Of Partnerships and Part Time Jobs (Open, Rated M)

Raicheal stood there still shaking until she her Atticus speak and grab her hand. Raicheal didn't put up any resistance as Atticus led her to the back room of the cafe even if she wish she still had a hand free to hold her skirt down. Once there, Raicheal put the clothing bundle down on one of the crates before she sat down on the crate beside it. She flattened her skirt and crossed her legs, trying to make the small amount of material appear longer that it was. With that she looked up at Atticus who was reassuring her that no one was watching her but then Atticus started to look away from her. Raicheal frowned; she looked down at her lap where her hands were folded. She looked at her now exposed forearms, at every bruise, burn and scar, remembering how each one got there and how much it hurt. Tears started to swell in her eyes as she looked at the injuries on her forearms, the voices of the men who caused them still echoing in her head. Tears began to run down her face and fall onto her arms as she broke the silence that filled the small room.

"I-I'm s-sorry you have to s-s-see me l-l-like th-this." She said through the tears.


"I-I-I-I-I c-c-can-can't i-i-imag-imagine how d-d-dis-disgus-disgusting I-I-I look r-r-right now. Th-They al-always sa-sa-said I w-w-w-w-was no-no-noth-nothing m-m-more tha-that d-d-disgusting l-l-li-little p-p-pig wh-wh-who d-d-d-de-desrev-deserved t-t-to b-b-b-be p-pun-punished." With that Raicheal broke into a light sob as she clutched her scarred forearm.

"I can-can't give you any names...I never knew any of their names and I guess I never will. They're all dead now or at least that is what Miss. Exagora told me when I was rescued." She said in a somber tone while still leaning on Atticus's shoulder. Raicheal then leaned up off of Atticus and proceeded to stare across the room while grabbing her left arm for comfort. She glanced sadly over at Atticus and bit her lip a little. She didn't really want anyone to know about the things she had done in the past, in fact if it hadn't been for the mystery man’s threats she would have never told Chicory. However, she did feel better after she told Chicory and from what she have seen so far, Atticus cared about how she felt. She bit her lip a little harder as silence refilled the room. Raicheal liked Atticus. She was nice and kind and cared about her. She would make a great friend and a better partner, which was something that Raicheal believed but she wasn't sure if she was good enough for her. After all, she was nothing more than a disgusting plaything that was to be discarded after use. A waste of space that was always messing up and causing issues for other people as well as her friends. She frowned as she thought about all the trouble she caused Atticus and Miss. Exagora today as well as herself. Raicheal looked down at her scarred arms and sighed, Atticus had already asked her how she got them and if she was going to become her partner it would be best to tell her everything. Afterwards, Atticus could make the decision for herself and if she truly saw Raicheal for how disgusting she was...Raicheal wouldn't be too sad about leaving.

"Atticus..." Raicheal finally said with a timid tone to her voice. "You wanted to know w-who told me th-those th-th-things and h-how i g-g-got the-these sca-scars...well..." Raicheal bit her lip a little more and wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to comfort herself. If she could, she would be hugging her legs to her chest by now but the current length of her skirt prevented her from doing so.

"F-F-Five ye-years ag-ago I-I-I was s-s-sold to a ga-gang and br-bran-branded as th-their pro-prope-property." Raicheal said with a painful strain in her voice as memories flooded back to her.

"I w-w-w-was th-theirs to u-u-u-us-use." She continued, her voice heavy with discomfort and her arms wrapping tighter around her.

"Th-Thei-Their u-u-used my b-b-body ho--howe-however th-their w-w-w-wa-wan-want-wanted. Th-Thei-Their so-sold m-m-m-m-me to m-me-me-men fo-fo-for p-p-plea-pleasu-pleasure. Th-Thei-Their ha-haa-have m-m-m-me d-d-d-d-d-d-do th-th-thin-things in-infor-front a cam-camera f-f-f-f-for th-th-them t-t-t-t-to s-s-s-se-se-se-sell. I w-w-w-w-was no-no-no-nothing mo-more th-than on-on-one of thi-thier li-li-little sl-sluty l-l-la-lacks. I-I-I w-was dis-disgusting and I-I-I st-still a-am n-n-n-now. N-N-No ma-ma-matter h-h-h-how mu-much I-I-I-I wa-want to ch-change I wi-will st-still be dis-dis-disgusting. I-I-I-I-I-I-I j-j-j-j-j-j-ju-ju-just t-t-t-t-t-tho-thou-thought y-y-y-y-yo-yo-yo-you s-s-s-s-s-sho-sho-should k-k-k-k-kn-kn-know b-b-b-b-b-be-be-befor-before y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-d-d-de-de-de-de-de-decid-decided t-t-t-t-to b-b-b-be m-m-my M-M-M-M-Mei-Meist-Meister." Tears were streaming from her eyes at this point and her arms hugged her as tight as they could as she finished speaking and slowly started sobbing again.