come back, now, ok?" she said, being her merry, peppy, asshole self.
I didn't answer her. I just looked at her with eyes that tried their hardest to shoot deadly lasers at her face. Gwen was gone. Dead. And she's acting like a fucking cheer leader with me? They're all dead and she's even able to smi.........wait........them all........'he saved them all'........
Those words came into my head, from my very recent memory. My already watering eyes stopped producing tears for a second.
Who had said that? What did he mean? Did someone really say that? Or was it just a dream?
I was confused now, and I tried to sit up. I finally got myself up and looked around. People everywhere. Detectives. Police. NCA guys....all walking around doing their job. I noticed Jack standing a few feet from me. He was talking on the phone.
This place was done now. I knew that. Kitchen closed. Night work. Done.
That was good.
But Gwen....the other girls......."Here you are", the medic chick handed me a bottle of water and sat down next to me on the cot.
I was in the girls' bedroom. All their cots lined up. This is where they hardly ever slept. This was their dungeon. There across from me, was a cot with blood on it. Blood next to it on the ground, too. Blood where the middle of someone's body would be when they laid there. And blood down by where someone's legs would be.........GWEN.
My heart started beating fast, and I felt dizzy right away. The tears instantly resumed. They had beat her in her bed. Right there. That was her bed. That's where she laid all this time. All these years. Lonely and unloved. Scared and tortured. Never knowing if she'd live through the next day or not. Wondering what evil man would come every night to hurt her for his own pleasure. She didn't get to lay here much, though. She'd told me they only slept from about 6am till 10am or so.
".........feeling a little better yet? Hello sir? Sir??", someone's voice flooded into my ears, and snapped me out of the world of sadness and desperation I'd thrown myself into, realizing what Gwen's life was like...realizing what her last day must have been like. Beaten and tortured in her own bed.
"Huh?" I managed to mumble out, as I stared at what was most likely Gwen's bed, and her blood. Blood that had been inside her. Keeping her heart beating. Keeping her breathing. She had been here once. Here on Earth. She had been SOMEONE, God dammit. She had existed. And I decided right then and there, that I would NOT let her die unknown. I would not let her life be a waste. I'd make her known. I'd try and find any pictures from the orphanage. I'd use the picture of her beautiful face from the "girl menu" book. Gwen would be known. Her life story would be known. People would know she existed. They would know that she had feelings and hopes and dreams. They'd know that she was sweet and innocent and sad. They'd know that she loved to lay in my arms, against my chest, because she'd never done that before. She'd never been hugged or cared for. People would know everything about her. Except her nitty gritty detailed stories. Sure. They'd know general details. I couldn't make a difference if I said too little. But I'd keep her dignity.
I would write a song about her. For her. And from there, people would ask where the inspiration for it came from. And I would tell Gwen's story. I would tell my story of knowing Gwen. I would tell how I tried to help her. Help all the girls......I would.....
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Cross My Heart
Genel Kurgu**Main character IS Ed Sheeran with a changed name!** "Nate..." I called to him after he stood up. I stood up and got close to him. "I DO want to kiss you first." I leaned in and touched my lips to his, and he sighed into my lips, and held his arms...