FORTY TWO – JUST A WHORE

MIRA

The doctor finally gives the all clear, Mason signs a few papers and I'm ushered into a Porsche that looks like it just left the show room seconds ago.

I lean against the buttery leather seats and close my eyes, trying to gather my thoughts as I await Mason's arrival.

I clench my fingers to quel their trembling. I might act all strong whenever Mason is in the room, but deep down, I'm scared shitless.

The kidnap scarred me, more than I am ready to even think about. Most importantly, it dwindled my almost non existent trust for others to big zero.

Mason only says we're going to Hawaii. I have no idea where, or if I would have access to a phone in case of an emergency. I am putting my life in the hands of a man who still thinks I am nothing but a ten dollar whore.

If I survive this, it will be one of the greatest miracles of all times.

After waiting for what feels like an eternity and Mason still hasn't showed up, I begin to doze. Curse these pain relievers to hell.

I shoot awake