?Its just I was wandering?? She said looking back down playing with the end of her shirt as she took a deep breath. ?Are you my dad?? She said as she ...lushed lightly. John began to cough.?What. Where did this come from?? He said as he pounded on his chest.?When we where moving I found a box of moms old clothes?? She began taking another breath. ?Inside I found her diary.? Life sunk out of him. He could remember his sister diary. He wondered how much his sister had written about what had. He should ignore the noises wait and approach them. He longed for home, and feared it as well. The sounds were coming from 50 yards to his right, the scene hidden from view by the dense underbrush. He did not need to see, to know. The girl’s scream pierced him, causing almost a physical pain that shot through his soul, cutting through the agony and the grief that filled him. The sound of the thrashing brush, testament to what was happening, and that knowledge fueled his anger. Rage that burned. A blindfold was wrapped around my eyes. My arms were held out in front, and I felt soft rope coiled around, and then my arms were lifted above my head. Higher, I was forced to stand on tip-toes, which was very difficult in my shoes.I was effectively tied helpless, in front of a door, my arms way above my head, and teetering on my five inch heels.A minute passed. Then another. I could hear Sir in the other room. This was uncomfortable.After what seemed an hour, but was probably only about five. “Honestly. If you saw the house I was living in, you’d know that staying here is the best present I’ve ever received,” I say. “You mean that?” Jodie asks. “Of course. This place is unbelievable. Do you really have pixies and goblins living here?” I ask. “Oh of course. I love them. Although, they all can be very mischievous so you have to be careful around them,” she says, coming back over to the bed. She then places her hand on my thigh. “Would you like to see them?” I nod. She takes my hand in.