Slowly, Nadine crossed the room, but then paused, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Whoever was on the other side of the door could at least possibly help her. Or maybe the person on the other side of the door was the one who did this to her. Either way, she had to see who it was.
So with that, she opened the door, revealing another trashy-looking hooker looking back at her. But unlike before, this one wasn't her own reflection.
"Dani?" Nadine asked. Wait, how did she know this girl's name? She didn't know who she was. Or did she? Nadine was absolutely sure that she didn't know who Dani was, but at the same time, she felt familiar. Like she should have known her.
"Come on, Nadine. Get your shit together and let's go," Dani said.
People using profanity ticked Nadine off, usually, but for some reason, it didn't really bother her all that much at the moment. Besides, Dani always cussed. Wait, how did she know that?
Almost on autopilot, Nadine grabbed her purse (a very cheap and tacky purse) from where she spotted it, then headed out with her friend. Was she a friend? She wasn't sure. Although she should have been. No way would a church-girl like Nadine be friends with someone like that. But ... it felt like they should have been friends. Long-time friends. Why was that? What was happening? Why did she feel all of these weird feelings? Why ... what ... where were they going? Her head was spinning with questions.
Down the hallway and out the door they went, then out into the street. After walking along the road, they stopped at a street corner and just waited ... along with a bunch of other girls. Nadine looked around and realized that all the girls were hookers. This was one of those places where hookers worked and got picked up by their clients ... their johns. What was Nadine doing here?! She had to get out of there. She wasn't a hooker! She turned to go back to the seedy apartment she had woken up in (thinking it was probably the safest place to be right now), when ...
