What was going to happen to me? How could I possibly get out of it?There was no way.There was no way.Mrs Johnson was talking to the police. "Her name ...s Tina Tomkins. Shesays she's four years old. Straight brown hair and a fringe. A prettyyellow short-sleeved dress. Yes. She's a cutie pie."I cringed, sinking further into the sofa. That was how people saw menow. Nothing but a little girl - a cutie pie.I tried to shut the sound of her voice off, focusing on the televisioninstead. The bright. I just feel like Im old before my time. We take each other for granted byron. Do you know what I mean?* BYRON: *No. What do you mean?* RACHEL (shrugging): *We take it for granted that well always be there for each other.* BYRON (confused): *Well thats a good thing. Isnt it?* RACHEL (shaking her head): *No. Its not.* (Pause) BYRON: *Do you still want to stay here? With me?* RACHEL: *It could be awkward.* BYRON: *Id like you to stay Rach. You can have the bed. Ill sleep in the other room.* RACHEL. They tightened further on her wrists and cut in to her skin.'Brad,' Eva shouted out.There was no reply.'Brad, help me get out of these cuffs,' she shouted, starting to panic.Suddenly the cuffs were released and the movement in her arms and shoulders returned. As she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt hands on her arms and legs and she was being lifted. She was totally disorientated. Her body was being taken across the room and she was placed on a cool, padded bench. Her hands were fastened. Seeing his face John recognized him as a fellow classmate. Seeing the boy shy away from him annoyed him a bit. To him cowering in fear didn’t make sense. Standing up John looked down and asked, “Why do you accept being weak?” Sobs and whimpers were his only replies. Leaving the boy John walked home. In the blink of an eye graduation day was upon him. Finished dressing up in his navy gown, he went to the claustrophobic kitchen and sat carefully on the folding chair. His arm rested on the light.