We cannot leave her

Emily, from dream

I remember being in the house, with an angry Hispanic male; who seemed to be on drugs. Drugs that were white and came in the shape of hockey pucks. He would come into our room demanding he wanted more, even though we had no choice in the matter. It was terrifying not being able to leave the house, but it didn’t make it any better being forced to take the drugs every night when he wanted a hot piece of ass. I was there with a friend, who I trusted above anyone else. We turned to each other for comfort. Being held hostage was the low point of my existence. And one of the lowest points of being there was when he left the drugs unattended, while he slept it off. Me ,un able to turn my brain off found a pile of them on the floor and couldn’t help but scoff down as much as possible without looking like some went missing. I was relieved to see my dearest friend asleep. I wanted her to know I was staying strong, keeping up a fight. Tired from the exhausting, draining day we had both endured. She lay. The taste of this was near to aspirin. I had always loved the way aspirin tasted, but love was not the feelings I had . I felt like an addict, in the situations I want to give up because they seem too difficult. During my binge I had realized life will not throw me anything at me I cannot handle. I was going to arise from this nasty, ugly situation, and save the people I loved.

She was just a beautiful baby, less than a year. Her smile bringing me the joy I haven’t seen in months. I hated that he had her too. I passed up on opportunities to escape because there was no way I could leave poor Nala. Nala is what I called her, her and my friend Emily, were the only things holding me together. Night after Night we secretly whispered about escape , escape back to the real world, where ever we could be in control. We slept on a bunk bed, far away from Nala. Me on top. Emily on bottom. I wasn’t blessed with the sight of Nala besides a couple times a week. She was prisoner to her high chair, where she barely got to eat. She needed to be saved before it was too late. I could see Emily slowly dying. I wanted to rescue them , I will never stop trying.
One morning, the evil man took us downtown, knowing we weren’t going to escape from being too broken down. We feared nothing would work. But he didn’t plan for me to jump out of that moving truck. fuck, he didn’t even notice until he was down the street. I ran into traffic not afraid of dying. When I recognized a helpful family of five, they could see me struggling, fighting to run away, I got into thier car and told them everything I could remember. I hated leaving Emily, and Nala. but not for long I was going back and not leaving without them. The family chuckled in disbelief, and I begged for them just to see. What he had done to us was no joke. We all had to act fast before he unreeled hid fury on the innocents I cared for.