One weekend changes your whole life.

A new place

“I’M RUNNING AWAY!” I shout at him as I see the red mark appear brighter on his face from where I slapped him. His shocked expression as the sting of the slap increased in pain.

“You are not going anywhere dear.” The bitterness in his voice, as he emphasises the word dear, makes me stand still. I turn to find him grabbing hold of my arm. He grasps harder and begins to slide his hand towards the fresh cuts on my wrist.

“Get off me now!” I try wriggling the arm he has held but it’s too tight I can’t get lose. I’m dragged to the window and pushed down on the floor. I hear the sound of a curtain being closed and then a zip being pulled down. My tears start rolling down my check, I struggle but the weight he starts putting on my back is too much I fall, screaming, yelling, and desperate for a way out.

“You are not getting away from me this time” I’m pushed around the room as I become reluctant to be abused.

“Leave me alone. Please!” I bang on the walls in hope that someone is next door. He grabs me by the neck and pushes me against the wall

“Little girl, if you would stop trying to get away this will be a lot easier.” He started to sound out of breath, but I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t cry and I couldn’t lift my arms.  I was stuck and no one was going to come and help. The feeling of giving up and accepting my fate had surrounded my mind. I know what was going to happen I swallowed my saliva and I closed my eyes. He lifted my down and simply said. “Now are you going to be good for your uncle Jeff and do as I say?” I slowly nod my head and this time I led to what all the kids called in this dump ‘The private place.’ Hardly anyone knew what it was but I had been there once and escaped. I see on small girl look out of her room, her teddy, dirty, was clasped in her small hands. Fear had taken this girl and it showed on her face. The floor the walls the doors everything was dirty. I knew in my mind this place was never looked after but not until now had I clearly seen what this place actually looked like.

The man had stopped and we stood together outside the door. My strength had grown over the small time of walking. He fumbled around in his pocket and for a brief second the grip on my arm loosened I took the opportunity and twisted so his armed bent in a funny position. He screamed in agony. My shoe came into contact with his stomach and I ran.

“SOMEONE GRAB HER” his voice made the ground I walked on shaked. I couldn’t stop running though the rush of escaping wouldn’t let me stop. Two men then tripped me up and hoisted me off the ground. I wasn’t free and I never will be.

I stay sat on the coach the dream was so horrible. It was a memory it was in the past. I start thinking of the little girl that I had seen. I don’t remember seeing her before, I had had this dream before but the girl was new. I wipe the sweat of my forehead and look down to see that Frank was not there. I swallowed and stood up shakily. The dream or nightmare had taken my breath; it had been so long since I had had a dream. I look in the nearest cupboard to find food. I could hear a faint rumble come from my tummy and a pain of emptiness scratched my insides. “There has to be food somewhere” I keep looking frantically searching for anything. I then open up the small silver fridge and I find a sandwich. It has the label ‘Keep off property of Craig’ written on the cling film of it. I grabbed it he wouldn’t mind if I had it would he? Right now I didn’t care I was too hungry to think of the consequence. It was good chicken and egg, who thought that something so different would go together; I think the mayonnaise was a bit off but I had not eaten in such a long time. As I start finishing of the sandwich I make my way over to the window, we were at a different place. Where was I? Were the hell was Frank? Where was everyone else?

I didn’t dare move from the tour bus. I just sat in silence. “Oh shit what about all our stuff it’s still at the hotel!” I shout out I had no clean clothes and my mobile and iPod was there and I think we were supposed to check out today. “Nikkie you really have messed up this time” I begin to feel my eyes water “No don’t you dare cry on my now.” My eyes shut together and I force them to shut tighter. I hear the door and I turn I hope it’s Frank.