Rescuing Mary (Delta Force Heroes #9)

Prologue

“You listen to me, Mary, and listen good. Men are dogs. Good-for-nothing, low-down, rotten liars. All they want is to get in your pants. No matter what they say, they’re incapable of love. You hear me?”

Mary didn’t know why a boy would want to wear a girl’s pants, but she knew better than to disagree with Mama so she said obediently, “Yes, Mama.”

“And if they say they want to help you, what do you do?”

“Don’t believe them.”

“Right. Why?”

“Because they always have an ulteer motive.” Mary had no idea what that meant. She’d asked once and Mama had started yelling at her and telling her not to question her atority. Whatever that meant. So now she knew to simply answer the questions as she’d been taught.

“Right. They always have an ulterior motive. They never do nothing for free. Remember that. And when they say they love you, what do you do?”

“Nod and agree. Take what they’re willin’ to give until they leave.”

“Exactly. If you gotta open your legs to get what you want in this life, you do it. Money, drugs, a place to live…it don’t matter what it is…but never get attached. Hear me?”

Mary nodded immediately. She was confused once more, but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t know why opening her legs would make a boy give her money, but she knew better than to ask.

Her mom sat back on the couch and gulped down the clear liquid in the glass she’d been holding.

Mary bit her little lip and studied her mama.

She was wearing the same clothes she’d had on the day before, and the day before that.

She kinda smelled and didn’t seem to notice that she hadn’t eaten in a day and a half…

or that she hadn’t fed her little girl in the same amount of time.

She’d been drinking the clear, nasty-smelling stuff for two days.

And Mary hadn’t seen Uncle Brad in two days either.

Mary wasn’t an idiot. She knew Uncle Brad wasn’t really her uncle, but since Mama asked her to call him that, she did.

Brad was actually one of the nicer men who had stayed with them.

He didn’t hit, and sometimes he even smiled at her.

Alan had hit Mama and made her cry. Harry had sat on the couch and drank the clear liquid all the time.

And… Mary couldn’t remember the name of the man before Harry, but he’d had a huge belly and burped and farted all the time. It was gross.

“Mama’s tired now,” her mama said. “Go to your room and play, okay?”

Mary nodded. She was tired of being in her room and she was hungry, but she agreed anyway. Mama was being kinda nice at the moment and she didn’t want to do anything that would make that change.

Maybe Mama would remember to cook dinner tonight. Last night, she drank the clear liquid until she fell asleep on the couch, and Mary was afraid to go into the kitchen to try to find something to eat.

21 Years Ago, Age 9

“Get out!”

“Fuck you!”

“You already did. Now get out!”

“You weren’t even that good. Newsflash, bitch, men don’t like it when you scrape their cocks with your teeth!”

Mary heard her mama arguing with Uncle Ron and immediately slid off her thin mattress onto the floor and got under her bed. She put her hands over her ears, but could still hear them yelling at each other.

“You’re nothing but white trash!” Uncle Ron yelled, then Mary heard glass breaking.

“That’s better than being a stingy asshole!” Mama yelled back.

“Stingy? I’ve done nothing but give you money since I moved in,” Uncle Ron replied. “I bought you booze. I bought groceries every week so you could fucking eat. You haven’t even once said thank you. Not once. I even paid attention to your brat, which is more than you ever do.”

“I knew you had your eye on her! Shame on you, lusting after a nine-year-old. You think she can suck your dick better than me?”

“Fuck! I don’t have an eye on your daughter. Are you sick or somethin’?”

“Don’t bullshit me,” Mama told him. “I knew from the second I introduced you that you wanted her.”

“I feel sorry for you. No—I feel sorry for your poor daughter. It has to suck having you for a mom.”

“Fuck you! I’m the best thing that ever happened to her.”

“What a joke,” Uncle Ron said, then laughed.

“I’m not a joke!” Mama screeched. “You are. All men are! You were all too happy to move in here because you knew you’d get your cock wet whenever you wanted.

But the second I ask you for help, the strings come out.

I’ll buy you booze if you suck my dick, baby.

I’ll buy you food if you let me fuck you up the ass.

You’re all the same! You don’t give a shit about me, selfish bastard! ”

“Maybe if you opened your goddamned eyes, you’d see what’s right in front of your face. You’re gonna ruin that sweet little kid. Mark my words. She’s gonna turn out just like you.”

“Of course she is. I’m her mama!”

“I’m outta here,” Uncle Ron said. “I’m sure you’ll find another sucker to take my place within the week. Don’t forget to feed your kid. She can’t live on alcohol and drugs like you can.”

“Good riddance!” Mama screamed.

Mary heard a door slam and she held her breath.

The words weren’t anything she hadn’t heard before when Mama had fights with the uncles, but she was kinda surprised that Uncle Ron had brought her into the argument.

Most of the men didn’t care about her, and Mary had learned to stay quiet and out of the way.

She waited for her mama to come in and give her the speech she now had memorized. She’d been giving her the same tired speech for as long as she could remember.

“Mary?” her mama called. “Get out here!”

Sighing, Mary rolled out from under the bed and headed for the door. She knew if she didn’t, Mama would just come looking for her and drag her out.

“Men suck! Got that?” Mama asked when Mary was standing in front of her in the small living area of their trailer.

“Yes, Mama.”

“All they want is to get you in bed. They’ll take, take, take, and take, and won’t give a flying fuck what you want.”

“Yes, Mama.”

“If a boy tells you he loves you, what does he really mean?” she demanded.

“That he wants to sleep with you.” Mary was old enough now to know that when a boy slept with a girl, they weren’t actually sleeping.

They were having sex. She knew all about that too.

Mama had described what that was in detail two years ago.

It sounded gross to her, but Mama seemed to like it enough.

“And once he sleeps with you?” her mama demanded.

“He’ll leave.”

“Exactly. Now go away. My head hurts.”

Without another word, Mary headed back to her room.

Ignoring her growling tummy, she grabbed her thin comforter, the one Uncle Thomas got for her, and her pillow, and crawled back under her bed.

Under there, she could pretend that she was someone different.

That she lived in a big house, had a mama and poppy who loved her and said nice things to her.

That they sat down at a big table heaping with food every night.

She also pretended that she didn’t have a different uncle living with them every month.

Sometime in the last four years, Mary had realized that her mama wasn’t normal. Other kids had parents who would cook for them, wash their clothes, and wouldn’t sit around the house all day drinking vodka.

The big thing she never understood was, if her mama didn’t like men, why did she keep inviting them to move into the trailer with them?

15 Years Ago, Age 15

Mary shut the door as quietly as possible as she entered the trailer. Turning, she went to go to her room, but stopped dead in her tracks.

Mama was standing there. Her eyes were bloodshot and she swayed on her feet.

She was drunk. Again.

Not that it was any big surprise, but Mary had hoped she’d be passed out by the time she got home.

“You sleep with him?” Mama asked belligerently.

“No.”

“Could’a fooled me. You look like a slut. Got a pile of makeup on your face. Your dress is short. What, he told you he loves you and you gave it up, right? After everything I’ve taught you.”

“No, Mama. We went to the dance, hung out with friends, and he brought me straight home.”

Mary took a step back as her mama came toward her.

Her arm flew up and she slapped Mary right across the face.

Mary brought a hand to her cheek and stared at her mama in shock.

“Don’t lie to me! You’re sleepin’ around, I know it.

Men suck. Why won’t you get that through your stupid brain?

You can’t believe ’em when they tell you they care about you.

You can’t believe ’em when they say they want to help.

They don’t. All they want is to stick their dick inside you and get off. ”

“Brian’s not like that,” Mary said softly. “He likes me. He’s nice.”

“The hell he is,” Mama sneered. “They’re all like that.

Mark my words. In the end, he’ll hurt you, and I’ll not give you an ounce of sympathy.

I’ve warned you time and time again that you can’t trust men.

That they’ll screw you over every single time.

If you want to fuck him, fine, but don’t pretend that you’ll get anything out of it other than some mediocre sex.

He’ll leave you. They always do. Now, get out of my face. ”

Mary hurried around her mama to her room. She’d had a good time at the school dance and her mom had ruined it.

Brian was a junior, and two years older than her, but he’d done nothing more than kiss her.

He’d said he liked her and enjoyed spending time with her.

He made Mary laugh and, more than that, she felt safe around him.

She didn’t need to worry about other boys trying to cop a feel or bullying her.

Brian hadn’t groped her when he’d kissed her and hadn’t pressured for more.

Her mom was wrong about him. She knew it.

14 Years Ago, Age 16

“I’m sorry, Mary, but it’s over,” Brian said in a cold tone she’d never heard him use with her before.