Cedar fought Red,
"Don'' 'et 'im say 'at to you, don'' 'et 'im be mean to ya." she siad, she fought to stand up again, but a worker on her other side shoved her to her seat. The overseer continue dto glare and reahing over grabbed at Cedar's collar, lifting her up a bit,
"Don't talk back, little girl, or I'll send your little teddy bear through the shredder." he threatened. Cedar's eyes dropped to her work and one hand went to clutching at her bear as she was let to sit backd own.
Westing nearly passed out, the bellows were malfunctioning and the room was stiffling hot. There felt like there was no air, teh over seer was screaming at him and his team to work teh giant, broken bellows faster and faster, but they couldn't becuase they were broken.
Red worked quietly, trying not to cry. She hated when the children got yelled at "Cedar it'll be ok..."
Cedar nodded, though one hand clutched at her bear now as the overseer stalked off. She stared at her work, suddenly subdued and quiet. her happiness had disapated adns he slumped in her seat as she worked,
"Don'' 'et 'im 'urt Ridge, p'ease, Red." she whispered sadly as she worked.
"I won't baby doll..." she murmured as she dyed some fabric green. "I will keep him safe, I promise."
Cedar kept working at the dye station all day. The overseer seemed especially mad at her and yellled at her a lot, he smacked her a lot to, and threatened to beat her, but never did. Cedar hadn't smiled since the overseer had threatened to shred up her bear. She just did her work as fast well as she could. The over seemed to have a problem with Red and constantly yelled at her, someimes he'd kick and smack her like he did Cedar.
By the end of the day Red was covered in dark bruises. She clocked out and looked at Cedar worriedly
Cedar was dragging her feet, she clocked out like everyone else and shuffled out of the factory. Her pale skin was covered in dark, swollen bruises. She stared at the ground, taking her teddy bear out of her pocket and clutched it in her arms until they were out of sight of the factory. This had been one of her worst days. She kept her eyes on her bare feet, she held tightly to her bear,
"The ove'see' look at ya funny." she finally said to Red which was true, the over seer had been giving Red sidelong glanced all day and grinned creepily at hr soetimes, brushing against her whenevr he walked past. Even when he hot hr he had that creepy grin on his face.
Westing clocked out of work, he was a sweaty mess, his muscles ached, there were thin whip marks on his back from his overseer and he felt dehydrated. He stumbled towards the 'house' he mae and walked in, he'd forgotten about the girls, who were there yet and was soon as he entered the house he ripped his shirt off and stripped down to his boxers, he grabbed a towel and started to wipe the sweat off his body, he also got a drink of water.
Reding bit her lip "I... I know. He does it a lot... It scares me..." she murmured true fear in her blood colored eyes. She was scared he'd try something someday. No. She knew he would. It was just a matter of time until he'd call her to his office and...
Westing went into the bathroom area, still just in hsi boxers, he didn't bother to close the curtain or anything, he looked at himself in the mirrior. He had five o.clock shadow. Westing readied the shaving cream and lathered hi face, then he started to shave. He laughed at himself as he shaved, his back was a mess from the whipping he'd received and he was worrying about him chin not being clean shaven.
Cedar walked up to the hut and pushed the door open,
"W'at'lll 'e do to ya? W'y 'e look at ya funny?' she asked, she didn't like the look that the overseer gave Red, her father had given her that look sometimes, nothing good had ever happened when her father gave her that look.
Red bit her lip, looking at her still innocent body. It was surprising that a fifteen-year-old girl, and an attractive one at that, has escaped being taken advantage of for so long "Do you really want me to answer that...?" she murmured
"I woul'n't a asked it if I didn'' wan' ya to answer i'." Cedar saud she walked inside, the first thing she noticed was Westing's blood shirt tossed in a corner, and then the sound of whistling coming fro the bathroom. She peeked into the bathroom, Westing was standing in hsi boxers and shaving, blood covere dhis bakc and dripped down from it.
Red saw it too "Westing... are you bleeding? And Cedar he'll take something from me I have fought to keep to myself." she mumbled
Cedar gave a frustrated sigh, Red was avoiding ehr question! Westing turne dto them and goraned,
"I forgot...girls." he siad, he quickly darted past them and yanked his camo pants on ov erhis boxer, then he finished shaving,
"And yes I may be bleeding, but I'm fine." he added in response to Red, he looekd her and Cedar up and down, both had bruises,
"You ain't lookin' too cool yourself." he added, walking oast them. He was still bare chested, not wanting to put his shirt on and hurt the lashing on his back.
Red shrugged "we were whipped. Cedar he'd rap3 me." She said bluntly, sitting on a crate and leaning her head in her hands
* weren't XD
Cedar still showed no comprehension. She didn't know what that word meant. She gave up on making Red explain and went to the corner to play with Ridge and ignore her hunger pains in her stomach.
Westing sat down,
"Who would to what?" he asked as he situated himself on the crate. He was hungry too, but they couldn't go out to get food, around this time day there were a lot of enforcers, they have to wait for night fall before they could go out. He rose his arms above his head, as if ti stretch, but let them fall quickly, his back ached.
Red looked down "The overseer... He was giving me a look... You know... THE look... I think he's planning to try something... Cedar rap3 is being touched and usd when you don't want it." Loralie was trying not to cry.
Cedar stopped playin and toddled over to Red, patting her back,
"Don'' cry." she said, she held Ridge out to Red, "'Ere you can 'old Ridge, he alway 'elps me 'en I'm sad." she said. Westing got off of his crate seat and opened the crate up. He started to search through the various torn cloths and ripped up clothes, he finally pulle dout a good sized knife. The blade was sharp and long and the handle smooth, with finger grips. She searched a bit more and our a sheath and belt, He sheathed the knife and handed it to Red,
"Here, put this so it's wrapped around your waist inside you pant waist. If it's outside they'll see it and take it away." he said, "Ya understand? he sked as he continue dto search through the crate.
Red took it, unsheathing the knife and spinning it deftly. She smiled weakly, belting it as he had told her. She took Ridge and hugged him tight, strangely feeling better and she held the stuffed animal. "Thanks... both of you..."
Westing watched her and came froward, he gently pulled her to her feet and fixed teh wiats of ehr pants and her belt so that the belt and knife were completely hidden by the pants,
"THere, ya gotta do it that way..." he siad, "It's better if you put your belt and such on the morning before you put you pants on, then you can pull the pants over the belt adn such." he explained, he shut the crate and sat back down on it.
"Tol' ya, Ri'ge woul' 'elp!" she said, she held sat down at Red's feet, Red and Westing were on the only to seats,
"Can I've a kni'e?" she asked eagerly. Westing rose his eyebrows. And scratched his chin, thinking.