with a corrugated iron roof. The rain is wildly thrashing off it, it’s deafening. I hear thunder roaring from afar; it’s damp, loud and petrifying.
I don’t hear him at first because of the rolling thunder, but I smell the moss. He is here, he is tormenting me, and he is going to take me.
He’s behind me; I can hear his breathing increasing. He grabs my hair and yanks me back towards him. My eyes have not adjusted to the darkness yet, but I feel a cold sharp knife blade being held at my throat, and he frees his hand that is pulling my hair. I hear the zip on his jeans and they fall to the floor. I feel the soaking wet denim brush against the back of my legs as they fall. He kicks them off, and I squeal with disgust, feeling his bare flesh against my own. My knees tremble as I shiver and I scream out, but he only slaps my head hard to silence me.
I want my mom. I want Cameron. Why are they not helping? Where are they?
I hear his feet clank on metal chains next to his jeans. I clench my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. I’m going to be tied like my mother, I’m going to feel what she does when she is taken, and my body is going to be crushed. I will be ripped apart. Why am I alone? I am going to die alone.
Tears fall down my face. He licks the side of my face with his wet tongue, and I feel sick. It’s repulsive. I need to scream, but I’m afraid he will stab me with the knife or do awful things with the metal chains.
I beg him not to hurt me, beg him to let me go.
I beg. I beg. I beg.
Punch. Kick. Slap.
I close my eyes again. He yells at me and uses the knife to tear the strap on my vest to rip it off my body. It’s sharp, and I feel hot blood trickle and drip from my left shoulder down my arms to my wrist ... to my finger tip ... he grabs my breasts…
I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!
I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!
God, please! God, please! God, please!
****
I jump upright in my bed, wiping sweat from my brow and gasping for air, clutching my shoulder in a panic. Doris wakes and bolts up to my face, whimpering. She senses my fear as she snuggles her face into my neck, and then I realize where I am.
Safe.
“It’s okay, Doris. I had a bad dream. Stay calm. Let’s try to sleep, little girl,” I whisper.
My lips feel swollen as if I have been biting them in my sleep, I taste blood. I’ve been doing this through fear, and the bed sheets are damp slightly with my perspiration. I cry quietly into her soft velvety fur as she lays her head on my chest comforting me.
Chapter 7
Wings
The alarm goes off at 6.45am.
Slamming my hand on it I pull the pillow over my head. Doris jumps up and barks like mad after hearing the alarm. She’s way too excited, kissing my face and burying into my neck, but if I’m honest, I like it; it’s the one piece of contact in my life I could not do without. Playing with her, I pet her with long strokes for ten minutes, feeling somewhat guilty for leaving her soon.
“Right, Doris. We need to get up. You better be a good girl for Cameron and Mr. Carlin.” I rub her ears and stroke her velveteen coat as she sighs and hums, wagging her tail excitedly. I stretch and smile to myself, knowing I will be enjoying some beautiful culture and sunshine soon.
Walking down the hall, I knock on Hazel’s door. “Hazel, we need to get up. I’m going in for a shower first.” As I open her door, a faux fur cushion comes firing at me.
That will be that then.
I quickly get dried and apply my moisturizers and creams, then go back to my room to grab my hairdryer as I will need it to dry quickly for going outside with Doris. After blasting it, I run my fingers through it. I’m impressed. It’s not frizzy at all, and the curls are loose and undone, looking quite classy and kind of sexy.
Hmm...
I throw it back in a loose ponytail. There. Not as sexy.
I put my silver teardrop stud earrings in, apply makeup, spray some perfume then lift my travel
I don’t hear him at first because of the rolling thunder, but I smell the moss. He is here, he is tormenting me, and he is going to take me.
He’s behind me; I can hear his breathing increasing. He grabs my hair and yanks me back towards him. My eyes have not adjusted to the darkness yet, but I feel a cold sharp knife blade being held at my throat, and he frees his hand that is pulling my hair. I hear the zip on his jeans and they fall to the floor. I feel the soaking wet denim brush against the back of my legs as they fall. He kicks them off, and I squeal with disgust, feeling his bare flesh against my own. My knees tremble as I shiver and I scream out, but he only slaps my head hard to silence me.
I want my mom. I want Cameron. Why are they not helping? Where are they?
I hear his feet clank on metal chains next to his jeans. I clench my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut. I’m going to be tied like my mother, I’m going to feel what she does when she is taken, and my body is going to be crushed. I will be ripped apart. Why am I alone? I am going to die alone.
Tears fall down my face. He licks the side of my face with his wet tongue, and I feel sick. It’s repulsive. I need to scream, but I’m afraid he will stab me with the knife or do awful things with the metal chains.
I beg him not to hurt me, beg him to let me go.
I beg. I beg. I beg.
Punch. Kick. Slap.
I close my eyes again. He yells at me and uses the knife to tear the strap on my vest to rip it off my body. It’s sharp, and I feel hot blood trickle and drip from my left shoulder down my arms to my wrist ... to my finger tip ... he grabs my breasts…
I can’t! I can’t! I can’t!
I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!
God, please! God, please! God, please!
****
I jump upright in my bed, wiping sweat from my brow and gasping for air, clutching my shoulder in a panic. Doris wakes and bolts up to my face, whimpering. She senses my fear as she snuggles her face into my neck, and then I realize where I am.
Safe.
“It’s okay, Doris. I had a bad dream. Stay calm. Let’s try to sleep, little girl,” I whisper.
My lips feel swollen as if I have been biting them in my sleep, I taste blood. I’ve been doing this through fear, and the bed sheets are damp slightly with my perspiration. I cry quietly into her soft velvety fur as she lays her head on my chest comforting me.
Chapter 7
Wings
The alarm goes off at 6.45am.
Slamming my hand on it I pull the pillow over my head. Doris jumps up and barks like mad after hearing the alarm. She’s way too excited, kissing my face and burying into my neck, but if I’m honest, I like it; it’s the one piece of contact in my life I could not do without. Playing with her, I pet her with long strokes for ten minutes, feeling somewhat guilty for leaving her soon.
“Right, Doris. We need to get up. You better be a good girl for Cameron and Mr. Carlin.” I rub her ears and stroke her velveteen coat as she sighs and hums, wagging her tail excitedly. I stretch and smile to myself, knowing I will be enjoying some beautiful culture and sunshine soon.
Walking down the hall, I knock on Hazel’s door. “Hazel, we need to get up. I’m going in for a shower first.” As I open her door, a faux fur cushion comes firing at me.
That will be that then.
I quickly get dried and apply my moisturizers and creams, then go back to my room to grab my hairdryer as I will need it to dry quickly for going outside with Doris. After blasting it, I run my fingers through it. I’m impressed. It’s not frizzy at all, and the curls are loose and undone, looking quite classy and kind of sexy.
Hmm...
I throw it back in a loose ponytail. There. Not as sexy.
I put my silver teardrop stud earrings in, apply makeup, spray some perfume then lift my travel
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