………… I stopped walking and looked at his back as he walked out of the door still laughing, He was in the room next door. I swallowed and hurried out of the room turning to close the door after me. I didn’t want to wait for Sam and by know I knew if I went right from here it would lead me to the stairs. I started down the hall Sam was across from the meeting room in Radlov’s office. I was thankful for the carpet covering the sounds the heels of my shoes would have made.
“Goodnight Miss” Walter walked out from the hall that lead to the kitchen, I smiled at him and dropped my head a little as I started up the staircase. I got to the top Sam was leaning against the fifth door smirking.
“Okay so I guess you don’t need help finding your way up here” he chuckled, my heart began beating hard and fast in my chest I looked down “Aw come on we were doing so well with you looking up higher than the floor” I looked back up slowly “and if you’re wondering there is a second staircase down there” he pointed back the opposite way down the hall. “Oh I noticed when I got the clothes from that place there we’re no real normal clothes” I shook my head “What happened there?”
‘Good night” I looked back down and started for the next door.
“Tricia” He moved in front of the my door “I’ve never seen someone as scared and nervous as you are”
“I was just sold like I was nothing, I was brought like I was something to use” I gritted my teeth “I’ve been beaten, and threatened all of my life I wish I knew how to cause trouble because then maybe someone like you that carries a gun would take it out and shoot me and end everything” his face fell as I fought to hold in the tears gathering strength from the girls I’d seen here in the house tonight “I’d rather take a bullet here” I put my fingers to my head “than become a whore” Sam sucked in air “Please let me go in to the room… just please… if you or your boss want me in your beds… give me tonight alone” I felt a tear spill over
“Where’d you get the idea we wanted you in bed” His voice was filled with near rage “don’t you think if that was the case we’d have fucked the ass off of you by now” his voice grew slightly loud My head dropped right away I’d made him mad “Damn it UGHHH” he moved from the door and paced “I’m sorry” I reached for me and I backed away “I’m really sorry for shouting” He hung his head “I promise you it’s not like that here” He reached behind him and opened the door to the blue room “Please promise me something, you won’t do anything stupid and you’ll let me talk to you in the morning” his phone started to ring he pulled it from his pocket and sent it to voicemail “We need to work out what’s happened with you in your past to make you like this”
I closed my eyes and his scent suddenly was all I could smell as he stepped closer to me his suit jacket brushed the front of my dress my breathing became ragged and shaky with nerves again not fear. He raised his hands I felt the movement even with my eyes closed I trembled as his hands touched my arms, the last time I was touched was to be hauled in front of a room of men to be sold,
“Don’t be scared of me” His voice was just above a whisper “I’m a friend” he let go of me and stepped back “I’m a friend” he turned and walked back to his room going inside and closing the door behind him.
I took a shuddering breath and stepped forward into the room and closed the door. I walked to the bathroom and took off the makeup and let down the sides of my hair taking off the dress and the underwear and putting them in the laundry basket. I went out into the bedroom and over to the drawers and rummaged through not finding my old sweats but finding flannel pants and tops. I had to sleep in something I took them out and put them on pulling the drawstring in at the waist I walked over to the couch and sat down glancing nervously at the bed. I curled up my legs and reached behind me for the throw that was drapped neatly on the back of the couch I hugged a chusion to me as I stared into the glowing fire that warmed the room. What was happening? What did he mean he was a friend? Sad to admit I’d never had a friend no one to talk to and learn from. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed and treid to think of nothing, but memories o Evie taking a gun and putting it to the guys throat without a second thought and looking like she wasn’t bothered, kept coming back to me along with the scent and the feeling of warmth from Sam’s hands. I hugged the pillow tighter as the scent seemed to get stronger in my dream exhaustion pulling me in and holding on to me, for once not half sleeping in fear of my Father coming in to hurt me for something he wasn’t happy with………….