I opened one eye and then the other. It was night time and I knew straightaway that I was in the hospital. I mean where else can you find snow white coloured tiles that were so bright that in the darkness they lit up?

The smell of disinfectant burned the insides of my nose and I almost sneezed.

I jumped up, a burning stinging sensation crept up my back and then I remembered the iron imprint on my back, which was the reason I was on my front.

He was going to be so angry now. I have been gone hours at least, maybe even more.

I bit the inside of my mouth as I forced myself to my knees. I didn't want to and the pain was almost unbearable but I needed a wee. I know the nurse left me a bedpan but I am capable of going to the toilet. I pulled my hoodie on over my ugly hospital children's gown and went out into the hallway. It is stupid I am fourteen but yet I am still a child in their eyes.

The room was too white and smelt of too much disinfectant and bleach for my liking. It almost made me sick.

I yawned. It was tiring pretending that you were still unconscious. I had had too many visitors in the short time. Trust me keeping a straight face while Rudy and Jerry are joking was very hard especially making sure that I looked like I was sleeping or unconscious but I guess it's the same thing.

I stretched very very slowly ignoring the screams from my aching body. I was stiff and it hurt everytime I moved.

I walked down the corridor, feeling safe.

"What are you doing out of bed?" a nurse asked me, grabbing hold of my arm.

I flinched as she touched me.

"Sorry" she said when she looked at my panicked face.

"I need a wee" I told her as she let go of my arm "I couldn't see a bedpan"

The nurse tutted but pointed me to the nearest toilet. "Don't be long you shouldn't be walking about yet and that hoodie is not hygienic"

I rolled my eyes as I went into the toilet. I plonked myself down and sighed. I was at a loss of what to do now. I couldn't stay here. The longer that I stay away from him the more danger that I put everyone in and I won't be able to live with myself in anyone gets hurt because of me.

My bottom hurts. I can actually feel the bruises on my tender skin as I sat on the toilet seat. I pulled my knees up to my chin and rested my head on them, letting my tears roll free of my tired stubborn eyes.

The door creaked open. "Kim, are you in here? Kim if you are you need to get back to bed"

I stopped breathing. It was only the nurse from before. She would soon get bored and go somewhere else. Maybe she would presume that I have gone back to bed or something.

The door creaked again, slamming shut.

I was alone again. Angrily I wiped my tears away and came out of the toilet stall. I leaned on the edge of the sink the pain almost knocking me unconscious again. I breathed through the pain and looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection wasn't me. I wasn't her. She looked run down, stressed and in tons of pain but I didn't feel like her even though I am her.

I splashed water on my face, her face, in a hope to wake myself up. I have done too much laying down today.

My body was beginning to shake with exhaustion though. Have I put my body through too much?

I sighed. Maybe I do need to take it easy now. What harm can it do? There is nothing to tell him that I am here anyway.

I opened the door and went out into the side corridor. I leaned against the wall. I don't know how I can manage to walk by myself, even just to my room which is like seven paces away.

I yawned and closed my eyes for a moment.

I felt something over my mouth.

My terror froze me. I opened my eyes.

"Hi Angie how's my angel?" he whispered.

I shook my head "I am not mum and I am not your angel"

He pushed my cheeks together. "You bitch you are mine you will always be mine. I will never ever share you"

He put his hand on my back, the pain still there, aching more than ever. "Come on let's get you sorted"

I wanted to put up a fight. But what would that achieve? He would probably over power me and then he would be in a really fowl mood and I would bear the brunt of his anger.

He dragged me out of the emergency exit and into the car park. He chucked me in the back of the van and drove off.

I stayed awake as long as I could but then the pain and exhaustion overpowered me and handed me to the darkness.

I woke up with him sat on top of me.

"Hhhheeeeyyyy bbbeeeaaauttttiffffffff" he said.

He's been drinking. I was surrounded by beer bottles and shattered glass.

He pulled up my hospital gown and stroked the inside of my legs. I flinched but he pinned me down. He put my legs over his shoulders and licked my thighs.

I wriggled and squirmed but he was too powerful.

"I like thisssss gown you'll have tooooo wear thissssss everytime for mmmme" he slurred.

Yeah right the first opportunity I get this is going to be burnt to a crisp and I am changing my clothes.

What's mum doing right now? What has she told Madi? Has she told her why they left? Or why they left me behind?

Sometimes it makes me feel sick thinking about what mum has done. But then other times I am thankful that they went so Madi is safe. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he hurt Madi in anyway.

He sighed and rolled off me. I hoped he would land in glass and hurt himself for what he has done.

But at least I am free from the hospital and those stuck up nurses who think they know everything but they are not doctors and they certainly don't have a clue about my life.

I am stuck. I have no idea where I am or how to escape him. My body is his. I'm his possession and I doubt he will ever let me go without a fight.