“It’s alright,” Crystal said, reaching across and putting her hand on Isabel’s arm. “No need to leave. Don’t worry about it. I’m not the police or security or anything like that.”
Isabel stayed seated but kept her chair pushed back.
Crystal looked at Isabel intently for several moments. “You’re running, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Isabel fought hard, but in the end, the weight of the last few days got to her, and she couldn’t keep tears from forming in her eyes. She hesitated, and then she nodded.
Crystal produced a tissue and handed it to Isabel. Isabel wiped her eyes and said, “Thanks.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know-running,” Crystal said. “Sometimes, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, know what I mean?”
Isabel nodded.
“Did someone hurt you?”
Isabel studied the table without answering.
Crystal looked at Isabel. It was silent for a minute, and then she said, “I was just like you, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I ran. I had to leave-probably about your age. What are you sixteen? Seventeen?”
“Sixteen,” Isabel said. “Yesterday was my birthday.”
Crystal smiled brightly. “Happy birthday!” Then, just as quick, her smile vanished. “Did you leave on your birthday?”
Isabel nodded, tears starting again.
“That’s dope. That takes guts,” Crystal said. “You should be proud.”
Isabel stared at her, then she looked down. “I had to leave,” she said quietly.
Crystal leaned forward. “Isabel,” she said, “look at me.”
Isabel looked up.
“It’s like I said-I know what you mean. I had two stepbrothers who took turns raping me for six years starting when I was ten years old,” Crystal said. “When you say ‘I had to leave,’ I know exactly what you mean. I had to leave, too.”
Isabel stared at her. “Really?”
“Really. I couldn’t stay another day.” Crystal rolled up the sleeve on her left arm and revealed a series of scars. “See these? I used to cut myself to make the pain go away.” Isabel cringed at the thought. Crystal noticed. “You don’t cut yourself, do you?”
Isabel shook her head. “No.”
“Good girl. A lot of girls do, you know. But it doesn’t work. The little pain’s supposed to make the big pain go away. But it only works for a little while. Then you find out that the big pain’s still there. And to top it off, you’re left with these fucking scars.” She rolled her sleeve back down. She looked at Isabel. “I understand where you’re coming from, Isabel. I was right where you were five years ago.”
It was quiet for a few moments. Then Isabel said, “It’s my stepfather.”
Crystal nodded.
“For more than four years now.”
“Bastard. I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
Isabel nodded.
“I hate how these fuckers think they can do this to us and get away with it.”
Isabel nodded. “You really went through the same thing?” She could hardly believe that this beautiful woman had once experienced a horror similar to her own.
Crystal nodded. “Really. I showed you the scars, didn’t I?” She paused. “At least the scars that show. Most of ’em don’t, you know.”
Isabel looked at her for a second and then said, “What about now? What do you do now?”
Crystal smiled and flipped her long hair back over her shoulder. “I got lucky,” she said. “I met a really great guy. Now, I work with him in his company; we do entertainment scheduling.”
“You are lucky. You’re really beautiful.”
Crystal smiled. “Thank you. But you should know-you’re as pretty as I am, sweetie. Maybe even prettier.”
“Me?” Isabel said. She found this hard to believe.
Crystal laughed as she pretended to look around; then she returned her focus to Isabel. “Who else is here, girl? Yeah, you. A little makeup, some nice clothes,” she waved her hand at Isabel, “you’d have guys falling all over you. And I mean good guys. Guys who have lots of money and who’ll treat you right.” Crystal seemed absolutely bubbly.
Isabel rolled her eyes. Given her situation at home, she didn’t think about boys very often. This was more than she could even imagine.
“Isabel,” Crystal said, leaning forward again and speaking softly. “Listen to me. You seem like a sweet girl. And I know where you’re coming from because I was in the exact same boat.”
Isabel nodded.
Crystal continued. “Donnie-he’s my boyfriend-Donnie and I have a spare bedroom. If you want, I can ask him if it’d be okay if you stay with us for a little while-until you’re on your feet, I mean. You’d have a safe place to stay, plenty to eat. I’ll even take you shopping for some nice clothes.”
Isabel hesitated. “Why would you do that?” she asked. It had been a long time since anyone other than her friend Kelli had been nice to her. She couldn’t help being suspicious.
Crystal smiled. “Because I guess I see a little bit of me in you, that’s why. And I sure wish someone would have helped me out when I was in your situation.”
This resonated with Isabel. Things were moving fast, but at least they seemed to be moving in the right direction. Still, she hadn’t planned things out this far, and she was struggling to keep up.
“By the way,” Crystal said, “if you left yesterday, where’d you stay last night?”
Isabel looked down. “Under a tree,” she said.
“Oh, sweetie,” Crystal said, smiling, “you gotta stay with us. You don’t want to do that again, do you?”
That reminder, plus the realization that she had no other real options, pushed Isabel over the edge. “I don’t suppose it would hurt to stay with you guys for a while,” she said. “I don’t have any money to pay you, though.”
Crystal smiled. “I didn’t ask you for any money, did I?”
Isabel shook her head.
Crystal reached for her purse. “Let me call Donnie and ask him, alright?”
Isabel nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”
Twenty minutes later, Isabel and Crystal stood at the curb near the valet parking stand. Isabel wore her backpack and carried her purse. Soon, a white BMW 750i pulled up. All of the windows were darkened, so it was impossible to see inside. “Here he is,” Crystal said.
Isabel didn’t know much about cars, but she recognized the BMW logo and was impressed. The car was very shiny-even the wheels were sparkling chrome. The driver parked the car alongside the curb and got out. He was a tall, very good-looking, young black man with his hair cut short. He wore black slacks and a tight-fitting, short-sleeved black Under Armour shirt, covered with a loose-fitting burgundy linen jacket. A large, expensive-looking gold watch was just visible on his left wrist, peeking out from under the sleeve of his jacket.
As the driver walked around the front of the car to the curb, the passenger door opened, and another young man stepped out. He was shorter-average height and his skin was paler than the driver’s.. His hair was straightened, gelled, and brushed back. He, too, was nicely dressed-a sharp young man. Both men made an impression on Isabel. They were as good-looking in their own right as Crystal was in hers. To Isabel, they all looked like wealthy fashion models.
“Hey, baby,” the driver said as he walked up to Crystal and hugged her. “You all done?”
“Think so,” Crystal said.
“Good,” the man said. “We are, too.” After a few moments, he glanced over at Isabel. He let Crystal go and said, “Is this your friend?”
“Uh-huh,” Crystal said. “Donnie Martin-this is Isabel-” she turned and looked at Isabel, “-Isabel, I don’t know your last name.”
“Delgado,” Isabel said.
“Isabel Delgado,” Crystal said.
Donnie walked over to her. He towered above her by more than a foot. “Isabel,” he said, reaching for her small hand. “What a beautiful name.” His voice was smooth and deep.
Isabel blushed. “Thanks,” she said. “It’s good to meet you.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” Donnie said. His smile revealed a gleaming set of perfectly capped white teeth. He nodded toward the other man. “This ugly dude over here is my homeboy DeMichael. His friends-we-all call him Mikey.”