Delivery Girl

Chapter 3

The harsh sound of skin-on-skin rang in my ear. The man's hand on the girls face was terrifying. My heart dropped to my toes and my lungs froze.

Who was that? What was were name? How old was she? These questions buzzed in my head but I was to stunned to talk.

I heard the girl blow her hair out of her face, followed by semi-heavy breathing. Was she okay? I wish I could help. But what could I do? Whimper awkward nervous sounds through bloody cloth? No. I wasn't going to do anything. So I closed my eyes and waited for him to leave.

After a couple seconds of silence, Heavy, wet boots shifted on the dusty floor and walked toward where I was on the ground. Suddenly and swiftly the cloth was ripped from my jaw and I spit a wad of small pieces of hair mixed with blood from my mouth; onto the ground. But it didn't hit concrete, it hit leather.

My eyes squinted open and they met a man. I gazed with teary eyes at the figure of his face. A scruffy line of hair lead from eat to ear following his jaw that rose up to his low cheekbones. His face was dirty and full of black-heads. A roman nose was under his blue? Possibly blue eyes. The light was dim and I couldn't see very well.

"That, is what you never do." He says right up to my face.

A cracked voice screeched from my throat. The voice you have when you have been crying for a long time and attempt to calm down.

"W-What don't I-I do?"

"Talk. Back."

I close my eyes again and squeeze them tight together. I didn't want to see him anymore.

"Understand!" He yells as his steel-toe boot meets my thigh and I slide across the floor about 2 feet and my head flinches in to my body even closer and hits a pile of cardboard boxes; they tumble over and I hear a whimper. But it's not the same as the other girl. Were there two others? God only knows how many.

I open my eyes fast to see but my sight is saturated with dark purple splotches and my head Aches. I'm so tired and alone I start to cry. Not quietly and not loudly. But so everyone can hear. I try to hush myself but to no avail. Then a pounding thud travels around my body from my gut. Then I hear him walk away from my body and laugh away.

Scattered voices whisper...

"Is she ok?"

"What did he do to her!"

"I think he kicked her but I didn't get a good look"

Than a very prominent voice.

"Will you all just shut up. She's find. We've all been kicked before. She'll be fine. He'll be back in a couple hours to bleach our hair again. He has 8 am pick-ups. Get. Sleep. You don't know who will be picked." It's the same one who was slapped. Than her voice lowers. "It could be the newbie..."

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Sorry about the late chapter guys... Ill try and be faster next time. :) thanks for all the reads! Comment what you predict will happen next!