Book Extract (1) – Contains scenes some may find distressing.
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I’m a young boy and I live in a council house at 2, Brook Court, Countesthorpe.
I live with my Mum, Dad, Maria and Tracey.
Apart from a small glimmer of light coming through the pane of glass at the top of the bedroom door It is dark and I am afraid. I can hear footsteps coming up the stairs, the footsteps are heavy, belonging to neither my sisters, mother nor father but a babysitter.
I want to escape but there’s nowhere to escape to. There’s nowhere to run and screaming or shouting will only make matters worse. The man hurts me more if I make a noise. The man said that I must never tell, I must never tell anyone what the man does to me. The man drinks cough medicine but the man never has a cough. That doesn’t make sense to me. Why take cough medicine if you don’t have a cough? He always smells of cough medicine. He does bad things to me. He says that it’s all my fault, he says it’s my fault that these things happen to me. He says I must never tell anyone otherwise bad things will happen to Maria and Tracey (my sisters) if I tell. But I can’t allow that to happen. I must protect them at all costs. He pins me down and does very bad things to me, he makes me do things which are bad.
I just hope it’s over quickly.
The footsteps are now louder and heavier.
It’s too late to run, or hide, I try to scream but nothing comes out.
The man will be in here in seconds.
The handle on the bedroom door is moving downwards.
Dear god please let me die or let this be over quickly.
David Di Palma, 2, Brook Court, Countesthorpe, Leicestershire.
Reproduced from original transcripts and diary entries.
David J. Di Palma - Survivor.
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