This is a story about a little boy and girl who were kidnapped. (Part 1)
I have no idea what time it is but, it’s cold. My brother and I huddle together for comfort. I told him to place his hands into my shirt and I gave him my socks for more heat. My toes have begun to go to sleep, and hurt a little bit. But as long as my brother is ok, I am fine.
When are we going to go home? He asked me. David I say, that’s the new name given to him. This is our home. No it’s not he says. The Cameron’s are our parent’s now David. Stop saying that its not true. Parents don’t lock their children up under houses’. I am sure there are some parent’s who do that David. Marie shut up! He cries.
If you 2 want breakfast today, you will both stop talking like that. Do you hear me? Yes Misses Cameron. That is not what you are supposed to call me. Yes mom we both say. Now I am going to unlock this door. I want you both to go upstairs and get into the bath that I have prepared for you.
Mom my feet are asleep and can David and I take separate bath’s? Your feet Marie are numb and no you and David will take your bath’s at the same time. But, I start to protest. Do you want me to take a wet belt to your butt again for mouthing off. But I am not mouthing off. No mam my back still hurts from last time. If it still hurts then you would do well to do as I say. Yes ma’am. Now up stairs both of you.
David crawls out first, his face kind blue like he’s been in cold water for a couple of minutes. Oh my David you need some iron, it would help your body stay warm. I come out right behind him, my feet and face kind of purple and blue. I guess you need some iron to Marie, mom says.
Your father will be home soon and I want us all to have a good day today. I really don’t want to have to punish either of you today. Now go get undressed.
My brother is the first to undress. I watch as he takes off his shirt. His little body has bruise’s on the shoulder back and stomach. He received these bruise’s because, he wouldn’t give Mr. Cameron a hug. So he taught him a lesson.
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