You, with the Eyes. Chapter I

Chapter I - "Hussongs"

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She wasn’t the most poise girl on the block, but she was definitely a sight to see. Grey eyes that sparked when the sun hit them just right. Her hair sat below her shoulder blades and swayed effortlessly as the wind blew its’ soft breath upon her. She loved the feeling of her back being tickled, it kept her innocence alive. Dahlia grew up as most girls living in a tourist town like Guerrero Negro. She had a big family and surrounded by many outsiders. Unfortunately, her father died at a young age and her mother was an addict to the worlds’ natural abused remedies. Her grandmother, Emma-Lisa, raised her but fell short in the parenting portion of the guardianship. Emma-Lisa was a known prostitute and she occasionally harbored fugitives who were involved in local drug dealings. Dahlia didn’t have a choice but to witness and experience an upbringing that was unfair to her.

At the age of ten, Dahlia began puberty and her natural assets began to unravel. She began to speak and move as her older influences had influenced her. Her body was fit and her mind was tainted by her upbringing. At eleven years old, she had her first boyfriend. He was fifteen. They met at school and instead of being a place where a young girl goes to fill her mind with important information that would guide her to a future profession, she was trapped in a systematically damaging environment.

Her fifteen-year-old boyfriend, Christian, was part of a trafficking ring. He was coerced to gather young girls and convince them to participate in sexual acts involving some of the teachers at their school. Although disgusting, it was rumored and spoken about around town, yet, no one did anything to stop this corruption. Christian had invited Dahlia to a local party house and unfortunately, she obliged. Dahlia and Christian were raped by two third grade teachers that night. Christian committed suicide the next morning, or so the reports would say the following week.

Becoming aware of the heinous crime, Emma-Lisa decided to gather Dahlia and her belongings and move to the upcoming city of Ensenada. Dahlia thrived in this new city. She was the new girl in the area and her beauty remained intact. Although the rape had chipped a bit of her soul, and she was now cautious of men, she remained gracious. Emma-Lisa somehow convinced Dahlia to believe that the rape was not her fault and that demons had gotten a hold of her. She explained that only demons can sniff the innocence and purity of a child, and that’s how she knew Dahlia was a good girl. Dahlia felt comfort in these statements. She never once believed that the vile actions taken upon her body were a result of her stupidity or her bad judgement; which although twisted, and very true… this was not her fault.

At twelve years old, Dahlia became more aware of Emma-Lisa’s “nightly encounters” at their house. Things that she witnessed back home were finally beginning to make sense to her. She began to become frustrated with her grandmothers’ conduct and started to go out. Since her body was matured and her mind was rushed into adulthood, she figured that there wouldn’t be a problem in entering a dance club. Dahlia loved to dance. The sound of music made her feel alive. The bass entering from her soles made its way to her heart and kept her in love with the feeling of freedom.

Up until this very moment, where she stood in line waiting to enter Hussongs Cantina and Dance, she never once believed that she lived in a world with no meaning or hope. But being impacted by the realization that her father was dead, her mother was an addict and her grandma was a prostitute, her soul began to darken. She was next to enter the club but not before she heard a loud crash on the main street. It seemed that a red Jeep had cut off a pedestrian causing another car to swerve onto the sidewalk. She paid no mind to it and began to enter the building that would collect her innocence once more.