Kila felt sick as she saw the scars, his whole back looked like it had been dragged across barbed wire or some again and again. She wanted to say sorry but wasn't sure if it was her place, she could only stare at him speechlessly for a while; dumbfounded and scared, what had she gotten herself into? This kid was a whole lot more than just an abuse victim he was a survival story, and one day he would be a great man, someone who wouldn't belittle others, who knew their pain and would actually care. 'Whoa, calm down Ms. Cleo.' she chastised herself silently.

"I won't ever abandon you... we'll get out of here together Trace. I have some money saved up too, I've been working for a while so I could split when the time came. Do you want to leave together, and start a new life? Go somewhere where you can be free?" she asked in a soft and low voice.