My legs hurt as I run to my car, quickly climbing in. I look around me as I pull out of the street and speed through the city. Panting and crying, I can’t relax. My eyes are constantly looking around me. Every car that looks like theirs has me turning to look. Every person, everything, has me on edge. My eyes look down as the tears roll across my face, the blood on my clothes and hands. Deciding to stop, I take out my phone, delete the app, and then turn it off before driving again. I planned this, and I have a place far enough away to go and hide. The issue is, I am scared they are following. Fear trembles through my body. I wish I could say once I get there, I will be fine, but how can I be? It will take time for me to feel free and like I haven’t been followed. Two hours into driving, I stop and park the car, ensuring it is a fair distance from where I am staying. If it isn’t close and they find my car, I have time to escape. I am c

At the cafe, I jump at every noise, voices that sound similar have my panicking and while I am trying to concentrate, I make so many mistakes. This job is important though, so I try to push back my fear and ignore the noises and zone out until I need to hear. It helps, for some time it does help. I see that Sarah has a lot of questions. She is always asking me about myself, my family, where I lived before, who I know around here. I try to avoid her questions but that just makes her look at me like I am holding back secrets. I am, all it takes is one name to be muttered and they will find me, so for now, I ignore her questions and just concentrate on work. The nights out the staff invite me to get ignored as well. The less time I spend out the less chance there is I will be found. I tell my dad that I can’t go home this time, I make up an excuse that the apprenticeship is going well but they requested I work extra, it means I avoid going home and their questio

Waking it is early, but I can’t be bothered. I pack a bag and leave. I plan everything in my head. I know they will ask me questions, or maybe they won’t? I haven’t been home in so long there is a chance they won’t even think about the fact I am still meant to be on the apprenticeship. Time off, I will lie and say I saved up a few holidays from it so I have a long one. A few hours later I stand outside the house. Time to go in. Moving I walk in, my mum’s eyes widening. Time for fun, I laugh as she runs towards me screaming. “Trixie! You’re home early.” She hugs me as I smile at her. “I have a few weeks off. So, I thought I would come and see you guys.” She begins to pull me into the house, she looks far too happy to see me. “Your dad will be so happy to see you Trixie, you have been gone too long.” I nod, I know I have. Coming home usually involves questions about the apprenticeship, questions I couldn’t answer and had to make up answers to. “

Waking it is nearly eight, it is far too early, but already it is a nice day. Grabbing the book from my bag I walk outside, lying back reading by the pool as the sun soaks through my skin. It is perfect, I have missed this, missed just relaxing in a garden. My place doesn’t have a garden, so even on nice days this wasn’t possible. “Oh, you’re already up.” The sound of Damon’s voice behind me. “Yes. I figured I would just have a day doing nothing, reading a book I started nearly a year ago.” I get distracted too easily back home. I watch as the book disappears, sitting up I stare at Damon. “This shit? Why are you reading trash like this, it’s for women who can’t get laid and need to read it to get the experience.” A laugh escapes my mouth. “Apparently, I can’t get laid!” He stares at me shocked, silence filling the space between us. “Why don’t you just stop? Leave me alone, and stop talking to me? Go home Damon, and wait for my real Daddy to co

“Are you done whoring yourself to anyone and everyone?” “No, now if you don’t mind, I have some more whoring to do. Can you leave as you’re kind of blocking me from whoring myself out.” “Trix, baby please! Your dad will damn kill him and any other man who touches you in that way!” I nod laughing. “At least they agreed and didn’t run. You’re acting like I am a virgin Damon, I am sure even my dad realises I am not and I am nothing like Mel!” “Trix, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Sitting and drinking with kids? Almost fucking your dads clubs members?” “Last time I checked Damon, getting the hell away from you and finding any guy who will fuck me how I want him to without him running scared. Any guy would, let’s be honest.” I watch as he removes his jacket. Throwing it onto the chair. “Not a chance, you were foolish, if the police had seen you sat with that child you would be locked up. Hell, if you dad had seen that, or what you