Disaster - Chapter Five

Peter wanted me to meet him at Finches, which was an expensive restaurant two blocks from the orphanage. "I'll meet you there once, I'm done with my errands, okay?"

I nodded my head and shut our door. Peter was acting strange lately and I figured it was because of the fact he had feelings for me. He made it pretty obvious last week.

I was waiting outside and then I saw Peter. I waved and smiled at him as he did the same back. Everything was a blur after that, all I could remember was being in an alley with a man. He had black hair, a beard, a baggy white shirt, and jeans. He began to touch me and I screamed. He ripped a piece of tape and stuck in on my mouth. I started to cry and try to scream. He laughed and then everything else was a blur. He was like one of those villains in those movies I used to be afraid of a child...

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I woke up in my own bed. I looked around the room as I got up but saw no one. Then, a hand touched my back.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled hiding my face in the pillow, crying. "Please!"
"Farrah! It's okay."
"What happened to me, Peter?"

He just looked at me, sympathetically. I knew what he was going to say and I started crying on Peter's shoulder. "You're one of the strongest girls I've met." He said stroking my hair. "I've never met anyone like you. You're - just go to sleep."

I laid down as Peter was still stroking my hair. I knew that soon, I'd probably watch as my stomach grew, and I'd be a single mother.

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"How am I going to raise this baby, Peter?"
"You may not have one -"

"I will. I know it -" I said holding back tears. "Who is going to help me raise the baby?"
"The girls and I will." He said rubbing my shoulder. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you before. I should've just brought you with me or did it later."

I nodded and started to feel sick. I ran out of my room into the bathroom and started to throw up.

I felt a hand rubbing my back and saw who it was before I began to throw up again. It was Brittany, who was clearly upset since I wasn't feeling well.

After I finished, Brittany walked me to my bed. She kissed my forehead and went to her bed. We both smiled at each other before I closed my eyes.

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A new girl had come into the orphanage. She wasn't anything you'd expect to be 'normal'. She had cuts on her arms, face, and was depressed since the moment she stepped into the orphanage.

The girls made her smile a little bit but she became depressed again. She acted strange when she was around Peter, though. She wouldn't look at him, talk to him, or anything else.

I heard a cry and saw the girl was sitting up with her hands on her face.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh" she said. "Um... I thought you were asleep."
"Why are you crying?" I said sitting next to her.
She started wiping her tears away "It's - nothing."
"It's something. Ever since you came here, you've been upset. You won't even look at Peter.

She took a breath. "I'm going to tell you this because you're the only person I can talk to right now. Well, six years ago, I was ten years old. My family was poor and made a decision to sell my body." She started crying again. "They sold me to sex trafficking. That's basically, in simple words, I had to do whatever men asked me to do. Most of the time, they abused me and they wanted -"

"I know." I said starting to tear up as well.
"So, I got raped everyday. It made me feel like I wasn't worth anything. I got away by running. Clearly, I got beat up. I can't look at men anymore. That's why I don't look at Peter."
"Yes, you can." I said putting my hand on the side of her face. "Not all men are going to want you just for that. There's someone out there that is going to be that person to prove what you think about men is wrong."

She nodded. "So how's Peter like?"
"He's really sweet." I said remembering the rape. "Determined."
"He's cute," she said looking over at him, sleeping. "I mean, I don't like him that way."
"Yeah," I said looking at him too.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Thanks for talking to me and keeping me company."
"Anytime." I said. We both smiled and went to our beds. "I never got your name."
"Anna, and what's yours?"

"Farrah." We both smiled and that was that. I put myself in Anna's shoes before I fell asleep. Getting raped everyday, being almost a slave, being abused, and the ones I love selling my body. I had cry, it was too much to imagine.