Immaculate

Taken

Heads up on some referrences to violent acts. Nothing graphic, but some of it might make you wince a bit, I'm not sure.

In my head (I'm probably wrong), but I think I know who Volto is in the books, and because that's what I think in the books I'm keeping it the same in this story. Sorry if you think it's a cop out, but in my tiny little mind, volto is well.... I don't want to say too much at the moment.

I've probably confused you, I know I've confused myself. :)

Oh and please be gentle with me, I don't believe her father is completely evil. He's not up for father of the year award, but I don't think he's unredeemable either... having said that... oh, just read it and be gentle.

Part Seventy-Nine

Sang's POV

I moved silently into the garage. It was still dark outside but if I shut the door to the house, I could switch the light on inside and it wouldn't be seen from the house.

The furniture that Kota and the others had sorted had already gone and I wondered if my father would notice. The wardrobe boxes had been pushed back in and so had all the other boxes that we had originally dragged out. Nothing had got done since then. It had all fallen apart when I had gone with Derrick to rescue Micah from the sawdust pile and then it had just got forgotten.

I opened one that held some broken toys and I shoved it to one side and then I started on some of the others. I found a box full of old clothes of mine and Marie's from when we were smaller, I wondered why they had been kept, why not just pass them on. I pushed the box towards the toy box, if I made two piles one for charity, one for garbage and my father came out, it would look plausible that I was trying to help and not just snoop.

Most of the boxes seemed like junk, most of it I had never seen before and wondered if it had been stored in the garage at our last home. I pushed through to the back, it was almost impossible to move through the boxes. There was more than one day's worth of work here. What was he going to do with it all? I opened box after box but it was all normal, everyday items that were in here. I found the box full of broken clocks and dragged that through to the front, I wanted to keep hold of that one. I went back and carried on; more clothes, this time my step mothers. I found an old broken ironing board and a bent shovel. I shook my head, why had they kept all of this? Why not throw it out before we moved here? Maybe my mother's sickness had stretched to hoarding things too.

I was dirty and getting frustrated. What was he looking for? I started to open yet another box and came across more dolls, but these hadn't been looked after, they were all broken, some missing hands, feets, one had it's face smashed and then I found one with its hair chopped off, it made me shudder. Had these been our dolls? Had we played with them and ruined them? Is that why she had six in her cupboard, did she rescue those while it was too late for these? I put the doll back and reached in for another one and dropped it almost instantly, the eyes had been poked out, leaving just dark holes. It left me feeling very unsettled and a little bit jumpy. I pushed all the dolls back in, covering that one over and then I closed it. I didn't want to look anymore but I had too.

I just don't know what I was looking for, maybe something that would tell me who my real mother was? Maybe a clue into a family I had never met, I just knew that he was looking for something, and whatever it was, I wanted to find it first.

I kept going, searching through a lifetime of accumulated rubbish. Old hairbrushes, stacks of newspapers, it was like nothing had ever been thrown out. My father would be better off, hiring one of the house clearance firms and getting them to empty the lot. Maybe he would, maybe he wasn't looking for anything, maybe I was just hyped up and reading into things too much. But at least it was keeping me busy, at least I wasn't lying on my bed crying because I missed my boys. I would see them all tomorrow. I wouldn't be able to talk to them, but I could see them. The music room would be clear to talk freely, maybe I would be able to hug Mr Blackbourne and Dr Green. Just one hug...