The wig was long enough that I could put pigtails on either side. Even the light blue cotton panties I was wearing gave me the feeling of a young inno...ent female, or, so I thought at the time. I put on some light makeup and a little eyeliner on my eyes, grabbed my purse, and a zipped up hoody sweat shirt and left my apartment.After I stepped out the door, I started noticing that my look was getting me attention that I hadn't expected. I was walking down to the mall, and noticed that everyone. Melinda rolled her eyes.The door was kicked open with a rattling thump. Ned stood in the doorway, resplendent in his pirate costume. His hat was perched at an angle on his head, midnight black with a skull-and-crossbones symbol embroidered in blood red upon its brim. One eye was covered in a black leather patch, its edge designed to appear ragged to suggest years of use. A bright green and yellow fake stuffed parrot was perched on his shoulder."Avast, ye bilge rats, I be takin' this here ship. The desperate, pathetic girl clinging to any hope of escape is a far cry from my defiant, protective older sister who rang the doorbell not too long ago. Tyler starts stroking her hair again, and brings his lips down to her ear.“Yes, yes you are.” He says quietly, calmly. “And do you know what happens to dumb little whores?” He doesn’t bother to wait for a response before answering himself. “They get fucked in the ass.”In her panic, it’s clear that what he said doesn’t quite register with Alexa. I relived the scene in the church a hundred times in the space of a few seconds."Oh my Jazz. My beautiful Jazz." I began crying and shaking. I squeezed the hand holding mine. The woman looked up. Her face was stained with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. It was Lauren."I'm so sorry, Carlos. I'm so sorry."Lauren grabbed my hand with both of hers and put her head down on it. I could feel her hot tears as they rained down onto the back of my hand. I could feel her lips as she kissed my hand.