by Ian Woodhead
Simon promised me that as soon as that evil man came back, he would do something about him. I don't have a clue what he means but I'm hoping that Simon will kill that evil bastard.
I can hear them just inches above me. Through the cracks in the floorboards, I can see Simon, that horrible woman and him. For the first time since that bastard chased me through that old brickyard close to my house, trapped me inside that huge chimney before his fist knocked me out, the man is actually laughing.
He has a sack over his shoulder and I feel myself going cold. I start to shake, for I know exactly why he is laughing. I recognise that sack as it is the same one that I travelled in. The man lowers it and loosens the top before pulling the material down to reveal a little girl. He rips away the tape and the girl screams, shouting for her mum and dad. I just hoped that that poor little girl gave that evil man some pain before he dragged her gagged and terrified body to this house of nightmares.
The man laughs again and tells her that from now on, she will be known as Bethany. When she screamed again, he slapped her hard before slinging the girl over his shoulder and taking her out of the room. I knew what lay in store for that poor little girl because he did the exact same thing to me when he first brought me here. I start to cry again and this time, I could not stop myself.
EPILOGUE
Did it bother me to now understand the full truth of my chequered history? Did it upset me to finally find out that my attempts to brutalise and cast my kidnapped boys into crude caricatures of the boy who existed before my abduction was just my subconscious attempting to come to terms with my aberrant upbringing?
No, not at all.
I sat still, pretending to still be out while that silly woman put forward that bizarre theory along with many others while they waited for the police. They must have taken the keys for the manacles from my body while I was really under, freed the boy and put me in his place.
Bennie was now shouting at Bethany, demanding to know why she hadn't gone to the authorities as soon as she found out that I still lived.
I would have so loved to have heard her answer but the woman left the living room, saying that she could hear the sirens. I could hear them as well.
After a couple of seconds, I heard him follow her out I opened one eye. I had perhaps two to three minutes to get out of these chains and find a suitable hiding place before the police arrived. I don't doubt that they would be arriving fully armed and alert because the phone that I stole from that policeman was on the fireplace.
My heart beat at a steady rate while I reached for that dropped fork. The police would not find me shackled up like some turkey waiting to be killed, nor would they find me in this house, no matter how hard they searched. I know how to make myself invisible.
It is one of my many hidden talents.
THE END