10. 9 - The Squonks POV
I wasn’t sure what to make of the man. He looked familiar. My mind clouded with the painful memory of the last meeting with Christina and the move, I hadn’t given it a thought. It wasn’t until I got into the van that I it struck me as weird that he wanted me to travel in the back. The door slammed behind me. I hammered on it hoping for release but all I heard were the words
‘A Wreek always gets his Squonk’
It was then I realised why the face was familiar. He wasn’t from the Council, he was the Squonk Hunter who’d caught my dad. I cursed myself at my stupidity. I kicked the back of the van hoping the doors would give way. They were secure. I banged on the side but wasn’t sure who would be there to help me.
The engine started and I was flung back by the momentum.
I sat down and thought. Maybe I could bang when we got to a town, people might hear and stop the driver. How could I have been so stupid.
I thought about what I was losing. My mum who had already lost my dad. When would she realise I wasn’t coming back. Would she start crying and die in a pool of tears ? Would she be able to find me. No one who had been snatched was ever found though, not alive.
I thought of Christina, a beautiful girl who I think I loved. I thought of the brief kiss we’d shared. Would she remember me when the letter never came or move on to someone else forgetting me.
I sat on the base of the van and the tears flowed. I didn’t stop them. At that moment life didn’t seem worth living. The happy memories of my dad flooded back, the family holidays. I couldn’t cope anymore. The tears turned to more tears as I felt hopeless and lost. My dad my mu and Christina all visions through my blurred, tear stained eyes.