Stuck In Traffick

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Grace

“Do you know what time it is, Lucy?” I heard my father scream at my older sister.

“We’ve been worried sick, do you not see what you’re doing, please, Lucy, stop!” My mother pleaded, far more forgiving than my father.

“No big deal, its only midnight; cool it.” My sister replies. Her speech slurred and distant.

“Yes, it is a big deal. I have no idea where you’ve been, who you’ve been with, what you’ve been drinking! Anything could’ve happened, Lucy. And your curfew was TWO HOURS AGO!!!” Erupted my father.

“Take a chill pill man, I’m going to bed, my head hurts.” Replied Lucy as she nonchalantly walked away.

I quickly scarper from my vantage point on the landing as I see her walk, or rather stagger, towards me, I sneak back into my bedroom until she has passed and I hear the subtle ‘click’ of her door. I wait a beat, and then I furtively walk back to the landing of the stair well, I strain my ears and begin to hear a conversation between my mum and dad continue talking. Voice hushed. I silently climb down the flight of stairs and conceal myself in a small recess in the next little landing.

“We can’t control her, she needs sorted. If this carries on after tonight she’s out of here.” Stated my dad in a firm, no nonsense tone.

“But where – “

“I’ll send her to a home, I don’t care, and I’m beyond it, a correctional facility. Somewhere. Somewhere where I don’t have to put up with her, regardless, she’s beyond help.” Interrupted my dad.

“What will we tell Grace, Thomas?” Replied my mother, clearly being the voice of reason.

“The truth. Maybe it’ll keep her in line.”

“No. I refuse to let you use her sister as a tool to scare her into behaving when she hits her teens. That’s not fair! She doesn’t deserve that! She is far better behaved, more studious than Lucy ever was!” Cried my mum.

“We’ll soon see. It won’t last.” Replied my dad; in a cold, harsh manner. He spoke the words so deliberately that it was as if he knew I was listening.

            Offended, I retreat back to my bedroom, silently, I close the door and walk over and lie back down on my bed, confused. I pull my duvet over me, and cover my face as I begin to sob. How can my family think that of me? I know I’m not a perfect child, but I’ll never be as bad as Lucy, Lucy is a bad girl, she drinks, she has boys over all the time, and I hear lots of noises from her room when the men come. I once walked into her room and saw white powder; I heard once that they were drugs that bad people take. I don’t do that, how can I be compared to her. I don’t ever want to be like her, I think to myself. I heard dad talking about sending her to a home, I wonder who’s, but people always say you’ll only ever have one home and that’s the one when your with your family, if she’s being sent away she’ll be away from us, so it cant be a home for her. All I know, is I don’t want to leave. Never.

Lucy

The world seemed to be spinning. People seemed to be talking. Whether that is the reality or not, I don’t know. It’s true, I’ve had too much to drink.

“Lucy, Lucy! Liven up, girl! The guys are here!!” I heard someone shout as they start shaking me, the voices and ambience noise becoming clearer and more focused.

            I feel someone put their arm around me, my inhibitions lowered, I shrink into him as I feel his arm start to caress my shoulder, I take a large gulp of my drink. Unknowingly, it wasn’t as it seemed.

“Hey, let’s go get some privacy” He asks me after some time. I feel myself having slipped further away from reality. Not knowing what I’m agreeing to, I nod and let him help me clamber to my feet, and lead me into a random bedroom. I lie on the bed and tell him to come and lie beside me, innocently; I just wanted to sleep off the confusion. But then… Darkness

Later…

            Wearily, I open my eyes, I shiver as I feel a cold draft blow over my body, this quickly wakens me, and I notice that I’m lying on a small single bed, naked. Immediately, the fog clears as the sobering realisation of what’s happened hits me like a speeding train. I shudder at the thought that I can’t remember what has happened, I can only assume, and by the looks of things my assumptions are right. As if out of my control, my body began to violently shudder as I erupted into a fit of tears. I begin to gather my clothes from the floor and quickly dress and run out of the room with my coat in my hands. I didn’t stop running until I was home.

Thomas

“Hello. Ahktar, it’s Thomas, can I speak to Sirus.”

“Yes sir.” Replied a gentleman in a rigid, foreign voice.

Moments later, another man came on the phone.

“Thomas. What is it?

“Sirus, I need your help again.”

“Why? Whats wrong?

“It’s Lucy, she’s out of control.”

“Alright, I’ll send a few guys in the morning, you sure about this?”

“Yes. It’s for the best.