Perverts 'R' Us

The Bully Boy

By Nobody True ( plot, nosex )

Bully boy, screamed obscenities at me, "Go on, you old pervert, nonce, leave her alone," and the group of young thugs laughed hysterically.

One of his friends joined in, "Yeah, you fucking pedophile, leave her alone."

The young girl was starting to get frightened. I was getting scared too, but the anger was starting to build up within me. I tried to vindicate myself.

"She fell off her bike; can't you see that she's hurt herself?"

The girl stared up at me through tear-stained eyes and smiled.

"I'm just making sure she gets home OK."

Bully boy ran menacingly toward me, "I bet you are, you fucking child molester," he shouted as he launched himself into the air, with his boot headed in the direction of my face.

I scooped the girl up in my arms and ran in the direction of my home. I ran through the park, across the road and down the lane, they chased after me, like a pack of hounds baying for blood.

People stopped and stared, as I ran and barged past them, as fast as my 62-year-old legs would carry me. The screams continued, "Go on, you dirty old bastard!"

I ran. I thanked god when my front door came into view. My next door neighbor stood and stared as I ran towards him, the obscenities getting louder.

"Is everything all right, Jack?" He'd come out of his small front garden and stood between me and the teenage gang. He stared at me, my eyes bulged, my heart pounded like mad as if it was going to jump out of my dry throat.

Curtis stared between me and the girl. He stared at her legs, a stream of blood trickled down her inner thighs.

Bully boy shouted, "We know where you live now, you old nonce" and his mates carried on screaming obscenities.

She fell off her bike. It's a nasty cut; phone for an ambulance," I gasped.

Curtis stared at the small baying gang, headed by bully boy. "You haven't done anything to …." his voice trailed off. "No, of course you haven't. You haven't got it in you."

I wasn't sure what he meant. I had, I have, but I hadn't done anything to this girl. My conscience was clear. By this time, most of the neighbors had come out of their houses to see what was occurring.

"Please," I pleaded with Curtis, "Phone the police."

"Are you sure?" I nodded; the girl nodded.

He took my door key from me and opened the front door. We followed him over the threshold, and I knelt and laid the girl down on my settee while Curtis talked on the phone to the police.

Suddenly glass erupted and flew into my living room. The girl screamed, and I shielded her with my upper body. We heard the shouts of, "Hoy, you."

The sound of running feet and of laughter as my gate was kicked, and the loud clunk as it resounded off the pillared wall.

"Jesus be to God," shouted Curtis, as a building brick crashed into the wall and narrowly missed his head. The large colored man crouched down and told the police what had happened. Within seconds we heard the sound of sirens fast approaching, and the sound of screeching tires.

A policeman entered, "Is everyone all right?" I lifted my head up and away from her sweet girly-smelling body and stared up at him. "Don't move," he said, as he stared under me at the girl. Curtis sat on the floor, still grasping the phone and stared at me with his mouth open.

I stared up at the policeman, wondering what was wrong. Suddenly the girl screamed, and I looked down at her - she was covered in blood. My mind couldn't comprehend what was happening; my eyes became dull and I lifted my arm to wipe my eyes clear.

"No," said the policeman as he grabbed at my arm, "Just stay there and try not to move."

My eyes closed, "I can't see."

I felt the policeman kneel beside me. He shushed the girl, "Please try not to move; the ambulance will be here shortly."

"Can you tell me what's happened, Sir? Mr…"

"Jones; Jack Jones. I was down the park and the girl suddenly flew off her bike, so I ran across to her and picked her up. She's got a really nasty cut on her leg, and the next thing I know is this group of young teenagers were there and they started shouting and calling me all sorts of nasty names, and I picked the girl up and ran home."

I got my breath back. I think the policeman had gotten the general idea.

"Is she all right? The girl, is she all right?"

"Yes, she's fine aren't you, Darling?"

I felt the girl move underneath me. "Curtis, where's Curtis?"

"I'm here, Jack. I'm OK; we're all OK, thank the Lord."

The ambulance arrived, and one of the two paramedics lifted the girl from below me. The other was putting some kind of hair net on my head, and he helped me up.

I heard the tinkle of glass shards falling down onto the laminate flooring. The policeman started talking to Curtis.

"Well I heard all this shouting and cursing, and when I looked up, Jack there was running up the street carrying the girl and the boys were hot on his heels, especially the biggest one."

"Do you think you would recognize them again?"

Curtis grumbled, "I'm not sure, possibly."

"I would," I told the policeman. "Believe me, I would. They're always down the park making someone's life hell."

"You might be right. I'm sure I've come across the group in the past. A big lad, is he? Looks a lot older than the rest, with jet black curly hair, was he?"

"Yes, that's him; they're always down there."

"Um, the problem is, Sir, we need to identify them as quickly as possible, and….." he trailed off.

"Oh, I see," I giggled, "sorry. Well that's the problem, isn't it? I can't."

"Yes Sir. It's OK, Sir. We'll have another chat once you've been sorted out down at the hospital."

"Yes, OK." I wasn't sure what was going on. They were taking me to the hospital for some broken glass sprinkled over me.

I was led to the ambulance, and the policeman was chatting to the girl. "What's a pedo- vile? That's what they were shouting at us."

"I think we had better get you home to your mummy," the policeman told her as the doors to the ambulance closed shut.

They made me stay in the hospital overnight, just for observation. My head was covered in tiny cuts and scars from the exploding falling glass. Nothing to worry about, the doctor had said.

I returned home the next morning by taxi, and I stared at the large wooden board covering the entire window frame. Lizzy, an old woman who had lived in the lane as long as I had came to see if I was alright. "Yes Lizzy, I'm fine. Yes, don't worry, I will."

I opened my front door and walked in and stared into the living room, where there should have been glass everywhere. There wasn't. It had all been cleaned up. The wall that the building brick had hit, had been filled in and smoothed over.

"Hello, I went to the hospital and they said you had been released this morning."

I stared at the pretty, plump young woman, mesmerized by her smile. She thanked me and asked, "So, how are you feeling?" I stared at her. I didn't understand or know who she was.

"I'm Katherine's mother"

Still I stared. "Um, sorry, I think there's been some kind of mix-up."

"The little girl at the park you…"

I cut her off, "Of course, how is she? I'm sorry, please come in." I ushered her into the dark living room and switched the lights on.

"She's fine. I think she's more worried about you."

"Is she…"

"Yes everybody, including me, thinks you're very brave for what you did."

"The police haven't caught him yet. They've managed to get the rest, though, and found Kate's bike. The front wheel's in a hell of a state. Hardly surprising, really, when they threw a stick through the spokes."

"Did they? I wondered why she flew off the bike."

We sat and chatted for ages. She said I should claim for the window on my insurance, and once the girls had finished school, she'd bring Kate around to see me, if that was OK with me.

"Yes, yes please do" I excitedly replied.

"Hello Jack; you home?"

Curtis stood in the hallway, beaming a smile. "I've done the best I can, Jack" he said humbly.

The young woman, Kate's mother, got up and left, saying she would see me later.

"She don't like me; she not like us coloreds."

I stared at him, "Curtis, you can't say that. You don't even know the woman."

"I know, we can tell." I told Curtis who she was.

"I'm not doing it for her; I'm doing it for you, Jack."

"Doing what, Curtis?"

"We, me and my friends are having a little party; well, a kind of gathering later and we hoped you'd come."

"I'm sorry Curtis, but I think I really need some peace and quiet and…."

"It's alright; it won't be noisy… well, maybe a little. But that depends on… well, you just call round later, OK?"

"OK, Curtis, I will just for a little while."

I tidied around and made myself something to eat after convincing Curtis that I would definitely go along to the party later.

The plump young lady turned up a bit later with Kate, the girl from the park, and another little girl. Kate smiled and thanked me for saving her. She had made a card at school, saying, "Thank you, my hero, love Kate" Her mother and I chatted, and the little girl pointed and stared at me, "Growow" she'd said (That's what it sounded like to me).

Kate and her mother, Jackie, laughed, "No Ellen." The little girl kept repeating over and over, "Growow" and pointing at me. Intrigued, I asked what she had said.

Kate laughed, "Growow, means 'Granddad'. She can't say 'Granddad'."

Jackie explained that she had recently lost her father, and Ellen was missing him so much. He had looked after Ellen while she was working and Kate was at school. Kate giggled and said I could be their granddad.

Ellen, at the mention of granddad, began repeating over and over, "Growow."

Jackie had asked if I minded being their surrogate grandfather. I agreed wholeheartedly, telling her I would take over all her late father's responsibilities.

"Really," Jackie exclaimed.

"And babysit while you're at work, and watch them during the holidays, and you can come and stay for little holidays."

Within minutes it was all agreed. Little Ellen sat on my lap purring, "Growow." I cuddled the little angel into me.

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