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In the meantime, Dale was busy bossing everyone around. Usually, bossing people around was Agnes’ job, and she was quite good at it. The members of the community, literally, shitted their pants, when something didn’t go according to plan, because they were all afraid Agnes would take her anger out on them. Which she did.
Dale wasn’t that bad. He was just really nervous, and who could blame him? Everything had to be perfect, nothing could go wrong.
“Looks like you could use a hand”
Dale turned around and frowned annoyed. “What are you still doing here?” he hissed, glancing at his watch. “I told you to get your things and get out”
“Relax” Agnes replied, raising her hands. “I didn’t come to ruin your big moment…I came to say goodbye”
Dale shook his head. “I don’t have time for this” he sighed, and started walking away, when Agnes called him back.
“Oh no, you’re not getting rid of me that easy” she said fierce, her footsteps echoing in the council room. “You owe me, Dale. After everything I have done for you, you owe me a proper goodbye”
Dale turned around and bent his head. “I don’t want you to go” he said, furrowing his eyebrows frustrated. “But I had to make a choice, and I chose Deb”
Agnes tilted her head, and smiled faintly. “Well, you know how I feel about Deb. You could do so much better”
“Goodbye, Agnes” Dale said, determined.
“Goodbye, Dale” Agnes replied, and she added: “When you realize what kind of person you’re getting yourself involved with, and you don’t like what you get,…come find me”
An hour later, Agnes finally had the chance to talk to Deb. Even though they were in a room full of people, they still had some kind of privacy, in the corner of the room.
“What happened to Simon?” Deb asked, accusatory. “Did you do that to him?”
“Oh, no, I didn’t do anything. The mere fact that you exist, is what did that to him” Agnes snapped mockingly.
“How’s Beth? Is she angry with me? Does Dale leave her alone?” Deb asked worriedly, and desperately.
“Well, now that you mention it,”, Agnes started, while her hands disappeared in her pocket. “I have a letter for you”...
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Ashamed and embarrassed Claire knocked on the hospital room door. Debra’s eyes turned to the door.
“I can tell them to leave” Mike suggested. He already stood, when the door opened and Claire entered the room. She held a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
“Is this a bad timing?” Claire asked careful when Deb rest her head on the pillow and closed her eyes.
“Actually, Claire, it is” Mike said a little reproaching. “Deb needs to rest. She’s in a lot of pain and she…”
“Mike” Deb muttered hoarse. “It’s alright. She can stay here”
She could tell Mike didn’t approve,...
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A woman, carrying a small tub with water, entered a cage, big enough to store a dozen people. She walked to the center of it, where Deb was hanging, her hands tied above her head. She was still unconscious, but just to be sure she wouldn’t wake up too soon, the woman injected her with something.
“Can’t believe I’m the one who has to do this” the woman muttered, irritated, while she started stripping off Deb’s clothes. She, then, bowed and put her hands in the ice cold water, and took out a washing cloth.
She washed Debra, rubbing hard on the skin, causing the Caucasian to turn into...
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Deb sat on one of the two hospital beds, in the hospital wing of the school. The nurse was flashing a light in her eyes, to see if there were any signs of a concussion.
“Can you tell me your name?” she asked.
“Debra Parker” Deb replied.
“Who’s the president of the United States?” the nurse asked.
“George Bush” Deb answered correctly, and the nurse smiled, satisfied.
“You have some head, girl” she said. “I’m going to give you something for the headache. It might make you a little sleepy, but that’s okay. I don’t think you should be following any lessons anyway. Stay...
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During the two hours before lunch break Lana tried to convince Deb about Richard’s good intentions.
“His mother is keeping him on a short leash. He’s a bit rebellious. He likes to stir things up a bit, but he’s always sorry afterwards” she said, on the way to the cafeteria.
“If he’s always sorry, he might want to try changing his ways” Holly interfered. She looked sharply at Deb. “You don’t have to go through with this, Debra. I can save a seat for you at my table”
“Oh, why don’t you go knit a hat and pull it over your head, so no one will have to look at your ass-looking...
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When Deb opened the door she bumped into someone. She looked up and saw an older girl staring at her.
“Watch out where you going, dear” she said, but she didn’t sound mad. She looked behind Deb, and then back at her. “What were you doing in the basement? Students are allowed to go there”
Deb looked over her shoulder. Why hadn’t Richard come upstairs yet? She hadn’t kicked him that hard, had she?
“Richard…” she started, but the girl cut her off with a wave of her hand.
“Say no more” the girl said. “I know enough. Principal Mortimer asked me to look after you. She thought...
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Fifteen minutes later the door of the principal’s office opened again and Debra walked outside, the principal right behind her.
The principal, a tall woman in her mid-forties, looked surprised at Richard, who hadn’t seemed to leave his spot the entire time.
“Richard, what are you doing here? The classes have already begun” she said reproaching.
Richard nodded at Debra. “I promised Mrs. Morgan I would look after her. I’m just keeping my word”
The principal grimaced. “Nice way to dodge classes, but alright. She needs books and stuff. You make sure she has everything she needs” It...
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The next morning someone knocked softly on the door of the storage room. Deb slowly opened her eyes and sat up.
“Come in” she said sleepy.
The door opened and a girl entered the room.
“Mom says you have to get up” she said sweet. She was blond, too, but hers was a darker, a warmer shade.
Debra nodded and got out of bed. She turned to the bed and made it up. That was one of the house rules.
She walked to the door where the girl took her hand. She was a little surprised with the gesture, but smiled gratefully.
“My name is Lana” the girl introduced herself. “You’re Debra, right?...
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Deb sadly watched Mike drive away in her car. She knew she had hurt him terribly with her suspicion and she wished she had the courage to confide in him, but she simply knew he wouldn’t understand.
“Are you coming?” Beth asked with a voice sweet as honey. Deb slowly turned around and nodded. She followed her sister inside and the latter closed the door.
Deb looked around indifferent. “Are you sure there’s room for two?” she asked careless.
“Yeah, sure” Beth assured Deb. “You can sleep in the bed, and I’ll sleep on the couch”
“I’m not sleeping in your bed” Deb protested....
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Agnes stood in front of Wayne and Abigail’s house, her hand pressed against her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I can’t believe this is happening” she sobbed, while shaking her head as if denying it would change anything.
“We’ll find her” a female cop assured her. “So, you say you found him like this?”
Agnes nodded. “The hospital told me these people took my cousin with them. So, I went here to ask them to give her back to me, so I could bring her back to her family, where she belongs”
She paused to blow her nose with the handkerchief the cop had offered her....
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“What have you done?” Abigail shrieked as she stormed inside the room. Debra didn’t bother turning around; she just gazed at Abigail’s reflection.
Abigail touched Deb’s head and when she withdrew them, hair and blood stuck on her fingers, she stared at the them in horror. Shocked she grabbed for the hairbrush, determined to fix Deb’s hair. But truth was there was no fixing it.
Defeated Abigail shook her head. “Clean up your mess” she ordered sad. “Don’t come downstairs. I’ll bring you your food”
As if in slow motion Deb stood up and bent through her knees to pick up her...
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One week later.
Dale was sitting at the table in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did you have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made you some tea” she said careful and she put the platter down. Not waiting for his reaction or even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...
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Simon had no sense of time, but if he could trust his stomach it was long past lunch time. It had been painfully rattling for the last couple of hours, but he knew that if he’d complain Agnes would return and not to feed him.
He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. He probably wasn’t the only one, he imagined. Now that Debra was gone someone had to fulfill Dale’s sexual needs.
Poor Beth, Simon thought, she must feel so abandoned and betrayed.
Though he didn’t hear the door open, he did see how a dim light spread itself throughout the basement....
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“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her heart pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On second thought,” he said as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the recent events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would...
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In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, next to a food container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and fish something out. Most of it had already passed the expiration date, but Debra didn’t care. Food was food and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....
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Hours later Debra was back in her room. Her little sister Beth was fast asleep in the double bed, but Debra was wide awake.
During dinner Dale had been staring at her. She had felt his eyes prying on her. The thought of what he was going to do to her on the night of her birthday, made her sick.
She looked over her shoulder at her sleeping sister. She didn’t want to leave her here, knowing the kind of man that lived here. But she had no choice. Beth wouldn’t want to leave her parents. She wouldn’t understand.
Debra leaned towards Beth and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she stood...
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“Damn it, Deb, pick up” Mike said agitated.
Debra’s phone was lying on the washing table, buzzing, but the streaming water in the shower drowned the sound. Debra wasn’t planning on getting ready any time soon. She swore she could still feel the earth on her skin.
“She’s not picking up” Mike said nervous. “I’m going to go there”
“To do what?” Ryan protested. “Emma and Joe are shot. They need medical attention. They know they won’t get that from Parker”
Debra stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her hair. A second one she wrapped around her body....
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