It had been almost forty eight hours since Amelia had gone missing. Tom and his family along with Melanie and her family had been searching nonstop for Amelia. The police had also been searching for her too as they were worried about her mental health. Lewis had been released from police custody and although he had been kicked out of the family home, he had embarked on his own search for Amelia.
Night was about to fall and Amelia was shivering. She had found herself amongst a large exodus of trees. Her clothes were grubby and there were small nicks in her tracksuit bottoms around the knees. “You’re nothing. Let him rape you. You enjoyed it. Call him. Call him you dirty slut.” Amelia looked at her phone. “Do it. Let him abuse you.” Amelia didn’t want to call Lewis, but her new friend knew best. Her new friend knew everything about her, her dreams, her life, her hopes and her secrets. Amelia scrolled through her phone and called Lewis. There was no answer. The number she had for Lewis was the number he had used to send her abusive messages on. She tried calling it again but there was no answer. “Whore, dirty whore. Die, dirty whore, die.”
“Mum did you hear that buzzing coming from Lewis’ room?” Tom asked.
“Yes I did, it sounded like a phone vibrating”, Debbie replied. They rushed into Lewis’ room frantically searching for where the mysterious buzzing noise was coming from. “It could be Amelia”, Tom hoped. Tom was rummaging through the drawers while Deb was on her hands knees looking under the bed. She then lifted the mattress off the bed and found an old, grey phone. “Tom! Look, I’ve found a phone. It says two missed calls from “Bitch”. It could be Amelia!” Deb shrieked in both accomplishment and panic. Tom grabbed the phone off his mother and immediately called the number back there was no answer. “Damn it!” Tom yelled. “Why would she call him anyway?” Tom checked the number on the old, grey phone with his number for Amelia. “It matches mum, it matches! Why the fuck is she calling this number if he really did rape her?” Tom shouted. Tom began to click through the inbox on the mobile phone and Tom was disgusted by what he saw. He saw countless threats from Lewis to rape and kill Amelia and saw the abusive messages that he had sent her. “Look at this shit mum”. Tom felt sick. He could not believe that that he was related to a monster.
Amelia had now exited the exodus of trees and was now walking on the pavement of a busy road which was about half an hour away from where she lived. She was tired, her feet hurt and she needed a rest. She saw a bench further down the road and sat on it. It was not like her old picnic bench in her back garden. It was made of metal, and it was cold and hard but at least it meant Amelia got to rest for a while. It wasn’t long till a man dressed in a hoodie with a scarf wrapped around his face came and asked Amelia if she needed a place to crash for a few days. “I don’t even know who you are”, Amelia told the stranger.
“Oh you know me, better than you think”, the mysterious man said with menace in his voice.
“Go with him, go with him, hide with him. Fuck him, fuck him”. Amelia smiled and thanked the man, “Thank you for your kindness but I can only stay one night”. The man said nothing, but grabbed Amelia’s hand and dragged her down a dark, dingy side street. He removed his scarf and attempted to kiss Amelia, but Amelia backed off. When she looked into the man’s face, she turned a lighter shade of white and her heart sank.
“You’re an actual dirty whore Amelia”, Lewis said, in a menacing voice. “Did you think you would get away with your bullshit that easily? Did you think running away would be that easy? You were actually going to stay with a strange man? You disgust me!”
“You’re disgusting, disgusting and worthless. Loved by none, hated by all!”
“I just needed a place to crash. I can’t go home Lewis. Neither can you.” Amelia stated.
“What is this? A proposition?” Lewis smiled.
“Yes! Have him. Take him. Fuck him. You forgive him. He is the only one who will take you now you dirty slut. Dirty slut!”
“No. Just help me run away. You want me gone, so help me. Please!” Amelia pleaded.
“Coward. Whore. Slut.”
“Hah! You asking me for help? You lost me my family, my home and now you expect me to help you? You should be helping me! You know you wanted to fuck me that night Amelia, just like you want to fuck me now!” Lewis taunted.
“How did you find me?” Amelia asked. Lewis grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips.
“Who couldn’t smell a tramp like you?” Lewis replied, smirking.
“Tramp, tramp, tramp!”
“Alright then, come round here, round the back and chill for a bit. Some of my mates squat here. You owe me!” Lewis said.
“Okay I will tell everyone I made it up. I will write a letter. I promise!” Amelia exclaimed.
“Just get some sleep”, Lewis said, who had an evil plan up his sleeve.
It was cold in the old, terraced house. There was no heating and it was now November. Amelia was exhausted. She needed to get some sleep and found and old duvet upstairs. She found herself a little corner and rolled the duvet around her so she was not lying on the hard, cold floor. It was dark as the house had no electricity and Amelia began to listen to the traffic outside. She could hear the city moving; even though it was late it didn’t sleep. She had turned on her side when her thoughts were interrupted by Lewis. “Can we just put all of this behind us now? We both have nothing left. Both of our families hate us so why should we lose each other?” Lewis questioned Amelia. Amelia felt sick. She hated Lewis and she was sure that he hated her too but he was right. What did she have left? “Err okay then”, Amelia agreed. Lewis slumped down next to her and put his arm around her.
“I don’t hate you, you know Amelia”, he said. Amelia was taken by surprise and couldn’t bring herself round to say anything. “I know I did you wrong. I didn’t rape you Amelia, it wasn’t rape. It was love. You are beautiful and I wanted to love you. When I found out you were with my brother, I was jealous. I pretended to hate you. But now I have you”. Amelia stayed silent. She was speechless and unaware of Lewis’ motives. “Ungrateful slut. No one wants you. He’s lying. The rapist hates you.”
“If you want something to help you sleep, the guys downstairs will give you something”, Lewis said whilst getting up and leaving Amelia to her thoughts.
It was now late into the night and Amelia couldn’t sleep. She took a wander around the almost derelict, terraced house. It saddened Amelia to see a house in such disarray. It had probably once belonged to an old couple who had spent their entire lifetime living there. There were cracks in the walls and the wallpaper was outdated.There was a horrible fusty smell in the house. Amelia wandered into what looked like the kitchen when she heard a voice. “Can’t sleep?” said a guy with long, greasy hair, old ripped jeans and green bomber jacket. “No, I guess not”, Amelia replied.
“Have these, they will make you sleepy. Don’t worry they aint illegal. It’s Xanax, take them” the guy said. Amelia took the packet of Xanax and took a couple of the pills. “Thank you”, Amelia said with a smile. “My name’s Ralph and you must be Amelia? Lewis said you were here”, Ralph said. Amelia smiled politely and went back upstairs into her little spot she had made for herself and rolled herself back up again in the duvet. Amelia had become spaced out, but she felt relaxed so she began to shut her eyes in an attempt to get some sleep.
Amelia had tried to turn over, but she couldn’t. She felt like she was being crushed, like there was something heavy on top of her. She tried to open her eyes but they felt sore and her vision was extremely blurry. She blinked several times so she could clear her eyes to see what was stopping her from moving. She managed to open her eyes eventually and noticed that there was a figure on top of her and that she had become unwrapped from the duvet. She clenched her fist and punched the figure so hard that it fell from on top her. “I was only checking to see if you were breathing!” the figure replied.
“Oh so is that why my knickers are half way down my legs then you fucking pervert?” Amelia screamed. She didn’t know if she had been taken advantage of but she was in distress. She pulled up her knickers and her tracksuit bottoms. “You wanted it whore, you wanted it!”
“You need to say thank you to me for the Xanax you fucking pill head. Lewis was right, you are a dirty skank”, Ralph shouted at Amelia aggressively.
“Skank, skank, skank, skank, skank. Skank. Dirty, ugly skank. Skank, skank, skank.”
“I just wish you would all leave me alone!” Amelia screamed whilst running down the stairs. She ran through the hallway and out of the front door. She ran up the street. It was quiet and Amelia was alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment