*The little astrik means that chapters will be flashback chapters.*

—FLASHBACK CHAPTER—

Brooke—

Shane, the man in charge of me, had his hand on my shoulder. I kept my head held high, knowing what could happen if I didn't. Shane would beat me.

He had a sickly grin as we approached the filthy motel room. Just another hour with with a 40-year-old man with his grubby hands all over me.

Not that it mattered to anyone. As long as Shane got his money, and wasn't caught, he didn't care.

That's all Shane was. A money rich man who had no sympathy towards others. Whatsoever. He simply didn't care.

As we stopped in front of the door, Shane grinned.

"I want you to have a good time. This wonderful man is paying lots of money just for you, my dear. Yes ma'am?"

I nodded, a fake smile coming to my lips. "Yes sir."

I watched as his tongue came out, slowly gliding across his lips. Immediately, a smirk came.

"Good."

Shane knocked on the door. Few seconds later, a man cracked the door, peeking at us. Then looked behind us.

Looking out for cops. Smart man.

This man, he looked like he had a family. A wife, kids, a good home, a stable job. What was he doing with me? Oh. Wait. Every nasty guy has some sort of fetish.

One word; disgusting.

"Come in." He muttered, his voice harsh and gruff.

Shane pushed me ahead as the guy opened the door wider.

"I'll be back in an hour. More time; more money. Got it?" Shane demanded.

The guy nodded, "Yes sir."

The man simply grabbed my hand and gently led me into the room. He motioned to the bed and I nodded quietly, obeying his orders.

Another smirked at me, "She's a pretty one."

I scoffed, "Shane's gonna have your hide. Two people, more money."

The first guy rolled his eyes, "What Shane doesn't know, won't hurt him."

"Undress now, sweetheart." The second guy demanded.

I held back a sigh. It was always the same with these guys.

~*~*~

Shane began banging on the door as I started to redress. These men were pigs. What they were doing was disgusting, but I was raised with it.

The first man, known as Mickey, answered the door. Shane was furious. He was fuming.

I gasped as Shane delivered a crisp punch to Mickey's nose.

"You're a filthy little pig!" Shane yelled, "Call the cops on me."

Shane then sicked him in the jaw. Mickey held his jaw as he groaned. Mickey, then delivered a punch to Shane's face.

The second man, known as Lucas, held me in his arms. I gulped as I felt the cool metal of a knife being held against my neck.

Lucas cackled, "Want your angel to live? Leave, and leave us alone."

Shane spit out some blood onto the carpet. I watched as his hand, discreetly, going to the back of his waistband. He swiftly pulled out the small revolver pistol, pointing it at the men.

Within seconds, Mickey and Lucas were both dead.

"Brooke, get over here!" Shane demanded quietly. "We gotta go!"

While shaking, I nodded. I stepped over the bodies, careful not to touch the blood. I ran to Shane's arms.

"I'm scared." I whimper.

"Don't say that." Shane spat, "You will be punished next time. Let's go before the cops get here."

I nodded rapidly. Shane took my hand and led me out of the nasty motel. Once across the parking lot, Shane helped me into the black chevy Silverado.

He ran to the other, starting the truck in an instant. Then pulled out of the parking lot as fast as could.

Down the street, I could faintly hear the sirens. Shane had slowed down to the speed limit, making seem like we were normal.

Everything would be okay. I knew it.

A/N

Short little chapter, but here it is. Long overdue, but this is just a side project. My Youth trilogy and 'Country & Christian' are my two main projects. I'm trying to update this as much as possible.

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-xxBabyxxGirlxx😘✌🏼️