I turn and close the door, there isn't a lock and I head straight for the bath and turn both of the taps on full. I don't really feel safe stripping off my clothes knowing that he's back, with no lock on the door. but I let the tub fill, turn the taps off and plunge all of me underneath; it makes me feel safe surrounded by the warmth.
I'm hoping I can get the man who helped me to get me some different clothes because I really don't want to have put mine back on; there dirty and they feel horrible. It would make me feel worse putting them back on.
I surface and reach for the soap. I wash until I have a healthy looking pink blush on my skin. I can hear voices just outside the door, I get out and look around quickly for a towel. The handle rattles as I wrap a huge soft white towel around me. I tense up, but the rattling stops and the voices die away.
I take deep breaths and fall back onto the toilet lid. I can't go out, I won't go out while he's there. I can still hear murmurs, maybe they were far enough away so that they wouldn't see or hear me? I open the door and see that the living room is right across from me where I have a good view of the front door. Was it worth trying to get there? No, I've seen what they are and I wouldn't have a chance.
I can try and block the door...Make it harder for him to get at me...and probably make him angry. I could just…
I look up from the floor and start. He's right inside the door, staring at me.
My boy starts to go numb, I'm losing the feeling in my legs..
I've fallen to the floor, I feel like he's paralysed me. I try to call out but my voice sounds like it's muffled.
He's bending down reaching for me, lifting me into his arms and laying my body across his lap. I silently cry as I look in to his eyes; nothing sane is left there, at lest where I'm concerned. He stokes my face as I drown in his power and I face darkness again.
But it's a crippling shroud ,twisting my body in tight folds and I can't call out…