Copyright Stevie Turner 2019
I have added 2 chapters, as Chapter 11 is not very long…
Chapter Eleven (you can find Chapter 10 here)
I’m awake. They’ve left me alone at last. I didn’t want that man’s hands on me. My head is on fire, and a tingling sensation runs from my eyes all the way down to my feet. It’s dark and I don’t know what’s going on, but I do feel very different. It’s strange though. Heat pulses up and down my body, and I cannot lie still. I wriggle about in the bed and try to get more comfortable.
“Mum?” I venture quietly. “Mum?”
The word comes out properly! I am aghast. I say the first thing that comes into my head.
“A wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard, the less he spoke.”
Suddenly I don’t care that it’s night time…
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