Who I am

My name is Debbie and I am 18 years old. I am a single child. I live with my parents.

I have always had good grades in school. I enjoy music and basketball. I have been on my school team for year until I injured my knee. I turned my interest to history and was a straight-A student. I don’t touch alcohol or any drugs. Normally I didn’t go out. Not even to a movie.

But then I met Brian at the Library. I know about my mother’s principles about boys. And I respect her. I have never been with Brian outside the school.

However, a month ago I asked if I could go to the movie with Brian. My mother went ballistic. She felt betrayed because I had not told my about Brian and me talking to him at school. She even claimed that I had slept with him in school. I of course denied my false allegations.

I had to go back to Brian and tell him that I couldn’t go. Some week after we broke up even before we got to be a real couple.

In the summer petrol price rose and my father decided that we should use a manual lawn mower instead of a lawn tractor. Our lawn is huge (about 3 acres) and normally it is my job, so I protested. My father had to cave in at last but it took a week before he gave up.

Then a week ago, both my mother and my father confronted me just after breakfast and asked me to take a drug test; they got from the local drug store. I had not problem with it, because I am no drug user. I was rather surprised when it became positive. Of course there was a lot of shouting. I thought that they had falsified the test. It did not show the correct result.

My parents were not convinced and took me to the doctor. We did a blood test and it was of course negative. The doctor had written a note, where he explained that the poppy seeds on the bread had cause the positive test and informed my parents that such cheap test had a large margin of error.

So they calmed down and I did expect our daily life to go on a usual. Well, that was until now. On the way to the airport

I could sense that the car was moving. After a while I felt someone fiddle at the side of the hood.

“Now you can here me. The hood, you have on is an isolation hood. We decide for you to hear, see and speak. If you behave nice, you will be able to see when we are in the plane, if not: Get use to the darkness. I will remove the blindfold on the hood, so you can read the letter from your mom explaining what is going on.”

He removed the blindfold on the hood and held a letter from my mom up in front of my eyes.

Dear Debbie

You are on your way to a boarding school on Jamaica. The schools name is Meditaion Inlet and it has a very good reputation. It uses a Victorian age theme and purity is in seat of honour.

You are going to take the line of horsemanship. I know that you are afraid of such animals but in this case there won’t be a problem.

You are totally in control off when you are going to return. Work with the program and you will be back in a year or work against it and you will be able to leave it, when you are 18, but if you choose to, you are no longer our daughter.

Please follow the instructions given to you by your escort team. They are here to make sure that nothing bad happens to you on your way to the program.

You will be able to talk on the phone with us when you reach level 2 in the program. Until you accomplish that, we whish you good luck.

Many kisses.

Mom and Pop.

Tears began to pour down from the eye openings. The man from the escort company took a paper tissue and wiped my eyes.

“Relax. I know that it is hard but your safety is in our hand and it is very obvious that your parents only have your best interest in mind. He hugged me in an effort to calm me down, but it did not help.

My parents my very own parents had sent me away from there home with a complete pair of strangers. My entire world the safety of my house has been violated. There was no safe place on earth for me anymore.

We drove for a haft an hour when we entered a private airfield. A small airplane for 20 people stood ready and we went onboard.

I was shocked. The inside looked like a scene from Con Air”. But in Con Air the prisoners was not hooded.

I was followed to my seat. The muff and cuffs on my arms were removed. The man told me to sit down and when I did he began to fasten straps across my stomach, my arms and the cuffs on my legs were chained to some hooks in the floor. I could not move. I needed to go to the toilet. I tried to make sounds but only mumbling sounds gave out. Luckily he understood that I had some questions and removed my gag.

“I need to go to the toilet.”

“Just use your diaper. That is what it is there for.”

“But, I can’t. I need a toilet!”

“Use your diaper. I don’t need that kind of disobedience. He pushed the gag inside again and fastened the blindfold as well as the ear part. I was totally isolated again. 15 minutes later, I gave up and peed in the diaper. If I had not had the hood on, everyone would see that I was red in the face from shame.

I felt the plane move and although I have never flown before I guess that we were on our way to our destination.

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