Chapter Six
The warm water burned has it poured from the spout over Marlee’s skin. There were cuts and scrapes, but mostly it was just that her skin hurt. Her actual skin, bruised or not.
She’d been in the dark too long. And never enough nutrients because food costed money and put her more in debt to her captor.
Debts she was forced to work off.
Other girls had become accustomed to working for their food even though none of them had chosen to be there. Seemed like if you were going to kidnap a person, at least there should be some free food involved. Unless you were aiming to starve them to death. But her captor wanted them all alive. The answer: charge them for the food they ate, the clothes they wore, the toiletries they required.
Add it to the debt they were there to pay off in the first place. Add it to the mountain of unpaid bets or unpaid drug deals or unpaid… whatever.
For Marlee, none of that debt was hers. It belonged to her deadbeat father who couldn’t stay away from the casinos. It had taken a year for her to understand why she was in the basement with the others in the first place.
The others.
She wondered if they were paying for her escape. She’d promised Seven… er, Nyla… she would give their picture to the authorities when she got far away from Memphis. But now it looked like that was going to take a lot longer than she’d ever anticipated. She hoped the girls didn’t think she’d abandoned them like so many others had when they were freed.
Carefully, she forced more of her achy body under the warm spray, letting her skin get used to the harsh feeling. Since she refused to willingly “pay” her father’s debt with her body and had no other skills to offer like the others, she wasn’t allowed to shower like them. She’d bathed with water from the sink as best she could.
Her captor had made a bad bet of his own thinking Marlee’s dad would care enough about her to pay the asshole the thousands he owed. She wondered where he was right now. David Benson. The sorry asshole who’d missed every one of her birthdays. Her graduation. And now ten more years of her life because she’d been locked away “serving time” for him.
She knew he wasn’t alive. He’d died from a knife wound after spending the night in the county jail for drunk and disorderly. Her captor had told her that. Showed her the newspaper article.
But she wondered where he’d been buried. She’d like to visit the grave and spit on it.
And if she could have a wish, it would be to know what he’d be doing right now, if he was alive.
Would he even wonder if she was still alive? If she’d survived. Would it ever cross his mind at all? Would he be sorry for stealing from a powerful man?
But honestly, did she even want to know the answers to those questions?
No. She didn’t. Couldn’t stomach it yet. Not until she was truly free and the others were too.
Her mom though… she wanted to know what had come of her mom.
Despair wracked her at the thought of the only person who ever gave a shit about her. What she must have gone through when Marlee went missing…
She’d seen her once on the news on the little TV in the basement. Crying and begging for Marlee’s release. Even mentioned her captor’s name. Called him out, right there on live television.
Marlee thought that was the end. That she would be found and rescued.
But nothing swayed him.
Money.
Money would have swayed him.
Grabbing the bar of green soap from the tile shelf, she lathered up the best she could, ignoring Leah as she stood with her back to the shower to give Marlee the most privacy she’d had in ten years.
Using the shower wall for support, she cleaned all the things that had been abandoned for so long and used the fresh razor Leah had found for her. She tried to ignore the tremors and focus on not cutting herself. But they were getting worse it seemed.
Drugs.
She never wanted so much as a damn aspirin ever again. She wanted clean of it all.
The memories. The truth. The pain.
Come on Marlee. Get clean in here, then sleep off the shakes.
She could do it. As long as Leah was right about Ratchet. If she could trust him to let her be. And she wasn’t sure she could after catching him watching from the doorway.
When she’d scrubbed and shaved as good as she could, she reached for the shampoo. It was in an amber colored bottle and looked expensive. Ratchet had long hair, but he didn’t seem like the type who went for the pricey stuff.
That thing about books and their covers. Maybe he wasn’t what she’d concocted in her mind for him to be.
Then again… maybe he was. And maybe she wasn’t going to just believe everything Leah said about her son.
Age-old despair settled in her gut over her situation.
One day she wished to feel something else. Something good.
She’d forgotten what feeling good felt like.
Lathering up her hair, she breathed in the spicy scent to distract herself from the burning sensation on her scalp. She’d gotten her hair caught on one of the beds before she left and had to pull it loose while hacking at it with a dull plastic knife. It had pulled more than it cut.
Pushing off from the wall, she rinsed her hair clean. Her legs shook from the effort to keep herself upright, and when she was done, she pawed at the handle to turn the faucet off.
Looking up, she found Leah through the open shower door, holding a large white towel. She stepped into it and the older lady helped her over to the stool before her legs gave out.
“I’ll try to clean up your clothes, and bring you some of mine for in the meantime. But right now, you sit there and rest. I’m going to grab some of Thomas’s.”
Marlee watched as Leah slipped past the bathroom door. Murmuring could be heard, and then she was back, carrying a stack of clothes.
“Here you go.”
She set them on the counter and turned her back once more, allowing Marlee privacy.
Patting at her tender skin, she dried off the best she could, taking her time. Better slow than to end up face planting on the bathroom floor.
When she was mostly dry, she reached for the pile Leah had brought. A black t-shirt the size of Alaska was on top. The fabric was buttery soft and for several breaths, she just rubbed the pads of her fingers across it. Tears wet her eyes, and she didn’t know why. It was a t-shirt. But it was the softest thing she’d touched in a long time.
Clearing her throat, she eased it over her head. It was like sinking into a cloud. She reached for the gray sweat pants, shakily pushing her legs into them. Not as soft, but so much better than the rough jeans she’d inherited from one of the girls. She shuddered, remembering the years she’d had nothing to cover her legs. Anything was better than that… but these, were a step above the jeans.
Leah turned around just as she was maneuvering them up her waist.
“Okay, hun. I bet that feels better, yeah? Now let’s get you back into bed.”
Marlee froze. “His bed?”
Leah pressed her lips together nodding.
Marlee shook her head. She could sleep on the floor. Being in Ratchet’s bed was too dangerous. She wouldn’t sleep with him in return for these clothes. No.
Soft things meant nothing if they led to brutality.
“I told you, he won’t hurt you,” Leah reminded her, and this time she sounded a little more confident. “Come on.”
Leah propped her body under Marlee’s shoulder and guided her to the door. As they shuffled along, she became more nervous. Being captive in this new place meant plenty of uncertainties. And it also meant she was completely alone. Without her girls to keep her company. To remind her she was human.
They pushed through into the room that was dimmer than the bathroom, and she steeled herself for anything…
And she didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t this. Ratchet, shirtless in his bed waiting for her like she’d been purchased maybe, yeah. But him standing next to the dresser, looking nervously at a tray full of food? She hadn’t expected that.
He seemed to be inspecting the items when he noticed she was there. Looking up at her, his expression went oddly soft. It stole her breath. Scared her more than his icy gaze had when she woke. Just for a second before it snapped back to its typical snarl.
There, yeah. That, she could handle.
“Brought you food.” His gruff voice was low and he pulled back his shoulders, looking proud.
But it took several breaths for his words to register.
“For me?”
Why would he?
He stepped back, jamming his hands in his back pockets and stared at the food instead of her.
“You can have it all,” he declared. “And if you want more, I can bring you more. It’s just right down the hall in the lounge.”
Still leaning on Leah, Marlee examined the tray. There was so much. More than she’d seen in a year probably. The scent of tomatoes and garlic filled the room. And she spotted chocolate cake.
Her stomach rumbled in response. So long since she’d eaten anything like this. Just looking at the food gave her strength. She wanted to run to it, shove it down her throat as fast as she could. The desire was so strong a small whimper escaped.
She cleared her throat to cover it.
“H-how much?”
Ratchet frowned, and she clarified.
“What will it cost me?”
His confused gaze went to his mother, his mouth opening and closing with no answer.
“It’s a gift,” Leah answered for him. “He won’t take anything from you for eating it.”
Ratchet’s scowl deepened until he seemed furious. His anger should have scared Marlee. Angry people were hard to read. Would he blow up? Hit her? Do worse? But something about his reaction seemed… comforting.
How strange.
“It’s yours,” he snapped, flinging his arm in an arc over the dresser. “I want you to eat.”
Marlee frowned. He was just giving her all this food. Why would he do that?
“Bed first,” Leah interjected, leading Marlee over to it.
She pulled back the covers and eased herself down. The bed was soft, the sheets cool, and the thick down comforter so cozy she could cry. She’d been too scared when she woke to notice. Now it was like sinking into a piece of heaven.
If only she wasn’t trapped here. Then maybe she could enjoy it.
“All right,” Leah said, tossing Marlee a look full of warning. It said be good, and sent a chill down her spine. “I’ll leave you to eat.”
Marlee shook her head, but Leah ignored her. No. She couldn’t leave her alone with the strangely angry man.
But the woman turned to Ratchet—who suddenly seemed bewildered—and murmured, “Call me if you need anything.”
He opened his mouth, but again, nothing came out. And then Leah disappeared behind the door, the sound of it clicking behind her hitting Marlee just as hard as the lock had earlier.