Change is good...right?

I ran as fast as I could, with tears running down my face. I heard her voice cry out my name...what-what could I do to help? Police wouldn't do crap for us, I looked around only seeing empty buildings. "Casey! Help! Casey call the police!" I heard her voice ringing in my ears, my heart feeling as if it's moving my whole body with it's fast yet unsteady beat. I stumble to the ground, tears flooding my cheeks so fast I couldn't wipe them quick enough. The feeling of guilt overwhelming my body. Just-just leaving her there getting dragged into the mans car. I covered my mouth quickly as I heard footsteps coming, I turn into an ally, get up and run to hide behind a dumpster. Sssshhhhhhh...I breathe so hard it's impossible to control as the tears are somewhat stopping at it's slowest rate. I hear one mans footsteps stop, "Hey! Let's just go...one is enough for all of us". He had a sinister laugh. He runs back with the others as I burst out loudly crouching in the corner, trying to push myself further into the wall of darkness. How could they do that to her? I started screaming and crying out to her...like she could hear me. Lights slowly began to shine through the windows...too...too late. I just sat there...hoping that God could redo this whole day for me, and for her. I feel drops suddenly pour onto the ground underneath me and onto my body. Heavier and heavier, I just sat there...why not me? She was a good girl...exactly what they needed.

(Next day...)

"Umm...hello? Hello? You okay?". I hear a voice speak as I get concious of what's going on...of what happened. I quickly rise and began running out to the busy streets. I paid no mind and started running to the place of where it all took place, feeling the tears start coming out, I run faster feeling I could catch her before they do...did. I recap all that sent down and scream out for her, "Stephanie! Stephanie! STEPHANIE! Come back to me...". I whispered at the end, slowing down and notice there was no more SUV, no more men, no more Stephanie. I start talking to the people surrounding me, having panic anxiety as they said they heard nothing last night. But how? I began running back thinking maybe she'd escaped from them and was at the ally waiting for me. I got hit by some hard object struggling to get around it but it had a tight grip only arms. "Where are you going?". He said in a somewhat calm yet surprising tone. I looked behind his shoulders trying to find her. "She's back in the ally, sh-she's waiting for me.". He just starred at me for a few long moments. Then spoke the worst words that have ever been said to me, "she...she's gone, the guys took her last night.". How did he know that? Why didn't he help?! Why didn't he save her?! "how... how did you know what happened last night? Why didn't you do anything about it?!". I said as i cleared my throat. I began to get furious with him, and it showed in more tears. He huffed and

pulled me to a close ally, deep inside where noone could see us. " I-I-I ... I was one of the men...sorry.". His

words were calm and that really pissed me off. I tried jerking away from him, but his grip was too strong for me. I finally slipped one arm out the sleeve of my jacket. And so did the other. I ran away back into the mysterious crowd. He caught up and pulled me by my arms and twisting me so I could face him. His face was broad, his hair was with curly brown curls, his eyes were a beautiful aqua, but that didn't change my mind thinking of him being a rapist...a rapist. I was all of a sudden embraced into his arms, not wanting to believe his words. "She's gone- she's in a temporary home...she'll be back, but not as soon as you think. I'm so sorry." Was he...threatening me? She WILL come back...real soon. I just went along with it, understanding that it'll be difficult to get my friend out of being a drugged sex slave. We went out and the entire time we went to get me cleaned up...her screams, her face, her dragged body, her life petrified me. I had to do something. But what? I kept trying to think of ways...anything I will be doing and will be successful. I kept thinking why he is helping, why he would be willing to do anything for me. Once I finished with getting ready, wearing the slutty clothes that weren't much different from mine except that it was from one of the victims. I noticed we were in an old motel building...but why here? To hide their secret hoes? To hide their drugs? It didn't matter. All that mattered was my friend, was that if she would actually be alive when I get her...save her from all the harmful things. " I'm Casey...let me ask you something...di-*I swallowed hard* did you, umm...-". He got defensive, " I'm James and no, I said I would be looking for the other girl, which would be you.". "Did you mean to or just to distract?". "Distract, I never take advant-". I interrupted loudly and as rudely as I could to get my point across to him. "Yeah you do, you're with them running after the women or girls who are trying to escape from YOU! You-". "Protect them, I run after them and act like I have searched hard, give up easily, and quickly so the ladies could run away, as far as they could from us. That's why we run for The Doubles, two girls together, they take one and I try to release or help them escape...it's scary what the women must feel like.". I had enough, I smacked him as hard as I could, "those WOMEN are all scared for their lives, they are scared of the people around them. Because EVERYONE they meet...they will not trust a damn soul.". I walked out the building and down the stairs. I see men start walking up the stairs, as I switch and move back up too. I motion to James to walk back up from behind me. He looks behind me and sees the men. Our instincts kicked in and we switched places, where I was in the front jogging up the stairs back to the room and slowly closing the door to where noone could hear it. I hear them come closer, "who was that?" The first man spoke in a deep concerned voice as I heard James say he didn't know. They speak and start unlocking the door, I run to the closet and stay as silent as I could. Their door opened and they are speaking rapidly on how their night was...how SHE was the best they've had in years. I held in my tears but let out a soft whimper. Uh-oh, I hear the voices dim but still speaking about her. Whimpering started frequently coming out, I couldn't help it...they took advantage of her. The first man began pacing and checking the doors, I panicked, so I pulled the knob which wasn't closed all the way because it made a clicking sound. He came towards the door but James covered it and kept it secure with his foot. I didn't know what to do except pray to God that I make it out alive. The knob was beginning to jiggle and the voices seemed to rise as they fought on whether the door should be opened or stay closed. I vote stay closed. I hold the other side of the knob still cautious if it would be broken from the shoe making the door open only at the top each time he pulled. I stop quickly and held onto the bar with so many long and thick fur coats hanging on it and held myself up so that my feet wouldn't show. The door finally opens and I see parts of his hairy arms show, his thick fingers moving the coats, and the hazel in the eyes of a man with a newly waxed and shaved face. "Oooooooo, nice coat, which one did you use this for? The blonde or the ginger? Hahaha it doesn't matter because I bet you've used it on more than one of your regulars.". The man sitting on the edge of the bed, looking drunk, was laughing along with the 'Big Boss'. And his...his regulars? Why would he use the coats? I slowly see the parts of the coats where there were these weird secret compartment looking things with drugs. Smart, I began sweating from the heat of the coats. I had to find energy to keep holding myself up. The 'Big Boss' all of a sudden snaps, "where's the coke? Jay, wheres MY coke?". James shrugged as the 'Big Boss' started stomping over here and scattered an amount of coats on the bed. My palms were starting to slide. James closed the door and started to question the 'Big Boss' about his drugs, the 'Big Boss' just moved speaking aloud for all to hear. "When I find what your hiding, where *knocks on the door as if I'd sweetly answer it* ever you hid her, I will find her. You know the saying, through-" "night and day the drugs stay, as she lay, yeah, yeah i know.". I cuffed my mouth, when he finds me...he will literally do that, all of it. I slowly try to put my feet down as the door stopped moving, then it jerked open. As I had a delayed reaction, the guy sitting...saw me and jumped to his feet. Yelling at the top of his lungs he pointed at me and the coats surrounding me. Big Boss spoke, "relax Ricky, your drunk.". But he still scrambled through the coats. Then I saw a coat open slightly. I tried to crawl in one and hold myself up by the indention from where the sleeves begin. I hear him and feel his hands run through the coats. The heat from the fur is beginning to make me slide down while sweat covers my body. I hear the steps slightly and the closet door shut. Another door is slammed as words start piling out of Big Boss's mouth, "GET IN THE DAMN CAR! Make sure you be careful with her, she's a delicate.". God bless her. Now that God at least kept me alive now, lets hope he can do the same for James. I wanted to help her. Along with Staphanie. Last night was running through my mind as I fell on my knees out of the coat. I just kept wishing I had her in my arms...alive.