My head is throbbing, I feel very sick. I try to open my eyes but I can’t, I can’t move my legs or my arms. I lay here waiting to hear some sort of noise. I can hear birds singing outside and wind blowing in trees. I can sense its morning but I can’t open my eyes but so desperately want to.
I lay where I am, waiting for something to happen. I pray in my head to wake up at home in my own bed and all of this to be a nightmare. I hear someone come into the room.
‘Mum is that you.’ I say barely able to speak properly and not even sure if the words came out right.
‘It’s Mike, how are you feeling?’ Disappointment struck me that all these events are real. I can slightly move my feet and can make my hands twitch. I decide not to answer Mike and a few seconds later he spoke again.
‘John how is you?’ He said again, I just continued to ignore him.
‘Look John, I know you can talk, you have a fever I don’t think your well.’
Finally I’m able to open my eyes, I realise I'm not in the same room I was in before. I look around to find I'm in some sort of cellar or basement. There are wooden beams above me with a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I feel cold; the air smells thick and stale. Mike is standing over me dressed in a black hoodie and jeans.
‘Where am I?’ I ask.
‘You’re in a safer place we can look after you here John.’
‘I just want to go home.’ I burst into tears. I’m completely terrified at this whole situation with no idea where I am or what's happening to me.
‘You’ll be home soon enough don’t worry.’ He whispered.
‘Please just let me go!’ I pleaded. Crying and shaking, I can feel pain in my head, my lower back is really sore. I’m bursting for the toilet and I'm struggling to hold it in. I feel so sore completely scared and completely helpless.
‘I can’t let you go just yet John, I think you know that.’
I continue to lay there in complete discomfort with pain taking over my mind.
‘I really need to go to the toilet. Please let me go!’
‘Ok I’ll be back in a minute,’ said Mike. Moments later he returns with a bucket, places it on the floor with some toilet roll and leaves the room. I hear the big wooden door lock behind him and spring up off the mattress I'm lying on. The room smells musty and has a very small window in one of the corners. The ceiling is painted white but flaking and the walls are bare brick. The window in the corner is open and I can still hear the sound of nature outside and the wind blowing.
Still bursting for the toilet and literally not able to hold it any longer I pull down my jeans and squat over the bucket releasing. The pain is intense; it hurts so much my knees buckle. Once I finish I notice blood on the tissue. I cried out coming to the realisation what might have happened to me but can’t admit it to myself and block it out as nothing had happened.
I lay myself back on the musty mattress I've been sleeping on and just wait. I'm not even sure what I'm waiting for. I find it hard to control my emotions sobbing to myself hating myself, feeling dirty and completely violated. The thought of suicide entered my head for the first time in my life. I look around to see if there is anything available to do the dreaded deed. I think about my dad, the very thought suddenly makes me feel strong. I need to stay strong, I can’t weaken. I need to be strong I need to survive this not just for my dad but for me. I still can’t except what I think may have happened to me however, I'm going to fight for my survival, I’m going make things very difficult for Mike even if it kills me I'm going to fight.
Not too much longer later I hear the door unlock, in walks Mike looking tall strong and powerful making me feel completely vulnerable.
‘How do you feel?’ He said in a soft tone.
‘Go away!’ I said aggressively ‘I know what you are and you’re going to pay when my dad finds this out!’
‘Don’t be like that John I'm the good guy in all this,’ he said handing me a plate of pancakes with orange juice. I take the plate of food and throw the whole thing in his face as hard as I could, hope it doesn’t hurt him. He just blocked it by raising his forearm then grabs me by the throat.
‘Don’t you dare try anything like that you little bastard. I’m on your side. If I could let you go I would but I can’t,’ he said squeezing harder with every word.
‘Get off me!’ Screaming trying to kick and punch him, not being able to reach. He drove me hard down on the mattress.
‘I told you to calm down!’ I stop instantly and strangely I'm not feeling too scared at this very moment.
‘Tell me what's going on?’
‘I can’t tell you, just calm down, trust me ok!’
‘Trust you? I don’t trust you, you’re keeping me prisoner and feeding me drugs,’ the rage in me makes me brave. He releases his grip slightly, taking the opportunity I jump up, charge at him driving my thumb into his eye. My thumb goes in deep causing him to scream out in pain like a little girl. With his strength he throws me across the room winding me, he grunts at me whilst glaring with dark evil eyes, then leaves room locking the door behind him.
Once I got my breath back I feel a sense of satisfaction that I have caused this guy some pain, but still couldn’t understand or work out what is going on or why I'm here?