Sold to the trade* (Watty awards 2012)

NOT EDITED.

Chapter 6

When I was little and someone in the house told me that they had my back I believed them, and most of the time they did….other times they just wanted me to make money for them.

That’s why I grew up believing trust nobody, I didn’t.

I really didn’t, I don’t even trust myself. The only person that can kill you emotionally is you. You have to allow yourself to be broken, you can’t just break.

I thought id broken apart years ago when I realised what had happened to me, but I wasn’t…I'm not.

I don’t believe in much however the one thing I believe in is secrets.

Secrets…everybody has them. Most people….smart people keep the big ones to themselves hence nobody but my family knowing about my childhood.

Ill take this one secret to my grave.

So as I watched the Cayden and Lexie promising to not keep any secrets I wanted to laugh.

They’ll always have secrets.

No matter what.

The priest told them to kiss and I dropped my eyes to the floor closing my eyes praying the memories don’t come back to me.

When I was younger I dreamed this, I dreamed of getting married. Having little pups who would call me mum, now I hated even looking at children, If my own mother couldn’t keep them safe what would I do?

Id be nothing, I am nothing.

I hate children.

I hate anybody touching me, and if I ever had a kid (which is something that will never happen) they would want to hug me, touch me.

The audience began clapping and people stood up, I stood up I felt eyes on me-I ignored them.

I sighed running a hand through my hair, once everybody left. I didn’t want to eat so I went back to the house.

“Marriage is for idiots, right sweetheart?” he asked his beard rubbing against my cheek.

I gulped I'm a princess, I'm a princess, ill marry a prince.

His hand gripped my thigh like a vice “Right my dear little Sky? You ever run from me, ill make sure too find you.” He growled “you’ll never get married.”

“Yes.” I said trying to pull his hand away from my leg.

He grinned up at me, his yellow teeth making me shudder.

He dropped his head into my neck and inhaled “beautiful, we do need to give you a shower though…” he said maliciously.

I began to sob “Please no, I don’t want a shower.” I said.

“Oh no, you will…my clients don’t like there girls dirty” he said standing up and flinging over my shoulder.

He ran his hand up my leg and his fingers slipped inside me I cried out in pain.

I dropped on top of my bed clutching my stomach I felt like I was going to puke.

I ran into the bathroom and dropped on my knees in front of the toilet bowl and puked the little bit of food I had consumed yesterday.

“Skylar?” Xavier’s voice echoed through the bathroom.

I clutched my stomach the puke not stopping. Once I was done I dropped on my back clutching my stomach feeling the pain deep down to my legs.

Antonio was going to come for me.

I couldn’t marry anybody.

“Skylar?!” Xavier’s panicked voice said now closer to me he dropped to his knees in front of me he wrapped his arm around my waist.

I felt bile rise in my throat “DON’T TOUCH ME!” I screamed sitting up and scrambling away from him “go away” I sneered.

He gulped staring at my face in shock.

“GET OUT! GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed dropping my head into my hands I sobbed.

I heard him leave and I sobbed harder.

Detective David P.O.V

“So what’s the criteria on this case?” I wondered, flipping open the folder while pushing my coffee cup away from me.

“Remember that little girl you found?” Kyle asked taking off his suite jacket and hanging it at the back of my chair.

“Ah yeah! Skylar” I said remembering when I was just a twenty one and I helped the little girl.

“Skylar, her parents sent a claim to the court…wanting contact with her” Kyle clarified.

My jaw dropped “Huh?” I said “they declined it, right?” I said pushing away from my desk.

Kyle seemed uncomfortable “No…” he said warily “they said, that you should go and tell her the news and she can’t decline it,”