Lynnox
Cassie lead me to a little alcove and told me about her story. It was pretty sad, but
I guess everyone's is sad.
"Anyways, are you gonna tell me your story or what?"
"Right." I cleared my throat. "Uh I don't really remember much of my mom. She was never around. My dad was the best though. He came to all of our soccer games and made us dinner every night." My voice got higher, remembering all the happy times with my dad. "But then when he was on his way to work one day, he got hit. Bad. I got called down to the principal's office and they told us the news. Which meant we now were left with our mom. She's been an addict for as long as I can remember. I was always too scared to go into her room. Her needles and heroin were scattered all over the place. She would leave and be gone for days. So basically it was just me and Logan. I thought that if I threw away all of her drugs then maybe she would notice us again, but it didn't work. She was furious and hit us."
I pulled up the back of my shirt to show Cassie the faint scars from the belt.
"I guess she got caught one day and social workers dragged us here. We made it through three trains before he was sold. I've got to find him, Cassie. I can't go another year not knowing if he's okay.." I drifted off and we both sat in silence.
"But if you miss the auctions.." Cassie whispered.
"Yeah." I sucked in my cheeks. "I know."
I stood up and held my hand out towards Cassie. "acquaintances?"
"Acquaintances." She smiled and shook my outstretched hand. "Oh, and you might want to clean that up." She gestured to my lip. "It's bleeding again."
"And you might want to put something on your eye before it turns purple!" I chuckled and walked back towards the building. I pressed my hand to my lip and sure enough, it was bleeding.
When I got to the girls bunks, it was 7:53. Molly wasn't in bed. She was probably with Max. She'd have to get to bed before lights out at eight. I calmly sat down and waited for her on her bed.
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