I imagine Mom and Dad and Nancy are all worried sick or heartbroken. I wonder if the police are still looking for me. How many weeks or months has it ...een? I don't know. I just don't know, and that eats away at me. Without sunlight there is only one thing that anchors me to any sort of routine. There is one thing that I do know to expect. This 'morning' it begins like any other. I wake up to hear a pounding on the other side of the wall."Wake up, bitch. You've got a customer."Near one side of. I said fucking hell kyle im sweet with it , my mums not had a man in ages she will enjoy it as much as you now go and fucking try it you shitbag, he rubbed his hands and went out onto the corridor. i closed the door and ran to the balcony and looked in . kyle knocked on , my mum put down her book and answered the door , he asked her for the cream and he walked in behind her , she went in the bathroom and got him it , she asked kyle do you want me to rub sum in your shoulders they look abit sore. ‘Melanie, what’s wrong?’ she called as Melanie locked herself behind the door. She stripped off her wrinkled dress, stuffing it into the trashcan before turning on the shower. She let the warm water wash over her skin. She scrubbed her entire body, especially her thighs and between her legs. She must have been in the shower for over forty minutes, but when she came out, Poppy was waiting for her. ‘Melanie, you tell me what happened last night, right now,’ she demanded. ‘I-I,’ Melanie said. Why was it these people thought they had the answers? I was sure that a lot of our problems stemmed from their psychobabble. The two sitting close to me were discussing the problems of people who were "enablers".This dovetailed into the tough-love solution that these two raved about. I shook my head, and of course, this motion caught their attention."You disagree?" one of them asked me."I think that attitude is one of the reasons why there are problems with the young in our country today," I.