Amy made no attempt to remove her arms from around his neck."I take it that you agree to stay, right."The tears started flowing again. The phone rang ...nd Brad had to pry her arms off of his neck to answer it before the caller hung up.Rita Askins spoke as soon as he answered, "My supervisor informs me that you have been appointed temporary guardian of Amy Walton. We usually frown on such arrangements but we'll see how it works. I'll still have to talk to Amy and I would like to talk to you when. As we entered, Rohan closed and locked the door and told me to sit on the bed. I asked him why did he lock the door? He said that he was going to show me a special project.I sat on the bed, sweating and fiddling my thumb. Suddenly, Rohan came and whispered in my ear to read the file he gave me. I shivered and got goosebumps. With trembling hand, I took the file and began to read.Rohan pulled a chair and sat close to me and began to remove his shirt. I was peeking through the file, my dad’s. Katie reaches the end of the alley into the middle of the street. The Leader of the Gang Rape pulls up in a rusted out piece of shit car, the passenger window rolled down. He grins wide at Katie. “Guess you smart after all, bitch… Need a ride?” He laughs, opening the door.Katie’s mind pauses for a minute, lost and debating itself: Subject myself to more rape by homless bums with God knows what diseases, or take a ride from one of the men that just raped me? Finally she makes up her mind,. The hot water felt good as it sluiced over her skin, her hands washing the soap over the patchwork of scars that layered most of her lithe body. Most of them she’d picked up as a victim, but there’d been plenty more she’d accumulated while she learned to fight back, clawing out a life for herself in the Unclaimed Wastes.The shower revitalised her, and she felt more like herself as she dressed afterwards. Her outfit was designed to tease and distract, a simple ploy that could buy valuable.