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I gazed down the staircase, and saw her blonde rat tails hang down her neck like a serpant over somebodys shoulder. A cold breeze blew from the open door, and I feared what would happen tonight.
In the past few weeks people had been visiting the house, and I was no longer in that impregnable routine that I had become ever so used to. Since my Dad met her I became more of 'nuisance'. She didn't like me out of my room when people visited. I dont know why. I never did anything to her.
On this particular night, four men were downstairs, speaking to my Dad and her. I really needed the toilet. Surely if I crept across the landing I wouldn't get noticed. I entered the grey bathroom, and smelt the smell of alchol, smoke and urine. I hated the house now, I wasn't safe, not when she was around. I then slowly crept towards to my room, when I was noticed.
The man shouted at me, told me to come down. I knew I was in for it. She said I couldnt leave my room. I slowly emerged down the stairs, fearing what I should do. The man breathed on me, and I smelt the smell of smoke. The man had packages in his hands, and money. He then placed the items on a makeshift table, and spoke. I reconised his voice as one that had been filling the house nearly every night.
The man slowly probed me with Questions. And from that night onwards, things began to change. I was no longer a little girl.
A message from Magic
Yuk. I dont really know how to phrase it