{PART SEVEN}
Roxanne sits on the bed with a blank expression on her face. The only thing that was on her mind was Connor. She's wondering how he is and if he's alright.
Where is he?
She wondered.
"Hey," Gabriel says, sitting down beside her. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Roxanne asks.
"Stop hurting yourself," he says. Roxanne sighs.
"I'm not," she says, weakly.
"Yes, you are," Gabriel says then hugs her, placing his chin on top of her head. "Stop it."
Roxanne sighs again but leans into his chest.
"Sorry," she says, wrapping her arms around his waist. Gabriel kisses the top of her forehead.
"You did nothing wrong," he says softly to her. "Let's go to sleep. You need rest."
"And clothes," Roxanne grimaces. "I still look like a slut, don't I?"
Gabriel frowns.
"You are not a slut," he says. "You were used."
"Isn't it all the same thing?" Roxanne says.
"It;s not and you know it," Gabriel says firmly. Roxanne sighs again. Gabriel tightens his hold on her.
"Come on," he says. "Let's go to sleep."
Roxanne nods weakly. They settle in to bed. Gabriel spoons her from behind.
"Rest," he says to her. "You need it."
"I'll try," she replies. After a few minutes, Gabriel was sound asleep. Roxanne was still awake, trying to fight the past memories that have been chasing her. Images and scenes replaying in her head. Those thoughts making her frown and her eyebrows furrow.
Roxanne Faire is broken She's a broken person. She has been broken from the start. The only tool that was able to mend her before was her father.Her father is the person who also left her with a drug-addicted mother who drinks all day and abuses her. Everyday seemed like survival. Everything gets worse as the days go on to weeks, months then years.
The worst was when she turned fifteen. Her mother, the drug addict that she is, needed money to satisfy her addictions. So what did she do? She sold Roxanne. Her one and only daughter and child. She sold her like a piece of meat. She felt like she was thrown into the wolves. Roxanne remembered the scene vividly and it made her shiver.
Roxanne came home from school. She goes inside the house exhausted.
"Jessica!" she yells. "I'm home."
No one answers.
"As if she would care," she mutters. Roxanne has no choice but to live under the roof of her so-called mother until she turns eighteen. She will be free someday but for now, she's a cgaed bird in a messed up cage. She never calls her mother 'mom' or 'ma'. Just Jessica. That's her mother's name. Well, obviously. Roxanne feels like she's not worthy to be called a mother. She hated her dad for not taking her with him and leaving her with this whore of a mother.
Her eyes widen and her jaw dropped when she walked into the living room. Her mother was talking to two guys who are both covered with tattoos. Jessica looks at her with an unreadable expression.
"That's her," Jessica says, pointing at Roxanne.
"Hmm," one guy says. "She will do."
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