The woman at the desk looked like she just wanted to go home and screw her husband.
She asked for a name and my mom said, "Samantha."
I cringed at the name.
She ordered someone to come and bring me to my room.
"C'mere, girl," the dude said.
He looked like he wanted to go home and screw with his PlayStation 4.
I sighed and followed him.
I didn't have any other choice.
As I padded down the dark, damp hallway I saw the doors had no windows.
A1. A2. A3. A4. A5. A6. A7. A8. A9. A10.
Up a flight of stairs.
B1. B2. B3. B4. B5. B6. B7. B8. B9. B10.
Up another flight.
C1. C2. C3.
We stopped at C4.
He opened the door and pushed me in the room.
I heard the door lock behind me.
I saw a worn-out teddy bear on one of the straw beds.
I started crying.
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She/Her?
Teen FictionI saw "her" again today. | ------------------------------- I take no credit for the cover; it is by Lorri on Pinterest. Started - December 9th, 2017 Took break - April 20th, 2018 to June 16th, 2018 Finished - June 22nd, 2018 Highest Rank: #232 in T...
