That night at 4 a.m. I started to look back on recent events. More precisely when I went to Canada. And I had to see him.
A couple of months earlier
"Isn't this exiting? Being able to see all of our family again? They'll be sun and peace and relaxation." My mum said cheerfully nearly jumping up and down in her plane seat.
If only she or my dad new this would probably be the worst holiday of mine and my sisters entire lives.
The plane landed quickly and smoothly but the look on my sisters face didn't show this. It showed fear and pain. Only I could see this my parents were too blind to see this and even if they did they would try to ignore it. After all they couldn't have a perfect family if one of their children were sad or scared.
Half an hour later we were collecting our bags. My heart was racing. My head was banging. My vision started to blur. And I started to feel bile creeping up my throat.
What happens if I throw up?
What do I say?
What happens if he does it to Julie again?
He may not have done it to her you don't know that. Good my good voice is here. You'll be okay Charlie he isn't going to do anything. And if he does you're safe your parents will protect you that's their job. Yeah they've been doing a really good job of it so far. There's been tonnes of protection so far. Real bucket fulls. You know they don't know about that so how can they protect you. They're doing the best job they can.
Authors notes: This is a part 1 of this chapter.
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Barely alive
General FictionSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
