She’s a killer woman

The escape

I open my eyes and what was revealed to me shook me to my deepest core. I was still in the room, a room with four walls painted dark blue with a couple blankets on the side ,somebody was already sleeping there I thought to myself.There was no lights no switches it was dark. I felt my face My blood still around on my nose and neck still the sharp shooting pain in my side.My mother said that crying will do no good once the damage is done so I didn’t cry , I swallow my pride to bring myself to my feet a(n)Other futile effort by me. I felt a gentle tap and because of the circumstances of my situation I was so startled I hopped d to my feet scared to death. “Hey there cuteness ” said a young Hispanic girl who looked about 12ish ,she had long black hair Roman Grecian nose ,tempered eyebrows ,cinnamon Auburn eyes and upturned feline eyes shape . She looked sad and hurt something told me she didn’t want to be talking to me I mean I could look into her eyes ,I could tell she was broken but only was not my place to say whether or not she was down hearted . I looked over to the corner where the blankets laid, I asked her “do you live her too “ She said yes in a most patient calming voice.As we got to talking she told me her story why I was here and what this place was.As a ten year old girl I was very curious but given the circumstances I only asked the simple questions like; what’s your name,how old are you and what’s your favorite color for starters. She answered me almost immediately “I am 15 years old my name is Macy and my favorite color is purple” and you,implying that I was going to answer the same questions that I asked her. “My name is Evalynn but Eva for short,I’m 10 ,and my favorite color is blue but light blue” I said with a certain innocence that made Macy smile “good good “she replied with a heavy heart and a tired worn-out look on her face. Amidst the waiting to die Marcy tough me to read and write plus an above average math and art ,How to live and survive but all good things come to an end.About three days had wasted away in the hidden darkness of the house Along with Macy I was released into a bright small room with five windows And two doors one of which seem to leave toward kitchen of some sorts. As my curious 10-year-old mind scanned the room , I saw nothing promising. Simply put the house can be likened to a shed filled with tools and mechanisms. I started to stare at the ground and Macy tap my shoulder indicating that I was look up. Three men before me I can recognize two but the third one was new .The first man the one who put the dirty rag over my face handed me a bucket and water told me to clean the entire house or my punishment will be severe but silly me I refused to slave for anyone. Is that so said the man as caress my face yes I said not know want to come in as soon as the word exited my mouth the man raises hand and lashes my face fiercely is going on about five more times to tell Marcy cannot stand it anymore , but he did not care he did not stop in to my face because the light maroon tend to match the color of his hand being being the gracious soul Marcy was she pulled me away and of course being young child I was I cried I cried and I cried and I cried so much more than I have ever cried before not because I was hurt not because I was sad is because I know this would happened again and it did and sometimes more tense than others sometimes using weapons .so this was my life for three years. I was 13 when I went on my first “mission” in all honesty I was a drug mule they would take drugs like Heroin ,opioids,weed and crack and stashed them all me because no one suspected a small disheveled looking 13-year-old girl with the pretty brown eyes . This trail and trade went on for about let’s just say another three years because at that time I had no concept for time or for days for months or years. Throughout this whole ordeal I still remembered one thing that my parents faces not my sister’s not even my middle name or last name but my birthday, The only thing I could remember from my life before was my birthday. About two days before my birthday I was cleaning the stove and I listened end for rats and roaches but what I heard was no bug or insect crawling around what I heard was scarred me forever. I heard two voices one that belong to Macy’s her sophisticated delicate voice and one that belong to the man who ordered me to get out of the car and most likely drove the car to my kidnapping your man with the rough New Yorker accent, “she is 15 yes”set the man who kidnapped me ruin my life, yes please spare her she’s nothing but sweet and kind do not want to her what you did on to me macy said in a most pleading voice like she was begging for her life and mine. “Don’t take it the wrong way or simply just getting too old “Said the New Yorker man. No don’t please was the last thing I heard leave Macy’s mouth;*BANG* By that time I’ve been on so many “missions” that I can identify a gun shot mile away. This one this one sounded like a .22 semi automatic collection special. I was shocked and my dark brown skin paled,I knew who had died I knew-I knew that if I enter that room I wouldn’t be able to pick myself back up and so I remember the harsh words of my mother there’s no use crying when the damage is done The damage was done and Marcy-

Marcy was dead. You would think I’d be devastated that my best friend the one with care for me these past six years bright and bubbly 21-year-old who took the Hell hole turn it to a slightly more bearable place.Well you were wrong I didn’t shed a tear that day no no tears no tears for Eva .Eva swore to herself that her day will come and her revenge would Swift and painful.