The jingle of keys brings me back to this moment.
"Bailey, dear girl. I think you are finally going home!"
Meridia was my Keeper, the person who made sure I had food, got me jobs, and kept me medicated.
On the surface she seems like an innocent old lady, with the graying hair who sprinkles dear into the conversation.
But that's all an act.
I don't know how she got here, but she seems numb to how scary life is within these cement walls.
Click.
The handcuffs are the first thing to go, and I move my hands as much as possible.
Knowing movement will help calm my nerves, I struggle to stay still as the wires on my feet are uncoiled.
My face fills with a stupid smile.
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Fight Or Flight
Aktuelle Literatur"No. She wouldn't!" The tears have fallen before I know it. It sounds just like Violet, fighting just to get someone else to be safer. "No. No." This can not be happening. Bailey is trapped. Forced to take almost any job. She's trying to pay off a...
