[My Art] Lea's Odd Jobs

When is a victim no longer a victim? Probably when they find someone that they can victimize themselves. You can't just push people around forever and not expect it to affect them. Trauma has a way of changing people. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ My footfalls echo down the hallway as I reach the door to my room. Hastily turning and locking the door behind me, I listen closely. Heavier feet close the distance and I brace for my door to be collided with. Instead, I hear nothing. Until... "~Sophiaaaa. C'mon. You know this is just a privacy lock, right?" Lea's voice emanates from just beyond the door. "What kinda babysitter are you! I didn't do ANYTHING. Why are you chasing me around MY house!?" I shout back, considering my options. I can't go out the window. We're on the 2nd floor. This room only has one entrance... and exit. Maybe I could hide under my bed and— "Because for once I can! I put up with shitty customer's all day at work. Now you gotta put up with me. Least till your mom gets home." "It sounds like you're just trying to take out your problems on me, lady. Who hurt you?" I panickily ask, sliding things out from under my bed. This was my only chance. "Well just a few days ago a lady shoved me down her pants. The back, that is. Do you have any idea how long I was stuck smelling her nasty ass till she let me out? Do you!?" The aggression in her voice is rising. I don't know what any of this has to do with me but the more I hear the more she sounds unhinged. "TEN HOURS, Sophia! TEN! I had to smell this rank bitches' farts for 10 whole hours." I can hear a faint clicking from the doorknob. Was she picking the lock!? "And uhh... how does that make you feel?" I try to keep a calm demeanor to my voice as I crawl under the bed. Why was I talking to her? What's wrong with me? "Pissed! Just like getting psychoanalyzed by a freaking 12-year-ol —" A sharp clicking noise cuts her off. "—Oh, there we go." I watch her feet enter my room from beneath the bed. I needed her to walk to the end of the room to the open window. When she peers over to see if I jumped, that's my chance. I can crawl out and make a break for it. She sighs and stands in place. I don't dare move a muscle. "Y'know, when I was trapped in that horrible women's pants the other day, I had a lot of time to think. I wondered what it's like to be her? To be on top? To be in power. Bile rises in my throat as I begin to see where she's going with this. "I know what hiding feels like, Sophia. To cower in fear while you wait for what's gonna happen next. Hoping you aren't found." What's gonna happen next? Is... is she gonna shove me in her pants like the lady in her story? A cold shiver runs down my spine. She isn't moving, why isn't she moving? "Praying that the big scary lady goes and checks the window while you run away. Praying that she doesn't check under the bed." My blood runs cold. All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!