A Burden

"Shut The Hell Up!"

"Shut the hell Up!" My mother yelled, throwing alcohol onto my face as she wiped her eye. I could hardly move and the ropes that were wrapped around my wrists weren't helping, not even in the slightest. They cut and burned into my flesh, causing me to wince in pain.

I couldn't tell what she wanted to do, but whatever it was; it wasn't good. "Change of plans, since my daughter doesn't want to listen." My mother stated; hissing into her cell phone. "Instead of two of you, how about you bring the whole gang, huh?" She asked, and a moment later, the tick of her tongue indicated that they were interested. 

My mother then got off the phone and dropped down on her knees to stare into my eyes. "Now, I actually should thank you. You got me 100 extra." She patted my dreaded hair lightly. "However, when they are finished, I'm just going to leave you here. There is no room for you in my car." She grinned and walked away. 

My back was now against a tree, and I could hear sounds in the forest behind me. There was no where for me to run. For once, my mother was smart, she had removed all the sharp rocks from around me and tossed them away before she drove down the road. 

Tears burned against my cheeks as I looked up quickly. There in-front on me stood a thin, pale Asian woman, her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at me. "Don't stare." I shouted at her and turned my head away, only to find myself looking back at her. "Are you a costumer too?"

She shook her head no, and released me from the rope, a huge hunting knife was placed by her hip. "No little one." She replied, her voice was the softest and it soothed me in an instant.

"Was that your mother?" She asked running a hand down my hair, while remaining eye contact with me.

"Yes." I answered her, and looked down, breaking the eye language.

"Come, we must hurry. Whoever these men are, I do not want their hands on you."