She sat up slowly, yawning.
Her voice was a little groggy.
"Where did you find this?"
I pointed to the back of the van.
"There's a huge cooler over there with another wrap and a couple of drinks left in it. Eat this so you can keep up your strength."
She wrinkled her nose at the sight of the disgusting food.
"Are you sure this shit is okay to eat, Kit?"
I shrugged, pushing it toward her mouth again.
"I ate one, and I am still alive. It wasn't bad. What other options do you have? You need to eat, so open up, buttercup."
She put the food in her mouth and nibbled cautiously. Once she got past the first bite, she shoved it in quickly. Like me, she was starving. Becca chewed like a cow when she ate, which usually annoys me.
Not this time, though. I welcomed her lip-smacking sounds with open arms. I loved this girl like a sister. We have known one another since we were ten years old. This girl was always my rock when I had to deal with my shitty mother. She was an only child raised by a single mom.
She never knew her father. Her mother passed away from cancer two years ago, when Becca was only twenty-one years old. She inherited the house and remained in her childhood home. She was alone, and so was I. We only had each other. She was the one person I could always count on. Now, I would be her strength until we got back home.
When she finished eating, we huddled on the seat to keep warm and finally fell asleep.
Chapter 5
Trafficked
Kitlyn
The sun crept through the dirty windows of the van, its warmth caressing my cheek. I squinted, shielding my eyes from the glow. My body feels like I ran a marathon. Stiff and achy all over.
The seat we slept on wasn't a five-star hotel, that's for sure. I squeezed my knees together tightly. My bladder is full. I need to pee. I stretched my aching bones and looked over at Becca, still asleep. Her snores echoed through the small, cluttered space. I didn't know what time it was, and had no idea how many hours I slept.
Regardless, I don’t feel rested enough.
My friend looks sopeaceful.
I feel bad about having to wake her, but we need to get the hell out of here before someone finds us. I shook her gently, trying not to startle the sleeping beauty.
She slowly opened her drowsy lids, gazing at me while stretching her arms. Her eyes scanned the van before she spoke. "Ugh. This hellish nightmare wasn't a dream? We really are in this bucket of shit?"
She wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes.
"How long do you think we slept, Kit?"
I shrugged, a slight smile lifting the corners of my mouth. "Three or four hours, maybe. We don't have any time to waste, though. We need to leave right now, but first, I have to pee." Beck looked at me, lifting her brow.
"So do I. Where are we going to go?"
I pointed toward the cooler.
It was the safest place for us to relieve ourselves.
"I am going to grab the rest of the water bottles and the last sandwich. We can eat it later while we trudge through the desert in our Sunday best."
She actually smiled at my weak attempt at being funny. We definitely fit the description of either being nuts or poverty-stricken. Both our robes had seen better days.
