Chapter 2

"No. My father wouldn't do anything like that." I shook my head in protest.

"Allie dear, just listen." My mother said still not looking up from the stack of papers.

"Your father was a good man. I knew him well." Sam said as his eyes darkened so much a crow would be envious.

"He never mentioned you." I said coldly.

"Yeah, well that's 'cause we had a falling out a few years ago, and we haven't spoken since. I never heard anything from or about him until his death a year ago." Sam's face fell as if he was re-living the moment.

"What was the falling out? Did he find out that my mother sold me?"  Not really caring what type of falling out he had with my father.

"That was part of it." 

"Allie, There are some things you're not to know yet." My mother finally looked up at me from the stack of papers she was holding. 

"Allie, when you turn sixteen you will be working with my brother. He runs his own business, you will be working among seventy workers, or close to that. You will be driving the truck delivering the shipment." He started to say more but my mother cut him off.

"That's all Sam. I think you need to leave now." Sam nodded and stood up.

"I shall see you in a couple weeks Allie. Until then, good-bye." He gave me a sly smile looked at my mother and left without another word.

Sitting there like a statue, trying to process everything that had happened in the past hour; but couldn't. My own mother had sold me. Sold her very own daughter, why? My mother was still flipping through the papers.

"Is there anything you would like to talk about Allie?" She smiled as if she was joking. I could feel the rage building up the longer she smiled. I let my head fall down, my dark hair falling, covering my face.

"You sold me and you ask me if there's anything I would like to talk about. What the hell is wrong with you?"

She chuckled. She picked up a glass and poured her a drink and slammed it down. Her brown eyes darkened to almost a black as she began to spoke.

"Allie you don't understand. I had to do unthinkable things to get what I want." 

"What did you want?" I stared at her waiting for her response as she poured herself another drink.

"Everything. I want everything.  If I want something I want it all." She smiled as she finished off her drink. 

Sitting there in disbelief as I brushed the hair out of my face. Every memory of me and my mother played through my head and slowly disappeared as the hatred and disgust of the very thought of her took their place. The whole house seemed to darken as she began shuffling through all the papers, ignoring all attempts I made to get her attention back.

"Well, Since it seems I have no way out of this, I'm going to bed." Letting out a sigh and slapping my hands on the table and leaving the room.

Letting the tears run down my face and slamming my bedroom door shut. I sunk down to the floor letting my mind shatter once again, as it did when dad died. Screaming and ripping at my hair that was in a neat bun. I worked so hard to put my life back together, my mind, and soul together. Was it all for nothing? 

Looking around in my room. The only place I felt safe to be free. The water color paintings of tigers always brightened the room up. I could see my reflection in the body mirror. My hair was a mess, random hairs astray, my eyes rimmed in red making my blue eyes scream out. I looked the way I felt. Broken. Searching for my iPod, finding it under my polka dotted pillow, which is my favorite. Falling into bed and putting the headphones in falling asleep.

That's that. What? You expected more? More of what? Me breaking down, or thinking of an elaborate plan to change my fate? Sorry. If it's one thing I learned from spending all that time in that wretched facility is acceptance. Accept what you can not change. Fate is unchangeable. 

Author's Note

As usual, All Critique is welcome! :)

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[Cagan]

As much as I like the fate idea--it's refreshing to have a character that isn't always challenging everything--I feel you need a somewhat better reason to have her be so accepting. After all, all she has to do is go to the police here. Why is she so willing? Is it to protect her mother from the vengeance of these men, because even though she's evil, she still loves her? The other option is to have her become suspicions of her mom meeting with these men--you can even have her interact with them--but she doesn't know why they are here, not exactly. It seems odd that sam especially would be so eager to tell allie his plans for her, it seems more likely that a man who is buying children would be more discreet. Then, when the final transaction occurs, you can have your moment of surprise and betrayal and revelation without the akward acceptance. In general, sams character is very odd, he is much too friendly for a 'bad guy'. Even if later in the story he is/becomes a good guy, it is more plausible to the reader for him to be described as a bad guy, at least in the beginning. This way you can do a character arc for him