The Seventh Apple - Part 2
The Seventh Apple - Part 2
The next morning we get a better idea of where we are. We go downstairs together, still holding hands. There’s a kitchen with tables and chairs. I think the furniture is second-hand. It’s bruised. The room smells of oatmeal. A kettle hisses on a worktop. There are a few women there, other lodgers I guess. They eat while seven children hide under the table legs. They play with toys which like the table were loved once. Faye comes in and waves us to a table. The other women smile sympathetically as we sit.
She sits us down to explain. This is a shelter for families that have been broken. Some of the women have the tell-tale marks on their face. I recognise them because I have them too. I doubt they all got them from walking into doors. I never knew this place existed before, but that’s because its top secret, Faye says. The contact number is guarded by charities and even the police, and given only to those who need it; who need somewhere neut
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He steers quietly. I’m a dead body lying in the back of a hearse, waiting for the cruel undertaker to put me six feet under. “Do you know much about lions, Snow?” he suddenly asks. He glances to my reflection in the mirror and I shake my head, “They are very territorial. When two males fight over their land they fight to the death. If the reigning lion wins then all carries on as normal. Do you know what happens if he loses and the winner takes over?” I shake my trembling head again. “The winner kills all the other’s remaining cubs. He removes any trace of the lion that was before, and he rules the pride from then on.” He gazes at me steadily but I say nothing, “So you see, what I’m saying is that it’s nothing personal, what’s happened to you.”
What’s happened to me? I dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands and grit my teeth, “It’s nothing but persona
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“Would you like an apple, Snow?”
I watch as the fruit is handed across the table, seemingly so innocent. The skin is as red as my blood, and the white flesh as pure as my own and it has been tainted. I can smell the hint of bitterness sprinkled on the rosy surface, and I want to wretch again. I shake my head.
“You have to eat something… eventually,” my Stepfather purrs in a gravel-raw voice, “and apples are good for you.”
‘Not yours’, I think. The apple remains extended by his grim hand. I struggle to clear my throat. “No thank you,” I croak.
He grimaces and nudges the fruit closer. It rolls onto its side and collides with my arm. “In case you change your mind,” he says calmly, getting up from the opposite seat. It is well past sunset but no lights are turned on. Electric lights have been stinging my eyes recently, which might have seemed reason enough for him to turn
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Faye gives us a pack, just like Ashley said. Visitors from social services arrive daily to check in on everyone. A couple of the women and children are set to leave at last, having found a new chance at happiness in another city. The kids don’t completely understand why they’re leaving again, but their mothers are overflowing with joy. Faye decides that before they go we should have a small celebration, because we don’t have enough of those.
“I’ll make some food up,” Ashley volunteers.
Faye folds her arms, “Alright. But don’t feel you have to do everything yourself.”
“I’ll help,” I stand up to take my cereal bowl to the sink. Mum gazes at me in amazement.
“Can you cook?” Ashley whispers.
At first I expect him to laugh or call me stupid, but he does neither. His eyes light up and his right hand clenches. “I can teach you!” he exclaims.
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