• Part Two

    Ginger woke up startled, this wasn’t her room… she tried to sit up, but her wrists and ankles were tide to some sort of table that she was laying on, she scanned the room making little notes to herself, white, all the walls were white and so was the ceiling and floor, some sort of tube was running through her body and there was a machine next to her that made a soft bleep every few seconds, she seemed to be in the middle of the room, and one of the walls was glass with a glass door in, she raised her head a little and she saw people walking past in white coats, one white coated man walked passed with a trolls with craites on that had bares on one of the sides, ginger gasped as she looked hard at one of the crates, two hands were holding onto the bars, and inside was a little boy, no more than 6 years old, he looked very tired and worn out and his pale face was battered and burised. The trolley went passed. Suddenly the glass door to the room room slid open with a beep and a man strode in also in a white coat. his shadow fell over ginger and her eyes widened “hello…Ginger.” Dale said chuckling.

    “no, you cant marry him! I wont let you!” nate shouted, his mother, Martha, sighed and sat down at the kitchen table
    “you cant stop us, me and George are very much in love.”
    “but, but he hates me!” his mother gave him a sarcastic look
    “sure he does, he hates you so much that he gives you presents and is lovly to you.”
    “no, but he does! He said that if I don’t buck up, hes going to get rid of me once and for all!”
    “mhmm, you just keep thinking that, I know that all your trying to do is stop him from marrying me, but its not working, that’s a poor attept.”
    “but mum! He hits me!” his mother quickly stood up, frowning deeply.
    “alright, that’s enough, you’ve officially taken it to far.”
    “but he does!” nate shouted, he felt a prickeling in his nose and tried to hold back the tears.
    “for hevans sake nate!”
    “but…but-“ he began but his mother cut him of
    “that’s enough," she repeted. "get up to your room, right, now!”
    “bu-“ he started, but then relized there was no point in going on, he brow furrowed and he tilted his head down
    “go on.” His mother said, pointing at the kitchen door. “up you go.” Then Nate, dragging his feet along the floor, slowly climbed the stairs, but then emotion over run him and he raced up to his room, slammed the door, and threw himself face down onto his bead crying. Its not fair! He thought, why cant I just go live with dad? He brought his head up and wiped his wet eyes on his sleeve then he sighed and rolled onto his back snivelling. Just then, his door opened slightly and somewon came in, nate was half expecting it to be his mom, but no, his eyes widened and he quickly sat up, a hand grabbed his sholder and shook it roughly.
    “what kinda stunt were you trying to pull back there?” george said quietly, after all, he dident want his fiance to hear him. his face was dark and angry, he quickly brought his hand up and nate flinched, he was about to open his mouth to scream and his mother would come running up the stairs to see what the matter was, and she would witness george hitting him! But no, georges hand clamped down over nates mouth, he shook his sholder again “do you reliz, that your mother might of belived you? And then id be chuked out!” he hissed
    “well, that would be wonderful.” Nate muffled from under his hand, george tightened his grip on nates sholder, right on the pressure point, causing him to cry out, but its was stiffeled by his hand
    “don’t you dare try and do that again! alright?” no response “…alright?” he repeted and titened his grip again, nate winced and gave a little nodd “good.” Then he pulled his hands away and walked to the door and put his ear agenst it, he could hear Martha coming up the stairs now, he turned to nate who had brought his knees up to his chest and was gritting his teeth. “Don’t tell anyone about this.” George warned quietly, then he opened the door “ok, well its been nice to having this chat.” He suddenly said chearfuly but loud enough that Martha could hear. “im so glad you agree with this marridge, I thought you wouldent, but you’re a good boy, im very proud of you. maby I could take you to a football match sometime? Ok…ok, cya then.” And he shut the door, nate listened carfuly to the voices outside “I was having a chat with him.” george was saying “he was saying how much he loves having me here.” Nates lips pursed. That lying little… he thought.
    “that’s weird…” Martha said. “he was saying erlier that he dident…but its good he’s changed his mind anyway… I wonder why he’s been acting all strange lately…” Nate waited for his mom to come in and give him a hug, and tell him how sorry she was for arguing with him, but no, her footsteps went right passed his door. Well, that was it, there was no way he was going to stay here and get tortured by George, not to mention having to lie to his mom. He got of his bed and grabbed a backpack from his wardrobe and started stuffing things in it, all the necessaries, cloths, his sweets that he been saving for a special occasion, and money. he was going to get a train to London, that’s were his dad lived, were he used to live before he and his mom moved after the divorce. he slung his backpack over his shoulder. wincing a bit, he pulled down a bit of his shirt and looked at his shoulder, there was a bruise there, George was pretty strong. Then he silently went out of his room and went to his moms room, he was about to go in, and tell his mom he was going out, or staying at a friends, when he herd voices, his moms, and then Georges, a ball of hate was growing deep in Nates stomach and he was thinking of rushing in and telling his mom everything, then preferably showing her the bruise, but there would be no point, she wouldn’t believe him anyway, and George would just make an excuse. He silently crept downstairs and went out the front door, shutting it quietly behind him. It was cold outside, the evening chill was coming in, but he ignored it and huddled more into his hoodie.