HER OWN CHOICE

Pushing the baggy top over her head, Adelaide's hands trembled for a moment. She ran her hair through her hair, trying to shake off whatever dirt it must have caught. She needed to look clean. She needed to be beautiful and she was desperate to get her hands on some things.

A lot of things.

Her fingers reached under her baggy T-shirt to stroke the bruises she had newly acquired under it. By now, the spot had turned purple and it still hurt as much as it did when she had first gone through the experience.

Walking toward the mirror on the wall, she grabbed a brush and managed to brush through her thick mane of a hair, aware that her guest would be arriving any moment from then. When she finished brushing her hair, she pulled it into a high ponytail and fixed her chapped lips.

She grabbed a pair of shades to wear over her face, mostly to conceal the bruise under her eye which she had worn make up to cover. Her target knew her well and he wouldn't take a second look to know that somethin