The loud smashing from downstairs was a result of Zoe dropping her plate on the floor, which of course, she couldn’t clean up herself. I was forced to clean the glass up while also cooking her another dinner. After I was done, I escape to the attic once again and immerse myself in one of my hidden books.
I had just read through a chapter of the book, when I hear the front door knocking. I always stop what I’m doing when the door knocks, I think a part of me hopes that somehow someone has found out what my family have been doing and will come and save me. As you can see, that hasn’t happened yet but I’m holding out to hope that it will.“Oh Francis, what can I do for you?” Patrick asks which told me who was there, it was one of our nice neighbours who used to always smile at me when I would walk by.“I have been sent to all the neighbours to tell them there us this fair like event happening tomorrow, someone important is visiting and all the residents have to attend, that includes the daughter of your wife that you keep locked away.” Francis says in a harsh tone, this does take me by surprise that he brought me up, but I knew there was no way that Patrick would allow me to leave.“I’m sorry Francis, but I have no idea who you are talking about. My wife and I only have two children together.” Patrick says as like I suspected him to, there would be no way he would just allow me to parade around like I haven’t been locked away from the world.“Oh don’t play dumb with me Patrick, all of the old residents know that Pamela had a baby before she met you. Yes she was young but she tried with Evermore, but when you came onto the scene that poor baby was left alone. Now, she better be at this event tomorrow because if she is not, I will have no other choice but to call the authorities as it will be clear that something more sinister has happened to her. There are many residents who will back up all of my claims, so for you sake, bring her.” Francis spits at Patrick which did make me sit up shocked, I have never heard anyone talk to Patrick like that!“Fine, she’ll be there.” Is all he says before closing the door, my eyes go wide on hearing that I will actually be able to leave the house, something I haven’t been able to do in years!But I knew Patrick, he might say I’ll be there but it’s highly unlikely. What are people going to think when they see me? I thought everyone had forgotten about me, but according to Francis, people remember me! I hear heavy footsteps getting closer to me, I place my book under my bed again and run over to the window on the other side acting like I hadn’t just heard what was being said.Before I knew it, the door to the attic opened and in walks Patrick. He hadn’t been in this place forever, so I knew how disgusted he was going to feel looking around.“Come here, you sorry piece of rubbish.” He spits at me as soon as he spots me, I swing my legs off the seat and slowly makes my way over to him.He walks over and takes ahold of my hair so I was looking him in the eyes, I hold onto his hand to try and make him stop pulling.“I don’t know if you’ve just heard what that man said, but for whatever reason we all have to head to the centre of town tomorrow and that includes you. Now I know we don’t have any issues with you telling people what has been happening, let’s me honest you haven’t uttered a word in years. But if you try to wander off, you will not like the beating that you receive when I find you.” He tells me so close to my face that his spit was getting in my eyes, but I didn’t break eye contact as I knew he hated that. “You are to stay by my side the entire time, got it?” He asks his eyes deadly, I nod my head as much as I could due to him still having a death grip on my hair.Once I agreed, he throws me so I land on the floor with a thud looking up at him. He shakes his head looking to the side slightly.“I’ll have one of the girls bring you up some clothes, we don’t want people seeing you like that. Don’t get used to this.” He tells me before walking over to the door and slamming it behind him, while I still lay on the floor a little dumbfounded at what just happened.I slowly get to my feet, my head hurt from how tightly he was pulling my hair out. I wanted to say that I was used to what he did to me, but the pain is something that you never get used to no matter how long you have to endure it. I place my hand to my hair to see a piece of my hair in my hands, he pulled so hard that my hair ripped out. I know what is happening tomorrow is a kind of break for me, but hearing that I have to be at Patrick’s side did scare me slightly.But on the bright side, I’ll be away from this attic and the house for a few hours. You never know, one of the neighbours might actually call somebody and I’ll be free, but I knew how unlikely that was to happen. I wonder what people are going to think when they see me again? Will they be surprised that I’m still around? As like they said, they haven’t seen me in a few years, maybe people have been going over different theories of what they think happened to me? Do you think even the people that weren’t here at the time have heard about me? I have so many questions now Francis has turned up.Whatever happens tomorrow, at least I would get some fresh air or even a fresh start.The morning of whatever event this is soon rolls around, where you could just tell by the way in which Patrick was acting, he was growing nervous. I had been kept away for years and in conditions that most would dem inhumane, which is something he definitely, does not want people to find out about. I was finishing getting ready for the day in the attic, they had allowed me to shower which meant I was fixing my hair so I looked presentable. The girls had given me some clothes, where they loved to tell me that I could keep them as they didn’t want to touch anything that had been on my body. But I didn’t mind that much, that meant that I had some fresh clothes that I could wear. I stare at myself in the tiny broken mirror that was on the wall, I don’t look in the mirror much as it only makes me sad to what I have become over the years. My bright green eyes have turned dull in a sense due to the constant abuse and hunger that I endure and feel on a daily basis. My mother constantly tell
After the man’s little speech, everyone begins to get back to what they were doing before and talking amongst themselves. My eyes remained on the floor as I tried to rationalise what just happened, how and why did I feel like that when him and me made eye contact? Could it be down to me staying in the attic for too long and don’t know what it means to socialise? Before these questions could swirl around my mind any longer, Patrick who still had my arm begins to pull me out of the crowd of people. For a second, I also forgot that he was a person! “Me and the girls are going to do some shopping around the stalls, do you want to come?” My mum turns to ask Patrick, not that she would ask me if I wanted to join their little bonding time. “No, I’ll stay behind and make sure this disgrace doesn’t try to make a run for it.” He responds looking down at me, my mother sends me a disgusted look before walking away with the two girls. “Now you may see why we keep telling you that you’re too muc
I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking as I sat with my body pressed against the door of the car, the king man was sat a short distance away from me but just from the manner he was sat, I could see he wanted to get closer to me. My heart was pounding in my chest as the worried thoughts of what may lay ahead for me consume my mind, how on earth have I landed myself in this situation? I try to avoid looking at the man at all costs, I was worried if I stare at him for too long he would lash out like Patrick does. But the times he would turn to look at me, he would either smile or send me a look of sadness. I could sense that he wanted to speak but also knew, I wouldn’t reply. I turn my full attention to the window watching the whole world pass us by, I’m seeing more of the world than I did before I was locked away for all of those years. We were quite far away from the village, back in his speech he told the town that his kingdom isn’t far from the village. But from this car ride alone,
I was sat in what appears to be my new bedroom for a few long moments, my brain attempting to comprehend what has been happening but due to how complex this all felt, it was finding that topic difficult. I still haven’t got a clue why I’m here, when I asked Axel he was more than a little cagey with his response. He kept repeating that I would learn in time why I was here and I only needed to trust him, but when and how am I going to learn what he was talking about?! I have been locked in the attic for more years than I could count on my fingers, yet the first guy that I meet and who technically, saved me from that life, wants me to trust him off the bat! Now I can’t deny that I do get this weird but wonderful feeling when I’m around Axel, somewhere I just know that he will protect me no matter what happens. But the part of my brain that isn’t fully mesmerised by him is telling me that none of this is making sense, I know I have been away from society for so long but even I know that
Axel remained true to his word and didn’t leave my side the entire time, the doctor was also very kind and would explain to me what he was doing and why. The exam took quite a long time, I was knackered by the end but I knew had to push through due to Axel wanting me to have a proper check up. At the end of the exam, the doctor explained that I was severely malnourished and would need to take different kind of supplements to give my body a little push. Axel said he would handle all of that for me, which I did find very helpful as I did worry that I would forget to take what I needed, or take too much at one time. The doctor also took some blood so he could check everything over, whilst taking the blood the bruise that Patrick, left on my arm earlier in the day had very much pronounced itself. I saw anger flash Axel’s expression when his eyes landed on the bruise, he had to look away slightly taking deep breaths in before he turned back to me smiling. It wasn’t really a surprise to m
I was able to get showered and dressed into the fresh clothes just in time, I have to say there is nothing better than a good morning shower. Back at home, I would only be able to shower when everybody was out the house. But I could never fully enjoy it, I would feel the need to rush just in case one of my family decided to come home early and catch me. I walk back into the bedroom, taking a look around with a little smile on my face. This is the first time that I can remember where I’m genuinely happy, I mean I’m confused on why I’m here and why Axel would want to show an interest in somebody that looks like me. Thinking about Axel, the memory of the dream I had last night fills my mind. I still cannot shake the feeling that what I’m calling a dream, wasn’t a dream at all. For starters, I never met Joey to my knowledge, I only knew his name because Hannah mentioned him one time so nonchalantly, that it’s shocking that I even registered what she said. Why would I dream of two people
After the hug Axel and I shared, he began to show me the other beautiful areas in the garden. I would have been amazed by what I saw when we first walked in alone, but the sheer beauty of the rest of the garden simply took my breath away. There was a huge rose garden with every colour of rose that you could think of! Axel explained how roses were his mother’s favourite flower, so he thought it would be a wonderful idea to have this part of the garden created to honour her. There is also a river that runs through the garden, where as you walk along you can hear all the amazing sounds of nature. He told me we had just scratched the surface on every part of the garden, there were still so many more parts for me to see which I couldn’t wait. We were just stood under an old looking apple tree, you could see not many apples grew anymore and the ones that did, didn’t look really edible. This seems to be the only part of the garden which isn’t prim and proper, I would have thought it would
Axel held my hand as Hannah and I were both led back indoors, I mean I was upset that the lovely morning outside was ruined by whoever that unusual guy was! But I knew I would feel so much more terrified if we remained outside. What I had witnessed myself scared me, but to see the way in which everybody around me was acting, didn’t make me feel any better. They must have had some experience with this man I learnt was Johnathan, due to the way in which he and Hannah were interacting back there. The way he was acting also stood out to me, it was as though he was taunting us and knew exactly, what he needed to say to make Hannah start to fear what he could do next. This could mean that him showing up was planned, he didn’t just decide out of the blue that he was going to break into this place and see us. It is like he knew Axel and Joey, would be preoccupied with whatever the emergency was to rush straight over to us. As I don’t speak, I spend most of my time observing others and I’ve