"Hello, 1-900-Abuse-Me, Jane speaking"
Jane absently tugs on her shirt sleeve, the cuff resting on her familiar crescent scar.
Soft breathing on the other end of the phone is all Jane can hear at first.
"Hello, this is Jane, what sort of abuse scenario would you like to engage in tonight?"
More soft breathing and a light shuffling sound before a tiny, female voice say's:
"I need some help, my Daddy hurts me....can you help me?"
Jane just sits there for a moment not sure what to do, is this another prank call? She wonders if they realize they still get charged $2.99 a minute...
"Jane..."
A little bit of tremble to the childlike voice on the other end.
"I think my Daddy is awake now..I'm still under my bed, do you help with abuse?."
Jane sighs into the phone receiver. Thinking whatever happens at least she's making her money from the call, some sick weirdos though who like this kind of scenario.
"What is your name please?"
"Jane"
Jane sighs again "Yes...?"
"That's my name, Jane"
A shiver goes up Jane's spine, things are starting to feel off about this caller.
"Okay....Jane, why are you afraid of your Daddy?"
A slight pause before young Jane say's:
"He get's drunk, I don't think he likes me very much...he said if it wasn't for me she'd still be alive"
Jane's breath catches in her chest, she's starting to realize why this child like voice is making her so nervous. Jane see's large feet in her mind, walking slowly through the doorway of her childhood bedroom. She hears the little voice on the other end of the line and finally recognizes it. It's her, and her Daddy, but how can that be?!
Moments after Big Jane see's those feet she hears loud footsteps over the phone, he's coming for her, little Jane won't get out of there in time! Jane makes herself calm down a little, she can barely hear what's happening to little Jane over her own ragged breathing.
Stomp, stomp, stop. He's right in front of the bed now, his size 13 steel toe boots are the only thing visible to her. Her mind is racing she is realizing how little cover the bed is giving her, wishing her Mother was alive....Daddy always tells her it was her fault.
Suddenly he is eye level with her under the bed, her heart leaps into a frantic beating that seems like it will burst from her chest at any moment. He angrily latches onto her wrist, ripping her out from underneath of her hiding place, his breath reeking of booze and cigarettes.
He gruffly yells into small Jane's face
"You useless little bitch, did you think I wouldn't fucking find you"
Jane whimpers, cowering away from what's coming next...
Suddenly Jane snaps awake. She's sitting at her desk in the abuse line call centre, a small amount of drool still glistening on the corner of her lip. She fell asleep, again. Her boss is gonna kill her if she keeps doing that. The dream comes flying back to her with incredible detail, she's should really consider quitting this job, it seems to be bringing up bad memories too much lately.
Jane touches the scar on her wrist idly while she considers quitting once more, it's just one of many she has on her body....just more dreams to be had.