I was back with the guys I loved so much. The guys that warmed to the very middle of my core. The guys that protected me unconditionally. Except, it didn't feel like that anymore. It felt as if we were more separate than ever; like we all distanced. Actually, more like I distanced away from them. Though, it was true. I had sent a letter, and they also received a letter that I was dead and my body was never found. They had to bury an empty casket. I only imagine how hard that would be.

But, I couldn't tell them what happened to me. I couldn't tell them how I failed them. I couldn't tell them how I was used as a sex slave. How I traveled in a slut market to make it back to them. I couldn't tell them what I've been through. I would be a disgrace to them. A horrible and filthy disgrace. Which I'm sure I already was.

I do trust my best friends, I trust them with my life, but I fear that they'll reject me as fast as I can blink. I couldn't face the cold reality of being left by the guys who took me in when I had nothing. If I told them what happened, would they put me back on the streets with nothing? Would they do that to me? Their little sister?

I sighed, pondering this as I stared out the window. It was raining out today. My mother used to tell me when it rained that someone was crying and that they were standing in the rain so no one could see their tears. I did love the rain, but when I thought about it that way, I didn't love it as much. I just felt bad for the person who had no one's shoulder to cry on.

I felt someone tap my shoulder, clearing their throat gently, letting me know that they were there. I wonder if they thought of me as a fragile doll that was going to break. Maybe I was... I looked over my shoulder and up at Jimmy, who had a broken smile. Only I could see when he was having an eternal battle with himself, and this time I knew it was about me. I frowned slightly to myself.

“Yes?” I asked. My voice had become quiet and hoarse from the screaming I had let off when I was abused in the market.

He knelt down to my height. I was quite short, only being about 4'11”. He smiled sadly at me. “What happened?” The one question I didn't want to answer, but I knew I could never deny Jimmy, my big brother. He knew me better than anyone. He could get the truth out of me, easier than almost anyone. And that, terrified me.

I took in a deep breath, deciding not to hold it in to him. So, I told him the entire story.

“It started on the mission you guys sent me on, I went out on the battle field, was prepared to fight, but these men... They were sexist. They didn't let me fight and since I was the only woman on the field, also along with how all the men left their wives to be on the battle field, I would be used as a sex doll. The men had no care on how they treated me. I was treated horribly and decided, after about three months of it, that I could no longer take it. I had to get out of it,” I started with that. This was going to be hard for me, but I was telling Jimmy. He wouldn't judge me.

“I quickly went out at night and surrendered myself to the opposing side. They took me in as a no one. First they decided it would be good to get information out of me by beating me, but I was more than happy to tell them about the other side, for my mission wasn't to belong to a side, just find a person and kill him. I failed that, by the way. But, after they got the information out of me they put me up as a slave. Just, not any ol' slave, but a sex slave. Of course, someone bought me right off the bat, but when I started refusing, he whipped me till near death,” I took in a deep breath.

“I was then put in a black market sex slave trade. That was, by far, the hardest thing to get out of. Although, I did, I was terrified. I can't count how many times I was sold then re-sold. I can't count the scars on my whole body by the whips and tools they used on me to discipline me. It was a horrible time, but then a kind old man saw me. At first, he looked wicked, but he came up to me, and he was the sweetest old soul, I ever met. He bought me, got me on the track I needed to be on, then sent me back here. I don't remember where I ended up being, but I knew I had to ride a plane to get here.” I had left out the biggest part of my story out, but he wouldn't know. Not yet at least. I looked up and Jimmy had tears in his eyes.

“Never,” He shook his head. “Never are you leaving any of our sides, got it?” I nodded curtly, and curled up in his chest, and for the first time since I got out of the sex slave trade, I bawled my eyes out. I couldn't contain the tears anymore, and I let the tears pour out and Jimmy just held me the entire time.

Notes

I know it's a little short. But it's kind of a filler.