Post 4 of 4 From my Daughters Series

“Daughters” is my continuing series based on the fact of human trafficking in America.
Eighteen-year-old Emma is the strong female lead in all books of the series.

Daughters Book 4 The Little Girl From Down the Street (43,000 words)
Fayanne has pretty auburn hair and green eyes, but doesn’t smile much. At nine she’s losing her mom to Alzheimer’s. She’s too young to understand what it means when her mom gets that funny look in her eyes and then sometimes acts like she doesn’t even know her…but the worst is what her mom’s boyfriend does to her at night. She wonders if what he does is right, and good, and should she even like it? She has questions but nobody to ask, until one day while walking to school she meets another man, a nice man. They talk, a lot, but she’s afraid to ask him that one question she really wants to know.
Fayanne begins this story. Emma doesn’t appear until the last scene of Chapter 7.
Fayanne and her mother have been abandoned and left with a non-running car, under an interstate bridge with other homeless families. When a man and his teenage son arrive, and offer a house to live in, warmth, and food, they accept.
Excerpt from end of Chapter 3 Her Own Room, and beginning of Chapter 4.
Fayanne is nearly beside herself with the perceived good fortune for her and her mom; she didn’t know there would be a payment required.

She stirred the water, and just couldn’t wait to get in! Another minute she let the hot water run—she was so excited, and so happy those two men had come to her and her mom’s rescue!
She stopped the water, stirred once more, then removed the towel and stepped into the water and sat down…ahhhhhh…so wonderful. She just sat and gently moved the washcloth over her body, finally began adding soap, and continued luxuriating…and discovered shampoo! After covering herself with shampoo and soap everywhere she washed off, then slid herself down and the water actually covered her body. She felt so good…and slept.
First Visit

Time passed. Fayanne sensed the water cooling and came out of her slumber, and opened her eyes.
There stood the older man, staring at her…staring at her middle.
Her heart nearly stopped. Instinctively her hands covered her breasts. They yet had barely made themselves noticeable but she wanted them covered anyway—and below her stomach—
“That’s okay, Fayanne,” the man said, his eyes kind of smiling but mostly staying on her middle, staring, even with her hand covering herself, “You finish your bath, and later I will come to your room to say goodnight.” Then he left, but kept his eyes on her middle until he was out the door.
Excerpt from Chapter 11 Max’s Attempt
Max is Fayanne’s new stepbrother. He has just made an attempt but she escaped. Earlier she lost the friendship of her slightly “older” best friend at school.

She reached the park. Already soaked from the rain but she didn’t care and just ran on, and reached the girls’ restroom. The door was open. She stepped in. Nobody was there. She locked the outside door and moved quickly to the stall in the corner and entered, and locked it too, and sat down on the stool.
Many times she had sat there and nobody ever bothered her, and suddenly she realized that every time Max’s dad came to her in the night she had come to this exact same place the next time she had a chance. A couple times she had even skipped school….
School. She didn’t ever want to go back to school. She pulled her legs up onto the stool with her, wrapped her arms around her shins and just sank into herself.
She was alone in the world; she accepted that.
She had no friends.
Nobody loved her.
She might as well die.
Excerpt from the last scene of Chapter 15 “I Have to Go.”
Emma and Fayanne finally meet, temporarily, but Fayanne receives her first real taste of trust, sincerity, and love. Fayanne has the viewpoint here, Emma in the next excerpt.

“Please don’t leave, Fayanne….”
She jerked her attention back to the young woman, “How do you know my name?” She almost screamed her question, and felt even more like crying—but crying never helps!
“My dad told me. He’s a good man, Fayanne.”
“I know he is!” She felt even more like crying—a couple sobbing breaths just grabbed hard at her throat! Then the young woman came across the seat and reached and closed her door, and put her right arm around her shoulders and her hand on her arm, and that touch felt so good! Then she just couldn’t stop the tears and the young woman put her other arm across her front and pulled her close…and her tears poured. She just couldn’t stop them!
“You can trust me, Fayanne. My name is Emma.”
Toast & Jelly

With Fayanne dressed in her robe, eating toast and jelly—as super was nearly finished—and surrounded by Heather, Eugenia and Ava, Emma felt a few moments alone with her dad was required. Once in the garage again, she sat down and Bailey opened the garage doors, as the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to shine.
When he was sat down again, “You are so right, Dad. Something is definitely going on in that house.”
“You feel it too,” Bailey returned, “So with two gut-feelings maybe we can call child services.”
“Not yet. Fayanne evidently has already had an experience with them, not the local one I suppose, but sometime in her past she has.”
“She told you?”
“Not exactly. She asked if I was from child services.”
“I don’t know what she thought when she saw us arrive, and all the hugging that went on, but I have a feeling that she hasn’t experienced much hugging in her life, or love either.”
“Did she tell you anything?”
“No, and I didn’t push. Once she even opened the door to leave…I don’t know why she didn’t except that it was still raining hard. She must have figured I maybe was the lesser of two evils.”
Bailey smiled, “Smart girl.”
“I don’t know, Dad, she’s going to be a tough one.”
The FBI estimates that well over 100,000 children and young women are trafficked in America today. They range in age from 9 to 19, with the average age being 11.
Thousands of young American girls have been abducted or lured from their normal lives and made into sex slaves. While many Americans have heard of human trafficking in other parts of the world — Thailand, Cambodia, Latin America and Eastern Europe, for example — few people know it happens in the United States.
UNICEF estimates that 2 million children per year are exploited in prostitution or pornography.
As many as 300,000 American youth may be at risk of commercial sexual exploitation at any time. Especially vulnerable are the homeless and runaways…one third of runaway youths—girls and boys both—will be lured into prostitution within 48 hours on the streets.
The life expectancy of a sex slave is just seven years; number one cause of death, homicide, number two, AIDs.

Book 1 The Heartbreak of Human Trafficking
(Emma is raped, abducted, placed in high end Las Vegas prostitution.)
Book 2 Emma Gets Payback
(Emma has escaped. She and new best friend, Alexis, have spent six months living with her foster father and renewing themselves. She then goes to college to pursue child psychology and criminal justice so that she can help other girls. But even in the so-called safety of a college campus, her past comes back to haunt her.)
Book 3 The Lure of Pornography
( 2nd year of college Emma goes undercover into the dark world of pornography, to help take down a site brutalizing underage girls.)
Book 4 The Little Girl From Down the Street (Look for it soon; waiting for cover to be finished) (Today’s photo is the cover; needs text)
Book 5 Sorority Animal House (Look for it mid-to-late 2015)
This 5-minute video is heartbreaking and hard to watch. The blindfolds show us how too many in America treat human trafficking: we don’t directly see it, therefore….

This 2-minute video relates a partial story of just one victim, Jessie Foster, and her parents’ unfailing love for her.

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