*Lilith*

I hardly really knew what on earth I was doing. All I could see was her dead eyes staring into mine. All I could feel was the weight in my chest. All I could hear was that bullet being shot.

I was stabbing all the men in my way. Not caring if they were the ones who had decided to stand by my side or his. It didn't matter now. They fell like raindrops in a thunder storm. And I let no one live.

Kelly was crying next to me, shooting, and shooting, and shooting, while I was stabbing, and stabbing, and stabbing.

I reached Charlie and Steel who were wrestling, and I yanked Steel away from Charlie, punching him over and over and over again. It was all I knew how to do. Violence. It came naturally to me. Especially when someone pissed me the fuck off.

"Don't kill him yet. That's too quick of a death." Kelly said next to me her voice as raw as mine, and a moment later Silvia joined us.

The two girls pulled me off him, and I sobbed into their shoulders. The only parent figures in my life that I had ever loved had all died. Rachel was such a sweet, loving, and warm person. The world would shine a little less bright without her in it.

Steel tried to stand up to run, but Silvia stomped on his face with a look as if he was less than shit on her shoe, and he fell to the floor knocked out. But than I guess he really just that. A pice of shit.

"Rachel," I croaked, glad I'd killed all the men in the room. If only that they couldn't wacht me break. The only one I'd let live was Jake, cuz he might have potential. And he's useful to me. But he'd fled the scene faster than a rats ass.

"I know," Silvia said hugging me from behind. Charlie joined the group hug as well and we all just hugged each other for a while. All looking down at the resting body of such a sunny soul. Rachel.

We pulled away and silently got to work. Silvia and Kelly went to the girls still tied up to free them to get them to come with us if they wanted. While Charlie and I tied Steel up and threw him in the front of Charlie's van so that the girls wouldn't have to stare at the person who just bought them while in the van.

Charlie and I picked Rachel up with utmost care and a few tears slid down my cheeks as I looked at her. She had always been so kind. To everyone, even if they did terrible things and didn't deserve her. Steel and her shit pice of a husband didn't deserve such a lovely lady in their house.

We placed her in my van, and I kissed the top of Rachel's head. Her skin was already cold. I slid with my back to the back of the car to the floor. My chest aching. Charlie wrapped her in a warm cloth, that she grabbed from who knows where.

Then I just sat there. And broke into a million pieces.

*Number 22*

I was free. The ties that me and so many other girls had been tied to were gone. I was free. I was fucking free. After years and years of being locked up, threatened, raped, I was finally free.

The two ladies who had let us free stood in front of us. I saw their tired faces, and their tear streaked cheeks. I had seen everything that had happened, and how the lady had died. My heart broke for them, but at the moment I was a bit more occupied with the fact I was free.

I was just a girl. A 15 year old girl, with nothing to my name and I'd just been freed. Yeah, I was more worried about myself right now.

"Hello dearests," The lady on the right said.

"My name is Kelly, and this is Silvia." Kelly said, pointing at the girl on her left who was Silvia.

"We have some vans here with food, drinks, and blankets. We also have a home where you could all stay temporarily. You don't have to stay, or even come with us to the vans. Or you could grab some food and then leave. It's up to you. If you would like to come with us, you can follow Silvia." Kelly said, and Silvia walked outside for us to follow.

All the girls followed. All of them. Not a single one wanted to stay here or go out into the harsh world alone. So did I. I wasn't just a number anymore. I was a human.

As I stepped outside, I cried. I'd been outside in all those years for sure, but this was different. Now the air smelled like freedom, and I didn't want the ground to swallow me whole.

This is where all my suffering would stop. At least I hoped so. There was a small part of my brain still telling me that nothing was ever this easy. No doubt these ladies would just kidnap us and sell us again. But for now I would hold onto this hope. Because that really is all my can do in this world. Hope.

For some reason, my gut instinct was that these ladies were to be trusted. And my gut instinct was never wrong. I'd been sold, and abused, and raped, but now I would make a life for myself. I continued walking to one of the vans to get in, when I saw the main girl who saved me silently crying.

I walked to her slowly, knowing she was deadly and not wanting to startle her. I mean she'd killed almost 100 men in there without a bat of an eye.

"Hey," I said softly, my voice scrappy and dry. She looked up at me, her face filled with utter despair. I knew she was hurting, it was obvious, but I saw the steel in her eyes. The strength. She was like me. Been though so much, but still here. Still fighting.

"Get yourself together. There are a lot of ladies here who need your help right now. You can be sad later." I said sternly, and even though I was younger than her, she didn't look at me like I was less than her. She didn't look at me with pity, and I couldn't be happier for that. I wasn't a victim. I was a fucking survivor.

"Alright." She said, standing up. I could see her getting her shit together in her posture and in her eyes.

"I'm going in the van now. Don't break down." I said a lot less strongly. I just wanted to get out of here now. This place had enough bad memories as it was.

"I won't." She said, and gestured for me to get in the van.

As the rest of the ladies slowly filed into the van as well, I promised myself this was the start of a new chapter in my life. I'm turning the page. I could do this.

*Lilith*

We'd all made sure all the girls that wanted to come with us, which was surprisingly all of them, were all settled in the vans. They had most of them were in various states of undress, so they were more than glad for the blankets.

The girl who'd talked to me while I was struggling was in my van, and was now sitting in the corner while cuddling a small kid. I saw the fire in her eyes. Even though she'd been through so much.

That fire was just like Rachel's, and as soon as I thought that a pang went through me. I was never going to get that strong, sweet, human being back. No one would ever be able to replace her. I'd started to trust again, and look where that got me. Look where that got Rachel.

If I'd never told her anything about Steel, or befriended her, she would still be alive. Fuck. It was all my vault.

I was driving away from the warehouse, with three other vans close behind me. But I wasn't really there. Physically sure, but not mentally. I called my family in a group call to make sure they were all alright, and then just sat there in silence and let my mind go wild.

My parents had died because they were collateral damage. Steel wanted to kill a friend of my dad's and by coincidence, the day Steel had planned to kill my dad's friend, my parents had both been drinking a cup of tea at his house.

Steel had killed my dad's friend, and enjoyed killing my parents as well. That's what he'd told me when I was a child. He'd been almost the same age as me, but that didn't stop him from killing innocents.

My loving, sweet, strong parents. They had died because of Steel. And now Rachel was dead as well, because of Steel, but also because of me.

She was dead because of me.

A/N

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