“Don’t touch me!” I’m out of my cot and on my feet. “Don’t touch me!”I bolt for the door and pry it open, breaking out into the hall, running toward the utility closet. Damien is there, he told me to meet him and I forgot. I’d fallen asleep and forgot. But if he’s still there, he’ll know exactly what to do to make me feel better. He’ll know exactly what to say. He always does. He always will.More shrieking. I have this vision of Daddy in my mind. He’s removing his belt and I’m cowering in the corner of the kitchen. “No! Daddy! No!” I shut my eyes as tight as I can. “Make him stop! Make him stop!”Footsteps thunder behind me and muffled voices fill up the quiet hall. Someone shouts, “Where is she?”Another voice is added to the equation, “Tell us where she is, damn it!”Aurora replies in a full hysterical, nut job facade, “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. Stop yelling at me! Stop yelling at me! ”I’m almost at the utility closet, I can practically feel the cool metal handle in my grasp.
