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I Left with the Traffickers Chapter 10
I lost count of how many nights I crept into her bedroom, staring at her furrowed brow in her sleep, weeping in silence.I’d touch the red welts on her face, marks I had left and my heart would bleed.She was innocent. She knew nothing.But when the sun rose and she timidly called me Mommy, the hatred swallowed me whole again. I reverted back to the monster.I hated her, but more than that, I feared her.I was terrified David would find out the truth and destroy the happy home I had built.So I treated her worse. I built a wall of cold violence between us to keep her at bay.---The day she vanished, we only intended to take Leo to the amusement park.I remember her standing by the front door in her faded dress, eyes brimming with longing."Mommy, can I come too?"Her gaze stabbed my conscience. I brought her along.When she vanished, I convinced myself she was throwing a tantrum to get back at us.I said to David, "Ignore her. She'll crawl back when she gets hungry."I
I Left with the Traffickers Chapter 9
Mary’s POV My daughter, Dora, was dead.When I pulled back that icy sheet in the morgue, flashes of her past flooded my mind.Her clumsy first steps, her tiny voice babbling, "Mommy, Mommy."Now she lay frozen on a steel slab.She would never call me Mommy again.Everyone believed Dora and Leo were twins.Even Dora died believing the lie I fed her, that she stole her brother's nutrients in my womb, and that was why I hated her.It was all a lie.A cruel story I made up to fool a little girl and deceive myself.The truth was, Dora was a year older than Leo.And she wasn't my husband's child.---Shortly after I married David, my life turned into a nightmare.It was a rainy night. Walking home from overtime, I was dragged into a pitch-black alley. The pouring rain drowned out my screams.Afterward, I was too terrified to go to the police.I was terrified of the shame, terrified of my life being ruined, and terrified that David would abandon me.So I buried the secre
I Left with the Traffickers Chapter 8
Inside the bag was a small toy car, red paint chipped away from age.My mother stared at it, her pupils shrinking in terror.A memory hit her.Years ago, on our shared birthday, Leo had received an expensive remote-controlled car.I got nothing.I stared at Leo's shiny new toy for a long time.Seeing me look, my mother picked up a discarded, broken toy car from Leo’s old chest and threw it at me."Take it," she snapped. "Stop drooling over your brother's stuff."She didn't remember the expression on my face that day.It was the only "gift" she had ever given me. A piece of trash Leo no longer wanted.Yet I treasured it like gold, holding it in my hand every single night to sleep.My parents had freely showered Leo with all their love, while saving every drop of cold indifference and harsh punishment for me.My mother pressed the toy car to her chest and collapsed, passing out cold on the floor.My father sank to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.But it was
I Left with the Traffickers Chapter 7
He blamed me, the sick brat for everything. I had injured his leg and turned them all into hunted fugitives.He wasn't going to let me off easy.The ringleader was shoving wads of cash into a duffel bag, not even bothering to look up. "Finish it."The guard grinned, walking toward the storm cellar in the yard.He hauled open the heavy doors.In the dim light filtering down, he saw me lying on the dirt floor, my chest barely rising and falling."Time to die, brat."He raised a long blade and drove it down hard.A flash of steel.I closed my eyes and never opened them again.---By the time the SWAT team breached the compound, the shed was empty, littered with trash.The ringleader and his main crew were cut off and tackled in the woods by a second team.Ignoring the officers' warnings, Clara was the first to charge into the compound.The shed was completely bare.She ran through the yard like mad, screaming my name over and over."Dora! Dora, where are you?!"A seas
I Left with the Traffickers Chapter 6
The rage faded from my parents' faces instantly.They froze on the spot. The color drained from their skin, leaving them deathly pale.---Down in the storm cellar, it was freezing and damp.I lay on the cold ground. The deep wounds across my back were inflamed and infected, giving off a foul smell.Delirious with pain and high fever, I started hallucinating. I thought I saw Clara.I pictured her breaking through the dark, leading the police right to me.Bright flashlight beams flooded the cellar, illuminating her frantic face.Clara stood in the light, reaching her hand out to me."Dora, I brought help! I came back for you!"Behind the officers stood my mother and father.They had come too.The annoyance was gone from my mother’s eyes. The coldness had vanished from my father’s face. Their eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears.My mother was holding a sleek, white box.I recognized the logo. It was a strawberry tart from the high-end bakery in town.Leo go
I Left with the Traffickers Chapter 5
It was the brute of a guard.I froze. Halfway through the gap, Clara hung suspended in midair, trapped."You little bastards! Trying to run?!"My mind went completely blank. Only one thought remainedHe can't catch Clara.Instead of climbing out, I spun around, leaped off the stool, and lunged straight at the man.I threw my arms around his leg and bit down with everything I had.My teeth sank deep into his flesh. A metallic burst of blood filled my mouth.The guard shrieked in pain, stomping his foot to shake me off.I locked my jaws tighter, refusing to let go."Dora!"Clara’s frantic, tear-soaked voice echoed from the window. She was trying to climb back inside to help me."Don't come back!" Blood dripped from my lips as I screamed toward the ledge with every breath in my body. "Run! Get the police! Don't look back!"Clara had a real life waiting for her. Her parents loved her. They were searching for her.Unlike me, nobody was waiting for my return.She had t
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