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Part 7 : Sandy
Sandy woke up in the van. It was cold and dark. She was alone at the back and she could not see the driver. She tried to remember how she got there, but her brain was like a big black hole. Her head hurt a little. She did not panic. Not that she was more courageous than any other child, but she was more mature than most of her twelve years old friends. She knew that screaming would not change anything to the situation, that it would just be a waste of energy. And she had the feeling she would need energy later.
After a time that seemed like eternity to her, she felt the van stop. She heard someone slam a door and walk next to the car. When the rear door suddenly opened, the light was so crude she could not distinguish the man's face at first. He grabbed her arm and had her walk out.
" Hello little girl," he said "Here we are. This is your new home"
His voice was sweet, but yet the pressure on her arms was strong. She understood she had no chance to escape him now. Her eyes had got used to the light now and she could see him clearly. He was tall, taller than her father. He had long blond hair and blue eyes. Sandy had seen many police TV shows, and she knew she might have to make a description one day. So, despite the fear, she stared at him. She noticed a little scar just above his left eyebrow. The man was not so young, about forty she guessed.
" My name is Sandy" she said. He smiled.
" I know." he answered "Mine is Michael, but all my friends call me Mike. Come. You must be hungry. I can cook, you know."
He locked the van door and took her through a little garden, to his house. It had nothing special. It looked like any other little house in the suburb of Chicago. The only difference, and it was a large one, was that it was completely isolated. No neighbors, Sandy thought, very convenient. The man was not stupid. She was to be careful.
They both entered the house. It was very dark inside. All the shutters were closed, as well as all the windows. It smelled stuffy. The man did not switch on the lights.
He apparently knew the rooms by hard and had no difficulty to make his way. He led Sandy to a small corridor.
" Sandy" he said, "I want you to meet the rest of the family." He opened a door and looked for the switch on the wall. A neon flicked for a while and finally the light was on. It was a little room, with no window. Against the longest wall were two bunk beds and a few toys were laying on the floor. These were old toys for little boys, not the kind of stuff a kid would ask for today. Mike pushed her gently inside. "This will be your room" he said "I know it does not quite suit a nice little girl like you, but we'll finish arranging it together. It will be fun".
He closed the door behind him. "So here you are !" he suddenly said. Sandy turned back and saw the little boy tucked in the corner. "Come on Tony ! Be a nice boy. I promised I would bring you a surprise, didn't I ? Here she is ..." Mike took Sandy's hand. "This is Sandy, she's your new sister."
"I already have a sister" the little boy answered. "Her name is Christine. She must miss me.
- Miss you ? Come on Tony, I've seen your so-called sister with you at the swimming pool. She doesn't like you. Believe me, she doesn't give a dam to what can happen to you.
- It's not true. Christine loves me. She was just ...
- Stop it now ! " the man shout. "You'd better forget about this bitch right now. Now Sandy is your sister."
Tears came up to Tony's eyes. The man calmed down and put his hand in Tony's hair. "It's OK. Daddy's not angry. Well, I'll let you two get familiar with each other. I'll go and cook the dinner. Be nice !". He laughed and left the room.
Sandy heard him lock the door. She waited a few seconds and then got close to the little boy. She sat next to him and took him in her arms. She started rocking him softly.
To be continued ... R&R, Thanks.
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