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Nicki's Point Of View

A few weeks later, and I was walking home from the shops, taking a shortcut through a car park. There were no streetlights, but as I used this shortcut regularly, I didn't really need them. My mind wandered as I walked along, thinking about the huge pile of Year Nine marking I had to do when I got home. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings, so when there was a movement beside me, it startled me a little. I realised that there was someone there, but before I could look closely, the person grabbed me, making me squeak in surprise. Before I knew what was happening, I had been bundled into the back of a van. I felt deja-vu- this had not only happened the other night, but it happened a lot when I was young. Of course I knew who it was. My own dear stepfather.

"I must say, darling, I'm disappointed. I thought you'd put up more of a fight, you were always the fiesty one." I heard a familiar leering voice come through from the front of the van.
"Yeah, well you seem to have caught me by surprise." I said, trying to keep my tones as pleasant as his. I could almost see him smiling with satisfation, even in the dark car.
"Second time lucky. I knew I would get you. I had long enough in prison to plan this- and that was all your fault, you stupid little cow."
"Oh well, next time you've horrifically injured me, I'll just stay there and die quietly, shall I?" I said sarcastically.
"You won't have a choice." He said darkly.

"You gave up very easily at the school." I stated, breaking the silence.
"I wasn't expecting your little pals to arrive, they had seemed to be very busy in that meeting of theirs. It's nice to know that some people will miss you when you're gone. Although I didn't notice a wedding ring, haven't you found Mr Right yet? Can't say that I'm surprised, nobody would want to marry you- you're not the brightest diamond on the crown, nothing special to look at, and even if they can get past that, they won't want to even know you when they see what a dirty whore you are."
"As a matter of fact, I have found a guy." I said stiffly, his insults sailing right over my head. I had learnt to ignore them when I was younger.
"Ah, the one who stood in front of the car? Stupid fool, why would he risk his life for you?"
I gritted my teeth, but remained silent. Arguing would only humour him.

The time spent in that van seemed like eternity. My head was rattled around so much that it began to ache. I distracted myself by thinking of other things, and eventually the van stopped lurching around. He slammed out of the drivers seat, and then he came and yanked open the back door. I could see, faintly light by moonlight, what looked like a deserted air field, before I was pulled up as if I was a sack of potatoes and dragged across the tarmac. I tried to struggle against the arms that kept me from escaping, intending to aim a kick where it would really hurt, but he only laughed at my failed attempts. I then tried to move my arms around, and I caught him in the side of the head, causing him to growl angrily and reach a hand into his pocket. I felt the cold metal of what could only be a knife against my throat.
"Try that again and I will cut you, with no hesitation." He growled, and I breathed shallowly, making no more attempts to throw him off.

A few moments later, he kicked open a door, and we were inside what looked like a derelict warehouse. He dragged me across to another door, halfway down a flight of steps, and then he set me on my feet, pushing me roughly so I fell down the remaining steps, crashing into the hard, concrete floor. Pain immediately sprung up in various places on my body, especially my head, which had knocked against something as I fell.
"There's water over there-" He pointed towards a small bucket of water that was probably a hive of disease "- and here's something to eat." He threw a few pieces of bread at me, so stale that it hurt as it hit me. "I will be back later." And with that, he slammed the door, leaving me along in the dark, cold basement. I knew- and dreaded- what would happen when he came back. For now, I lay still on the dirty floor, my thoughts growing steadily fuzzier as the throbbing in my head grew worse...