Stuck Stuck (RECONSTRUCTING)

Three- Juniper (Cast slideshow up)

UH OH, We've slipped from spot 18 all the way down to 29. But this is okay, this is good, just gives us more spaces to tear threw to the top! :D

(Character slide-show up, still searching for JUST the right picture for Gary. I can't seem to find one.) 

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Days had passed and so had the scenery, miles of miles under our RV slid and vanished. My MP3 died all too soon and I was stuck with a book I had read more times than years I've lived.

I was turning a page when I felt eyes on me, I ignored them completely, not wanting to talk at all. Just last night, only a week since our last 'home', Dad and Gary had killed. Last night had been terrible, the first time I had cried in months. I try my hardest not to shed tears, they don't help or bring anyone back and all they do is aggravate Dad.

"Still reading that book?" Dad asks softly. My chest aches, I hate how he can be such a monster until he's had his fix, then he tries to play like a loving father. He's either trying to get on my good side for something, or in his own way attempting to make things OK between us because of last night.

I continue to pretend like he's not there and eventually, with a sigh, he leaves me alone. When I'm by myself I put the book on the table in front of me and try to clear my head. I keep seeing images and footage of last night reel over and over again in my mind. 

"No, please. I-I won't tell, I promise!" The girl had cried, tears slipping down her cheeks faster than a waterfall.

Dad had came in, Gary following behind with a struggling, young teen girl. She had her hands tied and tape covering her mouth, her clothes had rips and tears and were stained with dirt. I took note of her features and gasped when she was brought in.

She looked too much like me, brown hair fell across her face from thrashing, it's length reached past her breast. She had striking green eyes like myself and the very image of her was almost like a mirror to me.

The guys brought her in and sat her in the booth, she had struggled and cried for a good few minutes before they ripped the tape away. Immediately the girl had started pleading for her life.

I had stood there, numb by just looking at her.

"Oh, please, I swear, I'll say I was raped or something. No one has to know!" She sobbed. Dad chucked and rubbed his thumb on her cheek.

"Aww, c'mon doll. What fun would that be if we just let you go?" 

I felt sick, I had coughed some to keep it down and the girls gaze snapped to me. Her eyes widened as she caught mine. Instantly my stomach dropped, never had any of them stared at me with such shock and pain. Dad saw where she was looking and gave a cruel laugh.

"That's my girl over there, see how pretty she is?" He grabbed the teen's chin and pulled it to face me again when she dropped her gaze. "Maybe if you were a looker like that you'd of had a man to protect you tonight."  He chuckled once more then shot spit at her face. "Pathetic."

I looked away, my own were tears forming for this girl. I knew what they were going to do to her, what they did to all of them... 

"Please..." I heard her whisper. I turned around to face her again, knowing full well she was speaking to me. My eyes were glazed, hers were drenched. She pleaded with me silently, making my chest tighten with despair. I couldn't let her die, that could of been me sitting there, she looked enough like me to make the image that much more real.