Fourteen – Skye aged 9
Dear Diary,
They are starting to sound really worried now. Maybe I should go back and see them. I don't want to go to this thingy now. I think daddy might have hurt me and I'm scared to go and learn more.
Rhydian sounded really worried just then. I think I'm going to go,
Write soon,
Skye.
I close my diary, hide it in my penguin and hold it tight as I walk down the attic stairs. I can hear Megan panicking downstairs so I head for the stairs when I hear a voice.
"Where have you been Skye?" Rhydian asks me, running over to me and hugging me tight. I smile at him.
"Thinking. Where's Mike?" I asked. Rhydian took my hand and led me down the stairs to where Mike and Megan were sat in the office. Mike looked a little bit angry with me and told me to sit down so I did. "Before you start Mike. I'm very sorry for running off and scaring you all. I was only in the attic," I said. I took a deep breath. "I think daddy used to touch me there," I said.
Mike looked at Megan. "We already knew that sweetheart. The policeman asked you that," Mike said.
I nodded. "Yeah but I didn't know why he was asking me. I think I do now. I don't think daddy touching me there was good. I think whenever he did it, he told me not to tell mummy or Rhydian. Why is it bad?" I asked.
Mike glanced at Megan. "We can't say for sure. We'll need to get social services to talk to you and a medical done. Maybe your daddy hit you there by accident?" Mike suggested. Behind me I felt Rhydian stiffen slightly. "We will find out though Skye. Now you need to go get dressed in that pretty black dress you've borrowed off Floss because if you don't hurry you'll be late," Mike said.
I nodded and went upstairs to my room. I took Floss's sparkly black dress off the hanger and put it on, taking my pyjamas off. I brushed my hair and put a black clip into. I'd been told I had to wear black today. I didn't like black much but I didn't want to upset anyone. It was strange being able to fit into Floss's dress. She was two years younger than me but we were the same height. 3' 5". I sighed and walked back downstairs. Mike, Rhydian and Megan were talking so I crept down the stairs quietly.
"Rhydian, we've had cases like this before, where the child is too young to realise that what their parents are doing is illegal. She's nine. You said you've witnessed your daddy stroking her thighs and stopping when he knows you've seen him since she was seven. Maybe knowing you were suspicious he stopped but at seven Skye is not going to understand. We'll get to the bottom of it I promise. If he has… well… the medical will tell all. Mike it's booked in for tomorrow," Megan added. I decided I'd heard enough and ran down the last few stairs so that they knew I was on my way.
"Look at you Skye," Mike said. "So pretty. Right Rhydian, you're alright to get there yeah? You don't want a lift?" Mike asked. Rhydian shook his head.
"No we'll be fine, come on Skye," he said. I ran over to him, hugged him and then took his hand and walked out the door with him.
Dear Diary,
The special funeral that mummy and daddy had was called a cremation. Rhydian helped me spell it. It meant that after the service they got burnt and we will get their ashes to scatter in the garden. That's a bit strange seeing as we don't really have a garden at the moment. Rhydian's garden is the whole of Africa and mine is a very large field.
It was sad to say goodbye but happy as I got to remember them before they started fighting and arguing.
Mike and May-Li said they are taking me to the hospital tomorrow which means I have to miss school again. I'm also seeing a social worker too. They obviously want to sort out this strange feeling as quick as possible.
Write soon,
Skye.
A/N: Sorry it's short but I didn't see the need to go into the funeral. I mean it's a bit dull. Indie :)