I was only metres from home when the silver Jag drew up beside me.
The tinted windows slid down with a whisper and a voice from inside said, “Get in.”…
I knew what horrors I’d be faced with if I turned around, but it was too late … they’d found me and they were taking me back.
I remember the first time it happened , I’d just got out of the shower and as I was getting dressed my step brother walked in , I asked him to leave but instead he slowly shut my bed room door, sat me down on my bed and explained it was his house and he could do whatever he pleased. Even though I knew deep down inside it wasn’t his house; it was my fathers, I was too scared to talk to him. My father and I never really had a relationship… he was one of those people that believed children should be seen and not heard.
My Parents were busy people which meant they were always out of the country which usually left me in the care of my step brother Mikhail, who was nineteen at the time. I used to think home was somewhere I’d feel safe, somewhere no one could harm me but I was wrong.
Home let me down, home hurt me and home abused me. Home took away something that belonged to me, something that was mine.
My name is Irina Samarina I’m fifteen years old and I am no longer pure, my knees are covered in dirt and on my wrists imprint the fingerprints of a sinner.
I don’t want to look him in the eyes because if I do I’ll cry and I can’t break … I won’t.
As he takes off my dress and slides down my under wear, I try to focus on the spider in the corner of the ceiling that’s trapped a fly in her web, she approaches her pray with such elegance … how can something so beautiful be so dangerous.
My concentration is broken by the cold sensation that engulfs my breast.’’ Mikhail what are you doing?’’ I ask as tears fill up my eyes and my vision is blurred.
‘’ Don’t talk ‘’ he grunts as his hands begin