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{martinmac} New Year, Book 2, chapter 33 (Mm+f+g+ rom ped inc cons
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This story is fictional, no adults or children were used in the writing of it. If
you are under the legal age to read it in your country please stop.
We were travelling down to Blandford. Janet was going to meet us at Jenny
and Alan's house. We had 12 of the seats fitted in the van, as there would be
2 more passengers for the trip home. I drove onto the Blandford bypass and
switched up the satellite navigator, the heads up display guided me to Jenny
and Alan's house. Janet was waiting for us with the keys to the house.
Natalie stayed in the van and with Nick's help kept everyone occupied. We
went in and Janet pointed to some suitcases and boxes. They were to hold
the children's' clothing and toys. We went together into the lounge looking
for any of the children's' belongings. There wasn't a lot there, some school
pictures, two schoolbooks which Janet said she would return. The clean
washing pile was sorted through, their clothes added to the cases. We went
upstairs. Janet hadn't been up yet. I went into the main bedroom. The bed
was to one side along with a wardrobe. On the ceiling were 6 hooks
screwed into the ceiling; 3 sets of two. Beneath them were dried
bloodstains. Two smallish patches and one much larger, it didn't take much
to realise that it was in here Patrick had carried out his evil work. There
were splashes of blood, each circled and numbered, on the wall. There were
two brackets sticking out. Above and below them were dried blood smears.
I quickly looked around the room to see if there were any clothesbaskets,
there weren't. I left the room sick to my stomach.
Together we moved into the twin's bedroom. We worked quickly to strip it.
The clothes were taken out of the wardrobe and the chest of drawers and
packed into the cases. As we finished packing I looked at the case, 3 pairs
of pants for each of them, 3 vests each, 6 unisex t shirts, 4 pairs of shorts, 2
skirts, 1 of them a school skirt, two school shirts, 2 school blouses, 2
jumpers, 2 pairs of jogging bottoms and a little heap of socks. A pitiful
quantity of clothes for two 9-year olds. Kate had more than that and we had
a lot of shopping still to do for her after the fire. The toys, what there were
of them, were rapidly boxed, a couple of small soft toys, some building
blocks and a doll.
We went round that house with a fine toothcomb, there were plenty of
magazines and cameras, there was a motorbike in the shed. There had been
the car, which was in the police compound in Shrewsbury. Lots of booze
but nothing for the children. There was a skybox downstairs but that was it
for entertainment. There was a computer monitor in the spare room and lots
of magazines, men's magazines. I could see that we had some talking to do
with Jenny and Alan. We took the suitcase and box downstairs and carried
it to the back of the van. I opened the doors and put them in. Natalie had
seen me bringing the box and small case out.
"Is that all Roy?"
"Well if you can find anymore you are doing better than Janet and me.
Come on in and look." We went back into the house; Natalie checked every
room except the front bedroom. There was nothing more worth taking.
Whatever else Patrick had spent his money on it certainly wasn't the twins.
Natalie also checked the larder and the freezer, a few very cheap burgers
and chicken nuggets, the very cheap spaghetti and beans and a well used
chip fryer. It was interesting to see the packs of steaks and chops in the
freezer. I had a good idea who had eaten them and it wasn't the children.
Natalie went back out to the van leaving me with Janet.
"I would suggest you come in and clear this food, Jenny and Alan won't
need it, share it out amongst your clients, I am sure there is someone who
could make good use of all this."
"There are indeed, are you sure you don't want to take it with you?"
"I'm certain, I have my own home produced food and the specialities made
on the farm. No thanks. I think we will need to take the twins shopping
tomorrow though. I will have to buy them outfits for the funeral and to take
home. I have brought more clothes for Kate this weekend than Jenny and
Alan have got in total." I shook my head in disbelief. Patrick had got
clothes falling out of his wardrobes and Alison had a fair number but the
twins' wardrobe was almost bare.
I made my farewells to Janet and we headed for the hotel. We took
everything up to the penthouse. I unpacked the twins' clothes to select
something to fetch them from hospital in. There really wasn't a lot of
choice. I showed Natalie and she said to buy them something new. I
decided to take Kate with me as she was of the right age, I checked all the
sizes and then we left the hotel for the department store in the centre of
town. Kate helped me to choose two tracksuits, 2 packets of pants and
socks for them both and a t-shirt each. That would do until we could come
shopping together. We picked up the bags and went to the hospital; I hoped
Janet would still be there when we arrived. She was. She took us into the
ward where Jenny and Alan where. Janet introduced Jenny and Alan to us. I
was shocked when I saw the children. The faces were hollow and pinched,
their pyjamas were hanging off them, it didn't help that they were hospital
issue, mismatched and wrong sized. Their hands were like talons the fingers
were so thin. One good puff of wind would blow them away
"Jenny, Alan, we have bought you some new clothes for when you leave
the hospital, I hope they fit alright. Kate got the clothes out of the bags and
passed them across to her nephew and niece. I watched as they carefully
examined the clothes. Jenny whispered in Janet's ear. I saw Janet smile and
turn to me.
"Jenny was asking if these were really for her and Alan."
I turned to the twins. "Of course they are, would you like to try them on.
Kate would you help them whilst Janet and I speak to the staff." I pulled the
curtains round the bed and instantly heard giggling amongst the three of
them. Janet and I went to the nurses' station. Janet introduced me as the
new foster father. The sister asked me if I wanted to take them home this
afternoon.
"I will ask them if they would like to come to the hotel with us. It will be
their choice how we work it."
"Well I have paged the doctor so he should be with us shortly." I returned
to the bed and called to ask if they were ready. They were. I drew back the
curtains to see them looking very smart. They had the tracksuit bottoms on
with a t-shirt and socks. They kept looking at each other. I could guess what
they were thinking as I had seen all their clothes and there was nothing
new. Everything looked old and worn out, even their underwear had looked
old. All three of them were on the one bed. "Jenny, Alan, would you like to
come back to the hotel with us now? You can meet all the other children
and then go shopping with us in the morning for some more new clothes."
"Can we come with you now please. You don't have to buy us more clothes
we will be fine, honest." I turned to Kate and whispered.
"Will you explain to them we are all going shopping for clothes. And try to
find out what they are worried about." Janet lets go over to the nursing
station and get their discharge organised. I left Kate talking with them. I
kept my eye on them but they wouldn't know, as it was very much out of
the corner of my eye. The doctor had arrived on the ward and he took us
through to the sister's office.
"Mr McGarvy, they are fine to go home; I'll rephrase that, they are doing as
well as can be expected. Their wounds are healing and they are starting to
put on weight. So they are well enough to leave hospital anyway. Their
rectums are still bruised; we took them to theatre yesterday and looked
inside again with a camera. The wounds have all healed up. They will be
taking a laxative for another week as we don't want them straining and re-
opening the cuts. Their backs are healing well; the plastic surgeon, he did
your little girls back, has said that he doesn't anticipate any complications.
Yes I do recognise Kate, I was in theatre with you both." I looked hard at
him.
"Sorry I have to admit that I don't recognise you."
"Hardly surprising as I had a mask, gown and hat on." The level of damage
is much less with these two. What caused the problem was the way they
were hung, it caused breathing difficulties, and that along with the enduring
pain was what caused their unconsciousness. Then they were dehydrated
rather badly so all in all they were in a sorry state when they came to us.
They are not sure how long they were hung there but we suspect it was
about 36 hours; we got some clues from things they said. However long it
was, another 6 to 12 hours would have seen them dead.
Their shoulders are still painful due to the bi lateral dislocations. They
won't be able to do PE that exerts strain on the shoulders for, well let us
say, until they go back to school after the summer holidays. That should
enable full recovery of their muscles and ligaments. I have a letter for your
physiotherapy department. They will be able to help. They both have a
course of antibiotics to finish off to clear up any infections. They are both
mal nourished, I don't think they have been fed very well over a long
period of time. They have prescriptions for multi vitamins to help with that.
They have both gained some weight since they have been with us. For the
first three days we were supplementing their diet with liquid feeds direct
into their stomachs through a naso gastric tube. That was discontinued
when they were strong enough to take a full diet and the tubes were
distressing them. They are to have supplemental drinks 3 times a day,
which we would like you to continue with. There is a letter for your GP
about that."
"I expect them to recover fully from their physical mistreatment. Their
mental wounds are harder to quantify. They have seen a psychiatrist and he
feels they need a lot more help, long term. They are both having
nightmares; we have had to medicate them the last three nights. With
regards to returning to school; be guided by them and how they feel.
Judging by the report from the play leader on the ward, they have not had a
lot of stimulation in the home. They had a lot of problems being children.
They would sit absolutely still staring at the telly, not saying a word or
moving. I'm glad they are not going to their old home."
"Well they are going to join a house with 7 other children and two more on
the way. I think they will be taught how to be children." I collected all the
letters and the bags of medications and went back to the beds. I turned to
Jenny and asked.
"Do you want to be called Jennifer or Jenny?" I wondered as I saw a cloud
pass across her face. "What's wrong love?"
"My dad called me his Jenny wren and mum called me Jennifer when she
was cross. I don't like either name now."
"Well that's no problem, what would you like to be called? And you too
Alan if you want to change."
"Mr McGarvy my middle name is Caitlin, can I be called that?"
Of course you can. We will drop Jennifer from all your future documents
and you will be known as Caitlin McGarvy. What about you Alan?"
"Can I change my name from Alan to Sam? will I be a McGarvy too?"
"For the moment you will be legally Biggs but you will be known as
McGarvy's especially at school. If you then decide you want to stay with us
all, then you can both be adopted and have the name McGarvy in your own
right like Kate here. She used to be a Biggs but is now a legal McGarvy.
Caitlin, do you want to be known as Caitlin or Caiti?"
"I think Caitlin, it sounds nicer to me."
"Welcome to the family Caitlin and Sam. Have you got all your
belongings?" Yes Mr McGarvy, we have everything." I looked and saw a
single carrier bag with two cuddly toys in. I looked at them and said.
"One thing you will have to learn, you can either call me dad or Roy. I am
not Mr McGarvy to my children. My wife is either mum or Natalie not Mrs
McGarvy."
"Ok dad, I'll try to remember." They said goodbye to the nurses and we left
to go to the hotel. They were staggered when I led them to our transport.
Kate amused herself showing them the in seat DVD players. The look on
their face was an absolute picture as she started up their films. I was soon
following the satnav back to the hotel. I unloaded their bags and Kate and I
carried the bags as we led Caitlin and Sam to meet their new family. I put
the bags down in the entrance to the suite and took their hands and led them
into the main room where I introduced them to the family. Caitlin pulled
me down to whisper in my ear.
"Where is your wife dad?"
"Natalie is here, I just introduced her to you."
"She is your wife? I thought she was another daughter."
"That's alright Caitlin, a lot of people make the same mistake. We have
stopped worrying."
"Ok folks, you have met Sam and Caitlin. We will have some tea and then
go shopping. These 2 are in the same effective state as you were last
Saturday. I rang down to room service and asked for cakes and sandwiches
to be sent up along with a range of drinks. Whilst the children were eating I
made a quick call to Craig and arranged for him to prepare two laptops, one
marked Sam and the other Caitlin. He would arrange with Rachel to get
them into Kate's room and connect them to the network. Whilst I was
talking I was eating my sandwiches and drinking tea.
Finally everyone was ready. I rang down and asked my van to be brought to
the front of the hotel. We poured into it, getting some strange looks from
other guests. I drove into town and parked before we all went into the
department store. We took over the children's section and I had 3 assistants
and the section manager running around fetching clothes, from the formal
wear for tomorrow, to the casual wear they also needed. I asked the
manager if he would speak with the uniform shop in Shrewsbury so that
Caitlin and Sam would have their uniforms waiting for them. It was funny
watching the measurements being taken and passed over the phone. The
manager took me aside and asked about the twins' lack of weight and asked
if they were eating properly. I told him a bit about their history. It shocked
him. I had to admit that seeing them in vest and pants showed how
desperately thin they were. Their tummies were hollow beneath their ribs;
their arms and legs were like sticks. There was a deadness about them as
they changed; I looked at them and then at Kate. You could see the
difference.
Well it would take time but they would eventually be happy children again.
Slowly as we tried to buy the department up I could see Caitlin and Sam
become more alert. Finally we were done with the business side of
shopping. I gave the manager my keys and asked if he could arrange to
have our shopping loaded. The clothes for tomorrow for them all were to be
put in the front of the van. Then it was upstairs to the toy department. I
turned to Natalie and asked.
"Can you help them to buy some toys, they have basically got less than
Kate has; nothing worth keeping. I think soft toys and a couple of game-
boy's and games, see which games they like, they must have seen friends
with them."
"Ok Roy, I'll enjoy myself with them. I went up to menswear to buy myself
some clothes; Callie had come with me. I was looking at some trousers and
shirts when I felt a hand on my shoulders. A soft voice whispered in my
ear.
"What are you doing trying to buy clothes without me, you know you get it
wrong."
I smiled at my wife and let her choose my clothes. She was right; she had
better taste than me when it came to clothes. It didn't take long to buy some
new trousers and shirts. Then we returned to the toy department. Nick had
been overseeing the remainder of the toy purchases. I paid the bill and we
loaded the rest of the shopping into the van to return to the hotel. We took
tomorrows clothes and the toys upstairs with us. It was time to eat so we
made our selections from the menu and I rang them down. The restaurant
said that there would be a table for us all in half an hour. The children sat
down to watch the cartoons and Natalie, Nick, Becky and I discussed our
new children.
All of us were horrified at how underweight they both were. It was obvious
they had been severely neglected over a considerable period of time. I
prepared the special drinks for Sam and Caitlin; fortunately they enjoyed
them. As we waited to go down for our meal Sam and Caitlin were curled
up on the sofa with Kate. I suspected she would help her nephew and niece
to deal with their past.
Finally we all went down to dinner. 11 of us walked into the dining room.
Caitlin was holding my hand and Sam was holding Kate's hand. The hotel
had set up a large table for us all to sit around. It meant that we were able to
eat as a family. I encouraged Caitlin and Sam to eat a proper meal, they
were not used to the food on the menu. They had wanted fish fingers and
chips. I ordered those, but also some vegetables and some roast meats. They
tried everything and started to enjoy their food, so much so that the fish
fingers and chips were left. I was sickened by the look of fear on their faces
when they realised that they had left what they ordered. I took their hands
and said, with a big smile.
"Don't worry about leaving food. You will never be forced to eat, unless
you try to refuse all food. You eat as much or as little as you want, however
I will be encouraging you to eat well. I took their arms and wrapped my
fingers around their bony arm. See how small you are, Kate, give me your
hand. Sam and Caitlin could see how much larger Kate's arm was. You see,
you are both much too little. That is why you have those bottles of regain. It
is to help you to grow. We will wait whilst they clear the table for us and
then we will choose a pudding, by the time it comes you will be ready. I
think what you need is a fresh fruit salad and ice cream. Eat what you can
and leave the rest."
"Ok dad. Thanks"
"Why did you look so worried when you realised that you had not finished
your fish finger and chips?"
"Well dad would have smacked us, sent us into the corner and then fed us
what we had left, at the next meal, cold."
"And if you refused to eat it cold?"
"That only happened once. I refused and he took a garden cane to me. I ate
it up after that."
"Well that will never ever happen to you in our house."
"Thanks dad." We ate our puddings and went up to our rooms; Caitlin, Sam
and Kate were soon playing on their game boy's. I had put the twins and
Kate in the suite with Natalie and I as the second bedroom had three single
beds. At nine o clock I sent them through to get ready for bed. I asked Kate
to run the bath. Caitlin and Sam it seemed still bathed together so Kate
decided to join them. We could hear the fun as they bathed. Then we heard
Kate call.
"Dad, mum, can you come and wash our hair please?"
"Ok, we'll be through in a minute." Natalie washed Sam's and Kate's hair
and I washed Caitlin's dull lifeless hair. I could smell the hospital
disinfectant smell washing out of Caitlin's long blonde hair. Natalie had a
feel of it and went to our room and brought some of her conditioner
through.
"Wash that into her hair and leave it for 5 minutes. It will help her hair
come to life." I massaged the conditioner into her hair and then piled it into
a coil on her head like a turban.
"Will you wash me dad?"
"Of course," I took the soft flannel and poured bath gel over it and gently
washed her body. Her back was badly bruised especially around her
shoulders. The deeper bruising of the cane marks was livid on her back. In
places the skin had been cut. I could see old scars on her back from
previous beatings. Even though I was careful I was aware that I was hurting
her. "I'm sorry that I am hurting you, I am being as gentle as I can." I could
see tears in the corners of her eyes. I'll leave the soap until I rinse your hair
off and I will use the showerhead to rinse your back. That should hurt less.
Stand up love, I washed the rest of her body, I could have played tunes on
her ribs they stuck out so badly. A glance at Sam confirmed he was equally
as thin.
As the flannel washed across her bum I was aware how tiny it was, the hip
bones, what there were, were sticking out, The cheeks of her buttocks criss
crossed with scars, her tummy was a hollow between her hips and her
ribcage. As for her thighs, my hand encircled one and my thumb was too
near to meeting my finger for my liking. I could see the look on Kate and
Natalie's faces as they saw how thin and maltreated our new children were.
I rinsed Caitlin down and enfolded her in a warm bath sheet to carry her to
her bed. I laid her on the bed and gently dried her. I slipped her new nightie
on her and tucked her into bed. Kate was drying herself and Natalie was
dealing with Sam. We kissed them all good night.
"The door to the lounge will be open, the small light will be on and the door
to Natalie and my bedroom will be open. If you need anything come and
get us." I turned the main light off and left them to settle down. I joined the
rest of the family to talk, we slowly drifted off to bed, Callie and Natalie
were first to leave, and well they found they had to rest more as their
pregnancies developed. Callie especially would be racing around with what
appeared to be limitless energy and then bang, she would come to a
grinding halt. Tim went with Callie and then Nick and the others went
along the corridor to the second lounge to talk. It was the section of the
penthouse that could be divided from where I was sleeping to make a
second suite.
I joined Natalie in the shower and helped her to wash before we went to our
bed. Natalie turned to me and kissed me and then said.
"Aren't they tiny, their legs looked like they would break in a breeze?"
"Yes Nat, I can see that we will be buying lots of replacement clothes as
they stay with us." Natalie smiled at me.
"Roy you realise you have gone from 1 son to nine children in 9 months
and you have 2 more on the way."
"I know love, it is rather a strain on my imagination and thoughts, keeping
up with it all. I will be glad when we get home and back into the routine.
This last week has been too much for me. At least we have the porta cabins
to live in. Ian will be coming back to us to discuss the draft plans on
Monday afternoon. If we agree with them he will take them into show
Phillip. The sketches Ian did and the flyby had a very favourable reaction
by the members of the planning sub committee. All being well, it will go to
the sub committee on Tuesday night, and then if needed, through full
council on Thursday. If it is approved Danielle will put the footings crew
from the housing development on site on Friday and start preparing the
footings. The basement will be laid out and the roof beams to the basement
put in. The substrate for the ground floor walkway will be laid then the
walls can go up. Two weeks should see all the footings up to finished floor
level. Danielle should have organised all the gangs we need to get it going
up fast. It is just a matter of waiting on the council." As I was talking
Natalie was moving down my body, her lips started playing with the head
of my cock, her tongue licking around the rim and into the slit at the top. I
forgot all about our house and started to play with her body. My hands
caressing her swelling globes as she continued to suck on my cock.
"Natalie, move down the bed a bit." She replied with a muffled grunt and
together we moved down the bed so that I was able to swivel round and
take her clit and labia between my lips. I groaned as her lips slid to the base
of my cock, her throat was massaging the head as she swallowed. My
fingers started to plumb the depths of her pussy, exploring within, tickling
that love spot, to bring her crashing to her orgasm. Her mouth and throat
sucked harder on my cock, drawing my seed from the depths in a pouring
outfall of my cum, I stayed there, knelt on hands and knees, my cock
penetrating her throat. I drew back as she released my bum to allow her to
breathe freely. She nibbled on the head of my cock as it left her mouth, her
tongue lapped up the last remnants of my cum from the slit. I moved around
the bed until I had her enfolded in my arms. I felt her smooth skin against
me as we cuddled together. I thought back to a year ago, how if I had 2
orgasms in a day I was pushing it, now I could feel my cock stirring back
into life ready to mate with my beloved wife. I moved above her and slowly
fed my cock into her welcoming depths. Her vagina engulfed my cock, the
ridges of her walls massaging the skin of my cock as I reached for the
depths of her cunt. Natalie's hands were stroking the back of my neck as I
slid deeper into her filling her completely. I felt her body spasm the
sensations finished me off and I filled her cunt with my sperm. We lay
down together satisfied.
We had been deeply asleep when I heard cries of terror from the next
bedroom; I was out of bed in a flash. Kate had beaten me, she was curled
up with Caitlin, comforting her and soothing her. Kate saw me in the light
from the door.
"It's alright dad, I have her. I'll get her back to sleep." I moved across and
kissed Kate on the head.
"Goodnight love."
I went back to bed, satisfied that my daughter was comforting her adoptive
sister to be. I went back to bed and cuddled up to my wife. I was soon
asleep. The next morning after I woke up and dressed I went through to see
Kate, Caitlin and Sam. All three of them were in Caitlin's bed, entwined
together. I left them to sleep on together and called Natalie to see. Natalie
and I went down to breakfast separately, so that Caitlin and Sam would not
wake alone in the suite.
The day was going to be hard enough for them already. We were going to
their mum's cremation. Much as she had been uncaring she was still their
mum. We loaded the van ready to go to the service then went down for
lunch. Pearl and Rose and Leonard met us at the crematorium. I felt so
sorry for Pearl; some of her children and grandchildren were so evil. Today
was the funeral of someone murdered by her grandson. We went into the
service, Kate had Sam in her arms and I had Caitlin. We had arranged that
the coffin would be already in the chapel waiting for us, as Caitlin and Sam
would not be leaving from the house. I was surprised at the number in the
crematorium; Caitlin whispered that there were quite a few friends from
school with their parents. Then there were the family members. I should
have thought. I went to the office and asked the manager if there was a
hotel in Blandford that would do a buffet. He pulled out the local guide and
pointed to an entry. That is probably the best one to go for.
I picked up my phone and rang the hotel he had indicated. It didn't take
long to book a reception room and some eats. They were insistent on
having my credit card number. I wasn't surprised as they were taking a
telephone booking which would involve significant costs. I made a note of
the hotel and its address, which I gave to the vicar who was doing the
funeral; he reassured me that Janet had given all the details and that he was
happy to make the invitation. I went back into the chapel and sat between
Sam and Caitlin. Kate was on Sam's other side holding his hand. The rest
of my family were around us. The vicar came in and the service started, he
made the announcement about the reception afterwards in Blandford.
The service, well what can you say, the vicar was hard put to say much, but
what he did say touched hearts. Finally it was over, the curtain was drawn
around the coffin and we left. Many of Sam and Caitlin's friends stopped to
talk with them. I made sure that I spoke with all the parents and that they
would come back to the hotel. We headed to the hotel at the head of a long
convoy of cars. I was so grateful for the satellite navigation equipment. We
pulled into the hotel car park and I went to reception. They led us through
to the function room. It had been laid out with small tables and a larger one
for the family. As everyone was arriving I quickly set up my laptop and
connected to my ISP. I created two more mailboxes; the first was
Caitlin.McGarvy@ISP with a second alias of Jenny.Biggs@ISP and the
second box was Sam.McGarvy@ISP with an alias of Alan.Biggs@ISP. I
wrote them on one of my business cards and gave them, along with a
supply of spare cards, to Caitlin and Sam with the instructions to pass them
on to their friends. It was a good afternoon for the twins; they saw a lot of
their school friends and handed out their new e-mail addresses. The
afternoon drew to a close, our hire of the room was coming to an end and
we said our goodbyes to everyone before heading back to Shropshire.
The children were so excited. The draft plans were waiting for us when we
got home, I was hard pressed to get them to unload the bags into their
rooms. Finally the van was unloaded and we were all together in my study,
I fastened the plans to the wall and then we set to. There were partitions to
be designed in the larger suites; there were rooms to be developed in the
attic spaces with roof lights facing in to the courtyard. There was the lift,
which would stretch all the way from the basement garage to the first floor
balcony. The courtyard was going to be roofed to keep the heat in and the
rain out. There was even the central flue passing through the atrium from
the hearth. That fireplace was special. It could be used as an open wood
burning fire, or as a charcoal-burning barbecue with room for 4 cooks to
work around it. As they said what they wanted in their rooms, I drew in
pencil lines on the plans. Detailing in the partitions and extra rooms. My
bedroom suite had 5 bedrooms, 2 main bathrooms and an ensuite in the
master bedroom. Every room was to be fully accessible. As I said to the
architect, I know that is what the law says but this house will go beyond
that. All the rooms that faced onto the balcony had sliding doors. There
were 2 small lifts at each end of the office along with the main lift by the
entry hall. The detail plans were incredibly complex. The working plans
would be plotted onto plastic film so that each layer would show a different
service, gas, electric, computer, heating etc. The final task would be to plot
all the services in detail onto master plans. I intended to know where every
pipe and cable went. Future repairs would be organised a lot more easily
than in the old house. There was even a fire main with sprinkler heads. The
water damage would be a pain but never again would my house burn to the
ground with no means of stopping it.
By the end of the week the plans had been approved and the basement was
cleared. The footings were being dug ready for building to start. Caitlin and
Sam were starting to settle in, they were going to school with Kate; they
were still having nightmares each night and were seeing Bill, the counsellor
twice a week. They were both hoarding food and hiding it in the room they
shared with Kate. We gently removed the stored food and took them down
to the kitchen for a snack each time. For months, Rachel would be
preparing extra little meals so that when they got the munchies or we found
them hiding food we could give them a meal.
Every time we caught them was the same, denial of hiding food and then,
when we exposed it, abject terror that we would beat them. We knew it
would take time to re assure them that they were safe here. We thought
everything was going fine. Callie was due to finish school when they broke
up for half term then the Friday before my birthday, the sixth of February,
Callie was rushed into hospital from school, her waters had broken. I joined
Tim at the hospital as we played the waiting game. The doctors and
midwives trying to delay the birth as long as possible. I could see looks
passing between Tim and Callie; I just assumed it was fear of the unknown.
Through Friday night and Saturday they were trying to rotate the baby so
that if the birth started properly the baby could be born easily. It was
presenting as a breach birth. Denise and Carol were with Callie day and
night alternating shifts as her body tried to start the delivery. Finally on
Sunday 8th of February, my 51st birthday, Mr Kidd came to see us.
"Callie, your baby has decided it wants to come out back first,
unfortunately that won't work, especially with a girl so small as you. We
will have to take you to theatre and do a caesarean on you. We have already
got the epidural in you so we can increase the pain relief and then we can
take you to theatre. Unfortunately Tim can't come with you. Your dad can
come if you want him to."
"Will you come with me dad?"
"Of course I will." A health care assistant took me through to the changing
room and helped me change into theatre greens, complete with hat and
mask and white boots. She led me through to the operating theatre. Callie
was already on the table, her arms out to the side as if on a crucifix. There
was a screen across her tummy blocking her view. I was brought in to sit by
her and hold her right hand. I was quietly talking to her as Mr Kidd started
the operation, I could see the scalpel cutting into her belly out of the corner
of my eye, and behind me the anaesthetist was keeping watch on Callie's
vital signs. A sister came in wheeling an incubator. There was controlled
haste as finally Mr Kidd lifted the baby from Callie's womb, as the baby
came up I saw she was a girl and announced it to Callie by saying.
"Laura's born." Callie smiled at me as she realised I had told her the sex of
the baby by announcing the name she and Tim had chosen. Laura for a girl,
Mark for a boy. Denise quickly weighed Laura, 4 pound 7 oz's just over 2
kilos, and wrapped her in a towel and put her on Callie's chest for a brief
moment before whisking her into the incubator. That was the last we saw of
baby Laura for a while. Mr Kidd rapidly sewed Callie up and I was led
from the theatre to change as Callie was wheeled back to her room. I was
along a few minutes after to see Tim fast asleep in the armchair in her
room. I smiled at Callie.
"Look at him, out like a light." Callie's nurse was then in checking all was
well, the drip was running properly and her blood pressure and pulse were
fine. A tray of coffee was brought in for Tim and I; Callie would be brought
a drink later. I woke up Tim with the words.
"Hello young dad, your daughter is in the special care baby unit." He woke
up with a start.
"What was that?"
"You are a new dad, Laura weighs 4 lb 7 ozs and is healthy. They are very
pleased with her and I will take you down after you have kissed the mother
and drunk your coffee." I picked up the phone and rang home, Natalie
answered and I gave her the news. Two hours later Laura's incubator was
wheeled into Callie's room and plugged in. Denise came over to speak with
Callie, Laura in her arms.
"Laura is doing fine, they want you to leave her in there to sleep but you
can have her out to feed her and cuddle her, but you are to stay in bed. You
have to lay flat till tomorrow. Whoever picks her up has to make sure this
little box comes with her. It is monitoring her heart, her breathing and her
temperature. Don't worry if anything comes loose, the nursing station will
pick it up and be in to reconnect, let me show you." She pulled a lead off
the heart trace pad and less than a minute later a nurse was in to say a lead
was off. Denise thanked her and plugged the lead back in. She then helped
Callie to latch Laura on for her first feed. I kissed Callie and said I would
be back after dinner.
I walked out of the hospital and looked at my watch. It was still only
9:00am I hadn't realised how early they had operated. It must have been
more urgent than they were letting on. I phoned Kevin to tell him that Laura
had been born weighing 4lb 7 ozs and was out of special care. I then drove
home through the damp morning, what a birthday present. I went into the
house to be greeted by everyone. Natalie and Kate had cooked breakfast for
the others. Kate said she would do me bacon and egg. She took Caitlin and
Sam to the kitchen to show them how to cook. Talk about a mother hen.
Sunday was a quiet day; everyone wanted to visit Callie and baby Laura.
We went up and they all had a 5-minute visit. Tim finally came home in the
late evening. On the Monday I went to school with Caitlin and Alan, I
introduced them to Miss Hollis and to their class teacher. With their
experience with Kate it didn't take long to start to get the feeling for these
two new damaged children. Miss Hollis and I were having a coffee and
talking about the Biggs family when my phone rang, it was peter from the
high school wanting me to go in as they had a major problem.
I arrived at the school office and was immediately taken through to the
heads office. Tim was in there looking very flustered, Natalie was there too,
holding his hand, and Peter was sitting at his desk looking bewildered.
"What's happened?" Peter turned to me and said
"Tim punched one of the teachers, Miss Carter, in the face. The police are
on the way." I turned to Tim.
"What on earth happened, why did you do that?"
"It was what she was saying to her friend. She was saying how the little slut
had had her baby and how she supposed the little slapper would be coming
back flaunting herself and her little rapist boyfriend." Peter was over with
him in a flash.
"Did anyone else hear her?"
"I think so sir, some of my friends were with me. You can ask them."
"But why on earth did you hit her like that?"
"Because of Friday sir."
"What happened on Friday Tim?"
"Well sir, Callie and I had come out of school, I was ahead of her and I
bumped into Miss Carter. She looked at me and said. "Don't you bump into
me you little prick, you may think you have got away with raping your
cousin but that doesn't mean I believe you." Peter interrupted him.
"Can I tape this please?" I gave him the nod and Peter switched on the tape
recorder. "Carry on Tim."
"I asked her what she meant and she repeated that I was a rapist. That if I
hadn't wanted to rape Callie I wouldn't have. At this point Callie ran up
and shouted at Miss Carter that she didn't know anything. That Tim had
been badly beaten before he finally had sex with her. Miss Carter then
shouted at Callie. "Get away from me you little slapper and pushed her
away, Miss Carter walked away and didn't see Callie falling to the ground.
I helped her up and thought she had wet herself. She collapsed back to the
floor with terrible pains which was when I rang for the ambulance."
"Son, why didn't you tell me this on Friday?"
"I didn't want to cause trouble, but to hear her saying that about Callie this
morning was the last straw. I'm sorry I lost my temper"
"Right Roy, I am just going to speak with Tim's class, I won't be long. Stay
here. I would ask you not to discuss this with anyone else at the moment." I
watched as the head left us in his office, I took Tim in my arms.
"Oh son, I wish you had told me, I would have got this sorted before
today." Suddenly the door flew open and Miss Carter stormed in with a
policeman.
"There's the little swine who hit me officer, I am going to press charges.
No little shit rapist hits me and gets away with it." I turned to the policeman
and said.
"May I suggest you wait until Peter, the head gets back, this is his school
and his office."
"Take the little bastard away, I don't want to see him or his little slut of a
girlfriend ever again." I grabbed Tim before he could renew his assault on
the teacher. "See he was about to hit me again, you saw him officer." I saw
Peter arrive back during her last tirade.
"Miss Carter, shut up and close your mouth. Tim, what happened on Friday
was witnessed, my deputy is taking a statement now." He turned to the
policeman. "Would you please arrest Miss Carter for assault leading to
actual bodily harm please."
"Arrest me, that little shit has punched me, I have witnesses."
"Miss Carter, I have witnesses who will testify, if needed, that you pushed
Miss Callie McGarvy to the floor last Friday, as a direct result of which,
she underwent an emergency caesarean on Sunday morning." As the head
was speaking Miss Carter went white. The police officer turned to her and
arrested her; he called for back up to come with transport. The head called
his secretary and she led Tim, Natalie and I through to the staff room and
brought us coffees. I had to admit I was still shaken up by what had
happened in the last 20 minutes. We watched through the window as a
police car arrived and Miss Carter was led away. Peter then came and took
us back to his office.
"Roy, Natalie, Tim, what can I say. I have called the union rep to come
over. What are you going to do about her? She hurt your daughter and son."
"Peter, I am not going to press charges, however, I don't want her working
in this or any other school. To say what she did to Tim and Callie is
unforgivable. She is supposed to be a responsible teacher."
"It's alright Roy, I agree with you. Ah there you are Tracy. Miss Carter has
just been arrested and taken to the police station."
"Miss Carter has been arrested, I thought she was the one who had been
assaulted."
"She had, however in the course of verbal abuse of Tim and Callie
McGarvy on Friday she knocked Callie to the floor leading to Callie giving
birth prematurely yesterday morning. She then added insult to injury by
insulting Tim and Callie this morning."
"Oh dear, what happens now?"
"Roy has just told me that he will not be pressing charges, however Miss
Carter will be leaving this school and I will be reporting her to the LEA as
an unfit teacher who is to be blacklisted. She will not teach again."
"Isn't that a bit harsh?"
"Tracy, have a listen to this tape, I think you will agree with me she is
unsuitable to be a teacher." Tracy listened to the tape, her mouth falling
open as the tape progressed. She turned to Tim.
"Who was the other person?"
"I'm not sure of her name, she was the other one you had to speak to the
day Callie and I came in to talk with the staff." The head picked up his
phone and asked his secretary to bring Miss Beddoes to the office. 5
minutes later she was there. Peter turned to her.
"Miss Beddoes, why didn't you report what happened on Friday afternoon
between your friend, Miss Carter, and Tim and Callie McGarvy?"
"I didn't see anything to report sir."
"You didn't see an assault take place?"
"No sir, the only assault I have know about was this boy punching Miss
Carter today."
"You didn't see your friend push Callie away on Friday?" I could see that
shook her, I could see the look on her face as she tried to decide what to
say.
"Yes sir I did see her push Callie, but it was hardly an assault sir."
"Miss Beddoes, as a result of that push, as you call it, Callie fell over
causing her waters to break, she went into premature labour and to save the
baby they did an emergency caesarean on Sunday morning. You are
suspended until an enquiry has been held. Tracy will advise you on your
rights, but you will be escorted from the premises and you are forbidden to
come on the school grounds until further notice. I would suggest you clear
your locker this morning. Tracy can you go with her and do that?" I
watched as a stunned teacher left the heads office. I felt sorry for her, her
career at risk because of her friend.
"Peter, if you think she is saveable, that she can learn from this I don't want
her banned as a teacher. I would even go as far as to say I could even see
that in certain circumstances she could work here again.
"Well Roy you are more than generous there. I could well understand you
wanting her blood."
"Peter just see how she reacts, if she learns from this then all is well, if she
doesn't then it is her own fault. Tim for the moment please don't say
anything about Miss Beddoes."
"Ok dad, can I go to see Callie?" I looked at the head. He smiled and said.
"Go on Tim, give her my best wishes." We left his office; Natalie walked
back into school as I walked away from school with Tim. At last he looked
truly happy as we set off back to his daughter and girlfriend. The worries of
the last few days erased by joy at going to see his girlfriend.
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