Ray laid in bed, his pillow was wet from his tears, the bed sheets were stained with sticky white liquid and blood. Even though his father had gone back to his room, he could still feel him inside of him. He sniffed and took in a deep breath before drying his watery eyes. He stumbled out of bed and quickly pulled out some clean clothes, he slipped them on and ran out of his room. No more. He couldn't take it any more. He turned back and looked around the house just to make sure no one was watching him.
“I'm sorry mum.” He whispered. “But I can't stay here with that monster.” He turned back and ran out of the house and into the woods. It was the only place no one will think to look for him, he knew no one in the village, he had no friends, so it was his only option. He jumped over the little stream that ran through the woods and made his way passed the dark trees. He screamed as he tripped on a tree root, twisting his ankle as he fell to the floor hitting his head on a large rock. His vision began to blur as he saw a dark figure walking towards him. He tried to get back up again but it was too painful to move. As the figure moved closer and closer to him as his eyes closed completely.
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Frank laid tied to a table, his eyes followed his captures every move. The man placed a black bag over his head and poured the bucket of water over it. Frank screamed kicking against the restraints but to no avail. Water boarding was a terrible form of torture. It simulated drowning, it could cause lung and brain damage from the person being deprived of oxygen, they could also get broken bones from struggling against their restraints. After the bucket was empty the man pulled the bag off his head, seeing the tears running down his face made him feel no pity for the young boy. He took out a knife and stabbed it repeatedly in Frank’s chest.
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“Frankie no!” Helena screamed shooting up from her bed. Her breaths were heavy and her heart was beating faster then she's ever experienced. She took a deep breath and climbed out of her bed. She walked up to her door and tried to open it, still locked. She sighed and reluctantly walked back to her bed. She laid back down staring at the ceiling.
“Oh Frank, I'm so sorry.” She mumbled. She started to think where they might have taken him. Where Mikey was. Was he alright? Was he safe? Did Gerard find him? And what about Frank? Did he manage to escape? Helena felt like a piece of her was missing. Frank had been her friend since they were very little, she smiled remembering the day the first met. He stole a juicy looking apple off one of the stands and hid behind her house while the guards ran to look for him. She found him cowering in the dark corner hoping she didn't see him, but instead of handing him over to the police like anyone else would have done, they instantly became friends. Then she thought back to when she met Mikey and Gerard. It was Gerard's first day at school and was really nervous about it. She saw Mikey crying at the front door and being held back by his father as he couldn't go with his older brother. He was too young to even understand, after Gerard had left and was out of sight, Mikey sat down on the ground with his knees pushed up to his chest and crying inside them. Helena took a seat next to him and asked him told him everything was going to be alright and he'll be back before he knows it. Mikey looked up at her and smiled.
“You must be the angel my mummy told me about.” His sweat voice echoed in her mind. Mikey was always an innocent child, even more then, than he was now.
“Oh Mikey.” Helena whispered remembering all their happy times together. But suddenly the happy thoughts stopped. And she was forced to remember back to her brother. Tears stung the backs of her eyes remembering that horrid night It was late at night and already behind on her house chores. When a group of drunken gypsies saw her unprotected, they dragged her into an alleyway and attempted to gang rape her when her older brother, who was out looking for her at the time, saw what was happening and ran to save her. As he attempted to get them off her, he received several punches to his head so the men could continue with what they had planned. He yelled at Helena ordering her to go back home. She knew better than to question her brother so did as he said, she just turned the corner when she heard him scream, she looked around to see one of them stabbed a dagger into his heart. She wanted nothing more than to run to him, hold him in her arms and tell him everything was going to be alright. But when the drunken gypsies saw she was still alive, she knew all she could do was run. And this is where running had gotten her, locked in her room and split from her friends.
