Bought and Sold (Part 3 of 3) by Stephens Megan

Author:Stephens, Megan [Stephens, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2015-01-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The car stopped at the main entrance to a dilapidated-looking brick building. When the two police officers took me inside, I sat in an office, still handcuffed, while a man asked me lots of questions. Had I ever tried to do this sort of thing before? Where did I come from? Did I have family in Greece? What job did I do?

‘I’m a prostitute,’ I told him. This time, I wasn’t sure if the loud, manic laugh really did come from me, although when I looked closely at the man and the nurse who was standing beside him, they didn’t seem to be laughing at all. ‘I’m only joking,’ I said. ‘I’m a waitress really. I’ve been missing my family and friends. I suppose everything just got on top of me.’ I think I told him that I couldn’t cope anymore and that all I wanted to do was die. Mostly, though, I doubt whether my answers to his questions made much sense, and some of them were totally untrue.

Eventually, the man stood up, nodded at the nurse and said, ‘Right, well, first of all we need to have a look at those cuts and get them cleaned up.’

The nurse took me into another room, where she dabbed brown liquid on the broken skin of my arms, legs, face, neck, chest and breasts, and then re-bandaged the worst of it.

‘Great. Okay,’ I said when she had finished. ‘Well, I’m all right to go now then, am I?’ When she didn’t answer, I turned to the two policemen. But they didn’t say anything either. They just looked at the nurse, one of them wished me good luck, and then they walked out of the room.

My cockiness – which was part alcohol induced, part faked bravado, part mental breakdown – evaporated instantly and I shouted, ‘Hey! Wait! Where are you going? What’s going on?’ I was about to follow the policemen when two men in white coats appeared in the doorway and stuck a needle in my arm.

I think I kept on screaming and shouting for another few seconds, although it might just have been in my head. Then all the muscles in my body seemed to relax. I tried to concentrate on sending a message from my brain to my legs, but nothing happened; so I glanced down quickly to make sure they were still there, and then laughed, in embarrassment this time.

Someone helped me on to a bed. Perhaps it was the same person who tied my arms to its railings with thick bands of leather. I couldn’t see anyone clearly by that time, because my head was full of swirling white fog and my eyes wouldn’t focus.

I remember lying on my back looking up at the lights in the ceiling and wondering why they were moving. And then I was in a room, still lying on the bed, and there was another girl sitting on another bed with her arms clasped around her knees, rocking slowly backwards and forwards.

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