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“See you in your dreams, Mercy.”

Chapter 5

Mercy

Iftiredwasyesterday,what did that make her today?

She felt as if she was a walking zombie. All night she had laid in bed, excited and nervous to get to sleep, excited to see Garrett, but sleep never came.

Chuck had been louder than normal in his tent, his party rowdier than it had ever been. At one point, she had even thought about walking over there and telling him to shut up. She knew better, so she had stayed in bed and tried to block it out.

“What’s your issue?” Stacey asked from next to her as they finished eating their breakfast and got up, heading back to the trailers.

“Just tired,” she muttered.

“Did you go to Chuck’s after party last night?”

Why would she have gone?

She frowned, but didn’t say anything. Stacey knew her stance on Chuck. Even if she wasn’t sure she liked the girl, she was sympathetic to her reasons for being here.

“You were the only one not there, you know.” She stopped in her steps and looked at Stacey in horror.

“You went?”

“Of course!” Stacey rolled her eyes and she saw a flash of disgust that she hadn’t seen before. “It means more money, right?”

Where was the sweet girl that had been scared? The one that she had worked so hard to protect.

“God, you’re such a prude.”

Chuck came walking right up at that moment and must have heard Stacey’s words, because he smirked and smacked Stacey on the ass before grunting at her to follow him.

Stacey sneered at her one last time before walking off, and she turned to follow Chuck.

She had never let herself think about running because if Chuck was focused on her, then he would leave the other girls alone.

Girls like Stacey.

But what was the point if they were willingly going to go with him.

A man bumped into her, and she jerked.

A hazy image of him working in an office as he stood over a stack of papers, a shiny badge on his belt, flashed before her.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, giving her a look.

“Sorry about that,” she muttered back and continued to follow Chuck.

Maybe she should just give in, she thought, but her heart ached just thinking about it. She didn’t want to be the type of person that lied and stole from people to get her way in life.

She wanted her life to mean something more.

Maybe she should find a way to leave, then.

It wouldn’t be easy, but Chuck had come to count on her never running, so she was sure she could slip through somewhere.

Maybe a shelter could help her?

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