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16. Don't Run

Rosie

Vincent stood there with a towel as I stepped out of the bath, gently wrapping it around me. The he guided me back to the bedroom, blocking any chance I had to look in the mirror on the way back.

I wouldn’t say he manhandled me, but I wasn’t given any other option than to return to the bed.

“Stay there, while I find you something to wear,” he instructed.

With nothing other than a towel wrapped around me, I wasn’t going anywhere.

When he returned he had one of his shirts, that was it.

I frowned slightly, “I need some underwear.”

Vincent chuckled, and gently swept a stray hair behind my ear with his finger. His hand lingering on my face.

“I don’t think so,” he murmured, “you’re going straight back to bed. You need to rest, then I’ll fetch you some food and Andrew will be along later to check up on you.”

I sighed, I think I preferred it when he was mean. At least then I knew where I was.

I took the shirt from him and slipped it on, before climbing back under the covers.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now have you got any requests?”

I frowned, “requests?”

Vincent rolled his eyes, “you said you were hungry.”

I’d completely forgotten about that. Truth was I wasn’t very hungry at all. Eating with a swollen lip wasn’t going to be much fun anyway.

“Anything, I don’t mind,” I whispered as I lay down.

Vincent just looked at me and nodded. By the look on his face, he knew I had lied, he didn’t say anything though. He just left the room.


I drifted off to that place where you’re not quite asleep, but not fully awake either. I had no real concept of how long I dozed for. I guessed it wasn’t for long. I felt the bed dip. When I opened my eyes I was surprised when it wasn’t Vincent. Instead Andrew sat there.

I was about to sit up, but he gently put a hand on my shoulder.

“Just relax Rosie, I’m just going to check you over.”

I sighed and nodded, as I relaxed back into the pillow.


Andrew examined the bruises. Looking more closely at the swelling on my face.

He put some more painkillers on the side table.

“You just need plenty of rest, but I’m sure Vincent will see to that,” he concluded.

I just rolled my eyes.

Andrew sighed, “what did you run for anyway, Rosie? What did you hope to achieve?” he questioned.

I sighed, “I just want to go home. I don’t belong here.”

Andrew stared at me and shook his head.

“Go home to what exactly. Your fathers house has been seized by the authorities, he’s sitting in prison charged with murder. Your ‘uncle’” he gestured quotation marks with his fingers, “has also been arrested. If you planned to go back to him it would be like going out of the frying pan and into the fire!”

I frowned, “what do you mean. I know my dad was arrested, but he wanted Uncle Daniel to take care of me, at least I wouldn’t be a prisoner in a strange country.”

Andrew sighed, “have you ever heard of internet grooming, Rosie?”

I shook my head, “whats that got to do with anything? Whatever it is.”

“Did you never wonder why Daniel stopped visiting your father?”

I shrugged, “I just guessed he was busy.”

Andrew rolled his eyes.

“It was because your father knew what he was up to. Your wonderful Uncle Daniel is nothing better than a child molester. You’re damn lucky Vincent took you. He’s a saint compared to his brother Daniel!”

Tears pooled in my eyes, “you’re lying. He would never...” my voice trailed off, not even wanting to utter the words, “he was never like that,” I sobbed, “he would never have done this!”

I gestured to my face.

“And you think Vincent did?” he countered.

I shook my head, “I...I don’t know anymore. When I’ve outlived my usefulness he’ll probably dispose of me anyway.”


Andrew shook his head, “He won’t Rosie, I can promise you that. There’s more to you being here than that.”

I turned away from him

“He probably told you to say that anyway,” I mumbled.

Andrew put his hand on my arm.

“There’s nothing left for you back home Rosie, just take my advice...don’t try and run. Vincent...well he has your best interests at heart.”

I felt the bed move as Andrew stood up.

“Just try and rest,” he concluded.

I heard the door open and close and he was gone.

I buried my head in the pillow, letting the tears flow as I sobbed silently.

I was never going to get out of here. I was never going to see my father again. I would be completely at Vincent’s mercy and when he tired of me I would probably end up in the bottom of a river somewhere. I just hoped it would be quick and painless. With my experience so far, I doubted that would be the case.


I half expected Vincent to walk in almost immediately after Andrew left. I was sure that everything he said, Vincent had told him to say. To try and brainwash me into not running again.

He made me promise I wouldn’t. But I think he knew deep down that I would. I knew I would. I couldn’t stay here. I had a life, and I wanted to live it. Not be some mobsters moll.

When I did finally hear the door, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I wasn’t sure if I could fool him, but I slowed my breathing. A trick I had learned at school. I hated sport, but I was good at it. The coach wanted me on the swim team, so I had learnt how to control my breathing. Who knew that it would become useful in a situation like this.


I heard him walk across the room. Then a clink as a plate was put on the side table by the bed. I focussed on my breathing. Not wanting to be distracted by external noises. Then I felt the bed dip. The tips of Vincent’s fingers brushed my cheek, as he swept my hair behind my ear.

I heard him sigh. I figured he must have guessed that I was faking it. Then I realised, he didn’t.

His thumb gently brushed a stray tear that was on my cheek.

“Damn you Daniel,” he hissed under his breath.

Then he moved his hand away from my face, and I felt the bed move as he stood up.

I felt strangely empty without his touch, but I had to be strong. If I was going to get out of here, I had to remind myself that he was the enemy.

I heard the door open, then softly close. I didn’t open my eyes, just in case he was playing some trick. Besides, I was actually tired. I also knew I needed to rest and get my strength back. I would need it for when I attempted my next escape.

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