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Tazzy's POV

It was so dark in here. So dark. I've never liked the dark. Things can hide in the dark and then scare you. Sometimes the darkness makes the shape of monsters. There was a dark shadow on the wall that looked like a monster's claw, reaching inside to grab me.

'It's only a branch, Tazzy.' Jos says, rubbing my back to relax me.

'Jos, why are we here?' I whisper.

'I don't know Tazzy.'

'Where's mama?'

'I don't know Tazzy.'

'Why is this man your father?'

'I don't know Tazzy!' Jos suddenly shouts. I don't like it when Jos is angry, especially at me. I try and stop myself but I can't help crying.

'Shhh Tazzy. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to shout at you.' Jos sighs and holds me closer to him.

'I'm so scared Josiah.'

'Me too Taz.' He says quietly. 'Me too.' This isn't right. Jos is never scared. I remember one time when there was a poisonous spider in the house and me and mama were very frightened but Jos was calm and took it out of the house so it wouldn't hurt us. He wasn't scared then. He is never scared.

'Taz, listen to me, this man is dangerous. You have to do as he says. I'll protect you as much as I can but promise me you won't let him hurt you.'

'Promise Jos.'

'Good girl.'

'Jos?'

'Yes Tazzy?'

'Where is my father?'

'Uriel is probably with mama.'

'No, my real dad. Like this man is your dad.'

'I don't know Taz. This man isn't my father.' Jos says stubbornly.

'But he said-'

'I know what he said, Taz.' Jos replies bluntly.

'Josiah, I don't like it here. I don't like this man. I don't like the dark. I want mama and daddy.' I cry, unable to keep the tears back any longer.

'Hush Tazzy. Wipe those tears away.' Jos says, gently wiping away the wetness from my cheeks.

'Tell me Jos. Tell me like mama does.' I beg him to tell us the same story that mama tells us.

'Only if you promise no more tears. We must be brave Taz.'

'No more tears.' I agree.

'Okay then. In a land far far away, away from all the poverty and all the hunger, there is a magical land. In this magical land, there is no sadness and no suffering: There is only happiness, for this is Disneyland. As you enter Disney land, beautiful music sounds from the speakers that surrounds you, music so beautiful and soothing that it can put a baby to sleep in a minuet.'

Jos pauses to brush my hair out of my face before continuing.

'Once you get through the golden gates, it is like stepping into a dream. The first thing you see is this gigantic pink castle in the centre. The sun shines on the castle, making it glow as though it has been sprinkled with fairy dust. There are little shops on the run up to the castle. They sell dresses and crowns and pirate swords. In Disneyland you can ride on the rollercoasters until you're heart's content, or eat all the sugary food in the world, or catch a train around the park and you wouldn't have to give a damn about anything else because you are in Disneyland.'

Jos spoke about the magical place rhythmically, using exactly the same words as mama tells us before bedtime. Both me and Jos have heard this story so many times that we could probably say it backwards. I could tell the story if I wanted to but it feels so much better when someone else tells me.

'How was that?' Jos asks.

'Good.' I reply although we both know that it's not the same as mama tells it.

'We should go to Disneyland one day Jos.' I decide.

'I think that's a great idea. Why don't you take a little nap now and think about our holiday to Disneyland.'

'I'm frightened Jos. I don't want to sleep. What if the man comes back?'

'I'll stay awake and protect you. Lie down with your head in my lap.' Jos says and I do what he says.

'Night Tazzy.'

'See you in the morning.'

'Just as day is dawning.'

Jos's POV

I stroke Tazzy's wild hair, trying to calm her down so she could sleep. I didn't dare close my eyes encase I accidently fell asleep. I was determined to stay awake the whole night if I had to. I need to protect my sister, even if it would danger me in the process. Despite the fact that she could be incredibly annoying at the most of times, she was my sister and I loved her.

…Well…half-sister, but that didn't make a difference. I didn't want to believe then man who claimed to be my father. When I was younger, I tried to picture my father and I would pretend he was a famous footballer who fell in love with mama when they were younger. Ridiculous, I know, but it made me feel better. Knowing that this man could be my father just shattered all my dreams. What kind of father kidnapped children and locked them in the basement? I refuse to believe that that sorry excuse for a man is my father.

I didn't know what to say when Tazzy asked me who her father was. Tazzy probably pretended that he was some great man who was unfortunately parted from mama when they were young. There's nothing wrong with pretending; it just makes reality harder to except. Tazzy's father was some random guy the mama slept with to get money. Mama knows that I know about her sleeping with guys for money. She tries to pretend that I don't know since she feels guilty that I learnt about that aspect of life at an early age. Mama couldn't help it, we needed the money. Growing up in that environment made me mature fast. Mama didn't like it. She wanted me to stay her little boy but I had to grow up to look after her and Tazzy.

Everyone says that I act old for my age. Part of me wishes that I could still be young and carefree like the other kids. I wanted to be the one who got to curl up and sleep while someone stroked my head and told me that it was all going to be okay.

I could hear footsteps walking up and down on the floor above us. Someone was pacing. I could hear them muttering to themselves as well. If I listened really hard I could kind of make out what he was saying but it didn't seem to make sense. Something about meeting Saffron…