Meant to Be

Human beings are truly the scariest beings of them all.

Ebony, realized. She had been in captivity for almost a year and each day that statement wore more and more into her brain. Human beings are truly the scariest beings of them all.

She was young, ten, she remembers. Nine, when she was sent to this place. Day in and day out men and women opened that dreadful door to use her in ways she didn't understand. She hated the pain and the pleasure so much there was a puddle of puke lying on the floor.

Not that she could reach a toilet to puke in any way. Her hands were tied to the posts of the bed she'd lied on for months so tight she had dried blood clinging to the hair on her forearms.

"This way." A male voice said, deep and gruff.

She flinched at the sound, heartrate speeding she began to shiver. This man would mark the seventh who used her today.

When the door opened her eyes closed instinctively not wanting to look the disgusting individual in the eye.

"Oh, god, Vander." Another male voice spoke. Two? That'll make eight.

Both the men rushed to her side, one tall and broad, the other medium and fat. The tall man pulled a pocket knife out of his jeans pocket and began cutting at her restraints.

At the release of her left ankle, the small girl opened her eyes, they must be moving her rooms, but she had never seen these men before.

With the realization that she was awake the man pulled away, "I know this is scary, but you need to be very still, and very quiet." He whispered, seriously but not firmly.

The girl nodded her head while the man continued to cut her loose. The relief brought to her limbs was irreplaceable, the best feeling she ever felt in her life. No longer did she have the rugged rope digging into her skin, she was free, even though she hardly knew what that meant.

"Okay, there we go, feel alright?" The tall man asked, the chubbier one speechless at his side. Pulling her hands and feet into her chest the girl tried hiding in the corner of the bed. She didn't know these men, what if they were taking her someplace worse, her captors always used to tell her that they could do worse to her, what if this was it?

Vander sat down on the bed two feet away from the small girl trying, as patiently as he could, to get her trust. "Hey, no need to hide, we're here to take you far away from here, someplace better."

Peaking out from her arms the girl leaned closer to the man, something inside her told her he was trustworthy, something about him reminded her of her father. The brunette man reached his hand forward towards the girl.

And she accepted his gesture, his scarred hand meeting her scarred wrist. Carfully, he picked the girl up so her large nightgown covered everything and he began carrying her with all the love in the world.

-

Benzo never really went to the basement of the Last Drop, not unless it was asked of him, which it was this time.

Knocking lightly, he opened the door to see quite a scene down below. All four children were bent over the table playing a heated game of Monopoly. "Vi, you passed go two rounds ago you can't collect it now!"

"I still passed go, that's bullshit!" She countered.

Coughing, Enzo tried capturing their attention.

Vi was the first one to notice he had walked down the stairs. "Benzo? What's going on, where's Vander?"

He shook his head, "He's fine." Turning his attention to the only other girl in the room she seemed surprised to see him addressing her, "Powder, do you have any clothes that are too small?"

She nodded her head quickly before rushing over to her bedside. Vi, however, was still on him, "Why do you need her clothes, what's going on?"

And at that point, they all heard Vander's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. "I need you all to stay calm." His voice boomed around the room.

That's when they all saw her. The little girl was tiny, maybe as small as Powder when she was seven, with long wet strawberry blond locks and bright green eyes. She looked around the room trying to take everything, and everybody, in.

"This-" He bent to set her down, "is Ebony, and she will be staying with us from now on." The little girl, Ebony, waved shyly from behind Vander's leg which she was clinging to.

"Another girl?" A boy with roughed-up brown hair and bushy eyebrows whined from on top of one of the couches. Another boy, on a couch opposite him shot him a look. The girl's response was to stick her little tongue out at him and blow raspberries.

"Powder, keep Ebony company while I talk to the others." Vander nodded his head towards the door and everyone in the room except Powder and Ebony left.

The blue-haired girl looked kind, to ebony at least. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" She asked, shyly approaching the other girl."

"Well, I like building stuff, here." She handed the girl a makeshift explosive.

"Cool," Ebony giggled, handing the toy back, "I like making potions, wanna see?"

-

"So, you're telling me this ten-year-old was in sex trafficking?" Vi gasped out, the older sister in her hurt, and disgusted.

The three children sat on barstools leaning on the bar with kid-friendly drinks in hand.

Vander sighed then nodded, "We rescued her tonight, and to my knowledge, she was the only one."

Claggor leaned his head on his hand, "That's so fucked."

"True, but that doesn't mean we have to treat her like glass, okay?" Vander addressed the three and they nodded their heads in understanding. "Alright, put the stools up, we're headed back down."

As the four approached the door, they heard something they didn't expect to hear.

"Okay, get ready! As soon as I reach one we jump back, okay?" Ebony's squeaky voice rang through the walls.

"Okay!" Powder exclaimed with equal enthusiasm.

Opening the door to the basement the four stepped down the stairs wearily, making it just in time to see Ebony, on the coffee table, put a vial of liquid into a jar, also filled with mysterious liquid.

"ONE!" both the girls jumped back behind the couch.

Just then Vi, Vander, Milo, and Claggor, were met with an explosion to the face. The bright pink liquid was sprayed everywhere on the ceiling, their couches, the walls, everywhere.

"Oh great, now we've got two of them!" Mylo exclaimed, head in his hands, while Claggor patted his back engaging in laughter with Vi and Vander.

This was meant to be.

-I wrote this tired af at like 7:00PM so it's not my best work, I apologize. This story WILL get better, trust 🙏🙏🙏

Ebony's so cute guys look

My babyyyy🩷🩷