Crystal's POV
Brenda's thoughts filled my mind ever since I woke up. I realize how bad I have been for not thinking about her or asking Bryce to tell her where he is taking me but I didn't. My mind wasn't even nearly as Bryce took me out. I was so desperate to be out, desperate to be free.
Now that I think of her, I am worried. Worried about her mental health and what she will think when she gets to know that I am no longer in the whorehouse.
I woke up very early this morning feeling hungry. I dragged my tired body from the bed and walked out, thinking of what direction to go to get to the kitchen and find something to eat. I didn't want Bryce to know so I found my first in the kitchen.
There were leftovers from the pastalaya I ate last night. Without microwaving it, I attack
