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Topic: WEATHER (07/19/18)
- TITLE: Only One Thing to Do
By Jeanette Grant-Thomson
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Every morning Binky asked God to keep her safe. She figured He probably wasnâ€™t interested but He was her best hope. Even though sheâ€™d blown it so badly.
She was scared. The other night Todd had laughed when a photo of her flashed onto the news. Her unmistakeable red curls splashed all over the screen. Missing, the announcer said. Last seen at a night club in Surfers Paradise. Only fifteen, heâ€™d emphasised. Bianca Sanders, known as Binky.
Her mother must have contacted the police, even the news. Did she have to make it so embarrassing? Was she desperate? She would definitely be worried.
Binky blinked away sudden tears. Sheâ€™d never thought it was THAT bad, running away, just so she could be with Todd and not have to go to church for once.
Sheâ€™d expected to go home after one night away but Todd wouldnâ€™t let her. Wouldnâ€™t let her go anywhere after her photo was on the news. Are you crazy, Babe? he laughed. After that mugshot!
So she was stuck in the flat in Surfers.
And sheâ€™d been gone two weeks. She had to count the days. Heâ€™d taken her phone.
The Scene was not as exciting as sheâ€™d hoped. Sheâ€™d expected to feel special and grown up but she just felt numb.
Thereâ€™d been nothing scary about leaving home â€“ sheâ€™d just walked out the door at midnight with a few of her things packed in her overnight bag.
The scary part had come later.
Todd was into cocaine. When he was high, he became violent. Chased her around the flat.
There was nothing to do when Todd was high or asleep. She was stuck in the stuffy flat.
She made a little garden in the tiny backyard and asked Todd to buy her some seeds. He laughed harshly. But anything to keep her quiet . . .
She loved the fine weather, digging her fingers into the warm black soil and hoping plants would emerge before long.
One night Todd hit her hard and bruised her badly over the shoulder. She burst into tears and he was furious. Youâ€™re a baby, he said.
She went back to bed and pulled the sheets over her head. Todd was making coffee in the kitchen. She talked to Jesus silently. Begged Him to get her out of this.
The next day it rained. Heavy, set-in rain. It kept raining for days and Binky was stuck indoors. Todd swore. Only one thing to do in this weather, he said and rang Clancy to buy more cocaine. Binky shivered.
She huddled under a prickly blanket and daydreamed of home. Was it raining there too? The mist would creep over the paddocks, blotting out everything in its path. Or the sun might send shafts of sunshine onto the grass. Mum would stand in the kitchen doorway, smiling.
Todd was going crazy this time. Was it the coke? He was drinking too.
Jesus, she whispered. Help!
A crash from the bathroom told her Todd had collapsed. She crept and looked. He was out to it. She panicked.
The door banged open. Clancy barged in, took one look, said, Kid, youâ€™re outta here. Youâ€™re in the way. He put a fifty dollar note in her hand and called a taxi. Shoved her roughly in. Mate, take her to the train.
Binky dragged a hand through her hair. Nambour, please, she told the station master. Sheâ€™d have to change trains in Brisbane.
All the way to Brisbane and later on to Nambour, she fought sobs. Tears leaked to her cheeks.
Maybe sheâ€™d actually want to try church again. Jesus had been so good to her in that awful place, like a friend really. And if He were there . . . she might go forward to give her life to Him. Although He already had her life, she believed.
Mum might freak out if she just arrived. She borrowed a phone and rang her.
Mum, (she heard a shriek and a sob), can I come home? Iâ€™m six stations away.
When Binky clambered from the train at Nambour, there on the platform stood her mother, her face twisting with emotion.
Binky ran to her embrace.
Luke 15: 11-32 parable of the lost son
V 20b â€œWhile he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son. Threw his arms around him and kissed him.â€ NIV
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