Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 1656

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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1656
by Angharad

Copyright © 2012 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I pleaded with Stella to go and collect the girls for me, and she did so on condition she could use my car. I reluctantly handed over the keys. I was left with her two who were asleep at the moment, and my still sobbing baby–not counting, a probably sobbing twenty year old, as well.

I cuddled Catherine and she finally stopped crying. I placed her in the play pen with her favourite doll and dashed upstairs. Jacquie’s door was shut with a chair wedged behind it. I hope I don’t need to climb in the window again because I can’t get the ladder up by myself, Simon had to do it last time.

I listened against the door, there was crying coming from within–so she hadn’t tried to kill herself–yet. “Jacquie, will you open the door, please?”

The crying stopped for a moment, then, a response, “No, go away.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sweetheart. So either you open the door for me or I’ll have to call someone else to come to see you.”

“Who?” her tone sounded more anxious than aggressive.

“Your therapist, or I could call the probation service if you’d prefer?”

No, I don’t want to see them.”

“Please open the door.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I need you to, Jacquie.”

“Please go away.”

“I will once I’ve spoken to you.”

“Promise?”

“If you promise not to harm yourself, then yes.”

“You’ll try to trick me.”

“I promise I won’t. I just want to talk.”

I heard a chair move and then the door opened a crack and half a face peered out of the split down the side of the frame. “Talk,” she said.

“Open the door properly, please.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Please, as head of this family, I have the authority to ask you to do as I say.”

“Tom is head.”

“That’d be news to him.”

“Simon, is then.”

“That would be an even bigger surprise. I’m in charge here, so please do as I ask, like a good daughter would.”

“I don’t want you as my mummy anymore, you don’t trust me.”

“That’s for you to decide, but you’re still under my roof so you must respect my rules.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“An’ if I refuse?”

“I will call the probation service.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Who is your probation officer?”

“Maggie Swinton, why?”

I pulled my mobile from my jeans pocket and pressed speed dial. “Could I speak to Maggie Swinton, please? Thanks, I’ll hold.” I looked at the horrified face at the door. “They’ve gone to look for her, she’s in the building.”

“No, please, Mummy, I’ll open the door.” The chair was moved again and the door opened. I clicked off my phone after saying to my answer service, “That’s okay, I’ll try again later.” I replaced the phone in my pocket.

She let me into the room. “Would you have sent me back?” she sobbed at me.

“I didn’t come to discuss that, I came to apologise. I panicked when I discovered that Catherine was missing, because I genuinely didn’t hear you say where you were going.”

“You actually thought I’d hurt her, Mummy?”

“I wasn’t thinking at all, sweetheart. Stella had wound me up and I discovered her missing and didn’t know where she was or where you were. I rushed all round the house and Stella said you’d gone out.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Mummy?”

“I did, I didn’t know what I thought. Possibly, part of me did relive old prejudices, I don’t know. If I did then I am ashamed of myself, because I know you didn’t hurt that little boy, so I honestly don’t believe you’d hurt any other child, especially one you knew.”

“You’re trying to confuse me now, aren’t you?”

“No, I’d like to help you, and I’d like you to trust me again, as I trust you.”

“But, Mummy, you didn’t trust me, did you?”

“Part of me did, part of me was so frightened I wasn’t thinking at all.”

“Why were you frightened, Mummy?”

“Because I worry about you.”

“In case I hurt your babies?”

“No, more in case you hurt yourself. I think you are far more at risk than my children.”

“That’s really why you came to see me, isn’t it, in case I revoke my promise and kill myself–that would really embarrass you, wouldn’t it?”

“Do you really think that?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Well, I’ve been very embarrassed before and lived through it–so think on that.”

“You don’t love me, do you, Mummy?”

“Why d’you think, I’m here now?”

“So you don’t have to explain to the police.”

“I’ve dealt with worse things with the police.”

“I don’t believe you, Mummy?”

“How about them finding someone in the drive with one of my arrows in him?”

“You shot someone with a bow and arrows?”

“It was self defence.”

“And they believed you?”

“He was going to shoot a bodyguard we had here.”

“And you killed him?”

“No, I hit him with an arrow, I don’t think it killed him.”

“Not much of a shot then, are you, Mummy?”

“It might be harder to disable someone than kill them.”

“Did you know the police don’t shoot to disable, they shoot to kill, they say because a disabled gunman can still shoot back. So they shoot to stop someone, or so one of my friends in the YOI said. Her dad was a copper, didn’t stop her beating an old lady to death for her pin number.”

“Charming friends you have.”

“She didn’t shoot someone with a bow and arrow.”

“Robin Hood did.”

“So are you, Maid Cathy, then?

“I think by being married, it would make me Mistress Catherine, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, I s’pose so.”

“Do I take it, you’ll honour your promise to me?”

“Why? You gonna shoot me full of arrows if I don’t?”

“Nah, it blunts the tips and the blood stains the shafts.”

“Ugh, gross, Mummy, too much information.”

“Probably. I must go and check on the baby, unless you’d like to do it for me?”

“Aren’t you frightened that I’ll kill her, I am a convicted killer you know?”

“No, you won’t harm her, remember you told an old lady that she was your baby sister–so that means you love her.”

“I could do it for badness.”

“I could say the same about calling the probation service or the police.”

“Or filling me full of arrows?” she smirked.

“Yeah, that too. Of course if I did that we’d have to dispose of the body, but we have a pit out the back, so some quicklime and you’d be no more very soon. Or we could do an old fashioned cremation on a log pyre, that almost completely destroys a body.”

“You are sick, Mummy, gross.”

“Not really, I’m a pragmatist. You hurt me, you pay for it.”

“But you’re an angel, Trish and Julie said so.”

“To some, the angel of death.”

“I thought you were a healer, not a killer?”

“And I thought you were wrongly convicted by a miscarriage of justice.”

“I was, Mummy.”

“So maybe, I really am a healer, an angel–but do you really want to test me? What if angels can also destroy? What about the last plague to befall the Egyptians, the Passover and all that?”

“I don’t think I like you, Mummy, you frighten me.”

“Do I? I don’t mean to, but to everything there is an equal and opposite reaction. At least according to Newton, there is. Perhaps he was right, but would you take that risk?” I felt like Dirty Harry, ‘This here is a magnum, the world’s most powerful handgun...’ it wasn’t a comfortable feeling.

“But I want you to love me, Mummy, not hurt me.”

“Which is exactly what I want to do as well, so will you go and check on Catherine, while I check Fiona and Puddin’?”

She went off down the stairs and I went into Stella’s rooms–her two were still asleep. I wandered back downstairs wondering what I’d achieved–not much, I’d probably frightened her, I’d certainly frightened myself with my cold bloodedness, or pretend sang-froid. Sometimes I didn’t like myself at all, now might be one of them. But at least we were talking–so far.

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