*Trigger warning this chapter will mention thoughts of s.uicide.*
Melissa
Present
"Annie," I say walking towards the weeping girl on the floor. "Hi, I'm Melissa."
"Are you here to make me sleep with those disgusting men?"
"No, I'd never do that to you, but I will get you out of here. My husband is looking for me, and if we can just stall for a bit I'm sure he'll find us. He's coming for me I know he is, and I won't leave here without you."
"B-but you heard what he said, you have to get me ready."
"I'll think of something okay? Where are you from Annie?"
"Out West, I ran away and now, n-now I think I would have just been better off. Even if I was my stepdad's favorite punching bag."
"How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen."
"Oh, I thought you were a lot younger than that." That's still
