I'm Home [Part Five]

Hey Friends,

I looked around the room we were being held captive for items I could use to exact my revenge and help to free everyone. I noticed an area that had maternity scrubs hanging up on a rack.

Hanging on wire hangers.

The light bulb in my brain went off and I told Shonda of my plan. She thought I was crazier than bat shit, but I asked her again to trust me. She said she did and I put my plan into action.

I found a dark space, out of eyesight of the guards and sat patiently. One by one, Shonda sent a different woman to me. I had to work fast and I had to work unnoticed, so precision was a must. Like the pro I was, I systematically aborted every pregnant woman. I used an empty bucket to hold the fetus' and once I was done, I motioned to Shonda.

"I need you to cause a commotion so that the guards come near me, but not so they can see me. Got it?"

She nodded and then sprang to action. She doubled-over, grabbing her stomach and started wailing.

"I'm losing the baby! I'm losing the baby!"

Sure enough, guards rushed over to her, in a frenzy. They grabbed her arms and tried to carry her away but she went limp and heavy, anchoring them to that very spot.

I shouted: "Hey, fuck faces!" They turned, looked at me (hiding in the shadows) and then collectively they charged toward me.

I lifted the bucket o' babies and threw the lot of it right into their faces. They were clawing at their eyes and began flinging off the placenta, blood and body parts they were covered in. During the may lay, Shonda grabbed a ring of keys from a distracted guard.

I had already manipulated a wire hanger into a set of pseudo claws and began slashing at the guards, aiming for the eyes like my Mama taught me. I took them all on and one by one and watched as they fell to their knees, screaming.

Shonda was rounding up the women and had opened one of the emergency exits. Fresh cold winter air streamed in and en mass, we ran away from what turned out to be an abandoned factory.

I knew there were women still inside, in the "rape ward", but the authorities would later save them. We ran until our legs nearly gave out. We approached a highway, where a trucker pulled to the side of the road to help the stream of women, bleeding from the crotch, dressed in hospital clothes.

The trucker, who turned out to be a regular of mine, radioed the Canadian police, who arrived in no time. A caravan of ambulances were next and the women were loaded into them and brought to the hospital. Only Shonda and myself decided not to go. We wanted to see the other women freed. And they were.

"What about you, Trasha?" Shonda asked me. "Why didn't you abort your own baby?"

I touched my womb. "Well, Shonda. I have learned over the many, many years I've been on this planet that a women needs to hold on to any bargaining chip they have and this baby I'm carrying...well, let's just say I think it's one of the best investments my pussy could have made."

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused.

"Oh, Shonda--a woman needs to hold her cards close to the vest. You'll find out, in time."

And so we traveled back to Michigan and I told Shonda she could stay with us again. She needed a place to stay and after everything we had just been through, how could I say no? She saved those women just as much as I did. We were sisters now.

So here I am, back in my trailer, trying to regain the energy I lost. Cunt Face, Mama and Starla were all so happy to see me and as we speak, Starla is sitting on my lap. I can't help but hate myself for selling her on the black market and now I see that she had gone through the same baby mill I was held captive at. To think of Starla in that place just kills me.

But I can't think of that now. The trouble in my life is far from over. This is just the beginning and I pray we all make it out of this nightmare alive and well.

Love,

Trasha