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This starts off right after Louie's mom is shot and Damian is taken away.


Chapter One

Chihaya opened her green eyes for the first time in what seemed like years. Her mind was blank. All she could remember was being on a ship, being thrown out of her room, bound, gagged, and tossed over the side into the water, sinking like a stone.

Was she dead? She didn't feel dead, if the aching in her spine and limbs was any indication that she was alive. She was lying in a bed. It was neatly made up as if it belonged to someone. Someone that wasn't her.

She looked around. The room had modest furnishings. A nice wooden dresser and flowers on tables and flowery wallpaper.

Where was she?

She threw back the covers and stood up, her feet landing softly on the ground. She was 6 years old, and barely 4 feet tall. Tall for a girl her age, but underweight.

Her family was poor, so poor they had decided to sell their only daughter so they could afford another meal. They sold her to some unknown recipient. However the trip had been cut short when the police had gotten ahold of the van she and a few others were in and sent them on a ship to the Isle de Gambino.

After that was a blur. She didn't understand much. She just did what she was told to do and hoped she wouldn't have to get on another boat.

The door opened a crack and a child about her age ran into the room. He had long black hair that was tied back and pale skin.

They stared at each other for a moment before he ran into the closet. She could see tears in his eyes. Curious, she followed him, standing outside the door.

"Hi" she said to him.

"Go away" said the boy.

"I was here first"

"Nuh uh this is my momma's room" the boy sniffled

"Why ya crying?"

"..."

"Don't wanna tell?"

There came a soft "No" from the closet and she sat down in front of it.

"I promise I won't tell"

"...I..."

More sniffles before she heard sobs coming from the closet. She reached up and opened the door and she saw the boy hugging his knees, crying into them.

She felt the overwhelming urge to hug him them. She took his head in her arms and hugged his neck. He started sobbing into her shirt and grabbed ahold of her nightgown with his fists.

"You don't haveta tell me."