Chenford-a terrible secret

Fight song

Lucy's head was pounding like crazy. She couldn't remember what had happend but she knew she was in trouble. It was hard to concentrate, because of her own blood running into her eyes and the pounding in her head. When she finally was able to see again, she looked around her. The room she was in was dirty and had a humid climate. Water was dripping from the sealing and she was strapped to a chair. In the corner the furthest away from her, she noticed a figure. Small, cold and bathed in red. She tried to speak but her voice cracked. Instead she made a coughing noise and the small figure moved slightly. She tried to speak again and this time, it worked. "Hello?"
The figure craweld in her direction. "Mummy?", the small child asked with a hoarse voice. „Who are you?" 

The child whimmered and tried to crawl to her. „Mummy!", it repeated. Lucy's heart ached when she saw the small child in the dim light. It was a little boy, his chocolate brown hair knotted, dirt all over his extremly thin frame. His eyes were red and swollen from crying and all over him were huge bruisses and bloody cuts. He looked half dead. Lucy looked into the boy's brown orbs. She wanted to help the boy. But she couldn't. She needed help herself. What irretated her, was that the little boy looked so much like her. The eyes, face shape and hair reminded her a lot of herself when she was a kid. But his nose was different and his ears and facial bonestructure too. „What is your name?", she tried to ask softly, but her voice sounded rough. The child looked at her with a confused look. „Mommy it's me! Patrick" 

Then something in Lucy's brain clicked. This was Jake and Sava's kid! So that meant she had been taken by the drug cartel Dim and Juicy are working for. She had to think, had to find a solition fast, given this was her nephew. She decided that it would be the best if she just acted like she was Juicy, so the little boy wouldn't be even more confused. „Patrick, can you help you Mummy real quick? Can your try to loosen the ropes?"  „Mhmm" 

The little one tried to crawl to the knots, wincing in pain with every limb that hit the ground. Suddenly Lucy heard voices. „Hurry Patrick!", she whispered eagerly.

A tall figure stepped through the rooms' door. As Lucy saw the face of the person, she froze. „Mother?", she whispered under her breath. 

„Yes my dear, it's me" 

As Lucy noticed no shackles or bruises on her mother, she couldn't quite believe it. The shock lingered in her bones. Could it really be? „You're behind this?!" As Lucy got no answer she yelled at her mother. „Why!? Why did you do this? What did you do?"

„Calm down.", is all she got. „What?", Lucy breathed furiously. 

„Take her. And bring the child with you", her mother spat codly. They grabbed Patricks thin arms harshly, and the little boy screamed in pain. „Mommma! Help! Mummy!", he yelled. „No, no, no, no, no, don't hurt him! Hurt me. Hurt me! Please not him!", Lucy yelled at the two prison guards who put their hands on her nephew. „Shut up!", one of them growled and punched her cheeck with his fist. Angrily Luce spat the blood in her mouth on the guard's shoe. „Fuck you!" 

Jaw cleched, the guard came closer to her. Her grapped her hair and yanked her head back. „Listen you little bitch, if you don't shut your naughty little mouth, i'll stuff it with something you can suck on" 

„Alexander!", her mother yelled. „Don't waist my time!"  He just growled frustrated and yanked Lucy with him. Patrick had started to cry and tears rolled down Lucy's cheeks too. The lights in the tunnel they were going through was dim, barely enough to see what's infront of your nose. Water was dripping from the sealing everywhere and screams and the sound of people crying and pleading filled the air. It was simply horrifying. With every sound of someone getting punched, Patrick flinched. „Why are you doing this?!", Lucy yelled at her mother again. „You will get answers.", she replied drily. „After i get what i want" 

„And what do you want?", Lucy said through gritted teeth. „Patience honey. You'll know soon enough" 

Alexander dragged her trough a thick, metal door into a small cell. The ceiling was very high up. Maybe 4 meters. There was a small lamp on the ceiling too and a ray of sunshine shone trough a tiny window about 3 metres up the wall. 

There was a bed in the corner of the room. Sava was laying there, blood across her face, bruises all over her body. Lucy couldn't even tell if the woman was alive. In the corner across the bed was a dirty cage. It was small and on the ground was a torn blanket. Alexander pushed me untop of Sava and tied my foot to a chain. The other end of the chain was on Sava's foot. My mother dragged Patrick to the cage and threw him hin. She locked the cage door. 

„You get to go to the toilet once a day and once a night. You get food every morning at 7. if you are sleeping, you get nothing. What you're gonna do is, that you will spend time with your sister and with your nephew. And then, exactly 6 months from now, you will choose one person, that will live."