and Uncle Garrett get out of the car. Uncle Garrett immediately goes to kneel at her side. “Angel? Did you get hurt?”
I expect Amy to snap out of her weird trance but she doesn’t and that’s when my worry explodes hot in my chest.
“She’s been like that since I pulled her off of that crazy bitch,” I start to explain. Dad comes to put his hand on my shoulder and the light squeeze almost makes me cry. I’m so glad they’re here! “We managed to get the gun away from her and then Amy just started to beat the living shit out of her. I had to pull her off or she would’ve killed her. I cleaned her a little and then she just collapsed. We should get her to a hospital!”
Uncle Garrett shakes his head. “She’s just in shock.” He looks at Dad and says, “Phone Riza and Kris, tell them I’m bringing Amy home. They’ll know what to do.”
I don’t understand! Amy should be treated for shock. She should be in a hospital! I take a step towards Uncle Garrett, ready to speak my mind, when Dad says, “Your mom and Aunt Kris will know what to do, Son. Help me get her into the other car then I’ll drive yours. We need to talk.”
~*~
After we moved Amy over to Uncle Garrett’s car, we follow them back to my folks’ home.
The silence is heavy and I’m just about to remind Dad that he wanted to talk, when he whispers, “Your mom and Aunt Kristine know what to do because they’ve been through something just as terrifying.” I hold my breath, not liking Dad’s tone of voice. He sounds so tired all of a sudden. “They were kidnapped to be sold as sex slaves.”
My breath leaves in a rush. “What?” It’s the only word I can come up with.
“Before you pass judgement, you have to hear the whole story,” he continues, his eyes never leaving the road. “Your Aunt Andrea was kidnapped and Uncle Garrett and I started looking for her when it was clear the police couldn’t find her. We posed as men willing to break women into the sex trade. There was an auction and we were so sure she’d be there. So we helped kidnap three girls and each man took one to break. Uncle Garrett took Aunt Kristine and I got your mother. We did things to them … God, Noah, it was awful. But we found Aunt Andrea and we managed to free Aunt Kris and your mom. They forgave us, but it was such a hard road to walk.” He finally glances at me. “And that is why they can help Amy.”
I can’t think of one thing to say. No words can describe how I feel.
I sit in stunned silence, my mind racing from everything I just heard.
As we near my folks’ home, I realize that if they tell Amy, it would really break her. Amy idolizes her father.
“You can’t tell Amy!” I snap, angry that they chose now to tell us. “This will be too much for her.”
We stop in front of the house and I’m out of the car before Uncle Garrett has switched his off. I rush to Amy’s side and I yank open the door.
“I’ll take her in,” Uncle Garrett says as I undo the seatbelt.
I slip one arm under her back and the other under her knees and lift her out. Uncle Garrett jumps out of the car looking pissed. I challenge him by lifting my chin and saying, “She’s coming with me. If you tell her what you intend to tell her …” I shake my head, “you’d be fucking crazy to do that. She’s gone through all she can handle right now.” I start towards my car. “I’m taking her to our place. When she’s ready you can off load that shit on her.”
“We can help her,” Uncle Garrett snaps, stalking towards me.
I give him a look of warning, actually ready to take him on. I place Amy in the passenger side of my car, strap her in and then turn to face Uncle Garrett. “You know what I think, your conscience has been eating at you because you’ve seen how all this shit has affected Amy and now you want to clear your conscience by dumping all the shit you did onto us. That’s not how life works. You sort your shit out and we’ll sort ours
I expect Amy to snap out of her weird trance but she doesn’t and that’s when my worry explodes hot in my chest.
“She’s been like that since I pulled her off of that crazy bitch,” I start to explain. Dad comes to put his hand on my shoulder and the light squeeze almost makes me cry. I’m so glad they’re here! “We managed to get the gun away from her and then Amy just started to beat the living shit out of her. I had to pull her off or she would’ve killed her. I cleaned her a little and then she just collapsed. We should get her to a hospital!”
Uncle Garrett shakes his head. “She’s just in shock.” He looks at Dad and says, “Phone Riza and Kris, tell them I’m bringing Amy home. They’ll know what to do.”
I don’t understand! Amy should be treated for shock. She should be in a hospital! I take a step towards Uncle Garrett, ready to speak my mind, when Dad says, “Your mom and Aunt Kris will know what to do, Son. Help me get her into the other car then I’ll drive yours. We need to talk.”
~*~
After we moved Amy over to Uncle Garrett’s car, we follow them back to my folks’ home.
The silence is heavy and I’m just about to remind Dad that he wanted to talk, when he whispers, “Your mom and Aunt Kristine know what to do because they’ve been through something just as terrifying.” I hold my breath, not liking Dad’s tone of voice. He sounds so tired all of a sudden. “They were kidnapped to be sold as sex slaves.”
My breath leaves in a rush. “What?” It’s the only word I can come up with.
“Before you pass judgement, you have to hear the whole story,” he continues, his eyes never leaving the road. “Your Aunt Andrea was kidnapped and Uncle Garrett and I started looking for her when it was clear the police couldn’t find her. We posed as men willing to break women into the sex trade. There was an auction and we were so sure she’d be there. So we helped kidnap three girls and each man took one to break. Uncle Garrett took Aunt Kristine and I got your mother. We did things to them … God, Noah, it was awful. But we found Aunt Andrea and we managed to free Aunt Kris and your mom. They forgave us, but it was such a hard road to walk.” He finally glances at me. “And that is why they can help Amy.”
I can’t think of one thing to say. No words can describe how I feel.
I sit in stunned silence, my mind racing from everything I just heard.
As we near my folks’ home, I realize that if they tell Amy, it would really break her. Amy idolizes her father.
“You can’t tell Amy!” I snap, angry that they chose now to tell us. “This will be too much for her.”
We stop in front of the house and I’m out of the car before Uncle Garrett has switched his off. I rush to Amy’s side and I yank open the door.
“I’ll take her in,” Uncle Garrett says as I undo the seatbelt.
I slip one arm under her back and the other under her knees and lift her out. Uncle Garrett jumps out of the car looking pissed. I challenge him by lifting my chin and saying, “She’s coming with me. If you tell her what you intend to tell her …” I shake my head, “you’d be fucking crazy to do that. She’s gone through all she can handle right now.” I start towards my car. “I’m taking her to our place. When she’s ready you can off load that shit on her.”
“We can help her,” Uncle Garrett snaps, stalking towards me.
I give him a look of warning, actually ready to take him on. I place Amy in the passenger side of my car, strap her in and then turn to face Uncle Garrett. “You know what I think, your conscience has been eating at you because you’ve seen how all this shit has affected Amy and now you want to clear your conscience by dumping all the shit you did onto us. That’s not how life works. You sort your shit out and we’ll sort ours
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