Back to the present...
This has lasted 3 hours. Of him doing this, I lay semi-conscious on the floor, and I can still hear my mum shouting at Craig, "Please just stop, you are hurting her." Just stop, please. She's my daughter, not yours. If my family found out what you are doing to me and Natalie, they wouldn't be happy.
Mum shouldn't of said that because as soon as she did he finally stopped hi****ng me and started to go for mum; I just had enough energy left to get up and pick up something from the table. I failed to do that because as soon as I stood up, my legs gave way from under me. I couldn't walk, and I couldn't talk. I failed to help my mum. I was so weak. I thought I could help; if I hadn't stepped in, then I would have been okay, but I needed to protect Mum. She has always protected and loved me.
I stayed there on the floor for another hour, my body trembling and shivering. All of my body just felt lifeless. I eventually couldn't hear Mum or Craig arguing; it just went very quiet. In fact, it was too quiet. I managed to get some feeling back in my legs. I managed to save myself, by using the furniture for support as I made my way up the stairs and to my room. I passed Mum and Craig's room. I didn't like the feeling I was getting from standing outside their room. I thought that I would just go in my room for now and clean my wounds, as I know my mum wouldn't like me to go in there and look how I was with bruised and blood going down my face.
After I managed to wash most of the blood from my body and tended to my wounds, I made my way out of my room and back outside Mum and Craig's room. I thought they should be asleep by now, especially Craig. I was right, thankfully, otherwise, if he saw me in his room, then he would have freaked. As I looked around the room, I saw him in bed, but Mum, she wasn't anywhere to be seen. I searched the whole house for her and couldn't find her. It wasn't until the next day I found out where Craig had taken her.