Sister's Pet - 5

"Hang on love, I'll pull you out," shouted a man standing on the side of the quay about 5 metres above me.

"Leave me alone, I don't want to be rescued," I shouted back and prepared to push the float away.

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I jumped.

The brief fall from the side of the dock was a second of air rushing past before the severe shock through my whole body as I plunged into theStygian iciness of the water. I felt myself sinking slowly and I prepared to take the fatal lungful of water but then to my surprise I suddenly stopped plunging further and began to rapidly rise to the surface

My head broke through the water and my body involuntarily gasped for air. I floated easily in the dirty, cold water of the disused dock.

I looked around myself to try and work out how my suicide plan had been thwarted and noticed the pocket of air which had obviously got trapped in the the back of my jacket as I fell.

I started to take it off, quite a difficult challenge as the sodden sleeves clung tightly to my arms. After a couple of minutes struggling to pull them down I gave up and anyway my attempts had at least accomplished the primary objective of releasing the air even if I had failed to take my jacket off.

I was beginning to lose feeling in my feet as I finally stopped moving in the water and prepared to let myself sink to let the dark liquid wash away the constant pain. I hoped my sister would be satisfied with her efforts to humiliate me. I breathed out to try and reduce my buoyancy as much as possible. I felt my shoulders sink and prepared myself for oblivion.

The shout, "Catch this love!" was immediately followed by the painful impact of a public buoyancy aide hitting my head. Without thinking I took hold of the red and white ring that was now floating next to me.

"Hang on love, I'll pull you out," shouted a man standing on the side of the quay about 5 metres above me.

"Leave me alone, I don't want to be rescued," I shouted back and prepared to push the float away.

"Wait, there's nothing worth killing yourself, especially at your age," he shouted back.

"You don't know how bad things are, thanks for trying to help anyway, bye," I shouted in response.

"Don't let go! If you do I'll have to jump in to try and save you and I can't swim. Do you want to be responsible for someone else's death?"

"Please, I have to do this, life is too hard, everyone hates me," I responded.

"I can't believe that's true, an attractive girl like you," he pleaded.

I smiled for the first time, since holding Eddie's hand before catching the bus to school, at the man's mistake. Understandable really given that he could only see my head and my long hair, with the rest of my body submerged.

"That's the problem, I'm not a girl but thanks for the compliment. I'm letting go now."

"Listen let's do a deal!," he shouted.

"What deal?" I replied.

"Come on out of the water and tell me about your problems and let me see if I can help you. If you still want to kill yourself after. I'll help you," he shouted back in explanation.

"How?"

"I'll tie some weights to your legs, you'll go straight down then. Come on, just give it a go, what have you got to lose for waiting a few minutes?"

I thought for a few seconds and decided to accept his deal. I shouted my assent and he pulled me towards the metal ladder set in the wall of the concrete quay. I slowly climbed up towards the top, which took quite an effort wearing my completely sodden, heavy clothes. After a few minutes I neared the top. My attempted rescuer reached over and took my hand to help me up the final few feet.

"There you go, sit down here," said the well dressed middle aged man who had persuaded me to postpone my suicide attempt as he gently led me towards a bench a few metres away from the quay.

"Here, take my coat and wrap it around you, we don't want you to catch your death," he said as he offered me his expensive looking coat and helped to wrap it around me.

Suddenly the incongruity of what he had just said made me begin to snigger, which soon turned into laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked, looking surprised at my reaction.

"Catch your death, you said," I explained between guffaws.

He looked at me and then suddenly he got the joke and joined me in the merriment.

"Sorry," he said, "after a few seconds of mutual tittering, "I didn't mean to make a joke of your situation."

"It's OK and anyway after I've explained the situation as you requested I fully intend to complete my intended actions," I replied, "so I hope you don't regret letting me ruin your expensive coat."

"Don't worry at all about that, it will be as good as new after a visit to the cleaners. I'm David by the way, can I have the honour of knowing the name of the pretty girl I've just rescued?" he asked politely.

There was something very engaging about David's manner and in response to his friendliness I smiled before replying,"I like to be called Jenny, but that's obviously not my real name, it's ......"

David interrupted me by putting his finger to my lips.

"That's OK Jenny, I don't need to know whatever other name you were given which doesn't reflect your true being. Now tell me what happened today to make you want to jump in."

Hesitantly I explained about the sadism of my sister and the ridicule of my fellow school pupils. David listened intently and put a comforting arm around my shoulder as I recounted the most painful parts.

"There, there Jenny, although you may feel that life is at rock bottom. Let me tell you, I've been there and I know that things always do get better eventually if you let others help and support you," David responded in a very friendly tone.

"I don't believe you," I said, "look at you, the very epitome of a happy contented man."

"Believe me," David said, "I've really been where you think you are at the moment."

"How could that be true?" I asked, "what problem could you have?"

There was a pause as he looked at me in a strange way. I looked at his face and saw what looked like tears forming in his eyes. He turned his face away from and then in a soft voice said, "I'm a paedophile."



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