Then She Was Gone

Ellie didn’t eat her sandwich. Despite the pain of an empty stomach, she wasn’t at all hungry. Noelle silently removed it and said, ‘Ah, well, I’m sure you’ll be hungry in the morning. We’ll try again then, eh?’

Then she looked fondly at Ellie and said, ‘Oh, it is a treat to have you here, it really is. Now you sleep tight and I’ll see you bright and early.’

‘I want to go home!’ Ellie yelled out at Noelle’s back. ‘I really really want to go home!’

Noelle didn’t reply. The three locks clicked into place. The room turned black.





Thirty-seven


Then


The sun came up early. Ellie took the chair that Noelle had sat on the night before and pulled it across to the window. She climbed on to it and peered through the grimy glass. She saw a tangle of undergrowth, a brick wall painted cream, a water pipe streaked green. If she peered upwards she saw the pink clouds of the cherry blossom tree, the blue sky, nothing more. She realised immediately that the only way anyone would see her in here would be if they were looking for her and she wrote the words ‘help’ and ‘Ellie’ into the dirt. She stood on the chair for more than an hour, her face pressed up against the glass. Because people must be looking for her. They must be.

She jumped down from the chair at the sound of the locks being turned on the door and she picked it up with both hands. At the sight of Noelle in a green polo neck and faded jeans a surge of horror and anger coursed through her and she grabbed the chair hard and swung it at Noelle. It glanced off the side of Noelle’s head, but she caught it before Ellie was able to properly hurt her with it, caught it and threw it across the room. Ellie jumped on her then, jumped on her back, her arms around Noelle’s throat as she tried to bash her head against the wooden wall. But Noelle proved herself to be stronger than she looked and manhandled Ellie backwards and against the wall where she strangled the breath out of Ellie, strangled her to the point of light-headedness and stars and then let her fall to the floor.

‘You cannot be doing things like that,’ Noelle said afterwards, dropping Ellie on to the sofa bed upside down, locking her ankles together with a plastic tie. ‘We’re in this together, you and me. We have to work as a team. I do not want to have to tie you up like a criminal. I really do not. I have treats in mind for you, lots of lovely things I want to do for you, to make this nicer. And I won’t be able to give you the treats if you behave like this.’

Ellie struggled against the cuffs around her ankles, pounded her feet against the end of the bed. She roared and thrashed and Noelle stood and watched her, her arms folded, shaking her head slowly. ‘Now, now, now,’ she said. ‘This isn’t going to work. The longer you behave like this, the worse it will be and the longer you’ll be here.’

Ellie stilled at those words. So, there was an end. Noelle had an end. Her muscles softened and her breathing steadied.

‘Good girl,’ Noelle said. ‘Good girl. If you can behave like this for the rest of the day, I’ll bring you your first treat. How about that?’

Ellie nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The treat was a chocolate bar. A big one. She ate it in five minutes.

Ellie thought of before; she thought of eating toast and jam, calling Hanna a cow because she’d taken the last bag of salt and vinegar crisps that Ellie had mentally put aside for herself. She thought of filling her bag with books, a packet of ready salted crisps and a banana. She thought of her dad off work with a summer cold, in his dressing gown, sticking his head down the stairs and saying, ‘I’ll go through that maths with you later on if you like?’ And her smiling at her dad and saying, ‘Cool! See you later!’

She thought of leaving the house without turning back to look at it.

She thought of her house.

She cried.





Thirty-eight


Then


Another night passed. It was Saturday morning and Ellie had just remembered that her period was due tomorrow.

‘Good morning, dear girl,’ said Noelle, quickly relocking the door behind her and standing with her hands on her hips, appraising Ellie with an unsettling smile.

Ellie jumped to her feet and Noelle backed away slightly, crossing her arms in front of her. ‘Now,’ she said. ‘Now. Remember what we said yesterday. I want no trouble from you.’

‘I’m not going to do anything,’ Ellie said now. ‘I just needed to tell you something. Something important. I’m going to need some towels. Or something. My period is due to start tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow?’ Noelle narrowed her eyes.

‘Yes. And I have really heavy periods. Really heavy. I’ll need loads.’

Noelle tutted and sighed as though Ellie had somehow deliberately arranged to have a heavy period whilst being held prisoner in her cellar. ‘Do you have a preferred brand?’

‘No,’ said Ellie, ‘anything will do as long as it’s extra-absorbent.’

‘Fine,’ she said. ‘I’ll bring you some. And I suppose you’ll be needing new underwear. Deodorant. That kind of thing.’

‘Yes,’ said Ellie. ‘That would be good.’ And then she sat on her bed, on her hands, and she looked up at Noelle and she said, ‘Why am I here?’

Noelle smiled. ‘Well, as it happens,’ she said. ‘I have a plan. A fabulous plan. I’m just waiting for a couple of things to slot into place.’ She mimed an object slotting into place and laughed. ‘So, you just be patient and all will be revealed.’ Her eyes twinkled as she spoke. Ellie wanted to bite her.

‘Is it on the news?’ she asked.

‘Oh, I dare say it is. I can’t say that I’ve been looking.’ She shrugged dismissively as though the world taking an interest in a missing teenage girl was all a lot of silliness. ‘Anyway, I suppose I should be getting off to the shops, stock up on all your bits and pieces. Christ, you’re going to bankrupt me, young lady, you really are!’

She turned to leave. Before she turned the handle she looked back at Ellie and said, ‘I’ve got a lovely surprise for you. Later on. A really lovely surprise. Just you wait. You’re going to love me.’

She left with a light-hearted flourish.

Ellie stared at the back of the door, listened to the three locks, heard Noelle’s baby elephant footsteps up the stairs, stamp stamp stamp.

She took the chair to the window and stood on it, balanced on her tiptoes.

She waited until she heard the front door slam shut and then she began pounding at the glass, pounding so hard that her hands hurt. She pounded and she pounded and she screamed, ‘Help me, help me, help me!’ Then she pounded on the walls on either side of the room, the walls that must surely divide her from neighbours, neighbours who might, right now, be in their cellars, searching for batteries, maybe, or a bottle of wine.

Ellie pounded on the walls and the windowpane for over an hour. By the time she heard Noelle return from the shops the sides of her hands were black and purple.

‘Are you ready?’

Ellie sat up straight at the sound of her captor’s voice behind the locked the door.

‘Yes,’ she replied.

‘Are you sitting on the bed? Like a good girl?’

‘Yes.’

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