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her to be guilty.
“Like where?” she asked beginning to sniffle.
“Like a pawn shop,” Jordan added sarcastically. He too still believed her to be guilty. “Great...now they are ganging up on me,” she thought as tears began to stream down her cheeks uncontrollably. She had only wanted to make this man like her, and now he detested her even more and for something she knew nothing about.
“No…I swear,” she cried as she sat back down in the chair. “I would have money if I had been to a pawn shop!”
“Maybe you put the money in the bank!” he then yelled back to her.
Dolly faced him with courage now. “And to what name do you think I deposited it under? Huh??? Dolly what-ever-your-name-is? Get realistic!!!”
Jordan turned his back again not wanting to see her cry. He looked over his shoulder as Lydia spoke to him, beginning to feel he may have made a very big mistake, but how could he possibly be wrong?
“Mr. Scott...I suggest you report your theft to the proper authorities. Maybe they can help you.”
Jordan looked uncertainly from Lydia to Dolly now. Then without uttering another word, he stormed out of the room.
Dolly gathered up her things and returned to her small cot and cried uncontrollably. “What next?” she wondered. “Will I go to jail now for some stupid ring I don't know anything about?”
The next morning Dolly ate quietly as the two other women at her table seemed to be staring directly at her. She felt more and more like she was in prison than a women's shelter that was supposed to be taking care of her. Dolly glanced up nervously then continued to eat. She could feel some kind of unwanted tension building in the room, a tension that scared her.
“Hey cutie,” the older looking bleached blonde called out roughly. “We hear you ripped off some man. Outta be locked up if ya ask me.”
Dolly gazed back unaware of how this woman knew about this. She must have seen Lydia's secretary gathering up her belongings. She chose to remain silent to avoid any possible trouble. The two women were smiling impishly as if they wanted to cause a ruckus and had no intentions of leaving her alone.
“Hey...she's talking to you,” the other nudged on.
“I'm not interested,” Dolly finally retorted.
The two looked at each other briefly. “You too good for us cutie?”
Dolly didn't answer again. She grew even more afraid of these two oversized women now and wanted to run and hide. She slowly stood and turned, wanting to walk away. One of them grabbed her hair from behind.
“Little thief, where ya think you're going?” she asked smartly as Dolly scrounged her face in pain and struggled to get her hair free from this wicked woman's grasp.
“Leave me alone!” She protested and automatically kicked the woman in the shin.
“Why you little...” the bleached blonde rebelled as she struck the side of Dolly's face with her fist and knocked her to the floor.
“Hey! Break it up!” she then heard someone yell. A woman from one of the other tables pulled Dolly to her feet and defended her. “C'mon Lanelle, she's just a kid. Leave her alone will ya?”
Dolly watched fearfully as the two bullies smiled devilishly and walked on. How grateful she was for this other woman to help her out. She thanked her and quickly returned to her cot sobbing with grief. She was now even more afraid of this place and felt more abandoned than ever before.
Not only could she not remember anything, but now everyone she was in contact with thought she was a thief...including Jordan Scott.
“How could this have possibly happened to me?” she wondered as she buried her face in her pillow.
Then she rose to go to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror after she washed her face and stared at the bruise that had now appeared on her left cheek. “Not too bad, but quite noticeable,” she whispered.
“Great...” she then thought. “Now I can
“Like where?” she asked beginning to sniffle.
“Like a pawn shop,” Jordan added sarcastically. He too still believed her to be guilty. “Great...now they are ganging up on me,” she thought as tears began to stream down her cheeks uncontrollably. She had only wanted to make this man like her, and now he detested her even more and for something she knew nothing about.
“No…I swear,” she cried as she sat back down in the chair. “I would have money if I had been to a pawn shop!”
“Maybe you put the money in the bank!” he then yelled back to her.
Dolly faced him with courage now. “And to what name do you think I deposited it under? Huh??? Dolly what-ever-your-name-is? Get realistic!!!”
Jordan turned his back again not wanting to see her cry. He looked over his shoulder as Lydia spoke to him, beginning to feel he may have made a very big mistake, but how could he possibly be wrong?
“Mr. Scott...I suggest you report your theft to the proper authorities. Maybe they can help you.”
Jordan looked uncertainly from Lydia to Dolly now. Then without uttering another word, he stormed out of the room.
Dolly gathered up her things and returned to her small cot and cried uncontrollably. “What next?” she wondered. “Will I go to jail now for some stupid ring I don't know anything about?”
The next morning Dolly ate quietly as the two other women at her table seemed to be staring directly at her. She felt more and more like she was in prison than a women's shelter that was supposed to be taking care of her. Dolly glanced up nervously then continued to eat. She could feel some kind of unwanted tension building in the room, a tension that scared her.
“Hey cutie,” the older looking bleached blonde called out roughly. “We hear you ripped off some man. Outta be locked up if ya ask me.”
Dolly gazed back unaware of how this woman knew about this. She must have seen Lydia's secretary gathering up her belongings. She chose to remain silent to avoid any possible trouble. The two women were smiling impishly as if they wanted to cause a ruckus and had no intentions of leaving her alone.
“Hey...she's talking to you,” the other nudged on.
“I'm not interested,” Dolly finally retorted.
The two looked at each other briefly. “You too good for us cutie?”
Dolly didn't answer again. She grew even more afraid of these two oversized women now and wanted to run and hide. She slowly stood and turned, wanting to walk away. One of them grabbed her hair from behind.
“Little thief, where ya think you're going?” she asked smartly as Dolly scrounged her face in pain and struggled to get her hair free from this wicked woman's grasp.
“Leave me alone!” She protested and automatically kicked the woman in the shin.
“Why you little...” the bleached blonde rebelled as she struck the side of Dolly's face with her fist and knocked her to the floor.
“Hey! Break it up!” she then heard someone yell. A woman from one of the other tables pulled Dolly to her feet and defended her. “C'mon Lanelle, she's just a kid. Leave her alone will ya?”
Dolly watched fearfully as the two bullies smiled devilishly and walked on. How grateful she was for this other woman to help her out. She thanked her and quickly returned to her cot sobbing with grief. She was now even more afraid of this place and felt more abandoned than ever before.
Not only could she not remember anything, but now everyone she was in contact with thought she was a thief...including Jordan Scott.
“How could this have possibly happened to me?” she wondered as she buried her face in her pillow.
Then she rose to go to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror after she washed her face and stared at the bruise that had now appeared on her left cheek. “Not too bad, but quite noticeable,” she whispered.
“Great...” she then thought. “Now I can
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