01-23-2015, 03:32 PM
Marta ran as fast as her legs could carry her after getting out the door, unaware of why she ran so fast. The thoughts going through her head confused her.
"Ricky's nice....no he's not...Ricky's nice...no he's not..."
She ran until she ran into the corner of a building as she turned down the street. Marta heard a tear and pain shot through her shoulder. She wanted to cry, but stifled the tears and slowed down. Coming to a forest, she ran in thinking Ricky wouldn't find her there.
As she moved through the woods, she became scared. It was dark in there and she could hear the animals scurrying around. They had been cute in the zoo, but some of them could be really scary. She got on the ground and crawled into some bushes and hid. That's when the tears stung her eyes and she started crying.
Marta didn't know how long she cried, but it was when she heard the footsteps that she stopped. She tried to bury herself deeper into the bush as whoever wore the boots stopped in front of her bush. All was quiet for a minute as he knelt down. "Marta?"
It was Ricky's voice. Marta had no idea how he had found her. She had no idea what to do. She couldn't get out of the bush without passing Ricky and she had no where else to go.
"It's okay Marta, I'm here and you're safe now."
Marta didn't want to leave, but she did. She felt safe around him, but didn't think she should. Or she didn't feel safe around him and felt she should. Marta didn't know which. Another coyote howled in the distances, and it made Marta crawl out from under the bush to see Ricky.
Girls had run away at the brothel before - they didn't come back. Marta was scared and worried. She didn't know what she would see when she looked at Ricky. Ricky hadn't stood, instead he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and Marta chanced a look at his eyes.
The kindness was still there, but it was laced with worry. She could recognize worry - all of the girls at the brothel had it. "It's okay Marta - are you hurt?"
Marta didn't answer through her crying. Ricky picked her up and Marta stiffened as he did. He started walking. "You're safe."
He said it a second time, and Marta realized she wanted to believe him, but couldn't. That part of her wanted to hug Ricky and cry into his shoulder, but she just cried as he walked home.
When they arrived in the kitchen, he set her down on her feet. "Marta, are you hurt."
Marta nodded and said. "My arm hurts."
Ricky knelt down. "I'm going to look, okay?"
He asked her and Marta nodded, preparing herself. This was it. He was going to hurt her now. She had made him mad. She cringed as he lifted the sleeve of her shirt and looked at her arm, and then released it as he let the sleeve drop back down.
"It's a bruise, and not too bad. You'll be okay. Go to your room and get into your pajamas and I'll bring you something to help with it."
Marta obeyed, wondering what had just happened. He hadn't hurt her. Maybe he would in the room. She got into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Ricky knocked and asked if he could come in. She still hadn't gotten used to that and mumbled a yes nervously.
Ricky entered with a glass of liquid and something wrapped in a towel. Sometimes the men at the brothel gave her funny tasting water called wine in a weird glass with a stick before. But this stuff looked more like real water. Ricky handed her the glass and she sniffed it. It didn't smell like the funny tasting water either. She took a sip and her eyes grew. It was real water!
Ricky handed her the thing wrapped in a towel. It was cold. "An ice pack. Put it on the bruise and it will make it feel better and help it heal faster."
Marta hesitated but did as instructed. It stung at first, but soon the pain subsided. Her arm felt better. "Marta, I'm not going to hurt you. Ever."
Marta didn't look up, but wondered how he seemed to know what she was thinking. He hadn't hurt her. He had opportunity and reason to do so, but he hadn't. She still couldn't trust him, but she wanted to. Part of her was beginning to believe that what he said was true - that she was safe here.
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Edited by Enrique, Jan 23 2015, 03:33 PM.
"Ricky's nice....no he's not...Ricky's nice...no he's not..."
She ran until she ran into the corner of a building as she turned down the street. Marta heard a tear and pain shot through her shoulder. She wanted to cry, but stifled the tears and slowed down. Coming to a forest, she ran in thinking Ricky wouldn't find her there.
As she moved through the woods, she became scared. It was dark in there and she could hear the animals scurrying around. They had been cute in the zoo, but some of them could be really scary. She got on the ground and crawled into some bushes and hid. That's when the tears stung her eyes and she started crying.
Marta didn't know how long she cried, but it was when she heard the footsteps that she stopped. She tried to bury herself deeper into the bush as whoever wore the boots stopped in front of her bush. All was quiet for a minute as he knelt down. "Marta?"
It was Ricky's voice. Marta had no idea how he had found her. She had no idea what to do. She couldn't get out of the bush without passing Ricky and she had no where else to go.
"It's okay Marta, I'm here and you're safe now."
Marta didn't want to leave, but she did. She felt safe around him, but didn't think she should. Or she didn't feel safe around him and felt she should. Marta didn't know which. Another coyote howled in the distances, and it made Marta crawl out from under the bush to see Ricky.
Girls had run away at the brothel before - they didn't come back. Marta was scared and worried. She didn't know what she would see when she looked at Ricky. Ricky hadn't stood, instead he wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and Marta chanced a look at his eyes.
The kindness was still there, but it was laced with worry. She could recognize worry - all of the girls at the brothel had it. "It's okay Marta - are you hurt?"
Marta didn't answer through her crying. Ricky picked her up and Marta stiffened as he did. He started walking. "You're safe."
He said it a second time, and Marta realized she wanted to believe him, but couldn't. That part of her wanted to hug Ricky and cry into his shoulder, but she just cried as he walked home.
When they arrived in the kitchen, he set her down on her feet. "Marta, are you hurt."
Marta nodded and said. "My arm hurts."
Ricky knelt down. "I'm going to look, okay?"
He asked her and Marta nodded, preparing herself. This was it. He was going to hurt her now. She had made him mad. She cringed as he lifted the sleeve of her shirt and looked at her arm, and then released it as he let the sleeve drop back down.
"It's a bruise, and not too bad. You'll be okay. Go to your room and get into your pajamas and I'll bring you something to help with it."
Marta obeyed, wondering what had just happened. He hadn't hurt her. Maybe he would in the room. She got into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Ricky knocked and asked if he could come in. She still hadn't gotten used to that and mumbled a yes nervously.
Ricky entered with a glass of liquid and something wrapped in a towel. Sometimes the men at the brothel gave her funny tasting water called wine in a weird glass with a stick before. But this stuff looked more like real water. Ricky handed her the glass and she sniffed it. It didn't smell like the funny tasting water either. She took a sip and her eyes grew. It was real water!
Ricky handed her the thing wrapped in a towel. It was cold. "An ice pack. Put it on the bruise and it will make it feel better and help it heal faster."
Marta hesitated but did as instructed. It stung at first, but soon the pain subsided. Her arm felt better. "Marta, I'm not going to hurt you. Ever."
Marta didn't look up, but wondered how he seemed to know what she was thinking. He hadn't hurt her. He had opportunity and reason to do so, but he hadn't. She still couldn't trust him, but she wanted to. Part of her was beginning to believe that what he said was true - that she was safe here.
Edited by Enrique, Jan 23 2015, 03:33 PM.