Mexico Has Splinters

Part 6

I walked as best I could with the rank pillow case over my head.

"Please let us go! We haven't done anything wrong. We were just on vacation." I pleaded with anybody who would listen, as the tears streamed down my face like raindrops.

SMACK!!!

"Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you!" The crazy man said.

As I felt the burning sensation turned to pain, I thought about how my mother would be waiting by the phone for me to call.

I'm sorry Ma, it wasn't my fault this time.

They threw me and Morgen in a truck and drove about 45 minutes to some location and then we stopped. I'd heard other voices but one stuck out among everyone else. That Latina! She was there. And from the sound of her voice she was the leader or close to whatever was going on.

Lord please be with me at all times, though I don't pray often, you know what's in my heart. I need you now, right now right now, please watch over me and Morgen. In your name I pray Amen.

I had to say a quick prayer before anything else occurred. I prayed that morgen wasn't harmed in anyway, even though I wanna stomp her into tomorrow most days I still love her to death.

"Haz que las chicas carguen en el camión. Ninguno de ustedes debe tocarlos todavía porque todavía no se han limpiado. Los llevaremos al Almacén!"

I had heard one of them say before I was shoved out of the van and onto the road. That must've been the one that hit me across the face. We'll have our time. Trust.

I just went along with whatever they wanted.

"Tú. Quitate la ropa. Ahora o lo haremos más o menos."

What did he say? Another man spoke up but in English.

They quickly snatched the pillow case off my head and my eyes instantly had to adjust my eyes to the dim light.

"Take off your clothes, or we will do it for you roughly." The light-skin translated.

"Could you all turn around? I don't feel comfortable."

"Trust me girl," the same person spoke who translated, "that won't matter, not where you're going."

Shamefully I took my clothes off but I closed my eyes and acted like I was in my room. A new pair of clothes were thrown at me. I quickly grabbed them and threw them on.

They quickly snatched the pillow case off my head and my eyes instantly had to adjust my eyes to the dim light.
These clothes were raggedy and my pants had two holes in them, one in my pant leg and the other in the left pocket.

After walking into what felt like hell, I quickly realized that they had women and children in what appeared to be dog cages. They all looked dirty and smelled like potatoes. There was a little girl in one of the cages and I couldn't place where I had seen her.

Right ahead of me they were placing Morgen in a cage. They placed me across from her. Right away I could tell they had beat her, she had a huge swollen eye and scratches on her arms. She must've put up a good fight. I'll ask her later.

To my right there was a girl about 15-16 who resembled Marianna from the Fosters.

She looked comfortable in her little space.  To my left, there was the same little girl that I had seen earlier. She was staring at me with sad eyes and tears in her eyes.

I looked around before I whispered, "hi, what's your name?"

"Good luck trying, but she can't understand you. She was born in Cuba, but they speak a different form of Espanol."

I found it odd that they had a little girl, what could they possibly be doing with her? Doesn't any of them have kids or siblings? I shuddered to think about it. I leaded back on the dirty floor and thought about everything that is good in my life. My annoying brothers, my loving mom, my awesome dad and Morgen.

If they knew where I was they'd be on the first flight here. Ready to kill all of the motherfuckers that were involved. Then my mind somehow drifts to Terell; his smile, his hands, and scent. Shoot! He's probably waiting by the phone for me to call. I'd give anything to talk to him right now.

I find a decent spot to lay my head on and try to drift off.