Fixed Love

“Mrs. Mathews, to checkout lane one. Mrs. Theresa Mathews, checkout lane one.” The speaker said as I was reaching up to grab the last strawberry propel.

Why do they need me?

I huff, giving up on the propel that’s too high up for my reach, and head towards lane one.

I see 4 bodies surrounding the lane, and 2 are in police suits.

What….?

I didn’t do anything wrong?

“I’m…Theresa Mathews…” I announced walking up with my cart.

The bulky police officer turned, putting his hands on his hips and facing me.

“Your gonna need to leave your cart and follow me Miss.” He stated.

“Did I do something wrong?” I raised an eyebrow.

“We’ll see when you get there, come with us Mrs. Mathews.” Another interjected putting his hand on my waist.

I quickly moved away and looked around.

“Were? Am I going to the police station?” I said louder then intended, and saw that I had an audience.

“Let’s continue this outside yeah?” One officer suggested but I obliged.

“No. you can’t take me anywhere without charging me sir. I know my rights.” I shook my head.

The first officer grabbed my arm sternly and looked me in the eye.

“I suggest you listen, before you make this worse.” He demanded.

I backed my face away at his breath.

“With all due respect, I know my rights and-“ I started before a cloth was covered over my mouth causing me to drift asleep.

~

I jolt up, slamming my head on the wall behind me.

I turn around, to iron walls, and beside me are other girls with tape over there mouth, staring at me intently.

The room I’m inside is pretty big, iron covering, and on the opposite side are men, their mouths also lined with tape.

Seeing no one besides the men and women sitting on the ground, I licked the tape until I could wriggle it off my mouth and onto the concrete floor.

“Do you know what’s going on?” I whispered to a girl beside me who looked fairly familiar.

Vivo. That’s were.

I work at a little Italian restaurant called Vivo, and I’ve seen her there before. I look around to the 15 or so girls and most of them look fairly recognizable.

I look around to the boys to see if I recognize any of them and one of them immediately catches my eye.

*Flashback*

Id been crying for 3 days straight, but I was forced to go to work or I would be fired.

My best friend committed suicide, and there was nothing I could do to save her.

My eyes were clearly red, and I was still sniffling but I took the notepad and walked up to a table.

It was one of the worst weeks of my life. Sarah committed suicide, and I was getting evicted from my apartment since I couldn’t pay for it.

“What can I get for you?” I asked a group of boys at table 4.

“Cola please.” A nice boy with curly hair answered swiftly.

They all ordered drinks and I was still upset about Sarah and shaking from what happened.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t get any of their orders right, but they still smiled and said thank you.

When I brought out there food, I was shaking and the entire order went smashing to the ground, food and all.

I went in the back and cried and another waiter came out to pick it up and give them the right orders.

They still gave me a 50$ tip.

*End of flashback*

The one who paid, the blonde one with a lip ring, was standing 20 feet in front of me, closing his eyes. He had tape on his mouth and was leaning against the wall.

One of the police officers that took me walked in and eyed me.

“You took off your tape huh?” He assumed and everyone looked at me.

“Alright!” he shouted, and 6 more men in police officers walked out and stood in a line in front of all of us.

“Alright!” he shouted, and 6 more men in police officers walked out and stood in a line in front of all of us.

“Take off the tape, not the rope!” he ordered.

The men went around ripping off the tape from everyone’s mouth.

Most of the girls were crying, and the man in charge sat down in front of all of us.

“Well, I’m gonna tell you right now, so you girls can shut up! We won’t hurt you,” he blurted, “IF. You cooperate. You have no choice in this. As you already know half of us are police. So don’t even try to come crying or call the police, because we are the police. And if you do, do you really think they would believe you guys over the police? I think not. So anyways, were going to tell you what’s up.” He shouted.

“There are 40 of you. Twenty boys and twenty girls. The ages range between nineteen all the way to sixty seven. Most of the older men volunteered to be here. Yes you can volunteer. Don’t think you did something wrong or fucked up, so that’s why you’re here. We picked you guys completely random. So ladies get a good look, and pucker up. You will be paired up with each of these men and eventually get married to one of them.”

Notes

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