Invisible 2 Magic, you see me don't you?' I say through interrupting sobs. He lays down next to me. I rest my head against his warm neck and inhale that comforting smell. I don't know how long we lay there in the dewy grass against the huge oak towering above us. Eventually I checked my watch. It was 7 o'clock! No way its been 3 hours? It's gonna kill me. I shake Magic. He looks at me annoyingly but realises by the look on my face that its an emergency. 'Go Magic, I have to go! I'll see you tomorrow now run!' I shoo him into the woods and run back to the house. I don't call it home beause that isn't what it is. A home. I finally reach the house. I'm panting and have a scarlet face. I climb the steps and turn the key in the rusted lock. I tiptoe in...not making a sound. 'Oh hello sweetie'. Oh no. It's being sarcastically nice. This is worse than full on anger. She strolls towards with me, a smug look on her face. Then, she slaps me. I touch my cheek shakily. A burning sensation is ripping through my left cheek. I wish I was invisible now. 'Where've you been, you stupid child?' I just look at her still holding my cheek. 'Answer. Me.' I don't answer. Another slap. This time across the temple. 'Answer the question, India' She spits out the question, hissing my name at the end. 'I was running errands.' 'Running errands?' she says 'What do you think I am? Stupid?' 'No' I shouldn't have answered back. Oh no. I prepare myself for another blow. But there isn't one. She just smiles. 'Get into the attic.' I don't have a bedroom. 'And you can stay there until you tell me the truth' I trudge up the stairs. And climb up into the attic. Another one of her tactics. I'll probally spend 3-4 days locked up here. With no food. Luckily, I was prepared. It likes to do this from time to time. Lock me away, its fun to It. I open my secret stash of 2 packets of crackers and 3 bottles of water. Not much but its better than nothing. Trust me, I know. I sit on my old mattress and munch on a cracker. And think of Magic. He'll know. He's used to these unexpected disapperances by now. Suddenly I hear the front door open and then slam closes. The Monster's here. Thats what I call him because thats what he is. A monster. He's obviously finished 'work'. Which is basically trafficking vietnamise children into the country...to be prostitutes, and be drugged and kept prisoner. There have been many children kept in our house temporarily, they were caged in my room, I had to sit on my mattress and stare at little girls sobbing and muttering in a different language. I know the gried they feel. Because I am one of them.