***1980***
My surroundings were a messy haze before Steve's van screeched to a halt outside the primary school, but his words were loud and clear.
"Quick, NOW!"
I scampered out of the back as Steve headed straight for our bitch teacher. "Grab the kids too!" I heard Craig's voice through the thick fog in my mind.
There were three children waiting outside of the school with their teacher. All of them small, pretty and brunette - the kind of girls who would keep away from our type. They looked like sisters. Sisters…
The eldest, of about 11 years of age, reached for her siblings protectively and screamed at Craig as he tore the silent middle child from her grasp. I roughly grabbed the other two struggling sisters from behind and felt a dull, throbbing pain as the shoe of the eldest girl connected forcefully with my groin.
"Fuckin' little fuc-ken shitt." I stuttered my curses and swaggered back towards the van, roughly grasping the eldest child's face in the palm of my hand and pushing her head into the side of the vehicle. I shoved the two girls in the back of the van and clumsily reached for the rope to tie up our four prisoners.