Fragile // 5sos [under MAJOR reconstruction!]

Five.

The next week at the hospital, a psychologist was sent to Dru's room to try and find out more about her. Melinda sat with the psychologist, seeing that Dru looked very uncomfortable and scared to be alone with him.

"Do you know what your last name is?" He asked, his pen dotted on his page. She shook her head, almost waiting for the chocolate that she would have received. Melinda had been coming in every day with chocolate to learn more about her, and so far all she's learned is that she had been in a very dark place before and she wasn't ready to open up about it. Dru still had the chocolate locked away in the drawer, afraid that the supply would soon end if she wasn't good enough for it.

Dru looked at Melinda expectantly, but she shook her head as well.

"Answers get you chocolate, Dru. Not shaking your head." She responded, and Dru shrank in her bed. The swelling in her eyes had gone down completely, but there were still blotches of discolouration around them.

"You condition her with chocolate to get her to answer?" The psychologist asked, looking over at the woman. She slightly blushed and nodded.

"Well, it works." She replied, and the psychologist slightly agreed. He turned back to Dru, who sat quietly, waiting.

"Can you tell me if you know who these people are?" The psychologist asked, before pulling up the two sketches of the men that had been plastered around the news. Dru widened her eyes and she swallowed the huge lump in her throat. She vigorously shook her head, not even caring about the chocolate anymore. She didn't want to talk about them, she never wanted to talk about her bosses ever again, even if they forced her to. "Are you sure? It seems like you do."

She fiddled with the bed sheets and got anxious again. Is he going to force her to tell him? He sounded angry, and she hated when people raised their voices.

"I'll tell you." She quickly said, not wanting him to get mad at her. She had enough of that already. He patiently waited for her, not wanting to push this fragile situation at hand. "They're my bosses. They give me clients to work on. If I don't work then I get in trouble."

Melinda's silent hitch in her throat went unnoticed as her mind went to the worst places. What did she mean by clients? What type of clients?

"What kind of work do you have to do?" She asked urgently, forgetting about the chocolate entirely.

"The same work all bitches do. Sex." She responded, as if it was obvious. The psychologist cleared his throat awkwardly and wrote down what she said.

"Dru, that's not a nice word." Melinda said, shocked by her sudden bluntness. Dru looked down at the chocolate in her hands; it was different to the one she usually had. This one was caramel, and she couldn't wait to try it.

"Can I please have some now?" She asked, and Melinda quickly snapped out of her daze. She gave Dru two pieces and the girl quietly nibbled on them.

"Dru, what do you mean by bitches?" The psychologist asked, trying to tread lightly. He had never experienced child trafficking before and frankly he wished that he wouldn't have to; but this girl clearly had her morals warped and they needed to be set straight.

"Me," she responded, then turned to Melinda. "You too. You see, there's men, then there's bitches." She explained, like they were two children. Melinda brought her hand to her mouth, and looked at the psychologist in shock. He pulled on his collar and cleared his throat.

"Dru, you're not a bitch. They must have told you that... You are a girl. Melinda is a woman. Women are not bitches, they are called women, girls, ladies and females. 'Bitch' is not a proper term." He explained, but Dru only frowned. All her life she was told that women were bitches, and that was the only word used to refer to them. Was everything she knew a lie?

"So... A bi- sorry, a woman's work isn't sex?" She asked slowly, looking down. Was she violated her whole life without even knowing it? Was this even legal?

"Well, no. It's not. Sex work is only okay if the woman is over 18 and she wants to do it. I would imagine that you are not even 16 yet. Those men that made you do that are vile and cruel." Melinda said, venom present in her voice. 

Dru was taken aback by this new information. So she was being treated unfairly? She thought it was the norm for every girl to do this. They started as soon as they got their first period and stopped when they hit menopause. She thought that women were only created to have sex; to please men. She thought that that was the only thing women were good at. God, she was seriously messed up and she didn't even realise it.

"I think I know my name. It's Dru Olivia Saint."