Where's my brother?
"Billy! Don't let them take me!" I screamed as they dragged me away from my older brother Billy. I didn't know why they were doing this. Billy was the only family I had left. My mother had died giving birth to me, my brother Joe was dead; he had died only a couple of days before and my father was finally in prison for what he'd done to his children. Why were they taking me from Billy? He was all I had left.
"I promise… I'll get you back Sammy! I promise!"That was the last thing I heard as the police dragged my blood covered brother away from me and into the police car. The tears ran down my cheeks as I screamed and tried to get away. All I wanted was my brother. Why was this happening? What had I done wrong to deserve losing all I had left?
After a half hour struggle I lost all energy to fight and gave up hope. I let them put me in the woman's car and exhausted I fell asleep on the way to my new life.
I lay out on the roof watching the stars above me everything for one moment in my life seems perfect. Everything is as it should be. The moon is out, the stars are shining and I can hear the wind rustling through the trees near me. Why can't life always be like this? Why can't everything just stop or go back to the way it once was? I will never forget the day they dragged me from my brother as he tried in vain to pull me back in to his arms for one last hug before he was to spend life behind bars. The blood, I didn't know was it his or someone else's covering his hands made them slippery as we reached towards each other. That was ten years ago now. But I will never forgive them for taking me. Never.
"Oh Sammy wammy… baby… where are you? I know you're in hear somewhere. Come out poppet and I promise I won't hurt you too much." I froze in fear. His voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and chills run down my spine. He would find me eventually he always did. I don't know why after almost four years with him I don't just give in. But I can't. Billy promised me. I have to wait for Billy. I crouch underneath my window as still as possible, my breath leaving smoke in the air in the cold. I hoped and prayed to any god there was. "Please… Please…Please don't let him find me…"
"There you are sweetums…" From the grin that spread across his evil face and the twinkle in his beady little eyes I knew what was coming. He grabbed my arm. Ranching it almost from the socket as he dragged me in through the window and into his arms. I tried to scream, tried to escape but it was no use. He was far too strong for me and even if I did scream his wife was probably too drugged to hear. He threw me onto the bed and ripped my top down. After that I blacked out. I forget what he does to me every time. It's the only way for me to carry on living.
The night was still as I fell down the stairs picked myself up and stumbled out into the night with nothing but the clothes I was wearing. Upstairs in what was once my room the dead body of my so called foster father lay with his eyes stuck in the beady position they were as I dug my stiletto heel into his neck. My hands were covered with his blood and I was shivering all over. I'd killed him. I hadn't meant to kill him. Only get him off me but something in me finally snapped and I couldn't take it anymore.
The snow on the ground was numbing my feet and the rest of my body had shut down from the cold. I couldn't feel anything I just had to get away from that house. I saw them across the lake four men walking with purpose towards the lane leading to the housing estates. I knew I needed help. But could I trust them? I had to. Crossing the ice covered lake I made my way towards them shouting and pleading for their help. As they turned towards me I heard it.
"Fuck! Stay the hell where you are! Don't fucking move!"