Brandy stared into the mirror at her bruises and just sobbed. Not because her body was black and blue. But the marriage she was trapped in.
The tears slowed and the fear turned to anger. Brandy was tired of living in fear and said to herself, its time.
Twelve years ago, Brandy met Vince while pole dancing six nights a week at the Play Pen, south of Milwaukee. She thought her dream had come true when he asked her to marry him and get her out of that life. Little did she know about the secrets he kept from her.
Those secrets were revealed, shortly after the wedding, when Vince threatened her into doing a few jobs for the organization. Pimping her out three nights a week, while being a drug mule.
Before serving him a Martini, that evening, Brandy crushed up two sleeping pills and mixed them with the drink. An hour later Vince was snoring loudly, now was Brandy’s chance.
She snuck out of the house and made it to the bus station without anybody noticing her. Brandy boarded a bus bound for Pittsburgh to find her brother she never knew.
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