I remember when I first met Mister. It was a year after I had gotten out of the spotlight. I was 12 years old at the time and a year into my silence. I had skipped school again, already knowing I was never going to graduate. I had no plans to anyway. I was trailer trash, I had no hope for a future. I had snuck into Michaels donuts. I had to resort to stealing some food because Rose and Red had been out for a couple of days on a drug high. There was no food left in the fridge. I had just snuck the third cinnamon roll in my shirt before Mister came out raging. He made me throw out all the cinnamon rolls I had stolen. I started crying heavily because I was so hungry. Mister's face turned pitying and he gave me four cinnamon buns and told me not to steal anymore. I came into Michaels donuts after that to do homework and Mister started to give me food regularly. He made me feel safe. I remember something he would always tell me. He said, "You are too innocent to be in this cruel world. One day people will reap what they sow. I promise you one day the pain will be gone." Mister was the only person in the work who cared about me.
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Behind the Closed Curtains
Mystery / ThrillerPeople say that you can never know what goes on behind closed doors. Maybe they shouldn't have paid so much attention to the door and looked more at the curtains. They should examine every stitch, and every color. You can tell a lot about a person b...
