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Chapter Eighteen - Trust

I turned around and saw my father’s horrid face. His eyes danced with joy, and his smile was sly.

“First, we’ll show you what happens when you disobey the rules.” He said smiling.

This man is really messed up in the head. I thought.

He stepped closer and I whipped out my piece of glass. I felt very foolish holding it, while he had a knife in his hand.

“Pass me the rocks,” I whispered to Bella, through gritted teeth. I said it so quietly, that it sounded as if I hadn’t said anything at all.

She took them out and gave them to me. I held my small piece of glass, protectively.

“Oh please, what could you do with that?” he said laughing. “You’re too scared. You can’t do it. Stop playing around,” he said.

“Oh no, we’re not playing around,” I said. “If you let these girls go, you can take me, but if you don’t, I’m afraid we’ll have to play hard to get,” I said as I spat. The girls gasped as I said this, but I turned around and said,

“It’s the right thing to do.”

“Fine,” he answered. “Whatever you say.”

“Go.” I ordered. They all left but Violet.

“You too. You don’t belong here, go Violet.” I said.

“No, I’m staying,” she said.

All of a sudden my father leapt forward onto me. I kicked him, until he was lying on the floor.

“It’s not over just yet,” he said as he got up. There were mud stains and cuts all over his face. I grabbed the stones and threw them at him.

“Bulls eye,” I muttered under my breath as they landed near his eye. He staggered uncontrollably and fell to the floor. His knife dropped beside him and Violet ran to pick it up.

I took my chances and pulled Violet, and we ran and ran. We stopped for a while and then he was there again.

“Give me it,” he said pointing to the knife. “Be a good girl and hand it over, otherwise you won’t see mummy and daddy again.”

Violet gave me a guilty look.

“Don’t listen to him! Of course he can’t hurt your parents!” I said, now shouting.

“Oh, but the thing is, I can,” and when he said that, he pulled out a picture of a house and threw it to the floor. He held his eye and swung back and forth. Violet gasped and tears filled her eyes.

My father grinned.

 “Hand it over now,” he said. Violet took a step closer.

“I’m so sorry Maddie,” she whispered. She went forward and handed the knife to him.