Carter visited me in the hospital often, and obviously my family was alerted that I was found. They were by my bedside every day, my mother crying, my father quiet and brooding. I had to tell the police that I'd killed Damen, but since it was in self-defense I don't have to go to jail. The look on his face still haunts me, but when Carter comes to visit me it is much better.
I think his demons still haunt him too, but when he comes and sees me, he lights up like the fourth of July, and we talk for hours. He makes me feel better, almost makes me forget that anything ever happened. I could never actually forget, though. The time i spent there will forever be burned into my memory, and haunt my dreams. There is no escape from from the memories in my head.
I am told that most of the girls that were brought out with me are ok now, and living back with their families. I know they mean physically okay. None of us will ever be okay mentally. The men that took us, and the ones that hurt us, are doing time in prison. Some of the girls have court trying to identify some of the men that did "business" there with them, and they too may soon have their own cell in prison. We all stay in touch, sometimes we talk about that place, but mostly we don't.
I went back and finished my last half of a year in high school, and now Carter and I are living happily together, content with our slow family lives and small town set up.
Sometimes I still have nightmares about that place, but he pulls me close whenever I start screaming or crying or shaking, and I wake up and see him holding me in his arms, and somehow, it's all just ok.
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Behind Closed Doors
General Fiction*COMPLETE* This is mature reading. There are a couple of rape scenes. If you cannot handle reading something like this, please dont. Feel free to leave me comments/suggestions as you see fit. I would love to hear your ideas. This is a fictional st...
