***1980***

The eldest child was just rousing and re-entering consciousness as we screeched into the old warehouse. The youngest sister, who looked about 6 years old, sat trembling in the eldest's lap and was screaming and crying over the sounds of the traffic. The middle child hadn't spoken or moved since Craig had grabbed her.

The actions that followed are a blur. I can remember Mrs Williams knocking Craig unconscious when he opened the van door, and then coming after me. I can see the struggling, hear the screaming and taste the blood. But I have no memory of my hand plunging the knife into her stomach and taking her life. I have no memory…….

"Holy fuck, Holy FUCK!! You killed 'er, man. Good one." Steve's sarcastic words were caked with sick pleasure. "Quick, take those two kids inside before they squeal." He motioned towards the youngest and the eldest child who were closest to me. Lock 'em in the smallest room. I'll deal with fuck face an' the other kid 'ere."

"No!!!! Don't touch my sister!" The eldest child was now fully conscious and back into protective mode. She broke free from my grip and ran forward, pushing Steve's hand away from her sister.

Steve sniggered. "Would you rather me touch you?!" He lunged forwards and roughly groped the eldest's chest. The girl choked on a sob and squirmed, hugging herself tightly. She turned away and glared towards me as Steve forcefully grabbed her arms from behind.

"Don't you dare let him take her!" Her voice was bold despite her panicked breathing.

I smirked as Steve pushed the girl to her knees and tied her ropes around the body of Mrs Williams. Her face grew pale as her young skin came in contact with the bloodied flesh of her dead teacher. "Fine then. You stay right here now." Steve taunted her as I tossed him the knife in case she caused any more trouble.

I jumped slightly when I felt the warm hands of the middle sister hold onto my forearm.

"Git 'em out of 'ere!" Steve ordered. I stood, fixated by the hands on my arm and the look of pain on the eldest sister's face.

She sniffed, and once again directed her speech towards me.

"You're only a kid..."

I struggled with her words, forcing them out of my mind. I'm only a kid……I'm only a kid…I just killed my teacher…shutup!

"Will you cry for me?"

Her voice was surprisingly empty. I shook my head, dismissing her question and forcefully lifted her sisters into my arms. The youngest was screaming again and the middle sister was gazing longingly at her big sister's eyes, yet to make a sound. The eldest child's voice became distressed as I carried her sisters away. It rose and cracked as she desperately called after me.

"Will you cry for me when I die?! Will you cry???"

She was silenced by a swift kick in the stomach from Steve. He smirked.

"That woz payback for getting m' friend earlier."