"Is it cold?" He asked, I shook my head and forced a smile. She sighed and walked towards the kitchen. I bent down and looked at my exposed thigh.
My throat clogged with holding back the crying. The corners of my eyes heat up every time I think about what happened earlier. I can still feel their dirty hands on my skin. I still hear obscene things they say to me, and fear still envelops me every time I close my eyes.
When Luke returned he was carrying a glass of water. He presented it to me and I drank quietly. I only halved it and put it down on the coffee table. He sat in a single chair even though there was still plenty of space next to me.
"What are your plans?" Suddenly he asked. I looked at him and looked down at my thigh again.
I shook softly. "I want to keep it to myse
