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away and then it was very
quiet. He knew that the biker was waiting for Michael to come out, but he stayed
where he was.
    * * *
    Ten minutes later
Michael heard a motorcycle start up and the biker move away from him and up the
hill, but he stayed really quiet, paralysed with fear.
    “I couldn’t find
the little shit” Jake mentioned to his leader, Wayne.
    “Where does he
live, Bitch?” he asked, twisting Sally’s nipples.
    “Ow” she cried. “I don’t
fucking know, because I’ve only just met him.”
    “Tell me, bitch” he
shouted twisting them again.
    “Ow. Stop that” she
sobbed; tears flowing down her face. “I don’t know where he lives, because I
have only just met him. I don’t even know his name.”
    “We can find him
another time. We still have you for insurance. You’re coming with us, so hop on
the back of Frank’s bike and hold on. We’re going to the Vale to find your
brothers” he said. “Let’s go.”
    “Step-brothers” she
shouted back at him.
    “What did you say,
bitch?” he sneered.
    “I said they’re my
step- brothers” she mentioned, less confidently now.
    “Whatever!” Wayne
sneered.
    Wayne quickly
started the bike and completed a U turn, so the whole group of twenty gang
members followed him, with Sally holding on tightly behind Frank.
    “Good luck, Sally”
Michael thought, when he heard the roar of the bikes. “You’re going to need
it.”
    There were very few
people, his age, around here, but there wasn’t anything he could do to help
her. His friend Robert and his sister Robyn, who lived further up the road near
the shop, were away on holidays, so they couldn’t help him. Michael suddenly realized
that he hadn’t mentioned his holiday at the beach hut, but if Sally was leaving
town it probably wouldn’t matter then. It was getting late, because the sun had
gone down and darkness was setting in. Michael gritted his teeth, crawled out
of his hiding spot and ran as fast as he could. A tree root tripped him up and
he crashed to the ground. He got up, half-sobbing, and scrambled up the steep
river bank then across the road and into the safety of his house.
    “What were you
doing to be so late, Michael? I was becoming worried about you” mum said
angrily.
    “I walked a long
way down the river, but when I realized that it was so late I ran all the way
back” he lied.
    If his mother knew
that there were bikers around, she would never let him go back down there.
    “Well you better
have a bath, because dinner will be ready soon” she suggested.
    Later that night
Michael vowed not to go back down the river for a while and he just hoped Sally
was alright.
     
    * * *
     
    Mum, Rebecca and
Michael finally arrived at the beach hut, late in the morning on Monday. After
opening all the windows, cleaning everything, unpacking the station wagon and
eating lunch, mum finally helped Michael with the dinghy, by taking it down to
Rollingstone Creek, and he tied it up to the mangroves. It was low tide, but it
would begin to float in a few hours’ time, when the tide turned. The two of
them returned to the hut, just as his sister, Rebecca, was walking out in her
bikini and heading to the beach to suntan. The weather was hot and humid, but
the sky was clear above their heads. An occasional rumble of thunder could be
heard in the distance, which would mean that there would be a storm that night.
Michael set off down the creek with his fishing lines, tackle box, a bucket
with a bottle of water and a cast net in it. This was all he wanted to do
today; catch some bait and go fishing in some of his favourite fishing spots.
     
    Just as
he cast out his three hand lines, with live baits on the hooks, a storm broke
and it began to rain. He loved the rain, because the fresh water run off
stirred up the fish and it helped to cool him down. The rain became a downpour,
but, as swiftly as it started, it stopped. The fish Michael caught over the next
few days were only small, so he threw them