Beating Hearts

"Women In The Industry"

Sarah ran as fast as she could, for there was nothing she hated more than anyone being harmed.

As she got into the house, she saw no one, and not a single sign of ash, nor did she smell anything burned; she heard someone crying. she walked through the corridors, and took her first right following the sound, her eyes laid upon a young girl who was balling her eyes out, she bent down and held the girl closer to her chest as she looked into her eyes, she saw something.
Could it be she thought? No, this can't be happening.

she held the girl so tight and asked her what happened, her only request was that the words she was about to tell her weren't the words she had in mind. The little girl looked up at Sarah, and said with a cracking voice; he raped me, the old man I wanted to help raped me.

Sarah closed her eyes, raised her head to the skies, her biggest worry, her biggest fear, she saw it coming.

the little girl kept on crying, sarah gave her a kiss on the forehead and took her to the bathroom to wash off her face. Then she made lunch and sat to dine with the little girl to know what else she goes through.
She looked up before sarah can ask her a question and said, "I know why you're still here, and I'll tell you everything after I eat."

sarah shook her head in agreement and sat quietly.

she finished her meal and took a sip of water, she started off with: "my name is Yasmine I'm 14. my father bailed on me as a child and came back recently without any explanation of why he left, my mother pressures me quite frequently. I dress this way because it's the only way I can love myself, covering every inch of my body trying to keep it safe, yet I fail miserably. it's not the first time someone rapes me, but this is the first time anyone ever shows up.
I guess it's because I yelled fire and not rape, apparently being sexually assaulted isn't a big deal but hot burning flames are.
my mother left to Turkey a few days ago, that's why I had no one to protect me this time, but here you are, so thank you."

Sarah gave her a side smile and thought to herself how can that girl be so tough after going through such misery.

She grabbed her bag and headed towards the door, but she held her back and looked straight into her eyes and said, "I would ask you about yourself, but I'm guessing you aren't the type"

"that's one good guess", she remarked sarcastically.

The door shut closed as a low voice whispered "I know everything I need to, we'll meet again, my love."