Broken

Chapter 2-Part 1

6 Months Later

“Please, Anton! Just give it to me!”

   Anton looked down at her, and ran his hand through her nappy hair. “No, I don’t think I will.”

   She looked around, her eyes darting in every direction, perspiration sliding down her face. She looked like a rabid animal.

“Please!” She cried, watching the needle in his hand as if it were the essence of life itself. “Anton, give it to me!” Her hands bunched the sheets that she was sitting on, her eyes as big as saucers.

   He shook his head, watching her with an inward smile on his face. “Tsk, tsk, Charlotte. Ladies don’t beg.”

“And you said I wouldn’t go twenty four hours without it!” Her desperation turned into anger.

“Didn’t your mother teach you that drugs are bad, darling?” He was toying with her, testing out her boundaries.

“I don’t care what my mother thinks!” Her teeth were clenched tightly together, her hazel eyes fierce. The anger abruptly dissolved and she was looked up at him from the rumpled bed she was laying on. “Anton,” she started, a longing and hunger in her eyes that made him really look at her. She was a beautiful girl, he had to admit to himself. “I’ll do anything! Please, just give it to me!”

   The smile on his face grew wider and he looked at her with hunger of his own. “Show me,” he stated plainly. And she did.

   Afterwards, he gave her what she really wanted, a shot of heroin in her system. A sigh of pleasure escaped through her lips and he lay beside her for a while, watching the beauty before his eyes.

   She was one of the most beautiful girls he had, by looks alone. Her long raven colored hair was in need of a trim, her skin was baby smooth, and her body was long and thin as a dancer’s would be.

   Anton put his face to the dip between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her. Any man, like him, would give a lot to have her, even for a mere hour. He knew that and was going to use her to his fullest advantage.

“Charlotte?” he whispered, his hand pushing the hair from her face.

“Hmm?” Charlotte moved her head a bit, indicating that she was listening. She could hear him speaking, felt the gentleness to his touch. He cared about her. A faint smile was on her lips as she heard him.

“You’re going to be moved in the morning, little one. I’m going to get you cleaned up and into a better place. Do you hear me?”

   She nodded slightly and turned over to face him. She burrowed her face into his chest and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

   The following morning Charlotte woke up to insistent shuffling. Bleary eyed, she looked beside her to see the empty space and her heart sunk that Anton had left her. What had he said before she fell asleep? Something about moving?

   Groggy, she tossed the sheets to the side and slid her legs to the ground. A harsh knock came from the door and she hurriedly put on a silk robe and rushed to the door. “Can I help you?”

“The boss says you gotta be out of here in an hour. We’ll pack your stuff but you need to be ready to go by then.”

“I’m getting out of here?” It was hard to believe. In the months she had been here, she hadn’t gone anywhere. To be able to even step out of this room was a dream she thought would never come true.

“Yes. So you best be getting ready, girl, because the boss is impatient when people are late.” The man standing outside her room was now a familiar face, as he was the one who brought her meals.