and sold to every Tom, Dick and Harry.
They caged those girls.
Fucking caged them like dogs.
I wished I didn’t know, but Mom said I needed to understand what Mackenzie had been through in order to support her.
Mom also told me that Mackenzie’s doctor was worried she wasn’t coping as well as the other girls. Mackenzie was younger than most of the other victims and the doctor thought Kenz may have been more susceptible to the brainwashing techniques those bastards used on her because she was only fifteen ...
I overheard Mitch crying on the phone to his brother in Tampa the other day. He told his brother Sam that when the police found Mackenzie, she had a collar and leash attached to her neck and was being … assaulted by three men.
Jesus, even thinking about it made me fucking sick to my stomach.
Who was she going to be now?
Those men had three years to warp her – distort her mind and fuck up her sense of reality.
I’m going to help her heal, I vowed to myself. I couldn’t protect her back then, but I could now. I would do whatever it took to put the old Kenzie back together. I was going to be there for Kenzie – as a friend. Yeah, I needed to remember that.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I inhaled a steadying breath before turning around.
My breath caught in my throat the minute my eyes landed on her, and I knew I was fucked from the get-go.
****
Mackenzie
February 6 th , 2006
“Who owns the motorcycle in our driveway?”
This was the first time I had spoken since my father picked me up from the hospital.
“That’s Cade’s bike, sweetheart,” Dad replied in a husky tone of voice.
I watched from the passenger seat as my father’s knuckles whitened and tightened on the steering wheel. I felt something stir inside of me. Something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Excitement …
“Cade’s here?” My voice sounded dead and flat, but for the first time in over three years I felt elevated and excited. “He knows I’m back?”
Dad pulled his very mundane Rover into the driveway and killed the engine.
“Mickey, sweetheart, there are a few things I haven’t told you,” he whispered, staring straight ahead at our house. I wondered if he stared at the house because he was nervous or because he couldn’t bear to look at me anymore. I was a whore after all.
But Dad had called me Mickey – his pet name for me when I was a child.
“Cade lives with us now,” Dad finally said, and his tone was apologetic. “Sharon and I … well, we got married the year before last, sweetheart.”
“Congratulations on your marriage,” I offered, unfastening my seatbelt and climbing out of the car. I was sure my father was waiting for me to throw a fit. I was sure that was what I was supposed to be doing, but I didn’t – because I couldn’t. I didn’t care enough to feel anything.
I just wanted to see Cade.
That’s all I wanted.
The urge to see him was clawing at my insides.
My Dad walked up the lawn beside me and I knew he was contemplating whether or not he should put his arm around me.
He shouldn’t and thankfully he didn’t.
I wasn’t a little girl that he needed to protect. I had seen about all that could shock a human being and besides, he couldn’t go back in time and protect the girl I was back then. Life moved forward, there were no second chances. Just bitter regrets that left sour tastes.
Besides, I wasn’t sure of how to talk to my father anymore. I wasn’t his daughter – not the one he remembered at least. I was Master’s whore and no amount of counseling or industrial soap could change that.
The front door swung inwards and a pair of blue eyes greeted me. “Mackenzie,” Cade’s mother wept before lurching towards me.
I immediately stepped back and out of her reach. I wasn’t afraid of her touch. I just didn’t feel like being touched and now I had a choice – free will .
Something I hadn’t had in a very long time.
“Hello,
They caged those girls.
Fucking caged them like dogs.
I wished I didn’t know, but Mom said I needed to understand what Mackenzie had been through in order to support her.
Mom also told me that Mackenzie’s doctor was worried she wasn’t coping as well as the other girls. Mackenzie was younger than most of the other victims and the doctor thought Kenz may have been more susceptible to the brainwashing techniques those bastards used on her because she was only fifteen ...
I overheard Mitch crying on the phone to his brother in Tampa the other day. He told his brother Sam that when the police found Mackenzie, she had a collar and leash attached to her neck and was being … assaulted by three men.
Jesus, even thinking about it made me fucking sick to my stomach.
Who was she going to be now?
Those men had three years to warp her – distort her mind and fuck up her sense of reality.
I’m going to help her heal, I vowed to myself. I couldn’t protect her back then, but I could now. I would do whatever it took to put the old Kenzie back together. I was going to be there for Kenzie – as a friend. Yeah, I needed to remember that.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I inhaled a steadying breath before turning around.
My breath caught in my throat the minute my eyes landed on her, and I knew I was fucked from the get-go.
****
Mackenzie
February 6 th , 2006
“Who owns the motorcycle in our driveway?”
This was the first time I had spoken since my father picked me up from the hospital.
“That’s Cade’s bike, sweetheart,” Dad replied in a husky tone of voice.
I watched from the passenger seat as my father’s knuckles whitened and tightened on the steering wheel. I felt something stir inside of me. Something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Excitement …
“Cade’s here?” My voice sounded dead and flat, but for the first time in over three years I felt elevated and excited. “He knows I’m back?”
Dad pulled his very mundane Rover into the driveway and killed the engine.
“Mickey, sweetheart, there are a few things I haven’t told you,” he whispered, staring straight ahead at our house. I wondered if he stared at the house because he was nervous or because he couldn’t bear to look at me anymore. I was a whore after all.
But Dad had called me Mickey – his pet name for me when I was a child.
“Cade lives with us now,” Dad finally said, and his tone was apologetic. “Sharon and I … well, we got married the year before last, sweetheart.”
“Congratulations on your marriage,” I offered, unfastening my seatbelt and climbing out of the car. I was sure my father was waiting for me to throw a fit. I was sure that was what I was supposed to be doing, but I didn’t – because I couldn’t. I didn’t care enough to feel anything.
I just wanted to see Cade.
That’s all I wanted.
The urge to see him was clawing at my insides.
My Dad walked up the lawn beside me and I knew he was contemplating whether or not he should put his arm around me.
He shouldn’t and thankfully he didn’t.
I wasn’t a little girl that he needed to protect. I had seen about all that could shock a human being and besides, he couldn’t go back in time and protect the girl I was back then. Life moved forward, there were no second chances. Just bitter regrets that left sour tastes.
Besides, I wasn’t sure of how to talk to my father anymore. I wasn’t his daughter – not the one he remembered at least. I was Master’s whore and no amount of counseling or industrial soap could change that.
The front door swung inwards and a pair of blue eyes greeted me. “Mackenzie,” Cade’s mother wept before lurching towards me.
I immediately stepped back and out of her reach. I wasn’t afraid of her touch. I just didn’t feel like being touched and now I had a choice – free will .
Something I hadn’t had in a very long time.
“Hello,
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