Postby KP Presents » Thu Aug 17, 2017 4:14 am
1985
Mummy and me were doing the weekly shopping at Templetons on that Saturday morning when I was eleven. Mum had dark hair cut short, and wore large glasses, while I had lovely long light brown hair.
It was in October, so I was wearing a plush red V-necked sweater over a white blouse, a knee length blue tartan skirt made of wool, long black socks and flat black shoes. Mummy had on her each coloured jacket and long skirt, and under her jacket she had a V-necked tank top over a light brown blouse, with a little strip of material tied in a bow at her throat and under the collar. She was wearing dark tights I remember, with brown shoes that had a small heel.
We filled out trolley, me helping to put things in, paid for the groceries and then pushed the trolley out to the car park. It was as we got to our car that I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder, and a strange man say “don’t do anything, lady – just carry on walking to your car, both of you.”
Mummy turned to look at me, and I could see she was scared as I felt something pointy against my back. She nodded as we walked to the car, and she unlocked the doors before opening the boot as the grip stayed firmly on my shoulder.
“What do you want,” she said as she closed the boot.
“Get behind the wheel – I’m going to sit in the back with your little girl.”
Mummy nodded as she opened the door, and I got in – then got a look at the man. He had short greying hair, and was wearing a denim jacket and jeans – and he had a knife in his hand. Mummy got in the front, as he said “will there be anybody at your house?”
“No,” Mummy said, and she was right – Daddy was away for a week with his work.
“Good – drive home, nice and casually, and do nothing to raise the alarm.”
I saw Mummy nod as we drove off, and he looked at me. “You too kid – no screaming or anything, understand?”
I nodded as we drove out of the car park, Mummy looking in the rear view mirror as I tried not to cry. I was scared – really scared – but I knew I had to do as I was told. We lived in a new estate outside of town, in a detached house that had a covered area to the side where we parked the car – so when we got home, Mummy drove under it and turned the engine off.
“Good – very slowly, get out and open the door,” the man said as he looked at the kitchen door, “then wait.” I watched as Mummy did that, and then the man opened the door, getting out as he motioned to me to follow him. I did so, then stood as he watched Mummy take the bags into the kitchen, before we followed her in and he closed the door.
“Good,” he said as he looked round, “got any duct tape?”
“In the drawer,” Mummy said quietly.
“Give it to me.”
She opened the drawer and took out the roll of silver tape, then handed it to him, watching as he took my hands behind my back and taped my wrists together. He then took the tape round my arms and tummy, before he said “sit down kid – your Mummy is going to put the food away, and then she’s going to cook something for me to eat.”
“Do as he says, dear,” Mummy said to me, as I sat down and watched as she put the groceries away. As she did this, he knelt down and taped my ankles together, then taped my lap to the seat of the chair. The last thing he did was put some tape over my mouth, before he sat down and watched both of us.
Mummy cooked him some bacon and eggs, and made him a hot drink, then he made her sit in another chair and taped her wrists and ankles together as well. As he ate, Mummy asked him who he was, and why he was doing this.
He told us he had escaped from the prison that was nearby, and we were just unlucky – he needed a change of clothing, food and money, but if we did as we were told he would not hurt us. Mummy looked at me and nodded, then asked if he would take the tape off my mouth.
He shook his head – and instead tore a strip of tape from the roll and pressed it over Mummy’s mouth! She looked at me, and then shook her head as we both watched him finish the meal. He then washed the dishes, before he cut me free from the seat and told us both to stand up, then go into the front room.
Mummy was told to sit in one of the armchairs, and I watched as she jumped over and sat herself down. The man then picked me up in his arms and sat me down on Mummy’s lap, before he used the tape again to tape me to Mummy around our tummies, and our legs, then made Mummy shuffle back so that she was against the chair back, and I was against her.
He turned the television on – and then left us there, first pulling the telephone wire out of the wall. We watched him walking up the stairs, and then we heard water running. Mummy leaned over and pressed her taped mouth on my head, and we were left to watch the black and white film that was on.
It was as the film finished that the man came back in – wearing some of Daddy’s clothes. He took his knife and cut the tape off us, before he told us to walk upstairs with him. We still had the tape over our mouths, as Mummy went first, then me, then him.
When we got to the top of the stairs, we went into my room and he told me to change into a set of pyjamas. Mummy nodded, so I put on a pair of pink pyjamas, before he told me to put my hands behind my back again. This time, he used a pair of Mummy’s tights to tie my wrists together, and then passed the legs round my tummy, tying them together in front of me.
We walked then into Mummy’s bedroom, where he told her to get changed as well. I watched as she took off her clothes and put on a long white nightdress, before he tied her wrists behind her back with more tights, and then tied the legs round her tummy as well.
He then told us to lie down on Mummy and Daddy’s bed, on our tummies – and after we did so, I felt him tying my ankles together, as well as my legs. I looked back, and saw ne was using Mummy’s scarves to do that, a red and a green one. He took two more – a black and a white one – and tied Mummy’s ankles and legs as well, before we rolled onto our sides and looked at each other.
He said he was sorry, and just to lie still, before he left the room. I heard him round own the stairs, and then out of the house, as Mummy looked at me and started to rub the side of her cheek on the covers. I wondered at first what he was doing, and then I saw that the edge of the tape that was over her mouth was coming loose -and with each rub, it was coming away more and more, until she was able to take it completely off!
She said she was sorry this had happened, and then started to shout out for help. It took a little while before someone heard us and came to investigate, but I was so happy when they did so…