Chapter 7
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Beads of sweet dripped down the old man's face; his countenance was one of severe perplexity. My right arm was hanging limply by my side like a piece of overcooked spaghetti, each second it seemed to hurt increasingly. The old man stepped towards me, causing me to cringe and step back; cradling Rebecca possessively.
"Where are you living…?" he barked loudly but there was a look of kindness and concern in his eyes. Or was it delight at having found a victim or a future slave?… No, do not think like that I castigated myself, be optimistic I added chewing on my quivering lip.
I hesitated and then considered- he could not be worse than mother; besides he might help with my arm. Before I could answer the man stepped forward.
"Ere sonny! Can I 'ave a hold?"
My grip around Rebecca tightened slightly but then I remembered be optimistic, besides if this man could see how thirsty Rebecca was, he might give her a drink.
I handed her over gently as if she was a valuable china doll.
The man's eyes brimmed with tears which he swiftly blinked away, however not before I noticed. Then he caressed Rebecca's face, I could tell by the way Rebecca was holding this peculiar old mans thumb that she felt secure.
"Gosh" he exclaimed.
"How on earth did she get that, poor little mite." He gestured towards the copious gash in Rebecca's check caused by my mother's belt.
"Never mind," he dismissed with a casual wave of his hands but his facial expression opposed his speech.
"Come with me" he added shortly after, tickling Rebecca's chin. This made her giggle with glee, how beautiful she looked when she smiled, despite not having teeth!
I reluctantly dragged myself into the mans van and took Rebecca back from his hold. I had no idea of where he would take us but I followed all the same. It was warm and welcoming in the truck and soft music trickled out of the radio like honey running smoothly down a spoon.
After walking for tedious hours the journey was a relief and relaxed me a little, maybe he was not that bad after all. Finally the truck slowed to a halt and we were let out; I was astounded to see a picturesque cottage with a pristine garden, my jaw dropped.
Noticing my astonished look the old man grinned, "home sweet home son!" He said.
As we were let inside the old man immediately began to fill a bowl with water and wash Rebecca's facial cut out; she moaned slightly but then the old man began making funny primate like faces which made her tremble with laughter. She kept looking at me as if to check that she was allowed to laugh, so I sat there grinning like and idiot. All of it was worth it though for Rebecca I would do anything for her. My broken arm became forgotten as a flash back dawned in my head:
1 year ago
I stood over the tiny cot were Rebecca slept a tranquil look on her face; I could not help thinking look at her pretty brown hair and frail hands. I had the best sister in the world I decided without a shadow of a doubt. I remember the first time I held her and was shocked at how tiny she was and how little she weighed. From that moment onwards I had vowed to love her and protect her. And that was precisely what I was going to do!
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