Little Liar.

Life of Riley (14)

A week or so passed and no one came. I just had more and more torture done to me. I was raped, punched, kicked and screamed at. My body looked nothing more than a stick; I had lost so much weight. I tried to think positively about the hope someone would come. Sometimes I imagine I am a princess locked in a tower in a dangerous land, and some nobel prince will come dashing in on a white horse to free me. Jay died trying to rescue me from Albarn's form of revenge which could leave me unable to work. I couldn't face that reality. Albarn knew what it would make me. Depressed. Suicidal. Anxious. Afraid. Scared. Lost. I knew myself that I wasn't able to escape in a quick enough speed or I would have done it by now. Albarn sometimes gives me a drug that keeps me awake. It is highly addictive. He calls it Whizz-a-Bang. I often wonder if it's legal or not. Even as a police officer my drug addiction roots give in or will need refilling. That's how I waste my days. Abuse by all kinds of people and drugs. Rarely he gives me alcohol. Usually strong alcohol which knocks you out after 3 glasses. Today was one of them days.

"Kane, will you be so sweet and get a clean shirt on and some jeans?" Albarn smiled looking down at where I was sitting. I stood up, struggling a bit and having to cling on to the wall. "Where c-c-can I f-f-find them?" I asked looking at where my feet were going. Albarn came over and slapped my arm. Pain stabbed through me. "In your bleeding room in the drawer." He screamed. I cried a bit and thanked him before pushing him out and closing the door. In the drawer I found the jeans. Black skinny jeans. Under the skinny jeans I saw them. Drugs. Bags and bags of them. This was definitely illegal! I quickly closed the drawer and slipped on the jeans before opening another drawer and getting a shirt. I found a razor in that drawer. My hands shook as I took it and put it in my pocket. "Are you ready yet?!" Albarn yelled. I grew more nervous of what was to come. "Yes I am. What's the get up?" I replied coming out of my room. He cleared his throat and announced, "I'm having a party. Here!" This made my blood run cold. A party? In this old house? "Who's coming?" I asked, he laughed and spat on me "Why, everyone I know in this fucking town!" He boomed. I trembled, he knew a lot of people. I felt my hands shake as he touched my shoulder. "I'll tidy your hair and maybe we can sprinkle some makeup on your face." He smirked dragging me to the bathroom.

I whimpered as he took out some hair clippers and plugged them in "Don't cry Kane, it's just a quick trim...that's all." He whispered evily before turning them on. I closed my eyes tightly as he cut my hair, making it a buzzcut. "There. Now you'll blend in!" He scoffed as he handed me a mirror. I felt awful. I had small scars from the hair trimmers and looked so old. "Now makeup. I'll keep it very very simple." He smiled before turning me around to face him. He masked my baggy eyes and bruises with the makeup. "Alright princess you're ready to be one hot dude." He smirked before grabbing my arm harshly. "Wouldn't it...be better...if I stayed out of...this one?" I asked nervously. He just glared at me and locked me in my bedroom until the party.

The party begun and music was blaring. I heard everyone screaming and laughing, some madly drunk. "Heyyy there's my dude!" Albarn smiled drunkenly. I laughed a fake laugh and came over to him "God oh god, I love ya man!" He squealed before kissing my cheek. "And you are?" Another man asked me before handing me a can of beer. "Kane. Yes, I'm Kane." I replied before opening it. "Oh right, lovely tah meet ya Kane, I'm Graham. Damon calls me Foxy." Graham smiled cheekily. "Oi! He's mine, Foxy get your own gay faggot!" Albarn snapped. Graham scurried away and I turned to Albarn with a confused look. "Don't ask, don't ask. You're my baby." He pouted before handing me a vodka, only this was drugged. "Give me your beer. I'm sure Foxy spat in it when he said oooh oooh nice tah meet ya Kane." He mimicked. I reluctantly did and left his side. I yelled over to him "I'll come back later okay?!" He nodded and smiled madly at me. I was unaware of what he had planned but it was the last time I saw him.

I watched Albarn try and chat up some girls. He was failing. Miserably. "Hey, I'm Rosie. You're Kane, Albarn told me about you." A girl beamed before shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you, Rosie. D'you care to dance?" I smiled back before downing my vodka to surprise her and show I wasn't messing around. "My, oh my. You're one strong bastard." She giggled before taking me to the dancefloor. I blushed but downing the vodka was a big mistake. "Y-Y-Yea heh... You...w-w-want t-to lead?" I whispered as everything begun to spin. "What do you mean?!" She asked looking deep into my eyes. I felt my heart race and my breathing grew sharp and rapid. "N-N-Never m-mind..." I gasped before nausea rolled over me. I caught one last glance at Albarn's evil face and a tear rolled down my face. "Kane?!" She asked trying to snap me out of my trance. Then the door flung open. Police.

"This is the police everyone hands on heads and stand up!" The leader yelled as he came in to every room, it was Zach. I whimpered guiltily and felt my legs give way. Rosie cried out in worry as I was muttering anxieties. "Ma'am stand up! Leave the man on the floor!" Zach ordered before coming up to me. I was barely conscious. Alex entered the room behind Zach. "What the fuck..." He whispered. I gazed at the blurry Alex I saw and with all my strength I whispered, "B-B-Bedroom... d-d-drawer." Alex nodded and ran off with Matt into that room. "Graham Coxon, Damon Albarn we are arresting both of you for possession of illegal drugs and attempted murder. Anything you say now will be remanded in court." Zach explained before handcuffing Graham. Albarn panicked and ran into the bathroom. I tried to stand up and chase him but everything was gone. I was too weak. "Don't worry Officer Kane, an ambulance is coming." Alex explained before directing everyone to leave. Coxon tutted before being dragged to a police car. Then everything was black.