Delivery Girl

Chapter 5

I am sooo terribly sorry for not writing a chapter for so long. Our wifi is all messed up and well wattpad kinda needs wifi so yea... And I'm moving so I've been packing and school just started, and everything has just been so dang busy! So here's the chapter!

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I must have stared at the fan for hours. Watching the light change. I wish I was in the light. Have some warmth. I was freezing. But at least it was sunny. October sun is rare. It's usually so cloudy. But I was so looking forward to completing his "pick-ups" and getting the heck home.

My eyes were caked with dried tears. My hair was mangled. The ropes were my only clothing but ?my underwear and bra. Wait, this isn't my bra... It's silver cold duct tape slapped across my chest. What ever deliveries this is I better not go dressed like this.

So much was just wondering through my mind. The emptiness in my stomach was making the loudest of sounds. The crushed cardboard box my head had been resting on was cold and hard. I stuffed my head into my knees at random times to warm myself. I couldn't feel my fingertips. My feet were numb. All I could think about was pain. A dull pain just lurking around my body. I was so afraid something was going to happen.

Out of almost thin air a small whisper hissed: "Abby..."

Than louder not a moment later they said again: "Abby..."

I raise my head from the cardboard box. My hair was sticking to me.

"Yes?" I reply in a hushed voice.

"I'm Katrina. Kat for short but there's no one to really call me that anymore besides these girls." They say. Kat's voice is soft and sweet. I could tell she was older than me. I instantly have a thousand questions to ask her.

"How many of us are there?"

"8." She says. 8! "8 in total including you and I. Belle, Lily, J, Torry, Nicole, and little Gracie."

"Little?" I ask.

"She's only 13."

I can't even think. Why would a man e so cold hearted as to kidnap or whatever this is a 13 year old girl. As if Kat can hear my thoughts she says:

"So nobody will get suspicious. That's why he has you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because he needs a fresh face. If his buyers or other people see us one to many times, they start to question us. Why young girls have drugs."

"Drugs! That's what the deliveries are for!" I almost break my whisper.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down.... Yes. That's what he uses us for. Every 10 or 11 months he changes his Delivery Girl. But with his money he buys us cloths to keep us warm if we behave. But I'm his niece. So I can talk crap to him whenever. He'll never give us back. He takes us, uses us, and keeps us so we can never tell."

"So your the one who was slapped...?"

"Yes. I have bruises and scars all over from him. That's what the nice cloths are for. To cover them. And to keep us from running away. Because he'll just find us again. Like he did the first time. Oh! That reminds me! How's your side! I saw he kicked you!"

"I-I'm fine I guess..." I don't really know how to answer because I don't know the answer.

She moves toward me and examines the bruise. It's blue and purple and red. It a perfect mosaic of pain. She gasps when she gets a good look at it. Than she sees my hair. The look on her face, there are no words for the level of concern and harshness.

"It's strawberry blonde!"

"Yea so?"

"Do you smell that?"

"What? The bleach?"

"It's for your hair."

My hair... My long strawberry blonde hair. I took my two years to grow it all out. It's my mom's hair. She has strawberry blonde hair.

"He'll cut it too."

I could tell she didn't want to say that.

But that was the least of my problems.

"He will be here soon. The other girls will be up soon too."

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I feel dead. Kat had fallen back asleep. I was alone once again. My only company was the wind slowly and softly caressing my side. It felt like ice cubes were parading across my body. A loud "SLAM" filled the empty room.

"Good morning ladies!" A man says sarcastically. My stomach drops to my toes and my lungs forget how to breathe.

"8am! Get up!" He demands. "Who will be a sweetie... and get the hell up! Gracie...?"

"-No!" Kat intervenes.

"You shut up!" He says. He regains his composure. "Oh, I almost forgot..." The words hiss right through his yellow teeth. "Abby."

A cold hand touches my cheek than roughly grabs my arm and rips my up from the ground. A bolt of pain skyrockets to my brain and I moan loudly in agony. My hands are still ties underneath my knees. So I'm hanging from his hand. My hair hangs down and reaches the ground.

"Ahhh! Look at the beautiful locks! Strawberry blonde, oh no no no! That just will not do." His voice is so arrogant.

He carries my to another room and I open my eyes just enough to see the other 6 girls. They are lines up against the same wall I was... I, I didn't even know they were there. And right next to my box was Gracie. She looked so small.

A sharp turn swinging my head around I hit the wall. I just close my eyes and wait for the pain to go away.

There is a dirty room an I'm thrown in a tub. My head hits the wall of the tub and my brain just can't take it.

Then then I all I see is black.

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