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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1230
by Angharad

Copyright © 2011 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“Problems?” Si asked, as he came into the bedroom.

“Shut the door, please.”

He looked bemused but complied with my request. “What’s going on?” he could see that I was looking serious and Trish had been crying.

“Trish was asking me some questions about sex.”

“Yeah–that’s what mothers are for isn’t it, answering questions that fathers can’t.” He smiled but in meeting my look his smile faded very quickly. “Okay, what’s happened?”

“Trish has just informed me that she was sexually assaulted at the children’s home by a boy called Ben Bowditch, he used to penetrate her anally against her wishes. From her description, I have no doubt this happened and more than once.”

“How old was he?” asked Simon.

“I think he was about nine or ten.”

“So Danny’s age?” Simon surmised.

“Danny and Billie will know him,” said Trish.

“So what do we do?” he asked looking at me.

“I don’t know.” I cuddled Trish to me, I’d have preferred she hadn’t been there while we were discussing this but I couldn’t abandon her after being told this. “I need to make a couple of phone calls can she stay with you while I do so?”

“C’mon, Trish, let’s find a nice book to read while Mummy makes some calls.”

She looked anxiously at me, “You are coming back, Mummy? You’re not cross with me? You’re not going to send me back there are you?” she began to cry again.

“Send you back? Good lord, no. You’re our little girl so we’re all stuck with each other.” Perhaps not the best phrasing I could use but that’s how it came out.

“Mummy’s cross with me, she thinks I’m a dirty girl,” she held on to me and cried even harder.

“Hey, shush-shush-shush, I love you, Trish, so does Daddy. I don’t think any differently about you than I did before you told me about this. I’m concerned because I love you and I want some advice about what I need to do next.”

“You’re not going to send me away–to prison?” She became very agitated.

“Prison? Why?”

“Because I did naughty sex.”

“You told me that he did it against your wishes, is that right?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, clinging to me like a limpet.

“He did it against your wishes?”

She nodded and her tears dripped on the floor.

“And you at no time encouraged him to do it?”

“No,” she whimpered.

“Right, go and sit with Daddy a minute, as soon as I’ve made the calls I’ll be back to hug you some more.”

“You’re not going to send me away?”

“Trish, this is your home, I’m your mother, Simon is your daddy. We love you, no one is ever going to harm you again if ever we can prevent it. We won’t discuss this with the others for the moment, not because it’s dirty or anything, but because we need to deal with this quietly in the family so as not to cause any embarrassment or further hurt.”

Simon picked her up and went off to her room to get a book, I ran down to the study and begged Tom to let me use the phone from there. He gave me a funny look but quit the room and I shut the door behind him.

I looked up my address book and called the new number for St Nicholas Children’s Home. Someone answered. “Hello, I’m trying to get in touch with Nora Cunningham, it’s quite an urgent matter and it’s very private.”

“She won’t be in ‘till the mornin’.”

“Do you have a private number?”

“Yeah, but I can’t give that out to anyone.”

“I’m not asking you to do that, will you take my number and call her and ask her to phone me urgently.” I gave my name and number.

“Lady Cameron?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t know we ‘ad such posh contacts–you gonna open our fete?”

“Possibly, just ask her to ring me urgently, it’s very important.”

“Okey-dokey.”

I began to wonder if she’d get the message, if she didn’t call me back I’d try again tomorrow. I wondered how long it would take to get to Wantage–it’s up near Oxford, I think. Si will know, he’s probably played rugger there.

I called Stephanie, who was out and I left a message on her ansafone. I half expected a message like, If you’re neurotic press one, depressed — which ever key will make you feel better, schizophrenic press two or three, bi-polar press one or zero, paranoid — press any you don’t think will get you and psychotic, press the belly button on the first little green man you see...

What was I thinking about–anything but dealing with Trish again. She’s carried this for at least a couple or more years apparently without symptoms–was it worrying her? I suppose it must have done, but she showed no symptoms of it–that’s the puzzling part. I believe her because she sounded so matter of fact about the detail and because I’m her mother. She isn’t given to telling lies–no, it happened, now how do I prevent that little bastard who did it to her, harming anyone else?

The look in Simon’s eye suggested if he met up with him, he’d never do it again, but getting violent isn’t the answer, we need all the facts and we need to do this by the book, if only to cover ourselves.

As I was cogitating the phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Hello, Cathy Cameron speaking.”

“Congratulations, you just won first prize in a lottery, here in Canada...” I disconnected the spam. How can anyone fall for such obvious crap? If he called himself your fairy godmother, it couldn’t be any less obvious, could it?

I surrendered Tom’s sanctuary back to him and he asked me what had happened, or the Lallans equivalent. I declined to tell him just yet. I went to make myself a cuppa and had just finished it when the phone rang again. If it was the same lunatic spammer, I was going to complain to telecom. It wasn’t it was Nora.

“Hello, Lady Cameron, are you going to open our fete then?”

“When is it?”

“May.”

“Contact me nearer the time and I’ll see if I can fit it in.”

“Okay, I’ll do that. Is that all you wanted?”

“No, hold on a second.” I shut the kitchen door and locked it. “Is Ben Bowditch still with you?”

“I can’t tell you that, Cathy, you should know that, but why are you interested, you surely don’t want to foster him, do you?”

“No, he’d be the last child I’d want to help at this moment.”

“Oh no, nothing has happened to Patricia, has it? Recurrence of her injury or anything?”

“No, but she’s just told me a very interesting thing about Ben Bowditch.”

“What’s he supposed to have done now? He really was her bogeyman.”

“He raped her several times.”

“He was nine or ten, Cathy?”

“I don’t care–did you know he pushed her down the stairs because she was going to tell you about it?”

“No I didn’t.”

“Now, is he still there?”

“Are you sure she wasn’t just fantasising? Little girls do strange things, you know?”

“No, her manner left me in no doubt this was real and she didn’t tell me before because she didn’t have the words to describe it.”

“I’d better come and see her as soon as I can, I’ll need to speak with her with you or Simon present.”

“Do I need to inform the police or social services?”

“Don’t do anything except comfort her until we’ve met, I’ll come down tomorrow first thing–should be there about ten.”

“Fine, I’ll see you then.”

I went back up to find Trish and she was fast asleep in Simon’s arms. “Want me to take her, darling?” I whispered to him.

“No, I’m alright, when my arms get tired I’ll bring her in to you–I’d try and get some sleep if I were you.” I left him cuddling her on the bed–our bed, poo, I’ll have to sleep in her bed. I undressed and pulled on a nightdress cleaned my teeth and after removing the zoo of soft toys, including the mutant dormouse, I climbed into her bed and tried to sleep–it was going to be a long night.

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