Self-esteem & Self-reliance
Ralph looked away from me to another guy.
"What do you think, Scott—a seven?"
Scott looked me up and down.
"Seven? Maybe."
"Maybe on a good day," said another guy.
"A really good day? Like last Friday?" Ralph replied.
They were all laughing again.
"You guys are pigs," I said.
I lay on the gritty wooden floor of the filthy shack, frozen with terror. For weeks I had been hearing about the two girls who had disappeared, but I had never in a million years thought that something like that was going to happen to me.
But here I was, tied up, groggy, panic-stricken—and waiting. Waiting for whatever had happened to the girl who had been found "not alive." Waiting for whatever had happened to the other girl.
This couldn't be happening to me.
But it was.
