on my own out here. Sisters can’t even have each other’s backs on the street, because of how drugged we are. If we’re ever going to be rescued, it’s going to have to be me who does the call for help.
Gritting my teeth a little, I approach the car. It’s a sedan. I can’t see the color in the dark. The windows aren’t tinted but I feel a shot of apprehension at the descent of the passenger window. I squint into the car and see the outline of just one guy in the drivers’ seat.
“Hey baby. How you doing?” My voice sounds croaky and anxious, but I force it out. I’m not going to last long if Neon’s guy sees me lose another client.
“Carrie. Honey, it’s me.”
I’m startled by the sound of a familiar voice. It’s Blake. The guy trying to pick me up is Blake! I instinctively step back. I want to run away.
“Get away from me, Blake.” I sound shaky, but after everything I’ve realized about him, there’s no way I’m getting in the car.
“Carrie, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay now. I’m here to help you.”
The rain starts coming down harder. I wrap my arms around myself and stare through the night at him.
“Just go away, Blake. You can’t be trusted.” I’m crying again as I say it.
The pain is so fresh, everything he has said and done starts coming back to me. I want to lash out, and at the same time I want to run to him. The times we walked together in the park, the way he laughs, the way he treats George, all of it comes back in a split second of memory.
“Get on with it.” I hear the harsh instruction of the security guy behind me. I look back and forth between him and Blake, trying to make my decision.
“Carrie, you need to trust me. I promise, honey. I’ll take you away from this. Just get in the car now,” he orders.
I stand in front of him, in the harsh light of the street and the rain, facing a decision that could mean the end of my torture or the beginning of a lifetime of pain. My head is thumping. I’m dizzy and weak. Something in my heart tells me what to do. I’m shaking with fear but the decision to trust him drowns out the hesitation. I reach down for the handle, open the door and slide into his car.
Chapter Nine
Blake
I can’t believe it took such a short time to turn a person like Carrie into a prostitute. I’m still baffled that she walked up to the car and tried to solicit sex. The only explanation is she’s being forced. It has to be. She must still feel I’m in with Neon too. It seems like she thought I was here…as a john?
My head is a mess of emotion. I want to cry and laugh and scream. This is all my fault. I didn’t protect her when it mattered. I was supposed to look after her, and I failed. The pain she’s in is obvious. Her voice is hoarse, I can tell she’s been crying and all I want to do is hold her.
As she stares at me, I realize she’s completely stoned. Her eyes are hooded, her face is drawn, and the marks on her arms are undeniable. Now that she’s in the car, she’s crying again. I’ve caused this woman so much pain. Everything inside me wants to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, but I’m sure she’ll bolt if I do.
She lifts her head up for a moment and turns to look at me. I breathe a huge sigh of relief. I reach for her the moment the door closes, but she shrinks away from my touch. She is tense, arms still folded to protect her body. She’s shaking as if she’s bracing herself.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Carrie. It’s okay. I’ve come for you. I’ve never stopped looking for you.”
She still doesn’t say a word. I put the car in park for a minute. If someone is watching, it’ll look like she’s negotiating her price before getting down to business. I see another girl standing about twenty feet away. I bet it’s April Lee, but I won’t be able to tell until I take my time and look closely at her face. I won’t screw up twice and leave her behind again.