Fang 32

Gypsy

Jesus Christ on a cracker, my head hurt. It felt like someone was drilling into my brain.

I squinted, opening my eyes just a touch. I didn’t want her to realise I was awake if I could help it. Not straight away anyway, because I remembered everything. Right up until Melanie had smashed my head against the window for the third time.

She had taken me by surprise, but it was her betrayal that stung the most. I had trusted her. And so had my dad. There was no way on God's green earth he would have sent her if he didn’t. My father had many faults, but he loved me.

I half expected to see a lone light bulb swinging over my head, figuring that’s how those situations usually played out. The attacker would take their victim to some dimly lit, one lightbulb warehouse, all creepy and shit.

But there wasn’t a lightbulb. Instead, I found myself staring at a ceiling painted cream not that far above my head.

My eyes flew open. A cream ceiling with a smudge of footprints on it. Small footprin