Neglected,beaten,tortured. All words that describe 18 year old Harper. Her parents sold her at the age of 4 to the slave traders.
Now 14 years later she is almost beyond repair. Her hopes of escaping have long been forgotten. She is but a human robo...
So I just want to say the next few chapters will have a few sensitive topics. I havent gone into detail as it's pretty awful already. It's only a few sentances. I will try put a warning if I add more about the subject but as it's 1/2 sentances I have decided against it.
"Harper wake up we are here" I tell her and she opens her eyes so fast and within seconds shes stood up outside the car. She was afraid. Afraid of me. I would be too if I was in her position. "Come on, I picked up some take out while we drove back: I tell her grabbing the bag from the passenger seat. She follows me up to my apartment, which I bought without my parents knowing so once they find out they dont have ber they wont be able to find her. "Its not too big, I live here alone" I say unlocking the door.
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"Yet, you have so many seats" I hear her say when we entered. I smiled at hearing her talk to me with little fear. "Yes, it came furnished. You can take the spare bedroom" I tell her opening a door on my left. It was a 2 bedroom apartment and this room had never been used, since I dont have guests in this apartment. Usually if I'm having friends over it will be in my down town apartment which is much bigger and has more rooms. This is just the apartment I use to get away from people. "It looks nice " she comments.
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"Yeah, it's your room now...if you want it. Obviously not forever I'm not keeping you hostage. Just until the drama dies and obviously if u ever want to come back and stay you can" I tell her. I was nervous at her reaction and it felt like hours as i waited for her reply. "Ok" she said and walked in She grabbed the pink blanket that was laid on the bed. Why is it pink you ask. It was one of things my parents threw away after her death but i managed to rescue it. Since then I've hidden it. So what better place to hide it then my hidden apartment. "Do you like that" I refer to the blanket she had now wrapped around her. "Its soft and comfy" she says walking back towards me. I couldn't tell her it was hers because she might not know I'm her brother and knowing might upset her. "Let's eat before the food gets cold " I say leading her into the open room. We sat at the table eating without much talking. I asked her simple questions like favourite colour, favourite food. I didnt want to push her into a conversation shes clearly not ready for. I could tell something was on her mind though. I will ask her when she feels more comfortable. My phone starts ringing. I look down to see it's richard. I guess they figured out by now. "Hey I gotta take this please dont talk, its richard" I tell her and a look of fear appears. She is terrified. "What do you want father" I ask answering the call. The word father made me cringe. A father is suppose to protect his child not cause her fear. A father is someone who would kill anyone who hurt his daughter not kill her. A father is suppose to love not hate. "Where the fuck is that bitch" he shouts down the phone so loud that harper heard and tears started to build up. That made me angry, how dare he make her cry. How dare he call her a bitch. "Well father I believe mother is with you, is she not" I say indirectly calling her a bitch. She was. She played a big part in this. She also sold her child, she also hurt her. "Watch your language boy" he snapped. "Whatever, not a clue where she is" I say already bored of the conversation. "Bullshit, you replaced her for a mannequin" he shouts getting angrier by the second. "Well I guess you can cut up the mannequin instead. Goodbye richard" i say and end the call. I look at Harper and she is silently crying. "Hey dont worry. I got you. Maybe you should rest, you look exhausted " I tell her since we had finished with the food. "Ok" she mumbles and gets up. "Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in" I ask knowing she had no other clothes. She looks like she doesn't know what to say so I quietly get a shirt and give it her. "Your choice. I'll just clean up then I'll check on you. Ok?" I tell her and she nods and walks into her room. I have to protect her. No matter the cost.
