It started with a dream, and I wanted to see how it ended. So I wrote it. It took me blimmin ages. I love these people, who only exist in my head and now in cyberspace. You’ll meet them in new posts, every few days. Be gentle with them.
It started with a dream, and I wanted to see how it ended. So I wrote it. It took me blimmin ages. I love these people, who only exist in my head and now in cyberspace. You’ll meet them in new posts, every few days. Be gentle with them.
In which we experience a certain amount of deja vu.
As I sat outside the bar, eyes covered, I became aware of someone standing in front of me. I moved my hands away from my eyes to see a pair of brown boots on the floor in front of me. I’d seen them so often in my dreams, it took me a moment to take in that they were real, and here, which meant …
Startled, I looked up to see Luke Woods staring down at me. Fear instantly paralysed me. My heart pounded and I could hardly breathe.
+Did I not warn you? Stay away from Nico Tiago, I said. But you didn’t fucking well listen, and he stopped coming to the gym. Lost me a lot of business.
I felt my heart racing. I tried to get to my feet, but he pushed me back down in the chair. I glanced to my right, towards the door to the bar, and left, down the corridor, trying to work out the best direction to get away.
+Oh no you don’t. And try shouting if you like, they won’t hear you, it’s too noisy in there.
In a swift movement, he grabbed my right arm, twisting it to send a spike of pain from my broken wrist up to my broken collar bone. Using the pain, he forced me to stand, and twisted my arm behind my back. I could barely see, the pain was so intense. My legs were still shaking, and sweat ran down my face, stinging my eyes.
+Let’s go for a walk. There’s someone you should meet.
He pushed me down the corridor. I looked behind me to the door, desperate for Jay to come back. Luke pushed my arm up further. I gasped, could feel everything being stretched beyond its limits. Round and round in my head, Luke’s brown boots were kicking me in the face, stopping me thinking clearly. All I could think or feel was fear.
Luke seemed to know the back ways inside the club. The corridors we went down were dark and silent. He went nowhere near the treatment room or changing rooms, and after manhandling me down a couple of flights of stairs, we came to a fire door with a bar across it. He pushed me up against the door, pinning me with his body while he pressed the bar with his left hand.
The door opened and a blast of cold air hit me. It cleared my head momentarily, and I tried to kick backwards at him and wriggle out of his grip. He kicked the back of my knee, causing it to buckle and me to drop. My weight was taken by my twisted arm and I felt something tear in my shoulder. I cried out in agony. Luke hauled me back up and continued pushing me forwards until we emerged from behind some large wheeled bins into the car park.
By now, I could hardly focus on where I was or what was happening to me. The pain throbbing from my arm and shoulder was taking all my concentration; dark blobs were gathering at the edge of my vision, I felt dizzy and sick, and was close to passing out. I couldn’t pick my feet up properly, and every time I stumbled, Luke yanked on my arm, causing more needle stabs along my collar bone and then down my arm to my fingers.
We seemed to be heading for the far side of the car park, where it was darker and there were fewer cars, and a white Transit van was parked. As we approached the van, the door opened and a man got out. I barely glanced at him, other than to notice he was wearing a Raiders shirt.
|What’s this, Luke?
He shoved me forwards, and I fell onto my knees, gasping and panting. The relief of not having my arm bent up behind me stopped me from moving any further. I cradled my arm against me, trying hard not to sob with pain.
+… is our fucking problem. Remember Mr Declan fucking Summers? Also known as Charlie fucking Collier to the proper authorities. But not to Raiders, not until it was too fucking late.
I stayed on the ground, hunched over, holding my right arm close to my chest, trying to stop shaking, trying to catch my breath and organise my thoughts.
|I thought you were just going to talk to someone about Ben.
The man’s voice sounded familiar, but I was in no state to search my memory. I couldn’t even raise my head to look up at him.
+Yeah, well, turns out this piece of shit is hanging around today, all chummy with Jay Scott and his kid again.
|What did you bring him out here for?
+He hasn’t learned his lesson yet. Thought we could have another go at teaching him. Maybe you’ll be less of a fucking wimp about it than Ben.
He kicked me hard from behind and I sprawled forwards, banging my chin on the ground, scraping the skin off my left arm on the tarmac and landing on my right arm, which was curled up under me. I cried out with the pain that exploded from my shoulder.
|Luke, what are you doing?
+Which bit didn’t you fucking understand last time, Summers? Was it the warning?
He kicked me in the side, twice. Sharp pain bit me, my mouth filled with bile and I curled up, coughing and retching.
+Was it the beating?
More kicks to my back, pain bloomed and spots danced before my eyes.
+Did we not kick you fucking hard enough?
The other man seemed to be protesting, but not very loudly. I tried to look at him, to get him to help, but I lay powerless on the floor as Luke walked round me, aiming kicks with each step which crunched into my legs. I watched as his feet moved round to where I lay, my left arm trying to protect my head. Too much of me was exposed, I didn’t stand a chance. I looked on in horror as he came level with my face and drew his brown-booted foot back. This wasn’t a dream or a memory. It was happening again. I closed my eyes and whimpered. Heard a shout. Waited for the pain and longed for the darkness.
‘Shit. He would have seen Dec sitting there. I bet he’s done something, taken him somewhere or something.’
Lis frowned. ‘Really, Jay? Dec is pretty strong. You’d have to be fairly determined to get him to go somewhere he didn’t want to without a fuss.’
‘You didn’t see him, Lis. He was white as a sheet, he couldn’t stand up, he wasn’t thinking straight. And if he’d yelled, would anyone have heard him? It’s pretty loud in here.’
‘Jaime, you think this Luke take Declan somewhere?’
Dad nodded. ‘My guess is outside. I think we need to have a look.’
‘I’m going to call the police.’
Dad looked at Lis, and I thought he was going to tell her not to, but she spoke before he could say it.
‘If this bloke’s got Dec, he could be in for another kicking. It nearly ended badly for him last time, didn’t it. If we’re wrong, well, we get a telling off for wasting their time, but if we’re right, they need to be here, yeah?’
Dad nodded, and I stayed very quiet. I could hardly believe this was all going on around me, and they had forgotten I was there, so they hadn’t sent me somewhere else.
Lis picked her phone up and pressed numbers, holding it to her ear. As she started to talk, Dad and Nico ran out of the room, Nico pressing on his phone too.
I had never been with anyone while they called the police before. I’d been with Mum when she called the ambulance for Dec, before we knew it was Dec, but the police was different, it felt like it should be more exciting, although Lis used nearly the same words to start with.
‘Police … Raiders Stadium … Lisa Tiago … I think someone’s going to get beaten up … No, but I really think you need to get someone up here fast, and if you make me explain it all before you do, it could go very badly … OK … Someone’s on the way now? … OK then … Well, it’s Declan Summers, he was attacked a few weeks ago, here, and the person who did it, well we think he’s got him again … no, not for sure, but …’
Lis tried to explain to the police person, but it was taking a long time. While she was still talking, I heard the sound of sirens. One of the windows looked out onto the car park, and I got up and walked over. Lis came with me, still talking on the phone.
It was dark outside, but the car park was lit with bright lights. There were lots of cars, and I saw a police car with its lights flashing near the entrance to the car park. As I watched, I saw some people running, but I couldn’t see what happened, because they went behind some cars. More police cars came then, and people started to stand and watch whatever it was that was happening. It was very frustrating to be up here watching and not down there, really seeing.
Quite a few other people were looking out of the window, too, and some of them were asking Lis what was going on.
‘Hopefully the police are making an arrest.’
That was all she would say, and she looked at her phone and pressed it a lot so that people wouldn’t talk to her.
After a while, nobody was looking out of the window any more, because there wasn’t anything to see, and Lis and I sat down at the table again. We were nearly the only people left, and I think everyone else had gone outside to see for themselves. I wished we could go outside to see as well. I wanted to know where Dad and Nico and Dec were, and if the police had anything to do with them, and I was still hoping there might be robots attacking with guns.
Lis kept looking at her phone, like she wanted it to ring, and then she’d look at me and smile, but as soon as she stopped looking at me, she stopped smiling. Then her phone did a bell sound, and she sat up and looked at the screen, and then frowned.
She tapped on the screen, like she was sending a text. Then she stared at the phone again, until it did another bell sound. She pressed the screen and looked at it.
‘Oh my God.’
There was more tapping and another bell sound. I wanted her to tell me what she was reading, but it was Lis’s private message, and Mum was always telling me that what people got in their private messages wasn’t for me to know unless they wanted to tell me. I wasn’t allowed to ask, and I wasn’t allowed to look at her or Dad’s phones when they got texts. But I really wanted to know what had happened to Dec, and if the bad man called Luke was still here somewhere, and where Dad and Nico were, and what all the policemen were doing.
I couldn’t ask, so I did the best I could, which was a really big huffy sigh. Lis looked up and noticed me, then put her head on one side.
‘Sorry Cal, this is all a bit of a nightmare. I should think you’re wondering what’s going on, yeah?’
At last, she’d realised. I nodded.
More shouts. Still no pain, no darkness. Running feet.
Opened my eyes. The brown boots had gone, running away, others were chasing them. There were flashing lights and sirens. Noise and light. I lay my head back down on the ground and shut my eyes again. I felt a rushing from in my head, and everything went very distant and indistinct. From what seemed like far, far away, more feet, running towards me. He was coming back. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even raise my head, paralysed by fear and flashbacks. So I took another route to protect myself; I pushed it away, closed my mind down, to avoid it all. A voice, from a great distance.
łDec! Dec! Oh Jesus, no, no, no. Dec!
It sounded like Jay. Running feet came closer, skidded to a stop. Thumped down beside me. Hands shook my shoulder, tapped my cheek.
łOh my God. Dec. Oh my God. Fuck. Fuck. Dec, can you hear me?
Still sounded like Jay. I was so far away I couldn’t be sure. With a struggle, I opened my eyes. Jay’s stricken face slowly came into focus, his expression changing to one of massive relief as I looked at him. He covered his nose and mouth with his hands, breathing heavily and deeply.
łOh my God, Jesus, Dec. Fuck. I thought … Jesus. Say something, can you speak?
łOh thank Christ. Can you move, sit up?
I tried, but everything was hurting, and my coordination and focus were shot. Jay put his arm underneath my shoulder and helped me push up from the ground.
łWhat, what is it?
‘Shoulder. Tore it. Arm’s fucked.’
łJesus, are you trying for some kind of most injured Raider award, or something?
He tried to smile, but tears filled his eyes, and he pulled me into a bear hug.
łJesus, Dec, I thought you’d had it, seeing you lying there, you weren’t moving, you’re so pale, I thought I was going to have to give you fucking mouth to mouth. Jesus.
He exhaled loudly and shakily, and looked over to where the blue lights were flashing, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand.
łI think they’ve got him. Nico chased him, Jesus he can run fast, tackled him, sat on him, I think. There’s an ambulance on its way.
łDec, you need to get checked out.
‘No more fucking hospitals. Docs here can look.’
łI don’t think they’ve got the kit, mate.
‘Not getting in a fucking ambulance.’
łOK, take it easy. Your choice, alright?
The shock of it all suddenly caught up with me, the rushing strangeness threatened, and I started shaking again, teeth chattering, body shuddering. Jay took his hoody off and put it round my shoulders, leaving his arm round me. He got his phone out, dialled a number.
łHi Lee, it’s Jay again. Are you still at the club? Great. Can you come out into the car park? Dec needs checking out … no, not that – there’s been a bit of an incident. Thanks.
I carried on shivering, head down, eyes closed, Jay carried on sitting on the ground next to me, arm round my shoulder. I heard footsteps running towards us. Opened my eyes in a panic. Nico. He knelt beside me and looked into my face.
>Declan, you are alright?
I looked at him, unable to answer, unable to focus on anything.
łWe’re waiting for Lee to come and check him out. I don’t want to get him up in case it’s the wrong thing.
>But there is ambulances coming.
łI know. He doesn’t want to go to hospital.
>Declan, you have no choice. You look very bad. You bleed. We see him kick you.
It was all too much. I was tired, hurting, cold, scared and everyone wanted me to do things I didn’t want to do. I started to cry, small sniffs at first and quickly moved on to large, heaving sobs. Jay folded me up in another bear hug. Nico put his hand on my arm.
łIt’s OK, Dec, it’s all OK now. It’s all over. They got him. Come on, mate, ssh.
>Here is Lee.
÷What the fuck’s been going on out here?
łCan you have a look at Dec? He’s had another kicking.
÷What, since I left you upstairs? Bloody hell, Dec, I’m going to have to get you a loyalty card. Is that what the police are doing here?
łYeah, Nico caught the guy who did it.
÷What’s the damage, Dec?
I couldn’t stop shivering and sobbing to answer.
łCome on Dec, if you don’t give us something it’ll be in the ambulance with you.
÷Maybe inside would be better? We’re going to have the press over here if we’re not careful.
łI didn’t want to try moving him.
÷I think if he can sit up he’s OK to move. We can all help. Let’s try to get him to the treatment room.
Jay helped me up and I leaned on him and Nico as we made our way back across the car park. I was starting to stiffen up and was beginning to feel the blows to my side, back and legs, as well as my arm and shoulder. I had stopped crying, but was still shivering and everything felt unreal and distant.
We reached the treatment room. Lee asked me to sit on a treatment table, and shone a light in my eyes.
÷Any bangs to the head?
I shook my head.
÷What’s this blood round your mouth then?
‘Hit my chin on the ground.’
÷OK, that’s going to need cleaning up, it’s got half the car park in it. No kicks or blows to your head, though, and you didn’t bang it when you fell?
÷You’re holding that arm a bit awkwardly. Is that where you fell?
I shook my head.
÷What happened, then?
‘He twisted it behind me. Tore my shoulder, felt it go.’
Lee touched the top of my shoulder, which made the pain intensify and zing along my arm. I flinched and cried out.
÷Hmm. What about the rest of your arm? Any problems with the op sites?
‘Just all fucking hurts.’
÷OK, lets see, try some of these movements. Might be a bit soon, it might need to settle down, but it’ll give us an idea.
I tried to do the movements, but it was just too painful. I couldn’t, daren’t, lift my arm very much at all. Lee bound it up in a makeshift sling and I tried not to wince when he touched it.
÷OK, what else have you got?
‘Kicked all over.’
÷OK, let’s see then, I’m just going to lift your shirt up.
He prodded various places on my back and side, and then I had to stand up and drop my trousers for him to look at my legs. I had to hold on to Jay, as I was wobbling a lot, but whether from shock or damage I wasn’t sure.
÷Okay, pretty bad bruising, and one looks a bit near your kidney. I know you don’t want to go to hospital, Dec, but you really need to get this checked out, I don’t want you with undetected internal injuries. You might have broken a rib, and you need an X-ray on that arm. I think your legs are badly bruised, but nothing more.
I was silent, just wanting it all to go away so I could be left alone.
>Declan I know you, when you are quiet it mean you will be stubborn. You must go. Is serious. I am serious.
I tried to consider it sensibly. It was the fussing that was doing my head in. What would cause least fuss?
‘I’m not staying in.’
I could feel their relief.
łNo, mate, no more hospital pyjamas for you. Just go and get checked out. I can take you, we can cancel the ambulance, if it’s not here already.
>I go see.
Nico jogged out. Lee looked at Jay.
÷So what’s the story? Who did this?
łDo you remember Luke Woods?
÷Er, conditioning coach a few years back?
łYeah. It was him. Fuck knows what the full story is. Nico thinks he’s related to Ben Hearne, uncle or something. It was both of them a couple of weeks ago, he came back to finish the job.
÷Shit. Can’t quite get my head round it all. This might sound a bit crazy, but do you remember those pictures we took of your hand, Dec?
÷Maybe the police might like to see them, match them up with his boots?
Lee told Jay about taking shots of the boot print on my hand.
łLee, you’re a genius, I think they’d be very interested. Dec, we’ll have words later about why this hasn’t been mentioned before.
My phone pinged in my pocket. Somehow it had survived me landing on it, and looking at it gave me a way to avoid answering Jay.
Amy: =r u still around? Fancy a drink?
I didn’t have the energy to reply and explain it all. Put the phone back in my pocket and kept my head down so I didn’t have to look at anyone.
łYou’re looking a better colour, Dec. You were really pale before. You’ve stopped shaking too. Jesus, what a day you’ve had. Two panic attacks and a kicking. And the night is young.
It seemed I wasn’t going to have to explain myself immediately, so I gave Jay a weak smile. Everything still seemed to be going on around me without involving me much, which was fine by me, until Nico came back.
>Ambulance is cancelled, but the police they want to talk to us before we go. I say Declan he is not well, but they come now.
I put my head in my hands, couldn’t cope with more questions, more people, more talking.
łSorry, Dec, I don’t think we’ve got much choice. When this happened last time, I needed to get back for Matty, but they wouldn’t let me until I’d talked to them. They only waited to talk to you because you were out of it.
>Declan, we are here with you. Lee will stay. He will say if is too much.
÷Sure thing, mate. I’ll be here keeping an eye.
There was a knock on the door. DI Johnson walked in and sat down. He checked over details of the 999 call, then talked to Jay and Nico. I couldn’t focus on the conversation, and I was aware of Lee glancing at me from time to time as I sat on the treatment table, head bowed, staring at the floor. Jay reminded Lee about the pictures of my hand that were on his phone. DI Johnson was very interested in them, and asked Lee to send them to him.
ϙDeclan, can I ask you some questions? It won’t take long.
I raised my head with an effort. Nodded.
ϙI understand from your friends here that you have received further injuries. Can you confirm that the person you named in our earlier telephone conversation is the person who also assaulted you tonight?
‘Yeah. Luke Woods.’
ϙWas anyone else involved in the assault?
My head was full of Luke kicking me, over and over. It was threatening to overwhelm me, and talking about it made it worse. I took a shuddering breath.
ϙCan you tell me how you got from the upstairs bar to the car park?
‘He hurt me. Twisted my arm.’
ϙDid you try to resist?
‘No. Yeah. Once. It tore my shoulder.’
÷Declan has a broken arm and collarbone. I think his arm was twisted up behind his back. It would have been very painful.
ϙThank you, sir. Declan, were you forced into the car park against your will?
I thought about it. I couldn’t see how I could have avoided it, but I felt at fault. I should have been stronger, fought more. I felt tears fill my eyes and run down my face.
÷I think it’s fair to say that Dec didn’t go there willingly to be beaten up. Actually, I think that’s enough questions for now. He’s not feeling a hundred per cent, he’s had a big shock and he really needs to go to the hospital to get checked out.
ϙAlright. Declan, I’ll be in touch. Thank you for your time.
He stood up, closed his notebook and left the room.
>We take Declan now?
łYeah, I’ll just have to get my keys, Lis has got them – fuck it! Cal! How am I going to explain all this to him?
>I take Declan, you take care of Cal. He don’t need to know everything. Take him to ours, Lis feeds him, I let you know what happen.
łI need to call Beth, check if she’s OK with me being late. If Matty needs lifting, she … can’t do it. I’ll see what kind of a day he’s had.
Jay left the room to make the call. I could hear his voice from down the corridor. There was no way Jay could leave Beth to look after Matt on her own, and I wanted to tell him to go home, but he was walking away from me and I couldn’t find the strength to raise my voice.
>Come, Declan, my car is near. You can walk?
Nico was standing by the door, beckoning to me, and I didn’t have the focus or the energy to argue about it, so I slipped down from the treatment table and stood, swaying slightly. Tried a couple of steps.
‘Yeah. Might be a bit slow.’
>Ha, is OK. Lee and me, we catch you.
We made our way slowly out to the car park. A police car was still there, lights flashing, drawing a crowd. Nico’s car was near the door. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in, painfully and slowly. I couldn’t move my arm enough to reach the seatbelt, so Lee and Nico had to put it on for me. Lee put his hand on my shoulder.
÷Maybe you should come in tomorrow, get checked over? Tell me what they say?
He shut the door, Nico started the engine and drove away. I rested my head against the window. I really couldn’t believe this was all happening again.
>Declan, you are OK?
‘No, I’m not fucking OK.’
>I know this, I mean, you don’t want me to stop?
‘No, just get there, get this over with.’
>OK. You look pale, don’t be sick.
‘I won’t be sick.’
‘Nico just texted, he’s down in the doctor’s room with Dec and your daddy. Dec has been hurt, and they’re getting him checked and talking to the police.’
‘Did the bad man hurt Dec?’
‘Yes, I think so, but I don’t think it’s as bad as last time.’
‘Will he have more sewing?’
‘Er … sewing?’
‘Yes, to keep his skin together.’
‘Oh … stitches. I don’t know, Cal. Nico didn’t say.’
Lis’s phone started singing, and she picked it up quickly and held it to her ear.
‘Nico, what’s going on? … OK … OK … OK … So not too bad then? … It’s just there are small ears listening, and I need to tell him something … OK … I’ll say that then. What’s Jay going to do? … OK … Oh … OK, yeah, that’s fine … No, we can go home, I’ll wait to hear from you or Jay. Shall I call Beth? … OK … OK … OK … Yeah, see you later. Be careful, Nico, no more bloody car park heroics, yeah? I was worried to death … Yeah, I love you too.’
Lis put the phone back on the table and looked at me.
‘Dec is going to the hospital, but he’s not badly hurt like last time. Nico is taking him, he’s not poorly enough to go in an ambulance. Your dad’s talking to your mum to sort out Matt, and you’re coming home with me.’
So that answered some of my questions, but there was something else I was getting more worried about.
‘Did the police catch the bad man?’
If the bad man was still around, maybe he would carry on trying to kick people, and if he knew I knew Dec, perhaps he would try to kick me. I didn’t want to have my bones broken, even if it meant I had metal in my arms and could be a Transformer.
‘Yeah, sweetie. Nico caught him in the car park and kept him there until the police got there. They’ve taken him away. You don’t need to worry, yeah?’
I felt very happy about that. I had been worried, without realising it. And now I could think about the other things that had happened.
‘I want to go to the hospital with Nico and Dec, I want to see him have sewing.’
I hadn’t really had a chance to look closely at it before, and the thought of sewing a person’s skin was fascinating. I hoped I would be able to see Dec soon, so I could see whether he looked like a Frankystein again.
‘Nico’s already gone, and your daddy wants you to come back with me.’
‘But I saw Dec before.’
I didn’t want them to think I was too little to see blood and sewing. I was six.
‘I know, sweetie, but this time, your daddy wants you to come back with me, yeah?’
I couldn’t argue with Lis like I did with Mum, because I didn’t know what she would say, so I had to do as I was told.
‘Am I sleeping in your house?’
‘I’m not sure yet, Cal, I’m waiting to hear from your dad, but if we go home, we can at least have some tea and see what happens.’
‘What is for tea?’
‘Ooh, what do you fancy? I do a mean fish finger. Or a bustin’ chicken nugget.’
I remembered Lis’s chicken nuggets from before, and she burnt them, even though it wasn’t her fault, it was Nico’s fault for talking to Mum and Dad in the kitchen. But best steer clear of the chicken nuggets.
‘I like fish fingers.’
‘Sorted then. Come on, grab your backpack, we’ll head off.’
Beth had expected Jay to set off for home shortly after the match finished, but he’d texted and said he was catching up with a few people, so she was waiting for a text to say he was on his way. She, Mum and I were in my room, drinking tea, when her phone rang.
‘Hello, are you on your – oh. Oh no. Oh James … but where is he now? … Who’s with him? … oh James … how bad is it? … but he wasn’t unconscious … oh James …’
If she said ‘oh James’ once more without telling Mum and me what in the name of fuckness was going on, we were going to manhandle the phone off her and ask ourselves. She looked at me, then at Mum.
‘I don’t know. I’ll ask. Matty, something terrible’s happened.’
Yeah kind of got that, just tell us. Who’s unconscious?
‘Dec’s been beaten up.’
Again? Holy shit, that boy just attracted disaster.
‘Fuck, Beth, is heh ohkay?’
‘It’s not as bad as last time, but Nico’s taken him to hospital. He might have damaged the broken arm.’
‘James wants to know – he’s going to the hospital in a bit to check on him, he thinks he might have to stay while they check him out, and he wants to know if he needs to come home to do your bed bits.’
I thought about it. I felt ridiculously panicked at the thought of Jay not being there, despite all my whining about independence and not being treated like a child.
‘We could try the care agency, but it’s a bit short notice.’
Hearing the plea in Beth’s voice, the ‘please, not loads of hassle on top of this news’, I pushed past my panic and did a quick self-assessment.
‘Noh, Ihm guhd. Ih’ll duh ih mysehf.’
‘Yeh. Hahv a pee, tahk ohf clohths, geh in behd. Ehsy.’
Beth gave me a look of deep gratitude.
‘Thank you. James, Matty thinks he can do it himself … yes, we’ve had a great day, he’s been up and about, helped cook tea, we’ll have him out pruning the apple tree tomorrow … yeah … oh James, give him my love … yeah, I might later … do they have any idea who … no! … not well, but I did meet him a few times … oh it’s so awful that Dec knows them … he’s going to be very shocked, be gentle with him … I just know what you’re like sometimes … OK, I’ll ring Lis and talk to Cal, see you tomorrow sometime. Love you.’
She disconnected and looked at us, eyes wide with shock.
‘I can’t believe that’s happened again. It was the same man who did it before, he used to work for Raiders, a conditioning trainer. He’s been arrested, apparently Nico rugby tackled him in the car park and sat on him. Thank goodness they were there. Cal’s gone to Nico and Lis’s, I think James is going to stay there, and they’ll come back early tomorrow. Matty, are you sure you can manage by yourself?’
‘Yeh, Beth. Today, goh tuh behd by mysehf, tomohrow pruhn the ahpl treh, next day hahf marathohn.’
Beth gave me a weak smile. Maybe I was being over-optimistic with my half-marathon timetable, and she didn’t want to burst my bubble.
‘It’s a worry for you dear, are you alright?’
‘Yes, thanks Carol. I am worried, but James said he thinks Dec will be OK. Oh, but he’s had such a day already, with his panic attack thing this morning, and going home, then his first rugby game for ages, and now this. I hope it doesn’t set him back. I’ll just give Lis a ring, check she’s alright with Cal, then I’ll see if I can get hold of Dec.’
Beth took her phone and walked off into the house. Mum picked up the mugs and stood up, looking at me.
‘That poor young man. He’s had a lot to contend with in the last few months.’
‘I thoht yuh said tha boy was a trohblmahker.’
‘I may have misjudged him. He’s a nice young man, and I’ve seen you two become friends. He can’t be all bad.’
‘Noh, not ahl bad.’
I listened to Beth talking to Lis and then Dec, unable to make out the words, but hearing the panic recede from her voice a little. As Beth calmed down, I slowly filled up with anger that some bastard had had a go at my already injured mate. I felt the need to do something, not that I had the physical capacity for grand gestures, but that didn’t stop the need. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and sent a text. That would show them.
I hoped it struck the right note, told him I was thinking of him without being overly sympathetic. I didn’t get a reply.
I went with Lis in her car, which was awesome because it was red and only had two seats, and its roof was made of material instead of metal. Lis said the the roof folded down so the wind blew your hair about, but she didn’t fold the roof down because it was winter and it would be too cold, and I didn’t sit in my car seat, because Lis didn’t have one.
I had fish fingers, beans and chips for tea. I didn’t tell Lis I’d already had chips, because Mum didn’t let me have chips twice in one day. Then we played on Nico’s X-box, and then Lis talked to Dad on the phone, and then she talked to Mum on the phone, and I talked to Mum on the phone, and then we watched a bit of a DVD, and then I went to bed. I didn’t have any pyjamas, so Lis said it was OK to sleep in my pants and Arsenal shirt. I wanted to stay awake until Dad got back so I could ask about Dec and his sewing, but I fell asleep and he still wasn’t back.
I was just about holding it together. A loud scream seemed to be building somewhere inside me, threatening to overpower me. It was affecting my concentration and making me jumpy and irritable. I couldn’t offer Nico any conversation, although he tried. We got to the hospital, and Nico parked his car illegally in front of A&E, helped me out and we went in together. The hospital was expecting me, but said there was likely to be a wait. It was Saturday evening, they were busy.
I sat next to Nico on the uncomfortable plastic chairs, staring at the wall, feeling my shoulder and arm swell up and become more painful. It was joined by throbs and twinges from all the other places Luke had kicked me. I didn’t say anything for some time, and Nico sat with me, not saying much either.
>You must call Rose. She need to know.
‘She’s not expecting me till later, I’ll call when I know how bad it is. I don’t want her worrying, or rushing over here.’
>She might find out, there was TV cameras.
>You want I phone her?
‘No, I’ll do it. It sounds more serious if someone else calls.’
I got my phone out, dialled the number, took a deep breath, put on a brave face.
:Hello, love, alright?
‘Hi Rose, no, not really. I’m at A&E.’
:What? Oh love, what’s happened?
‘Well, bit of a re-run of last time. Someone tried to kick my head in. But I’m OK. Nico’s with me, we’re just waiting to be seen.’
:Oh love, I’ll be right there.
‘No, Rose, please don’t come down. I’m not going to be staying in, it’s all OK.’
:But you said you got kicked – are you hurt?
‘Well, yeah, I’ve hurt my arm again, and there’s a few more bruises for my collection. But I’m OK. Please don’t come down, Rose. I’ll be back there soon, I promise.’
:Alright, love, if that’s what you want. Can I talk to Nico?
I handed the phone over. That short conversation had been pretty exhausting.
>Hi Rose … yes … yes, he is hurt, he is in a bit shock … I don’t think you need to if he don’t want it … yes, I call you later … be careful of yourself. Bye.
Nico gave the phone back. It rang almost immediately. Beth.
_Dec, oh, Dec, sweetheart. Are you OK?
_I can’t believe it’s happened again. Where are you?
_Is someone with you?
_Oh Dec, you poor love. You must have been terrified. James says they got him though.
I was finding it hard to string more than one word together and keep my eyes open at the same time. Out of energy, I handed Nico the phone.
>Hey, Beth, is Nico. Declan he is not with us really. I think he is OK, but he hurts pretty bad and he have a big shock. We wait for doctor … yes … no, he see Lee, the Raiders doctor, he want him to come here for X-ray and for looking at where they kick him. He think about internal injury … no … yes … oh, OK, I know he worry. Cal is OK with Lis. You are OK? … I know, is worry to be so far, but we look after him … OK, we call you later.
He gave me the phone back.
>Is there other people you want me to talk to?
>Maybe Don? He will know what happen.
I sighed. Couldn’t really hack all the fuss, and having to think was doing my head in.
‘OK. Don. Thanks.’
I handed him my phone.
>Is OK, I use mine.
As I was putting my phone back in my pocket, it pinged with a text.
Matt: =Fucking attention seeker.
It almost brought half a smile to my face although I didn’t send a reply. Another text, almost immediately afterwards.
Amy: =OMG just heard what happened. RU OK? 😦 xx
Me: =Not OK. In A&E. Spk soon.
Nico was still talking to Don, telling him the same things he had told Rose and Beth. He finished his conversation and put his phone away.
‘Nico, you don’t have to stay.’
>Ha, is true I don’t have to. I stay, though, because you are my friend and you are hurt and seem not right to me. I want you don’t be alone, and I want to see you are OK. Jaime he come soon. He leave Cal with Lis. He want also to see you are OK.
‘He can’t, he needs to get back home.’
>He sort with Beth, don’t worry about him.
I didn’t have the strength to argue any more. I felt drained, dull, lifeless. My arm and shoulder were throbbing and I could feel every bruise forming under my skin. I settled into a kind of lethargy, in a world of pain, where I couldn’t move or talk or think about anything beyond staring at the wall. Nico tried to talk to me, but eventually gave up when he got no answer. Jay arrived after a while, taking a seat next to me. Nico went to move his car, and then check how long it would be before I was seen.
łDec, the police have arrested Luke Woods. Him and Ben have been charged with assaulting you before, and he’s also been charged with assaulting you tonight.
‘What about the other one?’
łWhat other one?
‘There was someone else –’
Details came back to me.
‘– older, scraggy beard, Raiders shirt. He was in the van.’
łJesus. Why didn’t you say before? You told the police it was just Luke.
łJesus, Dec. I suppose you’re not really thinking straight. Well, as soon as you’re up to it, you should contact them. How are you doing?
‘Everything fucking hurts. You should go home.’
łIt’s a bit late, now. Lis is putting Cal to bed. We’re going to set off first thing tomorrow. I needed to come and see you’re OK. Stop worrying. Beth says Matty had a really good day today, and he’s going to put himself to bed, so that’s great, isn’t it?
‘You should be there with him, instead of fucking about here with me.’
łI really thought you’d got it. Maybe this has messed your head up more than I realised. You’re my family. You need me here, I need to be here, to make sure you’re OK. I’ve checked with Beth, Matty doesn’t need me just at the moment, he’s fine. So I’m staying here, and you’re going to accept that I need to be here and you need me to be here. Jesus, Dec, how many more times do we have to have this conversation?
I stayed silent, continuing to feel guilty about Beth and Carol having to manage Matt on their own. Nico came back from the reception desk and sat down. His charm had apparently not managed to shift me up the waiting list, and they said it was going to be another hour at least. I continued to sit on the uncomfortable plastic chair, staring at the wall, feeling everything carry on stiffening up, feeling guilty, feeling separated from reality. Jay and Nico talked over my head. Jay patted my back and ruffled my hair every so often. Although it was comforting, I couldn’t respond.
łBloody good tackle, Nico. Hope you didn’t hurt yourself landing on the car park.
>Ha! I am not hurt, but he is hurt. He bang his head, and I think he break some fingers.
łGood. Fucking bastard, it’s the least he deserves.
>You are right. I feel horrible he know Declan by me.
łJesus, Nico, it’s not your fault. Sounds like he had a major grudge going before you ever took Dec to his gym.
>Maybe you are right. I think he hurt Declan before. I see bruises on his shoulder after we are at his gym. Declan tell me it happen when he is drunk, but now I wish I say more.
łWell, trying to get Dec to admit to anything has always been a bloody hard job, eh, Dec?
łNothing, go back to sleep.
łMight as well be. Nico, did you see anyone else? Dec says there was another man there, in the van.
>No, I don’t see. I am busy chasing … wait, maybe there is someone when we first see Declan … I don’t remember well.
‘How did you know?’
‘Where he took me.’
Jay blew his cheeks out.
łBit of luck, really. Nico was with Lis and Cal when I went back. I told him about you spotting Luke, and remembering it was him before. We asked around, and someone had seen Luke going through the door to where you’d been sitting. We ran out there, but you were nowhere to be seen. Took a bit of a gamble that he would try to get you outside. Lis called the police, and Nico called while we tried to find you. We got out there as fast as we could; when we got to the top of the steps, we saw him over on the other side of the car park giving you another going over. I shouted, he ran. Nico chased him, I got to you as quickly as I could. Fuck knows how the cops got there as fast as they did.
>I think there is a car there always after a game, down the hill. I am glad, I don’t think I can sit on him much longer.
łNo problem, mate. I would say ‘anytime’, but please, for fuck’s sake, don’t go getting yourself beaten up again.
Jay rolled his eyes.
‘Couldn’t help it.’
łI know that, Dec.
‘Couldn’t stop him.’
łIs that what’s bothering you?
‘Wasn’t strong enough.’
łJesus, Dec, he nearly pulled your fucking arm off. And you weren’t feeling too hot to start with. He’s a complete fucking nutcase.
łI’m not surprised. Jesus, you’ve been through enough, don’t start giving yourself grief about what he did to you. He’s the worthless piece of shit here.
I hung my head. Despite Jay’s words, I still felt guilty and ashamed about letting Luke dominate me.
>Declan, what he do to you is bad. Is his bad, not your bad. We hate him, not you.
I heard what they said, and most of me knew it was true, but somewhere inside I was cowering in a corner with my hands over my head, completely powerless to stop it all happening.
‘Couldn’t stop him.’
Tears filled my eyes and I started to cry again.
łAh, Dec, come here.
Jay put his arm round me and pulled me towards him.
łDon’t let him get to you like this. He’s won, then, hasn’t he, eh? He didn’t win – here you are, large as life and twice as ugly. Possibly three times as ugly.
‘He nearly did. If you hadn’t been there –’
łYeah, could have been nasty. But we were there, we had your back. We always will, one way or another. You don’t have to be invincible, do everything on your own. I wish you’d bloody remember that once in a while, it would save me repeating it every five minutes.
I was silent, considering. Nico’s phone rang.
>Hello Rose … no we wait still … he is no worse … ha, yes, you would, I know this, but no, don’t come, they see him soon, I am sure. Jaime is here now. I call you as soon as I know.
As if Rose’s call had caused it, my name was called.
In which rugby is experienced, a girl is encountered and a memory is completed.
As we drove up to the stadium, I started to get nervous. I was worried about how people might react to me. It was only a couple of weeks since the points deduction, and although Raiders had won both of their games since and started the long haul back up the table, it was likely I was still going to be the target for people who were holding a grudge. And at the back of my mind was the other man from my memories, the one I could half-remember but couldn’t identify. Would he be here? Jay noticed I had gone quiet.
‘Just thinking. Not sure everyone’s going to be that pleased to see me.’
łYou’ll be OK. Don wouldn’t have agreed to it if he thought there was going to be any trouble. Nico says most people are OK with things, feel sorry for you after you were beaten up. I think he’s done a fair amount of PR work on your behalf, actually. He’s been looking out for you.
łYeah. You know Nico and Lis have been looking out for you for us since we moved away? Not that we knew, at first, or would have been very happy about it. Lis knows Beth really well, though. She knew, I think, that things would get mended with us, and she and Nico wanted to make sure you were OK until that happened.
‘They’ve both been amazing.’
łThat’s what friends are for – hey, don’t you dare start blubbing, we’re just about to get out of the car.
I pulled myself together. Lifted my chin to face the world.
łI’ve just got to pick up the tickets and have a quick chat with someone. Can you take Cal to the club shop, get him a flag or something? I’ll meet you by the West Stand entrance. Won’t be long.
I had been to Raiders Stadium with Dad a few times, when he was at work, and to fetch things, and on the night when he found Dec in the car park, but I had never been on match day. When we turned into the road leading up the hill to the stadium, there were people everywhere, all wearing the black and blue of Raiders, all walking towards the ground. Some people had eye-patches and scarves round their heads like pirates. I couldn’t help staring; I’d never seen anything like it. Dad had taken me to see the local football team a few times, and there was a shelter for when it was raining, and a burger van, but here, there were loads of burger vans, and places selling magazines about the rugby game, which had Nico’s picture on the front, and it was bright and noisy and thrilling.
Dad had to go and talk to someone, and asked Dec to take me to the shop to get a flag. I liked the idea of a flag; I could see people carrying them, and they had a picture of a pirate sort of person on them, the same pirate sort of person who was on their shirts and hats. I’d seen it on Dad’s and Dec’s shirts when they came home from work. Dec said it was the Raiders badge, and there were lots of things in the shop that had the badge on too.
Cal’s eyes were wide at the noise and excitement that was building in the ground. There were people wearing hats and scarves, and some of the more ardent supporters were sporting bandanas and eye-patches Beth had always been adamant that Cal wasn’t allowed to watch live rugby on account of it being too aggressive, so he’d never experienced the atmosphere of match day. I wondered what he would make of the whole occasion.
As well as the flag, there was a teddy that had a Raiders shirt on, and I stood and looked at it for long enough that Dec realised I really wanted it, and he picked it up. He also picked up a shirt from a rail, but it was a small shirt, not Dec-size, but maybe more Cal-size, and I wondered if it was for me, but he didn’t make me try it on, so maybe it wasn’t.
The shop was full of customers. I had my new bank card, which had arrived at Rose’s while I was away and wanted to do something, however small, to begin to repay people.
While we were queueing up to pay, a boy came and asked Dec for his autograph. Like he was a footballer or someone from the television. Dec wrote his name on the boy’s programme, and I noticed that people were looking at Dec, and not just because he had bruises and lines on his face, but like he was someone they wished would give them his autograph too.
A boy, a couple of years older than Cal, was suddenly at my side. He held out a match day programme and a pen.
*Please can I have your autograph?
It was the first time I had ever been asked; I tried to hide my exhilaration, and appear cool. Cal’s eyes grew wide as I signed the programme.
*Thanks. Are you playing today?
‘No, not for a while. Got a broken arm.’
I held up my bandaged right arm.
‘Enjoy the game.’
The boy went back to his place in the queue, while I glowed in the recognition.
‘Dec, are you famous?’
The possibility had only just occurred to me. Sometimes people knew Dad when we went out to the shops or Pizza Place, and he wrote his name on things, and Mum said it was because Dad used to be famous when he was young. Dec was young, well, younger than Dad, so maybe he was …
‘Ha ha, no Cal.’
‘But that boy had your autograph.’
‘I know. Some people know who I am, I guess they might have seen my picture in the papers in the last few weeks, but it’s really only here at Raiders.’
Oh, well, that was alright, then. If it was only these people, who wore things with the Raiders badge on, then I didn’t have to think differently about Dec, as if he was a famous person like Bob the Builder. As long as it was only these people, and Dec wasn’t going to get asked for his autograph when we were in Dinosaurland or something.
I paid for everything, gave Cal the flag and toy, and left with the shirt in a bag, heading over to the West Stand entrance, wondering how long we were going to have to wait for Jay.
‘I’m not sure. Shall we text him?’
Me: =How long will u b? D & C.
He didn’t reply immediately, but a few minutes later:
Jay: =On my way.
I watched the crowd, not sure which direction Jay would be coming from. I was aware of lots of curious glances from people as we waited, but nobody spoke to me. It was a long time since I had watched a first team game from the stands, and I had forgotten how noisy it was, how much the atmosphere built up, how mad the supporters were.
I felt a hand on my arm and looked round. It was Amy, DivDav’s girlfriend.
She reached up, smiling, and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek.
)It’s great to see you. God, Dec, your face!
She briefly touched the scar running by my eye and it sent a tingling shiver right through me.
)How are you doing?
‘Much better than I was. Is Dav here?’
Her face clouded as she looked away.
)I’m … er … I don’t know. We broke up. He was let go by the club too. Didn’t you know?
‘No – oh, wait, maybe it’s ringing a bell. Sorry, my head’s been a bit mashed the last few weeks. Haven’t been keeping in touch with people. Shit, Amy, I’m really sorry to hear that. How are you?’
)Oh, you know, OK. Good to see you, though. I tried to ring you a couple of weeks ago, when I heard about what happened. David didn’t have anything to do with it, you know.
‘Yeah, I know. I feel fucking awful about telling the police I thought it was him. It … er … it was Big. He’s been arrested.
Amy’s eyes went wide and she put both of her hands to her mouth.
)Oh my God! Dec, that’s completely terrible. How could he do that? I can’t believe it.
‘I know. I’m still getting my head round it. I think they’ve cleared Dav though. I should contact him … I don’t suppose you know where he is do you?’
Amy shook her head and looked down.
)I haven’t seen him since we broke up. We’re not exactly still friends. He behaved really badly to you.
Something about the way she said it made me look at her sharply. She looked back, a frown above her big blue eyes.
‘What? You broke up because of me?’
)Well, partly. When all that macho nonsense was going on, I told him what I thought. He didn’t like it much, wasn’t very nice to me about it and just carried on doing it. When I heard what he’d done to your clothes, I realised I didn’t want to be with someone who could do that. We just weren’t really meant for each other.
‘Amy, fuck, I’m sorry. I feel really bad.’
)Oh no, don’t. It’s completely better to know sooner than later. So anyway, is there something wrong with your phone? I’ve tried to get hold of you a few times.
‘My old one, yeah, it got smashed up when all this –’ I gestured to my face ‘– happened.’
)That explains it. Have you got a new one yet?
‘Yeah, do you want my number?’
We got our phones out and traded numbers.
‘Where are you watching from?’
‘I’m in West. Give you a wave!’
)See you Dec, take care.
Amy smiled and walked off, looking back at me over her shoulder. She was really pretty; I felt parts of me come awake that had been sleeping for several months. I’d liked her a lot before she started going out with DivDav, and I watched her walk away, my cheek still tingling where she’d touched me.
While we were still waiting, a lady came and talked to Dec, and she cuddled him, and while they were talking, Dec didn’t look at me once. I started to walk over to the burger van, to see if he’d stop me, but he didn’t, so I walked back, in case I got lost. He was talking and talking to the lady, and he didn’t notice me at all, until the lady went away. Even then, he stared after her. I tugged on his arm, and he looked down at me.
\who’s that lady?
I dragged my attention back to Cal, who could have flown to Timbuktu for all the notice I’d taken of him while I was talking to her.
‘Her name’s Amy.’
He didn’t tell me any more than that, because Dad came along with the tickets, and we could go in, and I had chips and shared a burger with Dec.
It was very noisy where our seats were. We were just behind a lot of people in eye-patches and scarves who were singing different songs about Raiders. They had some actions where they waved their arms about, and one of them had a drum.
The players were out on the pitch, but they weren’t playing, they were running up and down, and kicking and throwing balls. Dec said they were warming up, so they didn’t pull a muscle when they ran fast, but it was cold outside, and they weren’t wearing coats, so I wondered how they were being warm.
I saw Nico and I waved, but he didn’t see me or wave back. Dec said when the players were on the pitch, they couldn’t notice people they knew, because it would put them off. I wondered how they could not be put off by all the noisy people banging drums and singing, but Dec said they weren’t.
I looked at the pitch itself, and it looked almost like a football pitch, except that the goals didn’t have nets, the lines were different, and the goalposts stretched up really high, above the crossbar. It looked like a giant H. I wondered if the goalkeeper had to stand on the crossbar to stop a goal going in, but he would have to be very tall or jump very high, and he would have to be good at balancing.
I was just going to ask Dec about it, when there was a cheering contest. A man with a microphone was in the middle of the pitch, and there was a mascot with him, dressed as a giant Raider man, and the different sides of the ground had to shout louder than each other. I shouted as loud as I could, and the Raider mascot gave our side a thumbs up. I waved my flag as we all cheered.
They were good seats, along the side of the pitch. There were about fifteen minutes before the game started, so Jay got us some drinks from the bar. Cal was enjoying the atmosphere, waving his flag and joining in with the warm up entertainment. Lis arrived, saw us and hurried over, smiling widely. She gave Cal a big hug, then Jay, then me.
~Hi Dec, oh, great haircut, you’re looking so much better. How did it all go?
‘Good, really good. Thanks so much for taking me up there.’
~You got it all sorted, yeah?
She took a sidelong look at Jay, who rolled his eyes.
‘Yeah. Talked our arses off.’
~Glad to hear it. Sounds like it did you the world of good.
łDec is officially world blubbing champion, even worse than Matty.
~Don’t be so mean. Only real men cry.
łThen Dec is pretty damn real.
~Well it’s good to see you all. Nico wants to have a drink after, is that OK?
łFine by me.
Lis took her seat a few rows away, sitting with other players’ wives and girlfriends. The match was minutes away from starting, and the excitement was reaching fever pitch. Raiders were playing the team in second place. If they won, and other results went their way, they could move up a couple of places in the table. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Text.
Jay, Dec and Cal drove off to Devon to watch Raiders play, leaving me with Beth and Mum. Jay was going to be back later, so there were no worries about who was going to get me in and out of bed if I needed it, but I felt great, better than I’d felt for a long, long time. I even sat out in the armchair all morning, only going back to bed after lunch. I dozed a bit, then realised it was almost three o’clock and time for the big kick off at Raiders Stadium. Part of me wanted to be there with them, despite the fact I had never watched a rugby match, well not since those ones back when I was at school, so I winged a text to Dec.
‘Go Raiders! Have a fucking awesome time.’
Cripples Corner was obviously still operating, even at a distance, as his reply came straight back.
‘Just abt 2 start so fuck off now.’
After that, I had to content myself with imagining what was going on, but I fell asleep, then Beth woke me up and asked if I wanted to get in my wheelchair and sit in the kitchen while she and Mum made tea, and I so did, hardly minding about being sat in the sodding machine because I was in the kitchen and I offered helpful advice about chopping onions …
‘Thank you Matty, I don’t know how I’ve ever managed to chop onions before without you being here.’
… and let them know when they had the temperature too high for the sauce ‘Well, dear, I know I’ve done this hundreds of times without burning it, but I bow to your obviously superior knowledge.’
… and sampled things and told them it needed more salt or suggested herbs to add …
‘Well you can help again, sweetheart, that tastes lovely now’
… and before long, with our combined efforts and my expertise, we had made a pasta bake beyond compare.
The players ran out onto the pitch to spine-tinglingly loud cheers and chanting from the home fans. It reverberated around the stadium. I looked at Cal; his eyes were wide, taking it all in, and his face was flushed with excitement. I turned to Jay, who was also watching Cal and smiling.
‘He hasn’t been to a game before, has he?’
łNot since he was really little, he probably doesn’t remember.
‘He’s really enjoying himself.’
łCertainly is. I’ll wean him off football if it’s the last thing I do. It’s bad enough Matty and his bloody Tottenham. Can’t have my son being taken by the dark side too, whatever Beth thinks about aggression.
The match got underway, a pulsating first half with some beautiful play from both sides. Raiders’ running style was exciting to watch; Warriors had a great defence and were slick and clinical. Nico nearly scored twice – once he was tackled just metres from the line, once he was taken out in the air near the corner flag as he caught the ball. The ref didn’t see it, and awarded a line out to the opposition, to a chorus of boos. As the half-time whistle sounded, Raiders had a narrow lead, twelve points to nine, all from penalties. The applause rang out for the exciting play.
Rugby was quite different from football. It had some things the same, like the kit, the boots, and the ref, but most things were really different. You were allowed to pick the ball up, and people were allowed to run after you and pull you over. If you did that in football, you would get a red card and be sent off. Mostly the players threw the ball to each other, they hardly kicked it at all, and when they did, it was all high and loopy. And sometimes the player with the ball was pulled down and everyone piled on top of him, like it was a fight, but they were allowed to do it. And sometimes a player had the ball, and he ran really, really fast, faster than everyone else, and everyone shouted and cheered because he was about to score a goal. Nico ran faster than anyone else, and nearly got to the goal once, but was pulled down just before he could score.
Then the referee blew his whistle and it was half time, and I could talk to Dec and Dad about it, because it had been too noisy and too exciting to take my eyes off the pitch while the players were on it.
‘What did you think, Cal?’
‘I liked it when everybody shouted.’
‘It’s exciting, isn’t it?’
‘Why don’t they try to score in the goals?’
I hadn’t quite got why Nico hadn’t just kicked the ball through the posts when he was so close.
‘Well, this isn’t football, you can score anywhere over the white line. The posts are for kicking over, not scoring under.’
I didn’t quite get that either – if you could score anywhere over the white line, why didn’t they just kick the ball up the pitch as soon as they got it? That would be a goal straight away. Maybe they had to get it up high, like some of the players had done, when they’d kicked it through the posts on top of the goal. There wasn’t a goalie, but the players had to kick from quite far away, so maybe it was already difficult enough. And everyone had stopped while they did it, they hadn’t tried to tackle him or pull him down or anything. I didn’t think I would ever understand it all.
‘I like when they pick the ball up. In football that’s called a hand ball.’
That was the most thrilling thing, that the players could do things that you couldn’t in football, and it was all OK.
‘Yeah, but it’s allowed in rugby. You can also pull people down to the ground, which you can’t if you’re Theo Walcott.’
I didn’t like to think about Theo Walcott not being able to do something. I thought he was pretty perfect as a sporting hero. I wondered if he’d ever come to play at Raiders Stadium so I could see him.
‘Can Theo Walcott play rugby?’
‘Well, I guess he could, but I don’t think he’s tough enough to be much good.’
I certainly didn’t like to think of Theo Walcott not being tough enough. Did that mean that Dec and Dad and Nico were tougher than Theo? It was hard to believe. I thought about Arsenal, and how much I supported them, but also how much I’d been supporting Raiders for the first half of this game. I’d never felt anything like it, and I hadn’t realised that there would be shirts and flags and TV cameras.
‘Dec, can you support rugby teams like it’s football?’
‘Course you can, mate.’
‘Who do you support?’
I knew Dec didn’t have a football team. We cheered on Arsenal together, but Dec only liked football when I was watching it. I wanted to know if he had a rugby team like I had a football team. It had only just occurred to me that this might be possible. A world of sporting options opened up before my eyes.
‘Well, I guess Raiders are my team.’
‘I want to still support Arsenal.’
I didn’t know how to say that I was feeling like I was supporting Raiders as well. I didn’t know what ‘disloyal’ meant, but that’s how I felt.
‘But I want to support Raiders too.
‘Well, I’m not surprised, they are the best. It’s OK to support two teams, especially if they’re from different sports. Arsenal will never play Raiders, so you’ll never have to choose.’
Well that was alright then. If I could support one team from football and one from rugby, that was easy. I knew from football that you couldn’t support two different teams. I’d tried with Tottenham and Arsenal, because Uncle Matty supported Tottenham, and was always trying to get me to change from Arsenal, but it was too hard to do. But supporting a team from another sport felt OK. And of course, if you support a team, you need the proper kit, like my Arsenal shirt. I thought again about the small shirt that Dec picked up in the shop. I didn’t know if it was for me, but maybe I could ask in a roundabout way.
‘I’m going to support Raiders. Can I have a Raiders shirt for my birthday?’
‘Your birthday’s a long way off. How about you have one now?’
Dec gave me the bag with the shirt in it. Yes, it had worked. I took the shirt out and looked at it. It was missing something.
‘It hasn’t got a name on the back.’
‘Well, you have a think and decide whose name you want on the back. You can have your name if you like. It might take you a while to get to know the Raiders players and have a favourite. I can get it put on once you’ve chosen.’
Before I could think about whose name I wanted on the back, and whether I could have ‘WALCOTT’ to match my Arsenal shirt, Dad had a suggestion.
‘How about ‘SCOTT’? Has a nice ring to it on the back of a Raiders shirt again. Thanks, Dec, by the way.’
I didn’t want my name on my shirt, I wanted the best Raiders player on it, but I didn’t know who that was yet.
‘Daddy can I put my shirt on now?’
‘I think it’s a bit cold to be taking your shirt off out here.’
It was cold, and I had my hat and gloves and scarf on, and my nose was red, but I really wanted the shirt on.
‘Ohh but I want to.’
Sometimes a good wheedle worked, sometimes it didn’t. Today it worked.
‘How about you put it on over the top of your Arsenal shirt?’
I felt a bit bad about covering up my Arsenal shirt, but it was only for half of the game, so it would be alright.
Amy: =Spotted me yet?
I looked over to the crowd in the stand opposite, but everyone was so far away I couldn’t pick out faces. I couldn’t remember what Amy had been wearing. Suddenly spotted someone waving madly with both arms.
I waved back, just as madly.
The teams soon came out for the second half, and the noise from the crowd got back up to loud. There was lots of throwing, lots of running, and lots of players bumped into each other. One player had a big cut over his eye, and had to come off the pitch with blood running right down the side of his face and dripping onto his shirt. I couldn’t stop looking.
‘Will he have sewing like you did?’
‘He might need a bit. He’ll be OK though, he’ll probably play again next week.’
There was more kicking through the posts, and then the most exciting thing happened. Nico got the ball and ran really, really fast. The crowd were noisier and louder than they had been so far, it was like a huge roar, as if they were trying to push Nico along with their voices. There were some players from the other team in front of him, but he somehow wiggled past them, and then pretended to throw the ball to someone, but kept it instead, and then ran even faster and jumped over the white line. So that was how you scored. You just had to put the ball down over the line.
The crowd cheered and roared like nothing I had ever heard. We were all standing on our feet and cheering, and Nico was cuddled by all Raiders players as if he’d scored a goal.
And then a bit later, he did it again. Two more players had scored, although not as excitingly as Nico, and then Nico caught the ball while two players from the other team were throwing it to each other. Nico had to run a really long way, but he was really fast, and no one could catch him, so he jumped over the line and scored again.
If it was possible, the crowd was even noisier, and Nico was cuddled even harder. I had found my favourite Raiders player. I was going to have ‘NICO’ on the back of my shirt. Or maybe Nico’s last name, if I asked Dec what it was.
Jay went off to ‘talk to someone’ straight after the final whistle, and we agreed to meet in the bar later.
‘OK, Cal, let’s go and get you a drink. Have you got everything there? Got your Raiders toy, your flag?’
Lis came over.
~Are you off to the bar, now? Nico won’t be out for a while, but come and talk to me, yeah? I hate waiting.
We walked to the Supporters Bar together, Cal talking excitedly about the game and Nico in particular. I wondered if Cal’s Raiders shirt was going to have ‘TIAGO’ on the back before too long. We found a table and Lis and Cal sat down while I went to the bar.
*Hey, Dec. Good to see you around again.
It was Holly, one of the bar managers, who served me.
‘Thanks. Good to be back.’
*Looks like you’ve been in the wars.
‘Yeah, a bit. Getting better though.’
*Take care of yourself.
Despite my worries, people had been nothing but pleasant so far. I took the drinks back to Lis and Cal. Cal was showing his Raider toy to Lis.
Lis saw my shirt, and I asked what Nico’s last name was so I could have it on my shirt. She said it was Tiago, but I didn’t know how to write that, so I didn’t say right away that’s what I would have.
~Cal tells me he can have a name on the back of his shirt.
‘Yeah, I think I can sort it.’
~He’s considering ‘NICO’.
‘What a surprise. Will we ever hear the end of it?’
~I doubt it. I’m sure Jay will be delighted as well.
‘Jay was making a bid for ‘SCOTT’ earlier, but I don’t think Cal was impressed.’
~How about ‘SUMMERS’?
‘I don’t think that even makes the top ten, I haven’t scored nearly enough amazing tries – even if it was, that’s not the best idea just at the moment.’
~So, Dec, tell me about Christmas. How was it?
‘Really great. We had a good time, didn’t we, Cal?’
~dec was in the underneath bed. He made noises and did big swears.
Lis looked at me questioningly. I laughed.
‘I was having some weird dreams. Got a telling off from Beth, I think Cal enjoyed the swears a bit too much. But Christmas was great.’
~I talked to Beth this morning. She loved having you there. She’s really going to miss you, yeah?
‘I know, it was weird, like – I don’t know – going back in time, to before everything. They were all exactly the same. Except for having Matt and Carol there, and obviously being in a different house, but everything else kind of felt the same as it did before. They’re just so far away now. I’m trying to get my head round it all.’
~Beth said you got on really well with Matt?
‘Yeah, I did. I hadn’t really spent much time with him before, but you know how sometimes you just click with someone?’
‘We just messed around, a lot of the time. I forgot how old he is.’
~Hey! He’s only a couple of years older than me, thank you very much.
Lis tried to look offended, then grinned.
~Although the way Matt behaves is closer to his shoe size than his age, so maybe I see your point. Sounds like you did him a lot of good, yeah?
‘Don’t know about that. He was looking pretty perky when I left. Hope it carries on for him. ‘
~Did you sort things out properly with Jay?
‘I think so. We had a really long talk. I tried to explain things, but it’s so muddled in my head, I don’t know if I was making any sense. He told me how it was for him, I know my shit was the last thing they needed, with Matt and everything. But, yeah, we sorted it out, we’re OK. They’ve both been so great. And Cal here had the biggest pile of Christmas presents I’ve ever seen in my life.’
~Really, Cal? What did Santa bring you?
Cal started to list all the presents he had received. It was a long list. Lis nodded and smiled, and questioned him about them. I had seen him open most of them, and drifted off a bit.
I became aware of someone hovering behind me, waiting to talk to me. I turned round and saw Lee Brady, one of the club doctors, looking in my direction. I beckoned him over.
÷Hi Dec, good to see you. You’re looking better than last time we met. Those scars are healing nicely, bruises on their way out too. How’s that arm?
‘Pretty good, thanks. Don said you might have a look at it tonight?’
÷Are you available now?
‘Well, I’m looking after Cal until Jay gets back, not sure how long he’s going to be.’
÷Cal can come too, if he wants to.
One look at Cal’s face, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to say no. Cal wanted another look at my scars.
We followed the man downstairs and into a room, where Dec took his shirt off and the man, who was a doctor, took Dec’s bandages off and pressed Dec’s arm and made him move it up and down and round and round.
The doctor screwed up the bandages and put them in the bin, and told Dec he didn’t need them any more. Dec looked pleased. Then the doctor asked me if I wanted to see Dec’s X-rays, and turned his computer round so I could see. I’d never seen real X-rays before, not that weren’t in a film or a cartoon, and I liked seeing the inside of Dec’s arm. The doctor pointed to some of the bits and then to Dec’s arm to show where the pictures were of, and which bones had been broken. Then he clicked a button, and the pictures changed.
‘And these ones are after Dec’s operation, can you see the metal bits and the screws? They’re holding Dec’s bones together while they mend.’
I could see actual screws going into Dec’s bones. I couldn’t believe it – Dec had metal in his arm. How could we not hear it clanking like a robot?
‘Dec, have you got metal in your arms?’
‘Yeah, I can’t feel it though.’
He was being so unexcited. If I had metal in my arms, I’d tell everyone, and lift really heavy things all the time and be a superhero.
‘Are you like a Transformer?’
Dec laughed, although I didn’t know why. If I had metal in my arms I would totally change into something cool.
‘No, mate, I’m not going to change into a motorbike or anything. But I bet I set off a few alarms at the airport next time I fly anywhere.’
That sounded a bit boring, just setting of the alarms at the airport. Metal in your arms was obviously wasted on grown-ups. I could think of much more interesting things to do with it.
Cal and I wandered back up to the bar, making our way up the stairs. The quiet of the downstairs area, now the players had all gone, was soon replaced by the buzz of conversation to be heard from upstairs. We went through the door of the bar, the noise increasing as we did so. I scanned the room, to see if Jay had reappeared yet, and caught sight of him talking to someone on the other side of the room. A tall blond man who, with a jolt, I recognised.
It was Luke, from the gym where Nico had taken me that first time. It was Luke, who was the other man who had hit me with a bottle and punched and kicked me, and broken my bones, and slashed my face. It was Luke, who was the man with the brown boots. It was Luke, from my nightmares.
I reeled, stumbling into a table, knocking over some glasses.
*Hey, careful mate.
I stared uncomprehendingly at the table’s occupants. Jay saw me, patted Luke on the arm and walked over.
Dec was just staring across the room, as if there was something really scary, but I was too little to see what he was looking at; all I could see was people’s legs. Then I saw Dad coming towards us. He smiled at first, then frowned. By the time he reached us, he looked worried.
Jay looked behind him to where he had been standing. Luke had gone. Confused, Jay looked back at me.
łEr, yeah, he used to be a trainer here. Just catching up.
‘It was him.’
łWhat do you mean?
‘The other man, with Big, from when … he kicked me in the face.’
łWhat? Jesus, Dec, are you sure?
He glanced at the people sitting at the table, who were watching and listening with interest.
I looked around then, trying to see someone who looked like they might have kicked Dec in the face. Surely if Dec had metal in his arms, he could fight them, he’d win every time. But then I remembered that Dec had metal in his arms because the man had kicked him in the arm and broken it, which is why he needed the metal.
I looked up at Dad and Dec, a bit worried about having a man in the room who had kicked Dec so much he had broken his arm. Dad looked down at me as if he had just remembered I was there.
‘Hold on a minute. Cal, mate, can you take my keys over to Lis and sit with her? She’s just at that table, look. I’ll be over in a bit.’
This always happened; whenever anything interesting was happening, or people were saying anything I wanted to listen to, they would find something for me to do that meant I had to go somewhere else and not find out what was going on. I took Dad’s keys and went and sat with Lis.
‘Hey Cal. How did Dec get on with Lee?’
I thought Lee must be the doctor.
‘He showed me Dec’s bones on his computer. Dec’s got metal in his arms, like a Transformer.’
‘Wow, really? That sounds pretty cool. Where is Dec?’
‘Dec and Daddy were talking about a man, they’re over there – oh.’
I turned round to point, but Dec and Dad weren’t there. I turned back to Lis – maybe she would know something and would tell me things without making me go somewhere else.
‘Dec was saying about the man who kicked him. He saw him. His name is Luke.’
‘What? He’s here? Dec’s seen him?’
I shrugged. No one ever told me anything directly, I had to guess about things from what people said to each other.
‘I think so.’
Lis looked worried now, and looked around her. Her gaze fixed on someone across the room, and for a moment I thought she had seen the man, but I looked where she was looking, and it was Nico, who came over to us, smiling.
He kissed Lis, then sat on a chair at our table.
‘Hey you. Cal thinks Dec’s seen the man who kicked him, here.’
‘Huh, really? Where is Declan now?’
‘He must have gone somewhere with Jay, maybe to find him or something.’
‘Do they say who this is?’
‘Cal said he was called Luke, yeah, Cal?’
‘Huh, Luke. Cal, this man, he has another name?’
‘I don’t know, Dec didn’t say it.’
‘Huh. Maybe I find Jaime and Declan and see if they need help.’
‘We don’t know where they went, Nico, they could be anywhere. I don’t think we should talk about this any more, yeah?’
Lis looked at me, which I knew meant they thought I was too little to hear about what they wanted to say.
‘Huh. OK. Cal, is good to see you. Hey, you have a good Christmas?’
‘Yes. Santa bringed me a Arsenal shirt.’
‘Oh, is good, you like Arsenal. But you don’t wear the shirt, you wear the Raiders shirt, huh?’
‘My Arsenal shirt is underneath, look.’
I lifted up my Raiders shirt so the red of Arsenal showed.
‘Ha, I like this, two shirts.’
‘Cal’s trying to decide whose name to have on the back of his Raiders shirt.’
‘Oh, is good to have a name. You will have ‘SCOTT’, like you and your Dada, yes?’
‘I don’t think Cal was planning on it being a family shirt, more like a favourite player shirt.’
‘Huh, so who is your favourite?’
I felt shy saying it, so I just shrugged, and looked at Lis, hoping she might help me out. I’d known Nico for a long time, and I’d always liked him, he was funny, but I’d never cheered him on a pitch till my throat was sore before, and I was now completely in the grip of hero worship.
‘Well, he’s probably a bit embarrassed to say, it is rather embarrassing having Nico Tiago as your favourite player.’
‘Ha! I am your favourite? This is good, Cal, I like this. You can have my name on your shirt for sure. You like my tries today?’
I thought Nico had tried very hard, so I nodded.
‘I could hear Cal cheering from where I was sitting. It sounded like you enjoyed yourself, yeah?’
‘I liked when we cheered. It isn’t like football, though.’
‘Ha, no, is better, much better. Maybe Raiders is better than Arsenal?’
That didn’t sound right. Nothing was better than Arsenal, I wasn’t going to start saying any different, hero worship or no hero worship. I loved football, and I was going to be a footballer when I grew up. I didn’t nod, I just looked at Nico.
‘Well I think you might just have gone down in someone’s estimation there, Nico.’
‘Ha, sorry Cal. I forget you love football so much. How does this happen, with your Dada and Declan with you?’
‘Uncle Matty likes Tottenham.’
‘Ah, I remember. So we blame Matty?’
‘Oh give over Nico. People are allowed to prefer another sport to the one you play. Nico’s just joking, Cal. You can like football better if you want to, it’s up to you – oh, here’s Jay.’
Jay took me by the arm and pulled me through the doorway I’d just come through, out of the room and into the corridor where it was quieter.
łYou look bloody awful. What have you remembered?
‘Just that it’s him. It’s the last piece. Just seeing him, made it all fit. I’ve been trying to remember him all this time. It’s him. Fuck, fucking hell.’
I felt sick, sweaty, trembling all over, breathing hard, heart racing; all the fun of the panic attack. Jay grabbed a chair.
łHere, sit down. I’ll go and find one of the medics.
łDec, you need someone to look at you.
‘Don’t leave me on my own. Please.’
It came out as a wail. Jay looked at my face and sighed.
łOK, let me call someone then.
He pulled out his phone, pressed the screen.
łLee? It’s Jay Scott … yeah, I’m upstairs outside the Raiders Bar … no, no, just visiting. Listen, can you come up? Dec’s here, he’s a bit unwell … oh did you? … no, it’s not his arm. Could you come up and take a look? … Cheers.
He put the phone back in his pocket.
łOK, Lee’s on his way.
łDo you think you need to call the police? You’re absolutely sure it was Luke?
łJesus. I can’t believe it. He used to work here. Have you got that policeman’s number?
łDidn’t he call you the other day? It’ll still be on your phone somewhere. Let me have a look.
I pulled the phone out of my pocket and handed it to Jay. He scrolled through my call history and found the number.
łShall I call? You don’t look like you’re capable at the moment.
I nodded, gratefully, my head still spinning and the sick feeling swirling in my stomach. Jay pressed the screen.
łHello, my name is Jay Scott, I’m calling on behalf of Declan Summers … yes, that’s right … er, Dec has just recognised the other man who attacked him. We’ve got a name … yes … yes, he’s sure. No, it’s been a bit of a shock for him, he’s not feeling very well at the moment … yes, Luke Woods … I don’t know … well you can try. Dec, any chance you can talk to this guy?
I looked back at Jay and tried to push my nausea down and calm my breathing. A bit unsteadily, I held out my hand for the phone.
‘I’ll try. Hello?’
ϙHello Declan. Thank you for contacting us. Are you able to answer some questions?
‘Not sure. I’ll try.’
ϙHow sure are you the other man was this, er, Luke Woods?
‘Sure, like before.’
ϙHow do you know him?
‘He’s a trainer at a gym I went to – I only went once. He told me not to come back.’
ϙSo he’s not a friend, or a colleague?
ϙDo you know where he lives?
‘No, I only met him that one time.’
ϙWhat’s the name of the gym?
‘I can’t remember. It’s on Bridge Street.
ϙOK, Declan, thank you for talking to me. We’ll look into this and keep you informed.
I looked up at Jay and put my phone in my pocket, taking a shaky breath. Lee appeared moments later.
÷Hey Dec, Jay, what’s the problem?
łDec’s feeling a bit unwell. He’s had a shock, and, well you can see the results.
÷You have gone a bit of a funny colour.
He felt for my pulse.
÷Heart rate’s up quite a bit. You’re breathing fast too. Feeling sick?
÷I think you need to get some fresh air, deep breaths, calm down away from all the noise. Looks like a panic attack to me. What brought it on?
‘Seeing someone I know.’
He gave me a bemused look, but I couldn’t begin to explain right then.
÷OK … Jay, can you take him outside or something?
łYeah, sure. I’ll just let Lis know what’s going on, she’s looking after Cal.
He headed back into the bar, the sound of voices intensifying briefly as he opened the door.
÷I think you’ll be fine, Dec. Has this happened before?
‘Only since I was beaten up. Although, actually, something like it happened this morning.’
÷Really? What were the circumstances?
‘I got in a car to drive it. First time since I crashed.’
÷So both times set off by a bit of a shock. That’s not surprising. Get Jay to take you outside. Deep breaths in the fresh air. Keep an eye on it, come and see me if it happens again, or if you don’t feel better in a little while.
Before I could stop him, he turned and headed back down the corridor. I sat alone in the chair, unable to face going back into the bar. It was too noisy, I felt too shaky. I leaned forwards, my face in my hands.
Dad was walking towards the table, but Dec wasn’t with him. We all looked at him as he came over. He still looked worried.
‘Hey Jaime. Cal say Declan see someone he know?’
‘Yeah. You remember Luke Woods? Oh, he might have been before your time. He was an S and C trainer here a few years back. Dec’s just seen him, recognised him as as the other bastard who put him in hospital. He’s a bit wobbly, very wobbly actually, he’s having some kind of panic attack. I’m going to take him outside, see if some fresh air helps. Are you OK with Cal for a bit?’
A panic attack sounded exciting, like it might be lots of bad robots shooting guns or something. It sounded like something I’d like to see. Maybe the bad man would be beaten by the robots and I could stop feeling scared about him.
‘Can I come, Daddy?’
‘No, Cal. Dec’s not feeling very well, he needs some peace and quiet.’
‘I will be quiet, I –’
‘No Cal. Just wait here with Nico and Lis. I’ll go and get you another Coke.’
Dad went to get my drink, and I didn’t argue any more. That was three Cokes I’d had today, and usually Mum didn’t let me have one every week. Sitting with Nico and drinking sweet brown fizziness was probably better than attacking robots, which were bound to be more disappointing than they sounded.
Nico and Lis were trying to talk to each other without saying anything and without me hearing, but they couldn’t understand each other, so in the end they had to just talk properly, and not by wiggling their eyebrows.
‘Are you going to try to find this Luke bloke, then?’
‘I don’t know, baby. If Jaime wants me to. I know him, he is trainer at the gym I go to before.’
‘What, the one you left because of that – oh. God, Nico. Someone needs to find him before he …’
‘Yes. When Jaime gets back, we ask.’
It wasn’t long before Dad put my Coke down on the table, and then Nico could ask his question.
‘Jaime, you want I look for this Luke Woods? Declan he tell the police?’
‘We’ve called the police, told them his name. He was just here, the bastard. I was talking to him, he was asking about Dec, I never bloody realised. He was over there, but I can’t see him now. You can look for him if you like, he’s tall, taller than me, blond hair. Maybe grab someone who was here when he was – Freddie was around, give him a shout. I’d better get back out to Dec, he was feeling pretty ropey. See you in a bit, Cal.’
Dad walked away, and Nico stood up, looking around him. He didn’t get far, as Dad came back through the door and over to the table.
‘Dec. He’s gone. I left him on a chair just outside the door, but he’s not there. I don’t think he would have gone off on his own, he was all shaky and shit.’
‘What are you saying, Jay?’
Dad looked around the room.
‘Luke isn’t here. Hey Freddie.’
He called over to a man who was standing talking to other men. The man he called Freddie looked up and smiled.
‘Have you seen Luke Woods?’
‘You were just talking to him, weren’t you?’
‘Yeah, after that.’
‘No, sorry mate.’
Someone Freddie was talking to shouted across.
‘He just went through there, a few minutes ago.’
The man pointed to the door Dad had just come through. Dad’s eyes went all wide, and he looked at Nico.
In which goodbyes are said, tears are shed, and cheesy dinosaur biscuits are eaten.
I didn’t hear Dec come in later, but I did hear him in the middle of the night.
‘No … nnnh … no no no … mm … no … ‘
I heard Dec moving, and then I felt a bump from under me, as he sat up and banged his head on the underneath of my bed. I didn’t have to wait long
… woke up in a sweat, heart racing, breathing hard, disoriented. Tried to sit up. Banged my head.
A giggle from above me. Cal. I was in Cal’s room.
I’d known it would happen, and I liked knowing things and being right. Dec must have heard me, and his voice came from below.
‘I know. I was half asleep. Sorry. Was I making noises?’
‘Yes you were going ‘mm’ and ‘no’, and I waited for you to do a big swear and you did.’
‘I didn’t scare you – er – Optimus Prime, though?’
I hadn’t been scared, not even of the thought that Dec might scream really loudly.
‘No, he wasn’t scared. It’s only your dreams.’
‘Well that’s very brave of him.’
‘Dec can I come in with you?’
I thought I might have a chance, because it was Dec’s last night, and I might not see him again for days and days.
Oh what the hell, it was my last night.
‘Come on, then.’
It had worked. I climbed down the ladder and got under Dec’s duvet, and was asleep before I could think about it.
He hopped down the ladder and filled the bottom bunk with his sleepy body. Crammed up against the wall, I slept as well as I could, dreamless and happy.
When I woke up next morning, Cal was still asleep, looking innocent and peaceful. I could hear sounds from downstairs that suggested someone was up and in the kitchen, and my stomach rumbled. I didn’t know what the time was, couldn’t see a clock from my position under the top bunk. It was dark, but this time of year it didn’t get light till fairly late. I couldn’t bear to wake Cal, but I was really hungry so, moving slowly and carefully, I edged to the bottom of the bed, tucking the duvet back around him as I did so. Once there, I hopped off, pulled on some clothes and went downstairs. Jay was in the kitchen, making tea and toast.
łHey, mate. Bit early yet?
I looked at the kitchen clock. Just after six. Very early for me, pretty early for Jay as well. Having a pregnant wife must be overriding his natural laziness.
‘Oh well. Didn’t sleep too well.’
łMore bad dreams?
‘Cal got his wish for a big swear, too. Sorry. Didn’t know where I was for a minute.’
łCan’t be helped. Was he OK?
‘Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was what he’d been waiting for. He got in with me afterwards.’
łOh great, now he’s going to be trying to come in to us at all hours. We’d just got him to stop.
‘Sorry. It’s very hard to say no, especially in the middle of the night.’
łTell me about it, he knows all the tricks in the book. Breakfast? I’m just doing tea for Beth, then I’ll come back down and see if Matty’s awake.
‘I can check on Matt if you like.’
Jay went back upstairs. I made a pile of toast and two cups of tea, just in case Matt was awake, and went into his room with a tray. The room was dark, and I didn’t want to put the lamp on in case it woke him up.
No reply. I sat in the chair, ate toast and drank tea. Matt slept on. I finished my breakfast and stood up, picking up the tray from the table. Matt suddenly woke with a startled intake of breath.
}Fuck. Who’s tha?
‘Dec. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up. Just brought you some breakfast if you want it.’
}Scared the bejehsus out of meh. Why dihnt yuh put the ligh on?
‘Didn’t want to wake you up.’
}Prefer to gihv meh a coronary?
‘Sorry. Tea and toast? Get it while it’s tepid.
}Mm, just how I lihk ih.
I turned on the table lamp and handed him his breakfast.
}Oh, Auhnty Dec yuh did a tray and ehvrything.
‘Well, last day and all, had to make it memorable.’
}Wha time issit?
‘Sometime after six.’
}Bluhdy hell, bih early ihnt ih?
‘I was awake, couldn’t sleep, hungry. Thought I might as well get up.’
}Well thahks foh sharing. Buhger off now, too early foh meh. Thahks foh tray, maybe laher …
His eyes closed and he went back to sleep. I picked the tray up and took it back into the kitchen. The house was silent again. I sat at the table, resting my chin on my hand, trying to soak up the atmosphere. I wanted to take in as much as possible of my time here, so I could take it back with me. Now that there wasn’t long to go before I left, I wanted to appreciate every minute. The inactivity did for me eventually, and I woke up, head resting on my arm on the table, when Beth came in.
_Oh! Were you asleep? What on earth are you doing down here?
‘Sorry, just dozed off. I’m up, honest. It was just really quiet. Doesn’t happen much round here.’
_I know. I love being first up, before everyone else. Don’t get to do it very often, especially at the moment, I’m sleeping so much. But I’m just as happy to have breakfast in bed. Even if James does go back to sleep more often than not. Have you seen Matty?
‘I did a while ago, he said it was a bit early for him.’
I glanced at the clock – it was now nearly eight – and stretched to work out some of the knots that sleeping with my head on the table had tied in my neck.
‘I can have another go if you like.’
_No it’s OK, James can see what he needs, he should be down in a minute. What time were you thinking of setting off?
‘I don’t know. Hadn’t really thought. Didn’t really want to think about it if I’m honest. I’ve had such a good time, Beth. I never thought I’d be part of this again. If nothing else in my life works out, this Christmas will make it alright.’
_Oh, Dec. We’ve loved having you here, with us. I know the past few months have been hard, for all of us. If I could pretend none of it had happened, I would. But I think we’ve managed to mend it pretty well – maybe we’re even stronger. We know a bit more about you, now, about how things have been for you. We all love you, you know that, don’t you? I think even Carol’s got a soft spot for you.
I nodded, speechless, throat closing familiarly, tears threatening.
When I woke up, Dec had got up, and I could hear voices in the kitchen. It sounded like Mum and Dec. I got up quietly, went downstairs quietly, and stood in the hall listening to what they were saying. They were talking, and although I couldn’t really hear, I think it was about Dec going home, and Dec cried. Dec had cried all the time since he’d got here, and it was a bit annoying, but I remembered Mum saying he was sad even though he didn’t look it, and we needed to give him loves, so I tried not to be annoyed.
‘Come on, sweetheart.’
Mum was trying to cheer Dec up.
‘You’ll be back up here in no time. And we’ll be down to see you – there’s always a reason to go back to Devon.’
Dec sniffed. ‘I’m not going to spend my last morning here being miserable. I’ve had a great time. I’ve got my family back. I’m going back to get fit and play rugby. Nothing to be miserable about at all.’
I remembered that Dec was in our family, and I felt happy, and went into the kitchen to be part of everyone feeling happy. Dec had stopped crying and was smiling. Mum was patting Dec on the shoulder.
‘That’s the spirit – oh here’s Cal. You’re up late, sweetheart.’
‘Dec keeped me awake with noises and a big swear.’
I wasn’t telling on Dec, I was just telling Mum what had happened, because she’d ask me later, and I’d have to tell her anyway.
‘Oh did he? Well Daddy told me you were quite keen for that to happen last night, so maybe you got your wish. Dec, I feel I have to be a bit annoyed about the big swear, just to keep up appearances.’
She pretended to frown at Dec, but he just grinned, like he always did when Mum told him off about swears.
‘Sorry, Beth, won’t happen again.’
‘Ha ha, if only I believed you.’
Dad came in, yawning.
‘Don’t believe him, whatever he said.’
I liked when Dad teased Dec, because he’d say something like he was telling Dec off, but he was being funny. I wanted to join in with that too.
‘Dec said he won’t do any big swears again.’
‘Is that so? Let’s see how long he lasts. My vote is for ten past eight. What’s the time now? Oh, maybe five past.’
‘Four minutes past. I win.’
And there it was. I’d joined in, and Dad had carried on, and Dec had done a swear. It didn’t get much better, although Mum wasn’t as happy as I was about it.
‘Honestly, you two. I’m a bit worried about what Cal’s going to come back saying, especially if he’s going to be hanging around rugby players all afternoon. You will tone it down a bit, won’t you?’
‘We’ll be model citizens. He’ll come back talking like an angel. Right Cal?’
I wasn’t sure about that. I had no idea what angels talked like, and I wasn’t going to have much of a chance to learn.
‘How do angels talk, Daddy?’
‘A bit like this.’
Dad’s voice was all squeaky, like a lady’s. I really didn’t want to have to talk like a lady.
‘Why do I have to talk like that?’
‘Daddy’s being silly. He means that he and Dec will watch their language so you don’t start saying some of the bad words they do.’
Sometimes grown-ups said the stupidest things. I knew I couldn’t say swears, although sometimes I whispered them to myself just to feel them in my mouth. No, I knew the rules about saying swears out loud.
‘But I’m six, I can’t do bad swears.’
‘I’m glad at least one of you has got some sense.’
‘I can’t do bad swears until I’m seven. Jake telled me.’
Jake knew everything about things big boys could do, because he had two brothers who were big boys. One of them was so big, he was in the Army, and Jake had often told me things his brothers did and said that astonished me.
Mum put her hands in the air like she was surrendering. I liked when Dad and me did boy and man things together, and Mum had to give in because she was a lady, and there was only one of her.
‘I give up. Even Jake Bagwell is against me.’
After that, Dec was getting ready to go, and he was finding his socks and pants, and checking he hadn’t left anything, and he couldn’t play with me because he was busy. He helped me feed Percy, and helped Mum with the dishwasher, and helped Granny watch TV, and talked to Uncle Matty, but he didn’t really have time for a big play with me, so I played in Uncle Matty’s room.
We decided to leave about ten o’clock. Jay reckoned he could do the journey in just over two hours, even though it had taken Lis over three and a half to do it before. That gave us plenty of time to drop my stuff off and say hello to Rose, get something to eat and head for the stadium. So I was left with a strange couple of hours of hanging around, waiting to leave, trying to find things to do, but not having time to really do very much.
I helped Cal feed his rabbit. I walked round the house again to check I hadn’t left anything behind. I emptied the dishwasher for Beth, I sat and watched a bit of a Sunday morning cookery programme with Carol. I scraped mud off my trainers. It felt like time was ticking away too fast.
I fetched my bags from upstairs, leaving them by the door. When I had arrived a few days ago, I hadn’t been able to carry anything. Now my left hand was so much better, I hardly remembered my little finger had been broken, although my right arm was still stiff, and the bandages served to remind me that I couldn’t push myself too far. Jay saw me bring my bags down.
łDo you want to put them in the car? While you’re out there you could move Beth’s car out of the way, it’s in front of the garage.
He tossed me the keys. I took my bags outside and left them by the garage door. I pointed the key at Beth’s car and pressed the button, opened the driver’s door, got in, shut the door and I was spinning, swerving across the road, unable to control the car. I was heading towards the ditch. A man appeared, lit by headlights. I frantically pulled on the steering wheel but he was too close and the car was too out of control. There was a bang, and my airbag inflated, pushing me backwards as the car lurched forwards into the ditch. I couldn’t move. The combination of my seatbelt, the airbag and the angle of the car pinned me to my seat, I couldn’t get out. Then I was spinning, swerving across the road, unable to control the car as it started again, replaying over and over on a loop in my head …
Uncle Matty was sitting in his chair, rather than his bed, and we heard Dad tell Dec to go and put his bag in Dad’s car, and to move Mum’s car out of the way, and we heard the front door slam as Dec went out.
‘Dohs tha boy ehver shuh a dohr quiehly?’
‘I think he does sometimes.’
Dad came in after a while.
‘Oh. I thought Dec must be in here. Where is he?’
‘Ouhside. Dihnt yuh fehl the trehmors wehn he shuh the dohr?’
‘But that was ages ago. He was only moving Beth’s car. Oh for God’s sake. He’d better not have bashed it.’
Dad stomped out and we heard the front door shut, almost as loudly as Dec had shut it.
łDec? What’s going on?
Jay’s voice brought me back to the present. I was gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my breathing rapid and shallow, and I was sweating, trembling, staring straight ahead. Jay put his hand on my arm.
I shook my head, trying to get the repeating images out of my mind.
‘Sorry. Fuck. I just had an action replay of crashing my car. Several action replays. Shit. I haven’t driven since. Didn’t think. Fuck.’
łJesus, Dec, how long have you been sat out here? You came out ages ago. You look terrible, you’re shaking. Come back inside, I think you need to calm down.
He took the keys out of my hand. I leaned forwards, resting my head on the steering wheel, eyes closed, trying to push it all down. Jay pulled on my arm.
łCome on, mate. Back inside.
I got out of the car and followed Jay indoors to the living room, where I sat down, leaned forwards and rubbed my face with my hands. Jay sat next to me, concern creasing his brow.
łHas that ever happened before?
łBut you’ve been in a car since, haven’t you? Course you have, I mean, Lis brought you up on Tuesday.
‘Only as a passenger. I think it was trying to drive, set something off. Fuck. That was intense. I couldn’t stop it. Just kept seeing it … feeling it … over and over.’
łHas it stopped now?
‘Yeah, as soon as you opened the door it stopped.’
łHow are you feeling?
‘A bit shaky. I’ll be OK.’
łIf you don’t want to go today, that’s fine.
‘No, no, I think I’ll be OK. You don’t want me to drive do you?’
łFuck no, I’m not letting you behind the wheel of my baby, even if you weren’t a bloody head case. Jesus, Dec, what the fuck’s going on in that tiny mind of yours?
‘I wish I bloody knew.’
łLet me get you a glass of water. If we weren’t about to set off I’d make it something stronger, but it’s not a good idea.
I sat and took more ragged breaths while Jay got the water. The images were slowly fading and the panic was receding. I could hear Jay talking to Beth and Carol in the kitchen. He came back in, Beth in tow.
_Dec, what’s this James has been telling me? Some kind of panic attack?
‘I don’t know what you’d call it. I’m feeling better now, just shook me up a bit.’
łHere’s your water, mate.
_Let me have a look at you.
The front door opened again after a few minutes, and we heard Dad and Dec go into the living room. Dad was talking like something had happened, and I tried really hard to listen, and Uncle Matty was listening too, but we couldn’t hear. Dad went and got Mum, and I drove one of my cars into the hall so I could hear a bit better.
Beth felt my forehead and checked my pulse while I gulped from the glass. She looked closely at my face.
_You look pale, your heart’s beating fast and you’re a bit clammy, but I think you’ll live. Has it happened before?
‘No – well, I suppose it feels like when I wake up after one of my dreams.’
_I wonder if it’s some kind of post traumatic thing?
‘Sorry, Beth, I just don’t know. Looks like another thing I need to sort out with Don’s shrink.’
_Poor you, things just pile up don’t they.
‘I’ll be OK. Really. Do we need to get going?’
łYeah. Sure you’re OK?
I breathed in deeply and pushed the panic away.
I didn’t understand everything they said, but they were talking about Dec’s dreams, and I think they said something about shrinking the postman, but that didn’t make any sense.
I couldn’t work out what had happened, but Dec was saying he was alright now, so it didn’t sound too bad. Maybe he’d banged his head on the garage door, or fallen over and banged his knee. I’d done that, and it had made me cry, but Mum had rubbed it and kissed it better, and after a while it didn’t hurt any more.
‘I’ll go and move Beth’s car, then. Have you said goodbye to Matty?’
‘No, I’ll go now.’
I ran up the stairs with my car so that Dad and Dec didn’t see I’d been listening, and I played up there for a while, until Mum came up and said it was nearly time to go, and to help me put things in my bag to take with me.
I crossed the hall into Matt’s room. I was surprised to see him sitting in the chair, iPad on his knee, rather than in bed.
}Yeh. Feel prehty good today. Fed up of being in behd. Might goh for a run laher. Or, yuh knoh, evehn walk tuh the lihving rohm on my ohn. Yuh going soon?
‘Yeah, Jay’s just swapping the cars around. Don’t run too far, maybe just 10k first time?’
}Noted, wihs spohts pehson. Yuh OK? Bih of a commohtion jus now.
‘Just more madness going on in my fucked up head. Had a bit of a weird moment in Beth’s car. I’m OK now, just about ready to go.’
I wasn’t sure quite how OK I really was, but the last thing I wanted to do was worry people. I could push it away and forget about it, I was sure.
}Wish I was coming wih yuh.
‘Next time, yeah?’
}Yeh. Ihs a date, Auhnty Dec. Take cahr of yuhsehf. Fucking nutter.
‘You too. Bloody cripple.’
He held his hand out, I clasped it tightly. Fist bumped. Left the room as Jay came in from outside.
łHave you seen Cal? Is he ready?
‘Don’t know, sorry.’
Mum put chocolate buttons in my bag, and a jumper, and some purple squash, and a hat and gloves because it was cold, and gave me three pound coins just in case. I didn’t know just in case of what, maybe she meant just in case I saw some sweets, and Dad didn’t have his money, and then three pound coins would be really helpful.
I wanted to take lots of dinosaurs with me, so I had something to make a game with in the car, but Mum said there wasn’t room in my bag for lots of dinosaurs. I needed at least four to make the game I’d thought of, but Mum said less than four, and so I chose three, which were my furry stegosaurus, my Lego tyrannosaurus rex and my pterodactyl puppet. They were the three biggest dinosaurs I had. Mum said they were all too big, and to choose smaller ones, because she didn’t know about the game I wanted to play, which needed them all. While Mum was telling me I couldn’t take all of them, Dad called up the stairs, and Mum answered him.
‘Right here, just having a discussion about how many dinosaurs he can take with him.’
‘One. OK Cal? Come on, let’s get moving.’
Which was really not fair, because Dad knew even less about my game than Mum, but he had his ‘no arguing’ voice on, and so I chose the stegosaurus. I would have to pretend all the other dinosaurs.
Carol came out of the kitchen.
#Are you off, now?
łSoon as Cal’s ready. OK Dec?
It was all going a bit quickly, but couldn’t be helped.
#Goodbye, Declan, I hope I see you again soon.
‘Thanks Carol, me too.’
I kissed her on the cheek. Beth and Cal came downstairs, Beth carrying a bag and Cal’s coat, Cal carrying a large fluffy stegosaurus and wearing his Arsenal shirt.
łAre we all set? Let’s go, then. See you later Matty. Behave yourself. Sure you and Mum will be OK, Beth? Back about – oh I don’t bloody know. This evening, probably later on. I’ll ring you. OK, Dec? Come on then.
_Hug first. Come here, sweetheart.
Beth wrapped her arms round me and squeezed tightly.
_Oh I’m going to miss you. Ring me lots. Come back as soon as you can. Dec, promise me you’ll talk to us, call us, if you need anything, if anything happens. Call us all the time.
She let me go. She had tears in her eyes, so did I.
łOh for fuck’s sake, girls, don’t start each other off again.
łSorry. Sorry Cal. Right, off we go. Raiders here we come.
Jay, Cal and I got in the car. Beth and Carol waved us off, Beth had tears running down her face, and I had to wipe my eyes several times.
Mum and Granny waved from the door until we went round the corner and couldn’t see them any more, then Dad turned the radio on, and didn’t say anything about Dec wiping his eyes.
‘So, according to Rose you think I drive too fast.’
‘But you kinda like it.’
‘Off we go then!’
Dad did drive really fast, and we had fun singing with some of the songs on the radio – Dec and Dad did silly high shouty voices to the songs, which made me laugh, and we spotted Eddie Stobart lorries, and Dad shouted at other cars to get out of the way, and I didn’t have time to play a dinosaur game, because I fell asleep.
The time in the car passed really quickly, we sung along, badly, to the radio, helped Cal spot Eddie Stobart lorries, shouted at other drivers to get out of the way. Jay did drive fast, and Cal was asleep by the time we had got half way. As we got closer, I started to feel a return of some of the cloud I had been under for the past few months. It was distant, but it was there.
łYou’ve gone quiet.
łStop thinking and get singing. I bloody love this song.
He cranked up the stereo and I had no choice. Cal slept on, despite the raucous out of tune noise we were making. We finally pulled up outside the flats. It was about midday, still ages before the game, and I sat for a while, trying to get my thoughts together. Jay looked at me.
I woke up when the car stopped, but I didn’t open my eyes straight away. Dad and Dec were talking, and I wanted to hear what they were saying. Dad was trying to make Dec get out of the car.
‘Come on, what are you waiting for?’
‘This is it, back to reality. I’m freaking out a bit.’
Dad took a deep breath.
‘You know, you can always come back and live with us. We can make room. If all this is too hard, we can work something out.’
I nearly opened my eyes, because this was what I wanted, but Dad had said there wasn’t any room, and that Dec didn’t live with us any more, but now it seemed like there might be a chance … I almost stopped breathing waiting to hear what Dec would say.
‘Really. Beth and I talked about asking you.’
I looked at him. At that moment, thinking about all the hard work, all the people and all the sorting out I was going to have to face, it was very tempting to leave it all behind and start again.
‘But we thought it would be selfish of us to ask – I mean, think about what you’d be letting go. You’ve got a second chance with Raiders, once you recover you’re not far away from the first team. Yeah, it’ll be hard work, and yeah it’s not the easy life. Rugby isn’t. You know that. And I think part of you belongs here, in this city. Think about Rose, too. She’d understand if you moved away, but I think you need her. She gets you, knows how to help you, knows how to make you accept the help.’
I shook my head, to clear it, not to disagree. Everything he said was absolutely right. Much as it would have meant to me to live with them all again, and much as it meant to me that they’d talked about it, and Jay had asked me, it wasn’t right just now, for any of us. Jay and Beth already had enough to cope with looking after Matt, they didn’t need the extra baggage of an unemployed hanger on. Regretfully, I pushed my apprehension aside.
It sounded like Dad was trying to get Dec to stay with Rose, and not live with us. I didn’t know much about all the reasons; I didn’t understand a lot of it. I just wanted Dec to live with us again.
‘No, you’re right, it’s just nerves. It means a lot to me that you offered, though. Let’s do this.’
Dad put his hand on Dec’s shoulder.
‘Thank fuck for that, no idea where we would have put you. Cubby hole by the washing machine, maybe, or a deck chair in the shed. Come on Cal, time to wake up.’
And that was the end of that.
Jay got out of the car and opened the back door so he could undo Cal’s seat belt. I got out and opened the boot to get my bag. I picked it up in my left hand, realising again with pleasure that I could carry it in that hand with no problems whatsoever. I waited with Cal while Jay picked up the other bag containing my new laptop and some food and drink Beth had insisted I brought back with me.
I fished the keys out of my pocket and, feeling really weird about it, opened the front door. It felt even more strange to be opening the door to Rose’s flat, as if I’d been away for months.
Rose rushed into the hall from the living room. As soon as I saw her, I realised how much I’d missed her, how big a part of my life she had become.
:Oh! You’re here! Let’s have a look at you. By, your face is looking better. You’ve had a haircut! There’s lovely now. Oh, and you’ve brought Jay and Calum with you. Hello young man. Would you like some orange squash?
\can I have purple?
‘I don’t think Rose does purple squash, Cal. Orange is OK isn’t it?
:Tea for you two?
She hurried off to the kitchen. We trooped after her, putting the bags down in the hall. After putting the kettle on and giving Cal his squash, Rose came over to me and gave me an enormous hug. I squeezed back and kissed her on the cheek, realising how much I’d missed her and recognising how much Rose had come to mean to me over the past weeks.
‘Good to see you.’
:You too love, it’s been quiet here without you.
‘You only got back yesterday, didn’t you?’
:Yes, love. Still missed you. I like having someone to make a fuss of.
Rose gave Dec a very big cuddle, it looked like she was going to squeeze him in half, but she didn’t, and then she went to make my squash. She talked to Dec the whole time, about how much she’d missed him, and because I was still trying to work out what she was to Dec, I just asked.
‘Dec, is Rose your mummy?’
‘Cal! Sorry, guys.’
I wasn’t sure what Dad was saying sorry for. He put his hand on my shoulder, to stop me saying anything else. I suppose I often got told off for asking things, but Granny always said ‘if you don’t ask you don’t get’, although she sometimes told me off for asking things too, like about poo and wee when we were at Pizza Place and my voice was too loud.
Then Dec answered, and I knew I hadn’t said a wrong thing, because he wouldn’t have answered if I had.
‘She’s the nearest I’ve got to a mummy, yeah, Cal.’
I didn’t really know what that meant. Surely someone is either your mummy or they’re not? I tried to get him to explain.
Rose’s eyes filled up and she turned away to wipe them.
\does she make you tidy your room? And eat peas?
Cal’s definition of motherhood.
‘Well she hasn’t done either of those so far, but there’s plenty of time. Rose has looked after me while I’ve been sad and needed help, and I think she’s pretty great.’
Rose’s sniffles intensified.
I heard a sniff, and looked at Rose, who had her back to us. She might have been crying. There had been a lot of crying over the last few days, and I was starting to recognise the signs.
‘Bloody hell, Dec, way to go. Cal, stop asking awkward questions. Drink your squash, maybe Rose has got a biscuit or something?’
I didn’t know why Dad was cross with Dec and me, I’d only asked a question, and Dec had only answered it. But a biscuit sounded like a good idea. Rose got a tin out and opened the lid, then put some chocolate biscuits on a plate. I took one and munched on it while Dec, Rose and Dad talked some more.
Rose put some biscuits on a plate, turned round and put them on the table by Cal. Her eyes were still red, but there were no more tears.
‘Sorry, Rose, I didn’t mean to upset you.’
:Not upset, love, just emotional. Take no notice.
łDec’s done his fair share of blubbing over the last few days. Had to have serious words with him about it. Him and my brother make a right pair, anything sets them off.
:Did you have a good time, love?
‘Yeah, I had a great time. Just what I needed.’
łJust what we needed too. Like the old days. It was good to have him back, and he was a great help with Cal. Beyond the call of duty at times.
:Sounds grand, love. Did you sort things out between you?
łYeah, we had words, didn’t we Dec. All sorted now. Dec’s part of my family, end of, in a nutshell. Oh, and sort yourself out, you bloody headcase. I think he gets it.
‘I get it.’
:Oh that’s grand, just grand. Remember how heartbroken you were, love, all those weeks ago, when you thought you’d lost them. You’d never have believed you’d be standing here telling me about your Christmas with them, would you? You never know what’s round the corner.
\rose can I have another biscuit?
:Of course, love. Are you stopping for some lunch?
‘Hadn’t thought about lunch, but yeah, that would be great, then we can get over to the club?’
I looked at Jay for approval. He nodded. Rose had obviously given lunch some thought, although she tried to make it seem casual.
:I’ve got some cold bits and pieces in the fridge, wasn’t quite sure what Calum would like, so I made some cheesy dinosaur biscuits and some dip.
She started to take things out of the fridge, and the table was soon covered in plates of meat, bowls of crisps, bread, dip, cheese, olives.
łBloody hell, Rose, this is a feast. What if we’d already eaten?
‘Rose would have made us eat it anyway. Nothing goes to waste!’
\daddy can I have a grape?
łThere aren’t any grapes, mate – oh, you mean an olive. Well, you can, but they taste very different.
Cal took a bite, and the look on his face was priceless. He chewed on, knowing he wasn’t allowed to spit it out. Jay and I laughed.
:You rotters. Poor Calum, have some more juice, love, get the taste out of your mouth.
Rose asked Dec about Christmas, and rather than saying what presents he’d got, Dec and Dad said about how they’d had a talk, and how Dec was in our family now. I wondered if that would upset Rose, as she was nearly Dec’s mummy, but it made her smile.
Then Rose asked if we were going to stay for lunch, and we did, and Rose had made me some biscuits made of cheese that looked like dinosaurs, and a bowl of stuff to dip them in, and they were very delicious, and I ate them all, but I also had a green round thing that looked like a grape, but tasted very not like a grape, and I nearly spat it out, but Dad would really have been cross, so I ate it all. It made Dec and Dad laugh, but Rose felt sorry for me and made me more squash, and gave me a chocolate biscuit when Dad wasn’t looking. I liked Rose.
We finished lunch and headed off. Jay said he wanted to swing by the old house, which was being rented out. I hadn’t realised their new house was also rented.
łWe weren’t sure what our plans were – a lot depends on Matty – it seemed like the easiest way to keep our options open. I’m just going to sort a couple of things out with the tenants. You OK staying with Cal in the car?
\i want to go with you, Daddy.
łNo, Cal, stay here with Dec. I’m sure you’ll find something to do.
It was still Mum and Dad’s house, and I didn’t really understand that, or why we couldn’t come back and live in it, but Dad had to go and talk to the people who lived there now, while Dec and I waited in the car.
I had lots of questions for Dec while we waited. The house looked the same but different: the grass looked long at the front, there was a car I didn’t know on the drive, there was a Christmas tree in the window with flashing lights, and there were toys and a bike on the grass. I hadn’t thought about our house since we went to live with Granny and then in our new house, but now I thought about all the things that were in this house when I lived there, and I wondered if they were still there, if my pictures were still on the fridge and Dad’s trophies were still in the living room.
‘Whose bike is that?’
‘Don’t know, Cal, maybe another little boy lives here now.
I couldn’t imagine another little boy sleeping in my bedroom, shutting my Ben10 curtains at night and being scared of the shadow the crack in the door made at night if it was left too wide open.
‘Which little boy?’
‘Don’t know, Cal, sorry. Ask your dad when he comes back.’
‘When am I going to live here again?’
‘Don’t know, Cal, ask your dad.’
Dec wasn’t being any help. He was saying ‘I don’t know’ to everything.
‘When are you going to live with us?’
‘Don’t kn … oh mate, no Cal, you live in Stafford now. I live down here. I’m not going to be living with you.’
I knew this was the answer, but I wanted to keep checking, because it just didn’t make sense. If I kept asking, I hoped that maybe someone would say ‘oh this is silly, Dec should be living with you, shouldn’t he’. Dec didn’t say that, so I tried to nudge him there.
‘Can you come and live with us?’
This was really hard. Cal saw things in such simple terms, and my situation felt so complicated, it was like negotiating a minefield trying to decide what to tell him and what not to.
‘I wish I could live a bit closer to you, but my job is down here, I have to live here so I can do my job.’
Well that was easy to change.
‘But Daddy got a new job, you can get a new job.’
‘No, Cal, it’s not as easy as that. I have to stay here. But I’ll come and see you as often as I can, and you can all come and see me.’
The more Dec said it, the more I was realising that it was true, that Dec wasn’t going to be living with us again. Maybe Dad and Dec weren’t the right people to talk to. I would ask Mum when I got back. She’d cried when Dec left this morning, so she must want him to live with us. But if Dec wasn’t going to live with us, and he didn’t live here in our old house, I wasn’t quite sure where he did live.
‘Where is your house?’
‘Well, you know Rose, where we just had lunch? My flat is upstairs, just above her flat.’
That made sense. I could see Dec living near Rose, so she could tell him to pick his pants up and when to go to bed.
‘Can I see your house?’
‘Maybe another day. We’re going to Raiders Stadium when Daddy’s finished here, to watch the rugby.’
I’d almost forgotten the reason for our trip. I’d never seen rugby, or football, that wasn’t on TV, and I wondered if I might be able to have a bit of both.
‘Are Arsenal playing?’
‘No, Cal, you know Arsenal play football. This is Raiders, my rugby team, and Daddy’s old team.’
‘Are you playing?’
‘No, I can’t play with my hurt arm. Nico’s playing, though, so you can cheer for him.’
‘Is Daddy playing?’
‘No, Daddy doesn’t play any more You, me and Daddy are all going to watch it together. We might see Lis there too, she’s going to watch Nico.’
This was all very confusing. I decided to just wait and see what happened when we got there, and for now, there was something else I could ask.
‘Can I have some chocolate?’
‘I think your mum put some in your bag. Wait till your dad gets back, though. He won’t be long.’
‘But I’m hungry.’
‘You can’t be hungry, you just ate a whole plate of cheesy dinosaur biscuits at Rose’s. You didn’t even let me have one, and they looked well tasty.’
Dec pretended to look sad, but I had seen him and Dad eat lots of other things, so I knew he wasn’t hungry. Luckily, I also had an answer for him.
‘I’m hungry for chocolate.’
‘You’re still going to have to wait.’
Although it didn’t seem to be working as well as I’d hoped.
‘Ohh but how long is Daddy going to be?’
Maybe using whine-mode might work better.
‘I don’t know. Let’s play I-Spy shall we?’
I-Spy is a really boring game when you’re sitting in a car that isn’t moving outside a house, where all you can see is other houses. I played for two goes, and then I thought of another question.
‘Dec, for my next birthday, can you go to Dinosaurland with me?’
‘I think that’s a great idea, Cal, but it depends on lots of things.’
This was a bit less enthusiastic than I’d been hoping for.
‘Well, things like whether you can get here, what I’m doing, what you’re doing – it’s nearly a year till your next birthday.’
A year was forever. And Dec sounded like he was making grown-up excuses not to come to Dinosaurland, so our plan was never going to happen.
I saw the disappointment on his face, remembered how much I’d let him down about his last birthday, and thought of a way to make it right.
‘I’m sure we’ll be able to sort something out though. Even if it’s not on your birthday, maybe near to it. We’ll talk to your mum and dad, yeah? Make some plans.’
\can we ask Daddy now?
This sounded more promising, and if I could get Dec to agree and tell Dad, then there was no getting out of it. Dad was walking up the drive, so I needed Dec to be quick.
‘Maybe wait a bit, I’ll give them a ring later.’
I didn’t understand that. Why not say yes now? Dad got in the car, and I decided to take my chance.
‘Everything OK in here?’
‘I’m going to Dinosaurland with Dec for my birthday.’
‘Oh really, you’ve been busy plotting while I’ve been out have you?’
‘Just a suggestion from Cal. I said we’d have to think about it. There’s plenty of time.’
‘Sounds good to me. Dinosaurland’s a lot of fun, eh Cal?’
I was delighted. Dad had said yes, so it was going to happen.
‘See, Dec, Daddy said yes.’
‘Hm, I’m not sure that’s exactly what he said.’
Dec still wasn’t saying we could. It was very annoying.
‘Why the hell not? Like you say, there’s plenty of time to sort it. Maybe not actually on your birthday, Cal, it might not be possible, but close to it. OK?’
Cal looked at me triumphantly, and decided to push his luck.
\daddy can Dec live with us? He can sleep under me.
It occurred to me that Cal had been really young when I moved in with them. I didn’t even know if he could remember a time, before recently, when I hadn’t been there, and these last few months must have been tough for him to get his head around.
‘Cal, we just talked about this. I’ve got to stay here and get better and play rugby.’
łYeah, and you know how messy Dec is. You’d lose all your Lego under piles of his dirty socks if he shared your room. I know you’ve liked having him around again, haven’t you. We’ll just have to get him back up for lots of visits, won’t we.
No, that wasn’t the same. I didn’t mind about Dec’s socks, even though they were very smelly. It just had to go back the way it used to be. I still didn’t understand why it couldn’t.
‘But Mummy said you aren’t cross with Dec any more and he’s been sad and needs us to give him loves to make him better, like Uncle Matty does. Why can’t he get better with us like Uncle Matty?’
I gasped at Cal’s matter-of-factness. Jay ran a hand through his hair and looked over at me with a sigh.
Dad pushed his hands through his hair, like he did when he was thinking. For a minute, I thought he was going to say OK, like with my birthday plan, but then I realised he was thinking about a way to say no.
‘Well, Cal, we’ve all missed Dec, and it’s been great having him with us for Christmas, hasn’t it. And yeah, Uncle Matty needs Mummy and me to look after him, but Dec needs people down here to make sure he gets better, people like the doctors at Raiders, and Rose, and Nico. Mummy and me couldn’t do it the same, and it’s too far away from where Dec plays rugby. Dec knows we don’t have to be near him to love him. Tell you what, though, it’s Dec’s birthday in a few weeks, why don’t we ask him if he wants to come back for a family party?’
I had to admit defeat. If Dec needed to be here to get better, and we had to be there to help Uncle Matty get better, I suppose there was nothing we could do. Maybe Dec coming back to see us on his birthday, when we could have fun and football and pizza, would be something to look forward to.
‘Dec, can you?’
‘That sounds great, mate. Maybe you can take me for an Ice Cream Factory? And I can stay in the bottom bunk again?’
Dec sounded excited about it, so maybe it was a good idea after all. And we could do a birthday plan for Dec, like we had a birthday plan for me, only this one would work.
‘Kay. Daddy, I think Dec will like to see the zoo and have Smarties on his birthday too.’
‘We’ll make some plans with Mummy, shall we? She loves a party. Sounds like you’ve got some great ideas already. Right. That’s the partying sorted. Let’s go watch some rugby.’
In which changes are afoot, games are played and farewells are begun
Beth and Carol looked at me. I looked back.
_What did you say to him last night?
‘Lots of things. I think we do needing help in a pretty similar way. Neither of us are very good at it. I’m just a little bit further down the line than he is.’
_Is he OK this morning?
‘Seems to be.’
_What you said to Jay, about not leaving him alone when he’s down. How did you know that?
‘It’s just what happened to me. The first few times Rose tried to help me I was really unpleasant to her – yelled at her, told her to fuck off, I think I nearly punched her once.’
Beth looked horrified, and Carol looked as if she was reassessing her ceasing of hostilities.
‘I was extremely hungover, probably still drunk, thinking about it. She took me by surprise, I know that’s no excuse. But she hung in there, didn’t let me go. She stayed up with me all night one time, when I was in a really bad way. She never gave up; she was just there. I kept telling her to go away, but she stayed. I wanted to show Matt that he can’t push people away, that there’s going to be someone there to hold on to when he needs it. I just think it’s what he needs.’
_But he gets so angry if you don’t leave him alone.
‘Yeah, he does, it works well, doesn’t it? Who wants to stay there with someone who’s so pissed off? You just have to ride it out and be stronger than him. It’s not easy. He won’t let it be easy.’
#It’s very hard to do the opposite of what someone is asking you to do.
‘Yeah, I know. I guess, if you think of what he’s really asking for, rather than the words he’s saying, it might be easier.’
They both looked at me, waiting for me to explain.
#What do you mean, dear?
‘He’s saying leave me alone. He’s actually asking you to show you care enough about him to not leave him alone through all his shit. Kind of like a test. If you leave him alone, he was right and he doesn’t deserve you.’
_Oh Dec. Is that really what it’s been like for you? Did we make you feel like that?
I shrugged. Didn’t want to make this about me.
‘I didn’t really think about it until yesterday. All afternoon I kept thinking about Matt on his own feeling like shit, and it just kind of occurred to me, we’ve both come close to losing everything in different ways. It affects you, makes you, I dunno, try to protect yourself. What I’ve done in the not so distant past, and what Matt does, is pretty similar. It’s all about willpower. I just decided I was more stubborn than he is. He ran me pretty close.’
#Well maybe there’s something in what you’re saying, Declan. Sometimes you can be too close to someone, and not see what they need because you need things too. Like being his mum means I feel I need to look after him, but he actually needs to do more for himself. I think you might have been able to see things more clearly because you’re a little further removed. Maybe we’ve been too busy taking care of him to help him get better?
_Oh Carol, that’s a really lovely way of putting it. Dec, if you’re right, you might have helped us to help him more, made a real difference. Thank you, sweetheart.
Beth got up and put her arms round me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
łHey, unhand my wife. No time for that, we’re going on a family walk. Matty’s all ready, taken his meds and is now wearing about seventy layers of thick clothing. So before he faints from heat exhaustion, I suggest you get your coats and shoes and join us. Cal’s even got his coat and wellies on, so we haven’t got long before he gets bored and takes it all off again.
_Whose idea was that?
łMine. Why the hell not? We had a great time in the park yesterday, apart from all the mud, and nearly wrecking Dec. We need to do more of this stuff; sitting around snoozing in the house isn’t doing anything for the size of my arse. Come on, what are you waiting for?
We all did as we were told, finding coats, shoes and various other warm items. It didn’t take long to get ready, and we all left the house, Jay pushing Matt in his wheelchair.
\daddy how far are we going?
łDunno, Cal, could be a hundred miles.
\but I don’t want to walk a hundred miles.
łOh, OK, a bit less then. I’ll give you a piggy back if you get tired.
\can I have a piggy back now?
łNo, wait until you’re tired.
\i’m tired now.
Jay accepted defeat.
łDec, can you take over with Matty’s chair? OK with your arm?
He bent down and Cal jumped onto his back. Jay galloped up the road like a horse, to accompanying squeals from Cal. Beth and Carol followed, and I pushed Matt at a slower pace.
}Wha dih yuh say to them?
‘Not much. Told them to stop fussing over you. You’re going to have to ask for help a lot more now. Told them what it was like for me, too. Pretty much it. Oh, and next time you’re feeling miserable, don’t expect to be left alone.’
}Bolluhks, no mohr peace and quieht then.
‘Fraid not my friend.’
}Yuh are, ahrnt yuh.
‘Yeah. Never in doubt.’
}Douhted ih lahs night. Thought you wehr jus being an annohying dick.
‘Well, I was that too. Call it a character flaw.’
} … Yuh knoh my girfriehnd lehf meh an took ahl my friehds?
‘Yeah, mate, Beth said something.’
}Havant had a friend since then. Jus fahmly, which is greht, thehr greht. But guhd tuh hahv someone who gets meh. Kehp in touch, yeh?
}Hey, yuh gohn quieht.
He tilted his head backwards to look at me. It felt like a long time since someone had called me their friend, too. My leaky eyes let me down once more.
}Oh bluhdy hell, fucking hehd case blahrting again. Heh, lehs catch up wih Jay. Can yuh push fast?
I started running with the chair, bumping over the pavement, trying to avoid the potholes and the resulting jolts to Matt, as well as my arms.
}Heh Cal, race yuh.
Cal looked behind and saw us coming. Beth and Carol scrambled out of the way. Jay had been walking, but sped up when Cal told him we were coming. If the path hadn’t been going uphill, we would have overtaken them, but it was just too much for me to keep going. The strain on my arm started to tell, and my infrequently tested lungs started to protest. Jay slowed too, but he only had a six-year old on his back, whereas I was pushing a full-grown man wearing lots of clothes, in a metal wheelchair.
}Dohnt stop, yuh lohser.
‘Got to … gonna die.’
I slowed down and stopped, putting the brakes on the chair before I lay down on the path, panting.
‘Get out … and run yourself … next time you … want a fucking race.’
Cal had got down from Jay’s back and skipped back to us.
\we won, we won.
Jay followed more slowly, he looked nearly as tired as me, and bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
łOK Cal … your turn … to give me … a piggy back.
\daddy, I can’t, you’re too big.
łThen maybe Uncle Matty’s … going to have to get out … of his wheelchair … and push me home.
}Uncle Mahty’s staying righ hehr, thahks. Cahnt mohv in ahl thehs clohths anyway.
#Perhaps we just all need to go a little bit more slowly. We could get to the river and feed the ducks, it’s not far, is it?
\we need bread to feed the ducks, Granny.
#Then it’s a good thing I brought some, isn’t it? Come on, Calum, see if you can remember the way.
They walked off ahead, Cal carrying the bag of bread. Beth stood looking at Jay and me, hands on hips. I stood up, having regained my composure, but Jay was still breathing hard.
_The pair of you want your heads banging together.
}Heh, wha abouh meh? My idea.
_You too, then, Matty. All three of you need a slap.
łCome on, Beth, it was just a bit of fun. Where’s the harm?
_Boys! I’ll never understand you.
She walked off after Cal and Carol, shaking her head. We stood and looked at each other, nonplussed.
łNot sure what we did. Good laugh. Rematch on the way back?
‘What, down the hill? Great, I can just let go. Make sure you hold on tight, Matt.’
łYeah, maybe not. Perhaps I can see Beth’s point. Better get after them, those ducks aren’t going to feed themselves.
Jay and I pushed Matt’s wheelchair between us up the hill. Jay took over at the top, and I walked beside Matt.
łYou alright, Matty?
}Greht, guhd tuh be ouh. Two dahys in a roh. Woo hoo.
łWe should do it more often. Very often in fact. I’m taking Dec back tomorrow, but Monday let’s start something new. As long as the weather’s good, let’s go for a walk every day, I don’t know, feed those bloody ducks or something. Get us both out of the house. Maybe you’ll feel up to walking a bit of the way yourself – up that bloody hill for a start.
}Yeh. Greht. Plehs. Noh wahking up the bluhdy hill thogh.
łOr how about coming to watch me coaching sometime? You can hold the players’ handbags.
}Ha ha. Yeh.
łAnd maybe I could give you a list and you could do the weekly shop?
}Fuck ohf. Bluhdy haht shopping. Do ih online fuh yuh tho.
łWorth a try. Beth doesn’t approve of online shopping.
We walked on to the river and caught up with Cal, Beth and Carol, who had made the fat ducks even fatter by the time we got there.
\daddy a duck pecked my finger.
łReally mate? Probably thought it was a worm.
\no, he was getting bread from my hand. It tickled. They’re all gone now.
Cal looked wistfully up the river in the direction the ducks had gone.
łWell we can come back soon and give them some more bread. Uncle Matty’s going to come for lots more walks to feed the ducks.
Jay looked at Beth, who raised her eyebrows. He nodded back at her.
\uncle Matty, has a duck ever pecked you?
}Er, noh tha I member.
\dec, has a duck ever pecked you?
‘No, mate, never, you must be the only one of us a duck has ever pecked.’
Cal beamed with pride.
\daddy, can you give me a piggy back?
łOh come on, Cal, fair dos, I carried you most of the way here.
\i want to race Uncle Matty again.
_I don’t think we’ll have any more races, the last one just about did for Daddy and Dec.
}Why dohn yuh climb up hehr and Daddy can push us both bahk hohm?
Cal conceded that this was almost as good as a piggy back, although Jay’s face showed he wasn’t too thrilled about his increased load. Cal climbed onto Matt’s lap, where Matt put his arms round Cal protectively.
_James, please be careful, I don’t want anyone falling out of any wheelchairs. No running, promise me.
łYou’ll be lucky. Thanks a bunch, Matty.
}Jus being hehpful. Yuh nehd to geh fit if yuhr going tuh kehp up wih meh every day, new rehgime and all tha.
łHmm, I’m starting to wonder if it’s such a good idea. Come on, then, Cal, let’s get rolling. I wonder what Mummy’s got planned for lunch? I wonder if it’s … frogs and snails?
}Tha was lahs nigh.
łBloody cheek, that was my curry.
Jay headed off with Matt and Cal, still talking nonsense at the top of their voices. As I watched them go, Beth touched my arm.
_We’re going to miss you.
‘I’m going to miss this. A lot.’
_You’ll come back and see us soon?
‘When I can. I think it’s going to be tricky, I’m going to be busy once I start training again. And I’m coaching with the youth team, and once I start playing again I’ll be with Trojans, even further away. I’ll come back whenever I can, if it’s OK with you.’
_Oh Dec, come back and stay as long and as often as you like. I’d almost forgotten how much time rugby takes up – since we moved up here, I’ve seen so much more of James. You’ll keep in touch? There’s all sorts of things you can do on the computer, and now you’ve got your phone you can call us, or text.
‘Course I’ll keep in touch. Not so good with all the technology, maybe I need Matt to show me before I go.’
_Do that – he’s great with all that stuff, it’d help him to feel useful I’m sure. Are you sure you want to go tomorrow, sweetheart? You don’t have to be back in training until the sixth, do you? It seems like we’ve just got used to having you around again …
‘Ah, Beth, I’d really, really love to stay, but the longer I stay, the harder it’ll be to leave. You might never get rid of me. And I need to start working off some of your roast potatoes before I get into training. The conditioning team are going to be horrified at the state of me as it is.’
_Don’t let them bully you.
‘It’s what they’re good at. And what I need.’
_As long as you’re sure. Just want to hang onto you as long as I can now we’ve got you back.
I put my arm round her and pulled her close. What was this woman to me? Mother? Sister? Friend? A mixture of all and more. I loved her with all my heart.
‘A wise man once said to me, actually it was Matt the night before last, that families are connected wherever they are. We don’t have to be together to feel together. Or something like that. It helped me when I was feeling miserable about going home.’
_Oh Dec, that’s perfect. You and Matty have got on really well, haven’t you?
‘He’s great, I really like him. We’re kind of the same.’
_God help us. Come on, sweetheart, let’s go and see if it’s frogs and snails for lunch.
We caught up with Jay, who hadn’t managed to get very far with his unruly load. Cal was asking Jay to stop every time he saw a pine cone, so he could pick it up for Matt. Fir trees lined the road; there were a lot of pine cones.
łCome on Cal, you don’t need every single one.
\uncle Matty says every one’s different, and he needs them for his collection.
łHe no more collects pine cones than you collect pink dresses. Matty, please tell him.
}Thehr’s another ohn, Cal, it’s rehly big. Behst one yeht.
}Oh alright, I wahs jus waiting foh the lahdies to catch up.
\the ladies and Dec.
}Whaever yuh say, eh Auhnty Dec? Ohkay, enough pihn cohns, thahks Cal. Cahry on drihver.
łI swear, Matty, if you weren’t a bloody cripple …
łSorry. I swear, if you weren’t unable to defend yourself …
}Who sahys I cahnt? I’ve got my attack-Cal. Cal – pihn cohns launch!
Cal and Matt started pelting Jay over Matt’s shoulder. Cal was beside himself with glee and Matt cackled evilly. Jay stopped the wheelchair, put the brakes on and put his hands in the air.
łI surrender, give up, no more. Dec, please take over if your piss-poor arms can cope, and take this rabble home. I’m going to escort my lovely wife and charming mother in a more sedate fashion.
I took the brakes off, and started to push. Matt resumed holding on to Cal; the hilarity died down, but Matt and Cal continued to point out red cars and they excitedly spotted a squirrel in a tree. When we reached the house, Cal jumped off Matt’s knee and ran indoors, stripping off his coat as he went. Matt waited until Cal was out of earshot.
}Bolluhks, think I’ve wohn mysehf out. Cahn yuh hehp me?
‘Course, what do you need?’
}Clohths off, all thehs, into behd. Dohn thihk I cahn stahnd. Fuck.
I took Matt into his room and peeled off the top layers as he sat in the wheelchair. He had gone pale and was panting noisily.
‘OK, arm round my shoulder, can you help at all?’
}Prohbly noh. Gihv ih a try.
I stood up, lifting Matt up as well as I could. He had a little strength in his legs, but not much, and the effort made him breathe more raspingly. I sat him on the edge of the bed and swung him round to lie down. Pulled off the three pairs of trousers, leaving him in t-shirt and boxers.
‘Is that OK? Duvet over you?’
‘Need anything else?’
}Noh … th … muh … blr …
He fell asleep before my eyes, while he was still trying to speak. Jay, Beth and Carol came in through the front door, laughing. They stopped when they saw Matt was already in bed.
‘He said he was tired, asked me to get him into bed. Just fell straight to sleep.’
łBloody idiot overdid it. I thought he was getting a bit manic. He’s worse than Cal at admitting when he’s tired.
‘Will he be OK?’
łHopefully he’ll just sleep it off. Otherwise, fancy another sleepless night in the chair pissing him off?
Beth looked at me and realised I was feeling guilty.
_Don’t worry, Dec, it’s not your fault. Let’s make sure someone’s with him when he wakes up. Take it in turns. You first, James, I’ll bring some lunch in. New approach, remember?
Jay stomped off and sat in the chair by Matt’s bed, as the phone in my pocket started to ring. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. Nico. I went into the living room to answer it.
>Declan, is good to hear you. You come to watch me play tomorrow.
‘Well, not just you, the whole team, but yeah.’
>You stay afterwards?
‘Hadn’t really thought, but yeah, I should think so.’
>Good, you have a drink after the game with me and Lis. Lis come also to watch me play. You tell us how is your Christmas.
‘Yeah, sounds good.’
>You have good times?
‘Yeah it’s been really great. Lis told me you had a busy day.’
>Was busy, much noise and much love. We enjoy. Many people and many childrens. We still find sticky places everywhere.
‘Sounds like a lot of fun, apart from the clearing up.’
>Ha, I let Lis clear up. I tell her is good for her, she is better wife.
I heard Lisa’s voice in the background, and suspected Nico was going to be in trouble for that one.
>Lis say see you tomorrow. I must go – she give me a cloth. What I do with this, baby? Ow. Tomorrow, then, Declan. Be careful with yourself.
‘OK, look forward to it. Bye.’
It occurred to me that I hadn’t checked with Jay that he had been able to get tickets for the game. I walked into Matt’s room, where Jay sat flicking through a magazine.
‘Sorry, I feel a bit responsible.’
łDon’t do that, Dec. Matty wants more control, more independence, more going out, he needs to know the consequences. We’re all still learning here. I guess he’s not going to get better unless he learns how far he can push himself. Sometimes it’s going to be too far. I think he’ll be OK.
Matt continued to sleep, breathing raggedly.
‘He’s out for the count.’
łYeah, well, I think he had a pretty good morning. Maybe it was worth it. We’ll see when he wakes up.
‘Would you rather not take me back tomorrow?’
łWhat? Where did that come from?
‘Just in case …’
łNo, it’ll be fine. I sorted us out seats for the game. Don wants to talk to you about it. Ring him. I think we put his number on your phone.
‘I’ll do it now.’
I enjoyed myself on our walk so much, and so did everyone else, that I still wondered why Dec wasn’t staying, because everything seemed better since he came. Mum and Dad and Granny laughed, and Uncle Matty had been out twice and had sat at the table, and nobody was cross with anyone. I just didn’t get it. It was better with Dec there, and I wanted him to stay, but I didn’t know how to say it.
When we got back, I did some drawing with Granny. I liked Granny’s drawings, because she was good at cartoons, and could draw Sonic the Hedgehog and Pikachu.
I headed into the living room, stood looking out of the window, and called Don’s number. It went to voicemail. I left a message and hung up. The phone rang almost immediately. I was expecting it to be Don, but the screen just showed a number, not a name.
ϙHello, Declan Summers?
ϙIt’s DI Johnson.
ϙDeclan we have some news regarding our investigations into the assault on you and the subsequent incident in your flat.
ϙWe’ve checked out the two names you gave us, David Allsop and Ben Hearne, and been able to match the DNA from samples taken from your flat to Ben Hearne, but not David Allsop. Mr Allsop has an alibi for the time of your assault. Mr Hearne does not, and he was seen following you out of the bar just prior to the assault. We also found his fingerprints on some of the glass from the bottle you were hit with. We have arrested Mr Hearne and are currently questioning him.
My legs buckled, and I sat down heavily on the sofa.
ϙDeclan, are you still there?
‘Yeah … I … fuck.’
ϙAre you alright? Is someone there with you?
‘Yeah … I’m OK.’
Although I felt far from it. Thinking it might be Big was one thing, having it confirmed was another. Deep down I’d been hoping I was wrong, that my dream was just a dream, that Big couldn’t possibly have done it. But it was him. Big, who had been my mate … it brought the whole episode into sharp focus, intruding into my time here with Jay’s family, making me too aware of what I was facing when I went home.
ϙI’ll keep you up to date with things. Thank you for the information you have already given us. Please let me know if you remember anything else.
He rang off. I sat, immobile, on the sofa, staring at the ‘call ended’ screen on the phone. Beth called from the kitchen.
_Dec, is soup OK for you?
I didn’t answer. Hardly heard her. That was officially the end of it with me and Big; I couldn’t take it in.
_Dec? James, where’s – oh, there you are. Is soup – what’s the matter?
She came in and sat next to me, looked closely at my face.
_You’re white as a sheet.
‘Yeah … er … just had a call. Police. They’ve arrested Big. Er, Ben Hearne.
_Oh, sweetheart. What a shock for you.
_You did think it was him, though, didn’t you?
‘Yeah. I kept hoping I was wrong. He was my mate, he was the only one who talked to me when things were tough. He was just a fucking liar. I don’t fucking get it.’
_Oh sweetheart …
Beth put her arm round my shoulders. I put my face in my hands and cried, for lost friendship, lost trust, lost pride.
_Oh Dec, don’t. He’s not worth it.
‘I know he’s fucking not. I was such an idiot. So desperate to get my friends back, I let him fool me.’
_Don’t be so hard on yourself. It sounds like he fooled a lot of people. How were you to know? They’ve got him now. He wasn’t so smart, really.
‘Not smart enough not to piss on my stuff, I guess.’
‘DNA from my flat.’
_Well, that just shows who’s the idiot then.
łWhat’s going on?
Jay stood in the doorway as I wiped my eyes.
łDec, seriously, we’re running out of tissues.
_He’s just had a bit of a shock. They’ve arrested Ben Hearne.
łJesus, no way. Ah, Dec, sorry, mate. That is a bit of a shocker. You were right, then?
I sniffed and took a deep breath.
‘Yeah, I was, I’m OK. Like you say, it’s just a bit of a shock. Brings it all home, churns it all up again. Fuck, I am a head case, aren’t I.’
łBeen trying to tell you that since you got here. Bloody nutter.
He sat down on the other side of me and put his arm round the other shoulder. Having these two people at my side made me feel safer and less out of control than I had for a long time.
łBut you’re our bloody nutter. Wouldn’t have you any other way. You going to be OK?
‘Yeah. Fuck. Sorry. I’ll be OK now. Really.’
I took several deep breaths, tried to rearrange the information in my head in a way which made sense. My phone rang, making me jump, and I nearly dropped it. Looked at the screen. Don.
łYou’d better get that, mate.
He stood up and left the room. Beth squeezed my shoulder and did the same.
-Declan, I got your message. Jay tells me you’re coming to tomorrow’s game?
‘Yeah, he said he squared it with you?’
-Yes, that’s fine. Just a couple of things I wanted to go over with you. I’d appreciate you wearing your training kit, just so people know you’re representing us.
‘Sure, no worries.’
I wondered if he knew about Big.
-Good. Will you have a chance for the medics to look you over after the game? I’d like them to get a look at how you’re healing, see how much we can do in your initial training sessions.
‘Yeah, no problem. I was going to ask if someone could check me out while I’m there.’
-Perfect. How are you doing?
‘Things seem to be going pretty well, I’ve almost got full movement back in my right arm, bruises have gone down a lot, stitches going nicely, don’t look quite as much like Frankenstein as I did.’
-That’s good news. I’m glad to hear it, son.
‘Don, er, did you know, the police – er – they just called me, they’ve arrested Ben Hearne.’
Don was silent for a long time.
-I was aware they were investigating Ben, and David Allsop. I didn’t know they had arrested anyone.
‘They said they didn’t think it was DivDav – er, David. But they found DNA from Ben in my flat, and on the bottle I was hit with.’
-Declan, I’m very sorry to hear that, I know he was your friend. Thank you for telling me. I suspect I’ll need to talk to Adrian now about media coverage. It might put a different complexion on your attendance tomorrow. I’ll be in touch.
He hung up abruptly. Beth, who must have been waiting in the hallway, came back in to the room.
‘Think so. I think I heard the sound of shit hitting the fan. Fuck, what a fucking mess. Sorry. Sorry, Beth, it just comes out. Too much time on my own, no one to tell me to mind my language.’
Beth rolled her eyes and ruffled my hair.
_I don’t remember it being much different when there was someone around to tell you. It’s part of your charm. When Cal’s expelled, I’ll send you the bill for a private school.
‘Ha ha, deal.’
_Oh, what a way to spend your last afternoon with us, Matty out cold, upsetting phone calls, what can we do to make it better?
I had a memory, and a thought.
‘How about … a game of charades?’
_Oh that’s brilliant! I’d forgotten about Christmas charades. Let’s do it in Matty’s room, we can all join in then. I’ll do some lunch, then we’ll get charading. Well remembered.
Beth busied herself with lunch. Carol and Cal were drawing pictures at the kitchen table. Jay was with Matt. I sat and caught my breath. The latest news from DI Johnson had knocked me, but at least I wasn’t going to bump into Big at the game tomorrow. I wondered what Don was going to do about it – he might even say I shouldn’t go. I decided that if that was the case I would try to stay here for a few more days.
After lunch, we all went into Matt’s room. Jay and I brought in extra chairs. Matt was still fast asleep. The game of charades brought back so many good memories for me from past Christmases. Cal understood the point of the game much better now he was older, but he hadn’t always, and I clearly remembered him repeating out loud the title Beth had just whispered to him, and then beaming when we all laughed, thinking he’d won. How old had he been then? Three? Four? He seemed so much older now, he had grown so fast.
We had an uproarious time. Jay opened a bottle of wine, to help us feel less self-conscious, and we threw ourselves into the game. Matt slept on, oblivious. I glanced at him from time to time to see if a loud shout or laugh had disturbed him, but he didn’t seem to stir.
After we had wrung the last bit of amusement out of charades, we moved on to some of Cal’s board games. Jay moved the table away from the side of Matt’s bed, and we all sat round it. With a bit of creative scoring, Cal won everything. Just as we were finishing, Matt woke up. He looked dazed and bleary eyed.
}Kehp the noihs dohn, crihpls trying tuh slehp hehr.
_Yes, Cal, I know. Uncle Matty doesn’t like doing as he’s told, and he’s too big for the naughty step.
I saw a relieved glance pass between Jay and Beth. Matt seemed to be feeling OK so far.
}Yuh behn playing wihouh meh?
łNot technically, you were here in the room. Can’t be helped if you were too lazy to wake up.
}Leh yuh ohf. Cal, who won Huhngry Hihpos?
}Wha ehls yuh play?
\pop-Up Pirate and Operation. And the game where you guess if it’s films or books and the answer’s Bob the Builder.
}Who wohn thohs?
}Wehl dohn. Glahd yuhr on my team. Especiahly if I mihsed bluhdy charahds.
łHang on a minute, you can’t just claim a victory like that, you were asleep.
}Yeh, buh Cal’s ahlways on my tehm, dohn matter if I’m awahk or noh. I win. Rohnd one tuh meh.
_Stop it you two, it’s only a game, doesn’t matter who wins.
}Lohng as ih’s meh.
_Well, Matty, you don’t seem to have suffered any ill effects from your morning’s efforts. Are you hungry?
}Stahving. Wha time issit?
_Nearly tea time. You slept right through.
}Shih, haht doin tha.
_Matty, honestly …
}Wha? Blahm Dec foh any inadvehtent swehrs.
‘Hey! I’m getting a bit pissed off with – oh shit, sorry – fu – dammit. I’ll shut up, shall I?’
I looked sheepishly at Beth who raised an eyebrow and didn’t need to say any more. I was all for trying, but I didn’t think I’d ever be able to rein in my bad language.
#Well you seem awake enough now, Matthew. I’ll do some tea, dear, you’ve got that mince, Beth dear, shall I do a shepherd’s pie?
_Oh Carol that would be wonderful. I’ll come and put the kettle on, get us all a drink.
And so my final evening with them, for now, had begun. I tried not to let it bother me, just relax and enjoy it, but I couldn’t help thinking about leaving tomorrow, and how hard it would be. To take my mind off it, I asked Matt to show me how to use my phone and laptop to use Skype and FaceTime. He didn’t seem to be suffering any further ill effects from his walk, and was very willing to show me what he knew.
}Bluhdy hell, Dec, I thought ehvryohn yuhr age knew this stuhf?
‘Never been great with technology. I can just about text and phone, use the internet if there’s free Wi-Fi. I only ever used my laptop for surfing the net and storing music. Oh, and eBay, but that tested my abilities. Haven’t had one for so long now, I’m kind of out of practice.’
}Did yuh rehly sell all yuhr stuhf?
‘Yeah. Necessary at the time.’
}And had yuhr phohn smashed and yuhr flat trashed and yuhr bank accohnt emptied?
}Fucking hehl, Dec. Hahrsh.
‘No more harsh than what happened to you.’
}Ghess noht. Lehs staht League of Losers, incohporating bluhb cluhb and Crihpls Cohner.
‘I like it.’
}Am I ihn yuhr cohtacts?
‘No. I didn’t think you had a phone.’
}Only goh basic ohn, Cahrie took my iPhone. Buh can tex. And now hahv iPad, can mehsage an FaceTime if yuh hahv Wi-Fi.
‘I haven’t got internet at home, nor has Rose.’
}Bluhdy hell, it’s lihk the dahk ages. Yuhr phohn’s goh a contraht wih 3G. Or if yuhv got noh signhal, goh tuh Stahbucks or sohmthing. Or geh Wi-Fi. Or a dongle.
‘If I knew what the fuck one of those was, I’m sure I would. I should do something, though, otherwise this laptop’s not going to be much good.’
}Geh yuhsehf sohted. Nehd tuh kehp in touch.
‘Yeah. I really do, don’t I.’
I had a real sense of having made a friend. Previously, friendships had come easily, had been part of school, or Raiders, just people who were there who I had a laugh with, who were the same age as me. Matt and I had made a connection somehow, and it was another good thing I could take away from this Christmas.
I had a phone call later from Don, confirming that Jay and I could use the tickets for the part of the stand reserved for family of team members. He wanted to remind me that I wasn’t to talk to reporters, or anyone who I thought might be a reporter, and to refer them to him, or remind them about the press conference at the end of the game. He didn’t want me to attend it, and said it was fine to go to the bar afterwards and circulate. I assumed he had a plan, as he had the last time he suggested it.
I called Rose and told her I was coming back the next day. She sounded really pleased, full of plans for meals and what she needed to do to get the place ready. I told her we were going to watch the game, and although we’d call in and see her to drop off my bags beforehand, I might not be back till later on.
Business concluded, I could relax, and concentrate on enjoying the evening. I read Cal a story before he went to bed, or rather read him a long complicated chapter of a book about the history of flight.
łCal, do you spend all your time finding the longest chapters in all your books so you can avoid going to bed?
\no Daddy. This is my bedtime story. I like Concorde.
łWhatever you say, mate.
For my last bedtime story before Dec went home, I found the longest chapter in any of my books, which was about Concorde in my History of Flight book. It lasted a long time, but in the end we had to finish reading, and Dad put me to bed.
‘Daddy, why does Dec have to go home tomorrow?’
‘Well, I suppose he doesn’t have to, it’s just convenient.’
I liked knowing new words and what they meant. Caveenion sounded like an exciting sort of cave where onions grew.
‘It means it’s easy and it makes sense. There’s a rugby match on in the city, and me and Dec are going to watch it, and I’m going to talk to some of the people at Raiders, so it makes sense to take Dec home at the same time. Do you want to come, so you can say goodbye, and watch the rugby?’
‘But I like football.’
‘I know, mate. How about giving it a try?’
‘Can I wear my Arsenal shirt?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘But why does Dec have to go away?’
‘Mate, he doesn’t live here.’
‘Cal, this was never Dec’s home, not like before. There’s no room for him, now Granny stays over so much. It doesn’t mean we don’t like him the same as we ever did. Come on mate, go to sleep.’
Dad left the door open a crack because of the monsters, and went back downstairs. I knew Dec wasn’t going to be sleeping underneath me; he had an airbed in Dad’s office, because of his screams. He hadn’t slept in my room last night when he was being with Uncle Matty, and I hadn’t liked it, and now it was his last night, and I wanted him near while I was asleep. I tried to get to sleep, but I couldn’t, and I could hear the TV and talking downstairs.
After a while, I decided to risk going downstairs. I sometimes got in trouble for going downstairs after I’d gone to bed, but it depended on what the reason was. Dad didn’t get as cross as Mum, so I hoped that Mum would be asleep or in the kitchen.
After Cal had gone to bed, I helped Beth unload and load the dishwasher, and packed my belongings, which had got scattered around the house. I found the duplicate Christmas stocking stuffed in my bag, and left it in the cupboard in the utility room, then I went back to the living room and joined Jay and Carol in front of the TV, while Beth was fiddling with laundry in the kitchen.
I walked quietly down the stairs and listened at the bottom, to see if I could find out who was in the living room. I could only hear the TV, but the light was on in the kitchen, and I could hear somebody doing something in there – it must be Mum, because Dad hardly ever did things on his own in the kitchen.
I went and stood at the living room door.
‘Cal, why are you out of bed?’
‘I can’t sleep.’
‘Come here, mate.’
I went to Dad, and he scooped me on to his lap and kissed me on the top of my head. It was going well so far.
‘Why can’t you sleep?’
‘I want Dec to sleep under me.’
Dad looked at Dec, who was on the other sofa.
‘But Dec has bad dreams and scares you.’
‘I won’t be scared. It’s only his dreams. I like when Dec does bad swears at night.’
Dad liked doing bad swears too, and I thought this might help to explain it. He looked at Dec again. Dec grinned at me and shrugged at Dad.
‘Thanks, Cal. Yeah, I think I might’ve a couple of times – sat up and banged my head. Just came out. Sorry.’
‘Hmm. Well, Cal, I think we’ve got quite a long journey tomorrow, and we all need to get a good night’s sleep. So maybe Dec would be better off on the air bed in my office.’
That didn’t sound good, it sounded like the sensible thing to do. I needed something more than sensible, something that Dec could help with.
‘But Daddy, Optimus Prime is scared without Dec.’
‘Is he now? I thought he was king of the Transformers or something.’
‘Yes, but he likes having Dec sleeping under him too.’
‘Dec wasn’t there last night, he sat up with Uncle Matty’
Oh yeah. It felt like I was losing this one, but I had one last go.
‘Yes but Optimus Prime woke up and it was all quiet, and Dec wasn’t going ‘mm’ and ‘no’, and he didn’t like it.’
This was true, if you pretended that I was Optimus Prime. I hadn’t liked waking up in the dark and not hearing Dec breathing below me.
Dad looked at Dec again.
‘What have you done to him? He can’t sleep without your mad noises. OK, Cal, let’s ask Dec. Dec, how would you feel about sleeping in the bottom bunk for one last night?’
Dec looked really pleased.
‘I’d love it.’
‘Will you promise faithfully not to do any big swears?’
‘I promise to try, but I can’t really control what goes on while I’m asleep.’
It was a great thing to promise, because it meant I still might hear some loud swears, but if I did, Dec wouldn’t be in trouble about it. Dad sighed.
‘I suppose that’s good enough. OK Cal, you wheedled your way into that one. Go to bed now, Dec will be up later.’
I smiled at Dad and then Dec, and the ran back upstairs and got into bed.
łSure that’s OK?
‘If you’re sure, I did scare the living shit out of him last time.’
łHe seems to have taken it in his stride. Do you know what, I’m going to see if Matty wants to join us in here. There’s really no reason he has to stay in that room all on his own if he’s starting to feel more sociable. I’ll go and find out.
Jay left, returning a short while later with Matt in his wheelchair, wrapped up in a thick jumper and with a blanket over his knees.
łDon’t know why I didn’t bloody think of this before. Here you go, let’s just get you out onto this end of the sofa. Are you warm enough?
}Tohstie. Duh I hahv to hahv the blahnket? Its tartan foh fuck’s sahk.
łYeah, you have to have the old man blanket. We need something to take the piss out of. Anyone want a drink? Mum, glass of wine?
#That would be lovely, dear.
‘Behr. Oh, and fuck ohf ‘
}Oh, OK. Er … stihl behr.
łFuck it, you know what, I don’t think one beer is going to hurt. I’m not even going to ask Beth.
}Bluhdy hell, who ahr yuh and wha hahv yuh dohn wih my noh-fun bruhther?
łHa ha. Less of your lip, tartan boy, I still control the bottle opener.
Jay went to organise the drinks. He came back with three bottles of beer and a glass of wine.
łCheers, everyone. Here comes Beth, with her glass of delicious water. Matty, I’d advise you to get drinking before she realises what you’ve got there. Need help?
}Noh, not having hehp wih fucking behr.
łFair enough. Dec, small sips, don’t want you passing out on me, you lightweight. Mum, don’t slurp.
#Jameson, are you really sure Matthew should –
łYes, Mum, I’m sure. Got to try sometime. It’s only beer.
}Oh my Gohd, ih’s fucking awsohm. Mohr plehs.
łNo way. Make that one last, no more for you.
}Yuh jus said sohnly behr.
łHm, so I did. Well we’ll see how that one goes then, but treat it as if it is the only one you’re having. Dec was pissed on two the other night.
}Ihm betteh at hohding my drihnk.
łYou’re both completely out of practice. I’d drink you under the table in five minutes.
_If you were having a competition, which of course you won’t be, will you?
}Noh point, Muhm wouhd win hahns down.
The rest of the evening passed quickly as we relaxed in each other’s company. Matt managed to wheedle another beer out of Jay, much to Beth’s disgust.
}Cohm on Beth, ih hahdly touched the sihds. Nehd another threh or fohr to mahk a dent.
_You’re certainly not getting another three or four.
_Just remember, Matty, you’re on your own with me and your mum tomorrow. You’re at our mercy. We could easily make you eat sprout sandwiches and drink carrot juice if you don’t behave yourself tonight.
}Dec, stahy, dohnt lehv meh wih them.
‘You’re on your own, mate, no way I’m eating sprout sandwiches.’
The conversation and banter was batted to and fro, and we all stayed up later than we had planned to. Matt suddenly drooped, eyes closing. His head kept dropping forwards as he struggled to stay awake.
łOK Matty, time for bed.
}Oh, buh I was jus stahting tuh enjoy mysehf.
łYou sound just like Cal – oh but! You’re falling asleep. You won’t miss anything, I think we’ll all be in bed soon. Me and Dec have got a long drive tomorrow, and Beth and Mum have got their work cut out trying to keep you away from the cooking sherry. Come on, hop in your chair, I can’t lift you if you’re asleep, you’re too bloody heavy.
Matt got in his wheelchair grumpily, and Jay took him back to his room. I sat where I was, not wanting to make a move. If I went to bed, that was it, evening over, end of my stay. Beth and Carol cleared up glasses around me and took them to the kitchen. Jay came back into the room.
łSays he wants you to tuck him in. Better be quick, he’s going to be asleep in a minute.
I hurried into Matt’s room. He looked asleep already.
His eyes flickered open.
}Auhnty Dec. Jus wahted to say thahks.
}Whaever yuh said tuh Jay an Beth, it feels dihferent now. Migh even let meh get pihsed if Ihm lucky.
‘I wouldn’t count on it.’
}Sohmthing tuh aim fuh. Anyway, thahks.
‘No worries. Well at least that’s the beer sorted …’
‘Just the sex to go now, and you’re back to normal.’
}Ha ha, look fohward tuh reaching tha mihlstone in the nehr fuhture.
He held his hand out and I clasped it. His grip loosened, and he was asleep.
I wandered back into the living room. Jay was finishing off his beer, watching the end of a sit com.
łWell, that’s me done for tonight. Beth and Mum have already gone up. You going to be long?
‘I think I’ll stay down here for a bit.’
łNo moping, now.
‘I’m not moping, just thinking. Had a huge few days. Sorting through it. Trying to get my head round it.’
łJesus, with the state of your head, should we be afraid?
‘Ha ha. See you tomorrow.’
Jay went to bed, and I was alone with my reflections. In a way, the last few days seemed to have lasted forever. I felt like I had slotted back in to the way things used to be; Jay, Beth and Cal were exactly the same, it all felt exactly the same, even though the location was different. It had felt so natural, it was hard to remember what it had been like when I thought I’d lost them for good, when Jay told me ‘we’re done’ and Beth told me not to call them again. If ever I’d had blessings to count, these people, my family, were at the top of the list. It was going to be hard to leave them tomorrow.
My thoughts meandered on to tomorrow’s game and the challenges that it might bring. I would see people I hadn’t seen since I was beaten up – the bruises and scars still showed on my face. There were plenty of people who still held a grudge against me because of the points I’d cost Raiders; people I had withdrawn from and alienated; people who simply didn’t like what I’d done and how I’d behaved. I’d have to face them all, not just tomorrow, but for the foreseeable future. It was the legacy of my recent actions. But now I had Jay, Beth and Cal back, it seemed easier to face, gave me strength.
Eventually, despite my contemplations, I started to fall asleep. The house was quiet. I took a deep breath and headed up the stairs, undressed in the bathroom and slid into the bottom bunk. I lay awake for some time, the sleepiness that had overcome me downstairs having disappeared. I listened to Cal breathing, and the odd noises that the house made as its occupants slept.
I thought about being back in my flat, on my own. Not something I was looking forward to, but something I was going to have to do sooner rather than later, or I might never do it. Having family around me, people I trusted and loved, made me realise what I had been missing for months, and how much I needed it.
I thought about watching the game tomorrow. That was something I was looking forward to, despite having anxieties about who I might run into. I hadn’t seen a live Raiders game for months, and I was going to be with Jay and Cal. I wasn’t sure if Cal had ever seen a live game before, and I was going to enjoy being there with him for the experience.
Little by little drowsiness overtook me and I slept.
Dreaming. I am flying above the pitch, watching the game. Raiders are playing well, but can’t score. I can see what needs to be done. Don calls me over and sends me on as a replacement. They pass me the ball, I fly over the line and touch the ball down. As I land on the ground, a pair of brown boots appears by my head. I see one of the boots heading straight for my face …
In which the ‘shouldn’t be alone’ concept is explained, proposed and trialled.
And then, there they were again, those sounds, tormented. I couldn’t help turning to look at Dec, sitting in the chair, whole body moving from side to side, mouth contorted.
‘Ungh … mm … no, no … wai … no … mm … mm … no … can’t … ungh … no … NO!
Dec’s eyes snapped wide open, but he wasn’t seeing anything for a few seconds, at least not anything that was really there. His breathing was rapid, and there was a sheen of sweat on his face.
He deserved better than this, but …
‘Shuh the fuck uhp.’
I woke up in the familiar sweat, heart pounding, breathing hard. I remembered not to sit up, so I wouldn’t bang my head. Realised I was already sitting up. I wasn’t in Cal’s room, I was in the chair in Matt’s room.
I looked up. Matt was looking back at me.
‘Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up. Hope I wasn’t screaming.’
}Noh, moahns and nohs …
I was going to have to be nice to the little bastard, wasn’t I. I sighed.
‘ … yuh OK?’
‘Yeah, I’ll calm down in a minute. You OK?’
I had to think about this. I hadn’t been, I had been in a pit of despair, on my own, having a good wallow, drowning in the inky blackness. But now, maybe …
‘Duhno. Yuhr a fucking bahstrd.’
‘Goh tuh behd.’
Maybe now he’d been asleep and had his nightmare, he’d see sense.
‘Because I’m staying here.’
Yeah, I get that, you keep saying.
‘Well, I did say before, you shouldn’t be on your own when you’re feeling this shit. You might think it’s what you want, but what you really want is to push away anyone who might show they care about you.’
Well that was a bloody annoying assessment, being as it was very nearly spot on. Who did he think he was?
‘Wha the fuck do yuh knoh? Yuhr not meh.’
‘I know, mate, I’m not saying I am. But I think we’re pretty similar when it comes to needing help.’
Ah, needing help. That old chestnut. Yeah, not very good at that. How did this kid know all about this shit? Oh, and here were the bloody tears again, welling in my eyes, I was going to have to do some fast talking to stop them overflowing. I tipped my head back to try and make them drain away. But Dec had come close to the truth and deserved an answer.
‘Haht hahving tuh ahsk. Fucking haht ih. Fucking haht all this.’
‘I know that. Everyone knows that. It’s why they all fuss around all the time, asking if you want this or that, are you OK, too hot, too cold, all so you don’t have to fucking ask for yourself.’
What the ..? It bloody well made sense.
‘Hahnt thoht of ih lihk tha.’
‘I know it’s bloody infuriating when they fuss, you feel powerless, or something. It’s easier on your own, you think, only me to worry about, you’re in control, not them. So you scare people off when you’re feeling shit, so they leave you alone and you don’t have to worry about them. Believe me, I’ve done it – I came this close to making sure Jay and Beth never wanted to see me again. And you’re on your way to it working with them too. I saw how quickly Beth shooed us all out when you turned on the silent treatment. And they both told me to leave you alone when you’re ‘like this’. Before long you’ll be ‘like this’ more and more of the time, and they’ll leave you alone more and more. They won’t want Cal to play in here, either. Happy days, you’ll have got your wish and you’ll be completely on your own. Maybe you should think carefully about whether it really is what you want.’
I sounded more confident about my theory than I felt; everything I had just said had only occurred to me that afternoon, as I considered Matt’s self-imposed solitary confinement. It made sense to me, but from Matt there was more lengthy silence. Then an intake of breath.
Fucking hell. He was bloody right. Not that I was going to just come out and say that.
I took a deep, ragged breath and ran a hand over my face. I didn’t know how he’d done it, but he had me talking now.
‘Gohd, it’s soh fucking hard.’
‘Well, you can have a good wallow in self-pity. But it gets harder to drag yourself up from your wallowing, and sometimes it just feels easier to stay down there. So that’s why I’m staying here with you. I was in a bad place not so long ago, and if I hadn’t had someone to hold on to while I was there, I might never have got out. I’m here so you’ve got something to hold on to, if you want it.’
How did he know this shit? It was like he was inside my head. I thought about him staying with me all evening, sitting in the armchair, being here, giving me something to hold on to. And it had worked. I hadn’t been able to get as far into the black hole as I wanted to, because he’d been there, dangling that bloody rope, making me hold on to it. I turned my head to look at him.
‘Who did yuh hahv?’
Ah, that would be one of the many girls, then.
He sounded so horrified, it was almost amusing.
‘She’s this woman, lives downstairs. Decided she was going to look after me, I had no choice one way or the other. I’d be in the shit well and truly now if it wasn’t for her. I should send her up here, she’d soon sort you out.’
Dec’s lady friends notwithstanding, there was other stuff on my mind.
‘Yohr going bahk on Suhndy.’
I looked at Matt. His face was a picture of hopelessness and desolation, and I had a feeling this was at the heart of everything for him at the moment. Thought about why that might be. It wasn’t me he was sad about, it was what I was going back to.
As I said it, I realised that it was this that had set me off. Not only was I jealous of his return to his life, to his resumption of normality, but I was going to bloody well miss him. How had that happened? He was Jay’s family, not mine. He was only nineteen, I was thirty. We shouldn’t have anything in common, should we? He was just this moody teenager, wasn’t he? No bond of friendship should have developed, should it? But it had, maybe because I’d lost all my friends and was a bit needy when someone talked to me like I was a normal person, but it was there, this thing, and I felt hopeless and desolate at the thought of being without it.
‘Yeah, all good things come to an end.’
He was being flippant about it, but I hadn’t done wallowing, not quite yet.
‘Ihm going nohwehr.’
‘You’re getting there, just slowly. Take it easy mate, what’s the rush?’
I wanted him to know, how he’d affected me.
‘Ihv sehn yuh, yuhv got behter since yuhv behn hehr. Yuhr face looks behter, yuhr hahpy. Jus in a few days. I wan tha. Jus wan my lihf bahk.’
I wanted to say it again, ‘it’s not fair’, but I was in danger of forgetting which of us was the teenager here, so I didn’t.
‘You’ll get it. It doesn’t seem like something you’re going to be able to rush, but it’ll come.’
He seemed to have all the answers, everything made sense.
‘Wha if ih duhnt? Cahnt spehd the rest of my days hahving my ahrs wiped by my brohther.’
‘Matt, I know, believe me, that pride is important. I can’t imagine what it’s like for you. But speaking as someone who might just be peeking out of the end of a tunnel of dark shit, pride is pretty useless if you’re stuck on your own in that dark shit without a helping hand to pull you out. Let them help. It’s much less exhausting than fighting it all the time.’
That was rich, coming from him. In the short time I’d known him, I’d found out that half of his problems had come from not asking for help. We were more alike than either of us would admit.
‘Tha’s wha yuh duh, issit?’
‘Fuck no, I spend all my energy trying to do things on my own, then when someone finally insists on helping, I spend more energy fighting them off, but then I am a head case.’
At least he was self-aware.
‘And bluhdy hypocriht.’
‘Pretty much. Just giving you the benefit of my vast experience of fending off people who care too fucking much for their own good.’
He’d opened up the floodgates, and talking felt good, now, so I carried on.
‘Cahnt face being lihk this fuhever, nehding soh much hehp.’
‘Who says it’s forever? You’re getting better, aren’t you?’
‘Fehls soh slow. Bahstrd MS might cohm back any tihm, then Ihm rehly screwed.’
‘Mate, you’ve got to stay positive. Think about what you’ve achieved – like going out today.’
I snorted. People went out every day without getting a ‘You Have Been Amazing!‘ medal, sponsored by Patronised-Cripples-R-Us.
‘Yeh, big fucking dehl, Ih wahs allohed ouh wih twenty layers of clohths. Hahd to fucking beg to get ih. Cuhdn’t even puhl my fucking trohsers up mysehf. And I stohd up tuh kick a bahl. Woofuckinghoo.’
‘When was the last time you went out?’
‘Cahnt member. Noh since hospital.’
‘So, isn’t that a big achievement? I mean, it might not get you signed for Man United –
No, no, wasn’t having that.
‘My tehm. Spuhrs. Wouhnt play foh fucking Man U if yuh paihd meh.’
‘OK, my apologies, well, assuming that the Tottenham scouts were down the park this morning, they just possibly might not have been impressed enough with your penalty effort to sign you up immediately, but it’s huge for you where you are at the moment. I think you might be looking too big, too soon.’
That was part of it, but not all.
‘Dohn nehd big, jus nehd nohmal. Sohmtimes fehl threh years old, noh allohed ouh, noh allohed tuh drink, noh allohed tuh fucking move, fucking bahby monitor foh fuck’s sahk.’
He’d been the only one who asked if I wanted help, if I wanted this or that, as if I had a choice in the matter. I wondered if he knew what a difference it made.
‘They worry about you. They feel as out of control as you do. I don’t think they realise how you feel. You should tell them.’
No, no, not going there. There will be no telling Jay or Beth how I’m feeling about shit.
‘Cahnt. They gahv up evrything foh meh. Jus wish ih was diffreht.’
‘It won’t change unless you do something about it.’
So I went on the attack again, because doing something about it was hard, and making Dec feel guilty and distracting him was easy.
‘Why duh yuh care? Yuhr going back tuh yuhr nohmal lihf, behr an sehx, all tha, big rugby carehr, fucking golden boy.’
‘It’s not quite as simple as that, and I’m a long way from being anyone’s fucking golden boy, but yeah, with a lot of work, I hope I’ll get some of it back. Why do I care? Well, didn’t Jay say I was part of his family? Doesn’t that include you? Didn’t you call me aunty or something? And quite a big part of me would swap everything back there to stay here with them.’
That hadn’t worked quite as well as I’d hoped. There was still a way to put him off, though.
‘Yuh dohn need to care bouh me, yuh hahdly knoh meh.’
I recognised this tactic, the one where he tried to push me away, stop me caring about him, so he could go back to feeling sorry for himself, wrapping himself up in a cocoon of self-pity.
‘Don’t try that shit on me, mate, I know all the tricks. You wouldn’t believe the amount of people I’ve had to fob off, push away, let down, and generally piss right off to get my lonely quiet life – I’m a bit of an expert. You don’t get rid of me that easily. In fact you don’t really get rid of me at all. And you’ve only got yourself to blame.’
Now I was confused. He was leaving soon. Then I’d get rid of him, like it or not.
‘Wha yuh mean?’
‘Well, last night, when, by the way, you struggled into the living room and nearly froze your balls off just because I was having a hard time, anyway, you said to me that I’m connected to this family even if I’m not here. It made a bit of an impact, both what you said and you coming all that way to say it. And I’m throwing it back at you. Even when I’m not here, you’re not going to be able to get rid of me. That connection is going to be there. If you’re having a bad day, I’ll be here; if you do something amazing, like wipe your own arse, I’ll be here. I might not hear about it till afterwards, but it doesn’t stop the connection. As if there’s a webcam in your head or something.’
Holy shit. My ‘family always connected’ speech coming back to bite me. Or make perfect sense, one or the other.
‘Fuck, thas a scahry thoht. Speciahly if Ihm wihping my ahrs.’
‘Yeah, maybe an image too far.’
OK, and now I got it. It had taken nearly all night, but he’d done it. I bowed to his superior obstinacy in the face of a serious challenger.
‘I geh the point. Fucking bahstrd. Shih, yuh can tahk fuh bluhdy England. Got a fucking ahnswer foh ehvrything. Ihm fucking exhosted. Goh tuh behd.’
Not this again. Didn’t he get it? He’d won, he’d pulled me out of the pit, I was going to be OK.
‘Shih, Dec, yuh cahnt stay hehr all night.’
‘Yuh rehly ahr an infuhriatingly stuhborn fucking bahstrd.’
Well alright then, to the victor the prize.
‘ … Thahks tho. Mehns a loh, ahtually.’
And it did. It meant a lot that not only had he stayed with me in the face of some pretty hard core rudeness, he’d seen how things were with me, known how to fix them, and done it. He hadn’t had to, he could have just gone to bed and had his nightmares in Jay’s office and not given me a thought, but he’d cared enough that, when he thought he could make a difference, he’d tried. And that really did mean a lot.
‘Remihn meh how ohl yuh ahr?’
‘Nineteen. Nearly twenty. Why?’
‘Fuck meh. Bluhdy bossy fuh tehnager. Yuh knoh Ihv got more than ten yehrs on yuh? Shouhnt beh taking this shih. Bluhdy upstaht.’
The little sod didn’t even talk like a bloody teenager. It was if something had sucked all the ‘like’, ‘totally’ and ‘random’ out of him, and it made him seem more like an equal. Not that he wasn’t my equal, more than my equal with me being a fucking cripple and us both being human in any case. Being a bit older gave me no rights to claim superiority of any kind. Maybe I mean he seemed … more adult? Older? Oh I don’t fucking know, he was just easy to bloody well talk to, alright?
Dec didn’t answer, and in the silence I nearly fell asleep. I wanted to keep things going for a bit, and thought I was up for more conversation now.
‘Heh, fahncy cuhp o teh?’
‘Yeah, you making?’
‘Noh. Crihpl, ‘member?’
‘Any bloody excuse. My turn again, then, is it?’
‘Thahks Auhnty Dec. Jus ahsking foh hehp lihk a guhd boy. Mehbe yuh couhd empty my pihs bohtle too, knoh hoh much yuh lohv hehping.’
I came back with the tea, and Matt wordlessly handed me the plastic bottle filled with golden liquid. His was smiling challengingly, but I took the bottle without comment and went into the bathroom to deal with it like before. It was a very small thing to do for someone, but I recognised that for Matt is was a big ask, and thought of a way of joking with him about it to make it feel better, while I was washing it out. When I got back into the room, though, Matt was fast asleep his cup of tea going cold, the third undrunk cup he’d been given that night. I sat in the chair sipping mine and thought over everything we’d said, about what made life normal for me, and what might make it normal for Matt. Beer and sex, all that. It had been a long time for me too, and last night’s beers with Jay had shown me I wasn’t quite up to speed yet. It would have been a long time for Matt as well – little things that added up to feeling normal. I eventually fell into a dreamless sleep.
And that really is it. Oh, well, there was more bonding, and he talked to Jay, Beth and Mum and told them not to let me get away with the ‘I vont to be alone’ shit, that I was fed up being treated like a child, and that they needed to wait until I asked for help before barging in and giving it, and things were different. But that’s how it all began.
When I woke up next morning, the sun was trying to shine through the curtains, and my back was protesting a night spent sitting in a chair. Matt was still asleep. I could hear voices from the direction of the kitchen. I got up, picked up the plates and cups from last night, and headed towards the voices. Jay and Cal were there, Jay was making tea and Cal was eating cereal.
‘Stick another teabag in?’
łHey Dec, how did it go last night?
‘OK I think. He’s still asleep, but he seemed better last night. We had a talk.’
łReally? I’d love to know how you pulled that one off.
‘I was just there. It’s what he needs – someone more determined than him to be there, to keep him going.’
łHow come you know this and we don’t?
‘Well, I’ve been there, where he is, lost it all, no hope. You push people away, don’t think you deserve it. Becomes true if you let it go too far.’
Jay stared at me.
łBloody hell, Dec. I never thought. Jesus. He’s always so adamant, leave me alone and all that.
‘You have to ignore him. He won’t like it, but you have to want it more. Battle of wills.’
łIt really worked?
‘In the end. Told him a few home truths, his and mine. He didn’t like it, he was pretty pissed off, but I wore him down eventually. I can be pretty persistent.’
I stretched, trying to get the kinks out of my spine.
łYou didn’t sit in that chair all night, did you?
‘Yeah, my back’s killing me.’
łJesus, Dec, you really are a headcase. Go and get some proper sleep.
‘No, I’ll be OK. Just need to move around a bit.’
Jay handed me a cup of tea.
‘Thanks. Could you do one for Matt, too? In a proper mug?
He looked at me, eyebrows raised.
‘You need to stop babying him, it makes him feel even more crap.’
łJesus, Dec. You’re full of advice this morning. When did you stop being a teenager and start being an agony aunt?
‘Just think about it.’
łOK. Here’s his tea. Proper mug as requested. You’ll presumably be washing the duvet and fixing the bloody expensive electric bed if he spills it.
I walked back into Matt’s room with both cups of tea. He was still asleep, or seemed to be.
The next day, Uncle Matty’s door was open, and Uncle Matty wasn’t quiet and sad any more, so I went in and played. It was Dec’s last day before he went back, and I still couldn’t understand why he wasn’t going to stay with us. He could sleep underneath me, I wouldn’t mind if he screamed every night. I just didn’t want him to go.
\dec can you help me build a road?
‘Course, mate. What are we going to use?’
\these black Legos are the sides, and these green ones are trees.
I knelt down on the floor, and started to sort out the blocks.
}Heh, it’s Auhnty Dec.
I looked up to see Matt looking back.
‘I fear I may have started a nickname I would rather not have.’
}Thas poiht of nicknahms. Cup oh teh? Er, plehs?
‘That’s yours on the table.’
He looked over at it.
}Wha noh spouht?
I stood up and handed it to him.
‘Give it a try. But if you spill it, I’m in the shit with Jay.’
}Might hahv tuh spihl a lihtl bit, jus tuh see tha.
He held the mug in both hands and took a couple of gulps.
}Mm, tahsts behter in prohpr cup.
He drank the rest and put the mug on the table.
‘Thanks for not spilling, much appreciated.’
}Thahks fuh las nigh. Mehnt a loh.
‘Any time, mate.’
\dec, are you going to help me?
‘Course, Cal, what was I doing? Oh yeah, black bits.’
I knelt back down to the Lego and engrossed myself in Cal’s game. Beth and Carol came in to say good morning to Matt, but Jay remained absent. Beyond the room, after a while, I could hear them talking, the sound of plates and cups being loaded into the dishwasher, music from the radio.
Cal’s road soon stretched from one end of the room to the other, and branched off towards the door. He filled it with vehicles of all descriptions, including a spaceship and a giant tortoise on wheels. This was apparently a police car. Cal’s other toys populated the streets and committed crimes that allowed the tortoise police car to race around arresting them. Optimus Prime was the chief of police who decided whether they merited jail, freedom or Transformer justice in the form of a laser blast. Most of my characters were laser blasted.
I looked up.
}Jay hahnt behn in this mohning. Nehd a … er .. the loo.
I felt a pang of guilt, and wondered if Jay had taken what I had said this morning the wrong way.
‘Do you want me to get him?’
I knew Uncle Matty wanted to do a poo because he could wee in a bottle that he had in bed with him. I wasn’t allowed to ask about it, because Uncle Matty didn’t like talking about it, but sometimes I saw the lump under the duvet where the bottle was, and knew Uncle Matty was doing a wee.
I wandered out to the kitchen, where I could hear Jay’s voice. As I opened the kitchen door, he stopped talking. Beth and Carol were sat at the table as well, and they looked liked they had been having an intense discussion.
‘Matt’s wondering if you could help him with the loo?’
łI was just on my way. We’ve been talking about it, actually.
łWell, no, not specifically the loo, more what you said about not babying him. You think we should let him do more for himself?
I was uncomfortable in the role of ‘expert on Matt’, and frowned as I tried to put into words what I thought Matt needed from them.
‘Well, that was what I meant, but it’s not really my place to say. You guys are the ones who look after him, I’m sure it’s not easy, I wasn’t criticising. It was just something he said, how he feels like a child. I was thinking how it feels to need help to eat and drink, and have people decide everything for you, like when I was in hospital, and afterwards. You feel helpless, stupid almost. I can see from your side how you want to make sure he’s OK, so you do things for him. Maybe just remember he can ask if he needs help?
łBut isn’t that the opposite of what you’ve just said about ignoring him when he tells us to leave him alone?
I thought about it, the contradictions of those in need.
‘I’m not an expert, I only know how it feels for me. Something huge like feeling hopeless, I guess you step in, but feeling normal, it’s about little things, like which cup you use. He can say if he’s feeling wobbly and needs a cup with a spout. If he doesn’t say and he spills it, it’s his responsibility. When his tea is always in his plastic cup, it says you expect him to not be able to do it. Put it in a normal cup, and the message is he’s normal. At least when it comes to drinking tea. He did ask if you would help him now, though.’
łOK then, let’s see how this works. Matty has to ask for help, should be interesting. Brave new world.
He left the kitchen and headed for Matt’s room.
After Dad had been in and helped Uncle Matty in the bathroom, he looked out of the window.
‘Know what, Matty, the sun’s shining, we should get you out again. Fancy it?’
‘Right, let’s get your layers on then. Cal, go and get your coat and your wellies.’
When I came back with my things, Dad had started putting all Uncle Matty’s clothes on again, and he helped me with my wellies while Uncle Matty put his jumpers on.
Jay came in that very morning, after his little chat with the kid, and just sat there, while I struggled through getting myself up, determined I wasn’t going to ask unless I fell forwards into a sink full of water. And I did it, and it felt great. We were both so excited afterwards that we decided to go out again, and Jay helped me pile on the contents of my wardrobe, and later on decided it would be a regular occurrence. My head was almost spinning with the speed of it; after months of torpor, I could feel things moving, shifting, getting better, and that Christmas was the turning point. I wondered if I’d ever get the chance to show Dec what it had meant to me.
I didn’t have to wait long, as it turned out. But, shh, spoilers.
In which Dec decides Matty shouldn’t be alone.
Then Dad nearly broke Dec. We were throwing the rugby ball to each other, even though I didn’t like throwing it that much because it was a funny shape. After a lot of throws, Dad threw the ball to Dec, who held on to it and started to run down the pitch. Dad started to run after him and then, to my astonishment, jumped at Dec, and pulled him down on to the ground. Dec shouted really loud, like Dad had really hurt him. I stood where I was, wondering what was going to happen. I’d never seen Dad hurt anyone before, and I wondered if it was because he was cross with Dec.
‘Aah. Fuck. Fucking hell, Jay. Aagh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it.’
This was a lot of swears, even for Dec, so it must have hurt him quite a bit. Dad didn’t look cross, he looked worried.
‘Jesus, Dec, I’m so sorry, I got carried away.’
So he hadn’t meant to hurt Dec. Why had he pulled him over then? Dad knelt next to Dec while I stood behind him, trying to see where Dec was hurt, in case there was any blood.
I lay on the ground, breathing hard, holding my arm, trying to assess the damage. Jay knelt beside me, concern on his face. Cal hovered just behind his shoulder, eyes wide.
łStay there for a minute, see what still hurts in a bit. Fuck it, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about your arm.
I lay on the ground for a few more seconds, getting my breath back, but it was uncomfortably damp and I sat up.
‘It’s wet down here.’
łShit, course, sorry. Stand up then, carefully. Can you put any weight through it?
‘Don’t think I’m going to try. Help me up?’
I held out my left hand, and Jay gripped it and pulled. I pulled back, and he toppled over, landing face first. He sat up, spitting grass and mud, wiping his face.
łYou bastard. It’s not that bad, then?
‘Just tingling a bit now. I don’t think it’s serious.’
łJesus, Dec, you absolute bastard. I thought I’d broken you again. I was imagining having to call Don and tell him. You bloody bastard.
‘What were you thinking? You could have done me some serious damage.’
łI know, mate, I got carried away. You sprinting off, set off a reflex. I really miss playing sometimes. Didn’t think. Sorry.
I was really confused. Dec didn’t seem like he was hurting now, although he had to start with, and now Dad seemed annoyed and not sorry.
‘Daddy did you hurt Dec?’
‘He didn’t really hurt me, Cal, I was just pretending. In the end. I’m OK. Look.’
Dec waggled his arm and fingers at me, and I knew he wasn’t hurting, so that was all clear. But there was still more I wanted to understand.
‘Why did you fight Dec, Daddy?’
‘I wasn’t fighting, we were playing rugby. You’ve seen rugby on telly, haven’t you. I was tackling Dec, trying to get the ball off him.’
Oh. I often forgot that Dec played rugby and Dad was a rugby coach and used to play rugby. I didn’t really pay much attention to it, because football was so much better. But they used some of the same words for different things, and it was confusing sometimes.
‘It’s not a tackle. A tackle is when you bang your legs with the other man, and you kick the ball away.’
‘That’s in football, Cal. A rugby tackle is different – you’re allowed to pull someone onto the ground if they’ve got the ball.’
‘I think football tackles are best. You would get very muddy if you did tackles from rugby, Mummy would be cross.’
‘Well that’s told me, might explain a lot. OK, I think we’ve finished here for today, how about going home for some lunch?’
On the way home, I talked to Jay about where he was working now. I had spent a lot of time wondering what he had left Raiders for. Now I knew it was to look after Matt, but he must be doing something to earn a living.
łI’m doing some coaching for a local team, nothing formal, just on a sessional basis. They’re a National League Two side, mid-table. Also doing a bit of consultancy stuff, and, you’ll laugh at this, I’ve been asked to write a column in The Rugby Paper.
‘No way! Scotty’s Gritty Gossip?’
łI don’t think so, I’m too far removed from the top end of things at the moment for that. No, it’s opinion stuff. Beth’s going to help with my grammar.
‘Bloody hell, people paying good money to read your half-arsed opinions. Who’d have thought?’
łPiss off. It’s a living. Other possibilities in the pipeline, but nothing definite.
‘Do you miss it?’
Jay ran a hand through his hair.
łYeah, if I’m honest. This was totally the right thing to do, I wouldn’t be anywhere else than with Matty right now. But yeah, I do wake up sometimes and wish I was out on a rainy training pitch yelling at some academy lout who needs his arse kicked. I played for Raiders for seven years, and I coached for three, so it’s a big chunk of my life. Just takes a bit of getting used to.
‘When I thought I’d lost all that, it was the hardest, really bad time. I can’t imagine life without them. That place just gets inside you. It’s like it’s alive.’
łIt is tough, and even tougher to leave the place you started out, but sometimes you just have to move on. Who knows what your future might bring? You’ve got dual reg with Trojans now, haven’t you? They’ve got a great set up, and if you recover well and get some game time with them, you’ll really benefit. Don’t put all your hopes and dreams in one place, Dec. Stay open to different things.
\daddy race you home.
Jay sped off with Cal, leaving me to walk the rest of the way with my thoughts for company. The phone in my pocket started to ring. I’d forgotten it was still there, and I was lucky it hadn’t got broken when Jay tackled me. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. Lis.
~Dec, how are you?
‘Good, thanks. Really good.’
We compared Christmas Days and I told her the plan to go and watch Raiders.
~Well, maybe see you Sunday? I’ll be there too.
~Dec, you sound like you’re having a good time up there. I’m so pleased.
‘Thanks, Lis, couldn’t have done it without you. Oh, and thanks so much to you and Nico for the computer. At the risk of getting a telling off –’
~Don’t even go there Declan Summers. You’re welcome. It was totally selfish – I just want someone to play Words with Friends with. Nico’s useless, although he tells me he’s amazing in Spanish.
‘Am I at least allowed to say thanks very very much?’
~Course you are. See you soon, yeah?
Dad and Dec talked on the way back, until I got bored and asked Dad to race me home. When we got there, Mum stopped us before we even got through the door and told us to take our muddy things off. She said ‘honestly James’ a lot, but because of the mud, not because of the swears, because Dad didn’t tell her about those. He didn’t tell her about nearly breaking Dec, either, but Dec did when he got back.
I put the phone back in my pocket just as I reached the front door. There was a pile of muddy shoes and boots just inside, so I took mine off and slung them on top. I took off my coat, wondering where to put it as it was also covered in mud. As were my jeans. Beth opened the hall door.
_I had a feeling you’d be in the same state. Give me your coat, sweetheart, I’ll hang it up to dry, we can brush most of it off later. Ugh, your trousers are nearly as bad as James’s. Take them off.
_I don’t want you trailing mud through the house. I’ll go and fetch you some more. What on earth were you thinking?
‘I was just running, Jay decided to tackle me. I thought he’d broken my arm again for a minute.’
_God, that man.
She smiled fondly.
_He’s so competitive, he probably couldn’t bear to see you go past him. You’re not hurt though?
‘No, but no thanks to Jay. He’s still surprisingly quick.’
_Don’t tell him that, we’d never hear the last of it. Trousers, please.
As Beth went off to fetch my spare jeans, I took the muddy ones off, managing to smear mud up my legs, and stood self-consciously in the hall. Beth reappeared a few minutes later with a clean pair, checked the pockets of the dirty pair and handed me my phone. I put the clean jeans on and padded through to the utility room, where Beth was loading the washing machine.
‘Beth, I could really use a shower. I’m covered in mud, it’s all in my hair. Do you think there’s any way I can have one, with my dressings?’
She thought about it for a moment.
_Do you know what, everything looked so close to being healed last time, I think you could take the dressings off, have the shower, let it all dry and put more on. We didn’t use all the stuff up before, did we?
‘Should all be in the bag.’
_OK, give me a minute, I just need to sort out all these muddy things, and I’ll be with you. Living room OK?
‘Thanks, that’d be great.’
I sat and waited in the living room. My duvet and pillow had been cleared away. There were still piles of toys waiting for Cal to bring them to life with his imagination, but with the wrapping paper gone, the room looked less bright in its post-Christmas state.
I could hear Carol talking in Matt’s room, and Cal’s car noises told me he was there too. From upstairs I could hear the faint hiss of the water from Jay’s shower. I’d missed this – having a house full of people, whose noises filled your days and helped you make sense of who you were and where you belonged. I’d been on my own too long.
Before I could ponder too much, Beth came in, holding the bag containing the equipment for my dressings.
_OK, lets see what we’ve got here. Take your hoody off, and your shirt actually, I forgot about your collar bone.
She undid the bandages and peeled back the dressings. The stitches had almost disappeared. The scars were pink, but not swollen or weeping. Beth prodded each scar – there was one on my collar bone, one on my forearm, and one on my upper arm.
_Tell me if it hurts.
‘No, it’s tender, but nothing bad.’
_Can you bend your arm, twist it, wiggle your fingers, whole range of movement stuff?
I did as I was asked. There were a few twinges, but it was feeling OK.
_That looks great, Dec. I’m no expert, but it’s looking really good. I think you’re good to go with the shower. Your last few stitches might not last, but we’ll do you back up afterwards, and you’ll be good as new. I think Jay’s up there at the moment, but he’ll be out soon.
‘Thanks, Beth. I haven’t had a shower since before I was in hospital. I must stink.’
_We’d been wondering what it was. Thought it was the drains.
She flashed me a smile, picked up the old bandages and dressings and took them out of the room with her. I put my t-shirt back on, leaving my forearms bare – it felt good to have the air on them. A few moments later, Jay wandered in, hair damp and tousled, and plonked himself down on the sofa.
łHey, look at you all unwrapped. Did Beth just do that?
‘Yeah, I really need a shower, thanks to you. She had a look and thought it’d be OK.’
łAre you sure your arm’s OK now?
‘Yeah, it’s fine, I just jarred it when I landed on it.’
Jay had a closer look at the scars from the operation.
łLooks neat. The bruising’s really going down too, and from your face as well. You’re almost back to normal, apart from those tramlines. Every time I look at those, it makes me shudder. You were pretty close to losing an eye.
łStill, interesting story for the ladies. They like a bit of a scar here and there.
‘That’s what Rose said. Don’t see it myself.’
łMate, you’ve got a lot to learn. Bit of vulnerability goes a long way. Use it to your advantage.
‘I’ll bear it in mind.’
łWell, bathroom’s free, if you want it.
I stood under the hot running water, luxuriating in the sensation. I could feel myself relaxing, and the mud ran off me. I used the shower gel Rose had given me, soaped my hair and watched the water run first brown and then clear. I scrubbed the mud off my legs, and soaped myself all over, feeling the shower refresh me. Eventually I felt clean and relaxed enough, so I turned the water off and wrapped myself in Rose’s huge towel. I sat on the edge of the bath, wrapped in the fluffy warm cosiness, enjoying being properly clean for the first time in ages and looked at my arm. It didn’t seem to have suffered any ill-effects, no extra redness, the remaining stitches were still mostly intact. I dried myself, pulled some clean clothes on and went in search of Beth, to re-apply the dressings.
Later on, having rested but not slept, which was pretty major, Beth was in my room, drinking coffee with me. Cal was playing on the floor. I was holding my coffee myself and not spilling any. I was Mr Incredible.
Dec wandered in, hair damp, cheeks rosy, looking scrubbed, and Beth looked at him enquiringly.
‘Did your arm stand up to it OK?’
‘As far as I can tell.’
‘Let’s have a look. Sit on the edge of the bed. OK to slip your shirt off?’
Hey, this was still my room, not some examination clinic.
‘Stehdy on, pehpl trying tuh not vohmit.’
‘Sorry, mate, nurse’s orders. If you think you might faint at the sight of my muscular torso, close your eyes.’
‘Ha ha, mohr lihkly die laughing.’
As Dec took his shirt off, I goggled at all the bruises and scarring. The scars from the operation on his arm were neat and short, but the other ones, especially on his back, were long and jagged and had been done by someone who really didn’t like him very much. I had seen my fair share of faces bruised and battered from fights in various nightclubs, but the sheer scale of the damage inflicted on Dec’s body – someone had meant him serious harm. Had caused it, actually. When Beth went to get some bandages, I commented.
‘Yuh goh done ohver prehty good.’
‘They used a bottle, as well as fists and feet. Nice people.’
Holy shit. I hadn’t realised.
‘Fuck. Dihnt noh. Bahstrds.’
Beth came back swinging a bag in her hand.
‘Here we are, then, Dec. Let’s get you all bandaged up. I expect the docs at the club will just take this lot off again when you see them.’
Dec put his shirt back on, covering up the evidence of his recent hard times.
‘That’s not till the sixth. I can’t wait that long to have another shower!’
‘Won’t you be able to see them on Sunday? They’ll probably just say take it all off. ‘
Well they were talking about it in my room, I felt it was my place to join in.
‘Yeah, going home.’
I hadn’t thought about Dec going home. Once he had got here, I’d thought he would just be here like he always had been. I didn’t like to think about him going away again, and then it going back to how it was before he came for Christmas. I think Uncle Matty might have felt the same, because when he found out, he went all quiet and sad like he did sometimes, and Mum made us all go out of the room, and shut the door, and Uncle Matty didn’t even want the speaker on so we could hear if he was coughing or poorly.
I’d forgotten last night’s crying episode and the reason for it, and suddenly realised that I was going to be losing an ally.
‘Oh yeh. Fohgot.’
And he was going back to his normal life, now he was getting better. It would be full of normal things like walking, running, talking, drinking. I bet he had girls coming out of his ears too. How long was it going to be before I had any of that? Any of it?
I felt myself plummet into a deep pit of hopelessness. I’d been here before. It was where I reminded myself of everything I’d had but didn’t have any longer. It was where I reminded myself of what my future looked like, despite the positive spin I put on ridiculous achievements like standing up by myself and drinking a cup of tea out of a child’s cup without spilling any. It was where Carrie waited for me.
‘We’re going to the Raiders game, I guess I could see some of the medical staff, could have a chat.’
Dec was talking to me but I no longer had any interest in why he was going home, or what he might do when he was there.
Matt’s mood had seemed to suddenly change.
‘Jus fuck ohf hohm.’
I wanted to make it about me. I was going nowhere, didn’t even have a home to go to if I could get further than across the hallway under my own steam. Didn’t see why other people should get to go home, get on with their lives.
As usual, Beth seemed to understand what was going on, even though I was confused about what Matt meant.
_Oh Matty, you won’t be stuck here forever.
Really Beth? Try seeing what it looks like from my side of things.
She tried the chivvying thing, but I was a master at this.
‘Look how much you’ve done in the last few days, you’re so much better. You played football today.’
Oh just fuck off with your cripple-patronising.
I turned my face away from both of them and looked out of the window. Dec took his lead from Beth and tried his own brand of cheeriness.
Beth’s brightness didn’t seem to be getting through to Matt. He turned away from us, refusing to talk or even look in our direction.
‘This time next year mate, best seats in the house for my full debut and first try in the Christmas game.’
Why should I care about his bloody rugby? I’d never even seen Jay play, why should I care about some little upstart who thought he knew what would cheer me up?
I wasn’t having much luck either. Maybe if I reminded him of something we’d talked about?
‘Don’t forget, choose your battles, one day at a time.’
It was time to get rid of them, so I could just sink down into it, let it fold me up, let me just be there, in the darkness, where I belonged.
‘Mm. ‘Nough pep tahk, thahks.’
Beth finally got it, that she wasn’t going to win.
‘You look tired, sweetheart. Shall we leave you to it?’
Fuck off the lot of you. Couldn’t raise the energy to say it.
Matt stared blankly out of the window, his jaw clenched.
_Come on Cal, you can set your road up in the living room.
\oh, but I want to –
_Cal, do it now.
Cal looked at me, as I was usually the one who said ‘oh let him stay’, but although I hated myself, I ignored him. I didn’t want Cal there, I didn’t want anyone there. Just wanted to be left the fuck alone.
‘Do you want the door open?’
Beth moved towards the monitor.
‘Noh, lehv ih.’
If I was going to die, so be it. If I was going to cry, I didn’t want the whole lot of them hearing me. Where I was going, I could easily do one or the other or both, and I wanted to be there completely on my own. When I’d done, if I was ever done, I was going to have to put up with Beth trying to persuade me, once again, to talk to a doctor about being depressed. But for now I was sinking into the dark fog, letting it swallow me.
Beth sighed and continued into the kitchen. I followed her. Cal took his toys into the living room, where the TV was on and Jay and Carol were sitting watching it.
I lay there, in my black pit of misery, for a long time. I cried a bit. I raged a bit, although it was fairly impotent raging as I couldn’t exactly throw stuff, and if I shouted they’d all hear me. I examined every single aspect of the waste of space that was Matt Scott.
What had I achieved in my thirty years? I’d got a degree. I’d wasted it by working in Stafford for the last eight years. Eight years I’d lived in this dump, when I could have got out. Oh, but no, I couldn’t, because of Mum. I was never going to escape. Strike one.
I’d had a lot of women. Yeah, that was pretty empty too, because really, what I’d really been looking for was that one woman, and I’d found her, and where had that got me? Heart pulverised, all my stuff gone, hatred. Jagged, raw, red hatred, where there had been love. Strike two.
What else? Oh yeah, needed more help with eating, walking, washing and wiping my arse than a two year old. Strike three, and I’m out.
This was how it went, round and round my head, wishing things were different but knowing nothing was going to change.
I lay there for a long time, watching the light fade outside, feeling the darkness gather inside me. I could hear the TV on in the living room, the occasional snatch of conversation, but I tried to ignore it. It wasn’t part of the black landscape I was painting for myself.
I settled down for a long stint of being on my own, because I always managed to chase them away. They wouldn’t be back tonight, I might have to do some more sullen fending off tomorrow morning, then I might get the rest of tomorrow to myself too.
‘What was that all about?’
_He gets like this sometimes, especially when he’s tired. I can understand it. He feels like life is passing him by. It’s very frustrating for him.
‘But he had a great time this morning.’
_Sometimes that just makes it worse. He sees a glimpse of normality, then pays for it by being wiped out. I was half expecting it to be honest.
‘Shouldn’t he have someone with him?’
_He doesn’t want anyone, just wants to be left alone. You won’t get anything out of him for the rest of the day, he won’t even want Cal in with him. He won’t eat anything. It might last a couple of days – it happened a couple of times when he was in hospital and soon after he got here.
‘Sounds pretty miserable.’
_He’s feeling pretty miserable. Most of the time, actually. Most of his bluster is just an act. As well as everything else, he’s still getting over Carrie – did you know Carrie?
‘I can’t remember, might have met her once.’
_She visited us a couple of times with Matty. Anyway, they’d been living together for a few months when he was diagnosed with MS. She left him for an ex-boyfriend just when things started to get really hard for him. He was absolutely devastated. He got pneumonia not long after. She hasn’t been in touch, although we tried to let her know how poorly he was. She cleaned out their flat while he was in hospital, took the computer, his phone, TV, all the CDs, all the furniture worth taking. None of their friends have been in touch with him, we don’t know what she’s told them, but it’s pretty heartbreaking. Matty’s best friend from school, who he’s known for years and used to talk to about everything, moved abroad with his family. He emails occasionally, but apart from that he’s only got us.
‘Fucking hell, Beth. That’s terrible. I had no idea.’
_He doesn’t really talk about it, even to us. So on top of MS and recovering from pneumonia, he’s depressed. He won’t see the doctor about it, so we just have to cope with it the best we can. Letting him stew isn’t ideal, but he won’t talk while he’s like this. Leaving him on his own, when he asks for it, is about as much as we can do. Anyway, I’m going to do some lunch. Turkey sandwiches?
I helped Beth with the sandwiches, having worked out that mayonnaise was easier than butter. It felt good to be properly helpful, after being pretty useless for so long. We piled the sandwiches high and took them into the living room.
łAh, turkey butties, the best part of Boxing Day. Thanks, Beth.
_It was a joint effort, Dec buttered the bread. Or rather, mayoed it.
łAnd the bread survived it, good job. Have you taken some in to Matty?
_No, he’s gone into one of his moods, wants the door shut, probably best to leave him for a bit.
łWhat set that off?
_I don’t know, he probably overdid it a bit this morning.
łDamn, he’s been on really good form the last few days. When he came out this morning, I thought he’d really turned a corner.
‘Sometimes things ambush you just when you start feeling better. Hits you twice as hard.’
Beth gave me a penetrating look.
_That sounds like the voice of experience.
I shrugged and ate another sandwich.
We spent the afternoon watching and not watching the Sound of Music on TV. I didn’t manage to stay awake for all of it, and played with Cal and his cars for a bit while it was on, but it was a really long film, the sort of thing nobody really had to concentrate on if they had other things to do like dozing, playing with Christmas presents or chatting. Beth, Jay, Carol and I all fell asleep for various lengths of time at various intervals. It eventually grew dark, and Jay put the lights on.
łWhat’s for tea?
_Don’t know James, what do you fancy making?
łCome on, Beth, you’ve always got a plan.
_My plan today is letting you come up with something.
łDon’t do this to me, I have no cooking skills whatsoever, you know that.
_How about your world famous Christmas leftover curry?
łYeah, well, OK, apart from that. Damn, I forgot. I do make a good one, don’t I.
_You do. Come on, James, so I can put my feet up?
Jay slumped, defeated.
łOK, you win. You can only use this baby thing for nine more months, though. Eight if I’m lucky. Then I go back to being grouchy lazy husband.
_Oh, had you stopped? I hadn’t noticed.
łCareful, lady, or no curry for you.
Jay ambled off to the kitchen, where he could be heard banging cupboard doors and crashing saucepans.
\mummy I don’t want leftover curry.
_No, sweetheart, I didn’t think you would. Daddy will do you something else. Do you want chicken nuggets?
_Go and ask him, then.
Cal wandered off with his order. I thought about offering to help Jay, but decided he could cope without me. I was feeling bad for Matt, and kept thinking about him lying on his own being miserable, by now in the dark. Thought about how we’d both lost a lot, how it had felt for me, what I’d wanted, what I’d needed, what I’d asked for and what had helped.
When Jay announced that dinner was ready, I followed Beth, Cal and Carol into the kitchen. I put some on a plate for me, then loaded another plate and started to leave the kitchen.
łWhere are you going with that?
‘Just thought I’d see if Matt fancies some.’
łLeave it, Dec, he won’t want any, not when he’s like this.
‘He can tell me if he’s not hungry.’
łHe will, in no uncertain terms.
‘No worries. Smells delicious, by the way.’
I couldn’t believe it when the door opened, and the bloody teenager came in. He was carrying two plates of curry, which he put down on the table by the bed, before he turned a lamp on. What did he think he was he doing? Surely Beth had explained to him what happened when I got like this?
‘Brought you some dinner. Jay’s legendary Christmas curry. If it tastes as good as I remember, you’re in for a treat. I think there are extra sprouts in yours.’
No, I wasn’t doing the banter thing. I was doing the pit of darkness thing.
‘Pihs ohf, Dec. Wana beh on my ohn.’
‘Well that’s your bad luck, really, because I want to eat my dinner in here. Yours is on the table there, I’m happy to help if needed, but there is a fork for your use should you require it.’
What was he up to? I wanted him to go.
What? It wasn’t a request.
I started eating the curry, which was extremely tasty. Jay had mixed up all the left over vegetables, turkey and stuffing and combined them with a curry sauce. He did it every year, and it was always worth the wait.
Matt carried on looking at the ceiling.
‘Good view up there, is it?’
No reply. I ate, wishing I’d brought a drink in, because the curry was quite hot, and it was making me thirsty.
Once Dec had gone in to Uncle Matty’s room, he didn’t come out, and Mum, Dad and Granny talked about what might be happening.
‘You don’t think they’re talking, do you?’
‘Unlikely, Beth. You know how he gets. Dec can be as stubborn, though, so they’re probably having a silence-off.’
‘Do you think it’s good for him, dear? Don’t you think we should just give him the peace and quiet he’s asked for?’
‘I don’t know, Mum. Let’s just see what happens.’
I resumed my contemplation of the ceiling. Maybe if I just ignored him he’d get the message. If I ignored him, I could get on with what I was doing, and he’d get bored and go away.
‘This is really good. You should try it before it gets cold.’
Ignoring you, you dick. Fuck off .
I finished eating and put my plate on the table. Sat down. Took my phone out, texted Nico and Rose. Got up, looked at the books on the shelf by Matt’s bed. There were several story books, a dinosaur book, a bird spotting guide and a few crime novels. Not the widest choice, but it would keep me going for now. I plumped for the dinosaur book; it never hurt to be clued up on dinosaurs with Cal around. I sat down and started flicking through the book.
My ignoring strategy didn’t seem to be having the desired results, as he was apparently trying the same method. Maybe if I found out what he was playing at, I could convince him none of it would work, and that I really just wanted him to leave me the fuck alone.
‘Wha ahr yuh trying tuh achieve?’
‘Nothing. Just sitting here reading a book.’
It was time for some directness.
‘Dohn wan yuh hehr.’
‘I know. Not your choice, unless you feel up to wrestling for it.’
It bloody well was my choice. Who did he think he was, coming in my room and just sitting there, making disparaging remarks about my ability to wrestle?
‘Fuck yuh. Lehv meh alohn.’
Then at least tell me what you’re fucking well doing.
‘Because when you’re feeling as shit as you are, you shouldn’t be on your own, whether you want to be or not.’
What was that supposed to mean? He had no idea how shit I was feeling, what I wanted, or what I needed.
Dec carried on leafing through the book.
Maybe if I asked nicely.
‘Plehs jus pihs ohf.’
Or half nicely.
There, I’d asked completely nicely.
This was beyond frustrating. What was I going to have to do to make him fuck off? I couldn’t fight him, although if I’d had any strength I would have added to his bruises. No, no, don’t fucking cry Matt, oh for fuck’s sake. I tried to sniff back the tears. Dec looked up from the book.
‘Want a tissue?’
Oh you bastard.
‘Noh. Wahn yuh tuh fuck ohf.’
He put the box of tissues within my reach, although surely he realised there was no way I was going to touch them, and he went back to the book.
Hard as I tried to get back into my black sea of despair and misery, I couldn’t while he was sitting here with the light on, as the tantalising smell of curry drifted over from the plate on the table. Without meaning to, I turned my head and looked at it.
Shit. I turned my head back so I was looking at the ceiling again, but I was hungry. And now I couldn’t think about anything but eating that sodding curry.
‘Yeh. Fuck yuh.’
‘It’ll be cold by now. I’ll go and microwave it.’
He picked up the plate and took it out. Brainwave. Get him to do stuff for me, that got me some time to myself. I moved the bed into a sitting position and waited for him to come back. Maybe eating something would get me enough brownie points to be left to my own devices.
I picked up the plate and took it into the kitchen, where Beth and Carol were still sitting at the table.
_You’ve been in there a long time.
‘Yeah, we’ve been having a cosy little chat.’
I carried on microwaving the curry.
#How is he?
‘Pretty pissed off with me.’
#Maybe you should leave him be, dear?
‘He shouldn’t be alone when he’s like this, it just makes it all worse. He said he was hungry though, I’m heating this up for him.’
I grabbed the plate when the microwave beeped, as Jay, Beth and Carol all looked at each other, surprised. I took the curry back to Matt, who had moved the bed into a sitting position, and handed him the plate and the fork.
Let’s test out my theory.
‘If I eaht this, wihl yuh fuck ohf?’
I snorted with exasperation, but started eating the curry. It was bloody tasty, and I managed about half of it, then put the fork down and sank back against my pillows. I deliberately left the plate on the side of the bed, against my leg, and then moved so it started to slide off the duvet, hopefully spilling curry and rice onto the bed and the floor, so Dec would have to clear it up, and get an ear-bashing from Beth at the same time. Dec almost didn’t notice, but at the last minute, he jumped up and grabbed the plate as the fork clattered to the floor.
‘Thanks for that. I’ll just put the plate on the table in case you want the rest later, shall I? And just so you know, if that had splattered on the floor, it wouldn’t be me that was clearing it up. I’m staying put.’
Fuck it, he’d sussed that one out too. I took the remote control for the bed and lowered myself back into a semi-lying position, from where I continued to stare at the ceiling.
Dec put the dinosaur book down, and made a start on a novel, rhythmically turning the pages over. The steady rustling was lulling me to sleep. I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted to rage in the darkness, but it was no good, I was on the slide down, and then my eyes closed, and that was it.
Matt’s eyelids started to droop, and the next time I looked up from the book, his eyes were closed. I looked at the time on my phone; seven forty. I turned it to silent.
Beth came in with a cup of tea for both of us. She fussed around a bit, tidying up, pulling the curtains.
_How long are you planning to stay in here?
_James is making you a bed up in his office, he’s put your bag in there, hope that’s OK?
‘Yeah, course. Thanks.’
_He’s asleep now, Dec, why don’t you come out for a bit?
I wasn’t sure Matt was really asleep, and if he wasn’t I wanted him to know I wasn’t going anywhere.
I woke up a couple of times, when people came in. Beth tried to persuade Dec to come out, as I was asleep.
‘Cal wants his bedtime story.’
‘I can do that in here.’
Oh, why not just invite the whole street in, it’s not like it’s my bedroom or anything.
‘You’re very stubborn.’
Yeah, well, we’ll see who wins Stubbornfest, shall we?
_Hope you know what you’re doing, sweetheart.
‘So do I.’
Oh great, so he really didn’t have any idea. I was getting seriously pissed off with him.
At the very least I hoped I was annoying Matt enough that he stopped focussing on his misery. I was running the risk of pissing him off so much he’d be glad to see the back of me when I left, and that would be something else I’d managed to fuck up, but I hoped that something would get through to him.
Cal came in a short while later. I got him to choose one of the story books from the shelf, and I read him a couple of stories. He sat on my lap and looked at the pictures while I read.
Cal sat on Dec’s lap while he had his bedtime story. Despite myself, I was impressed at how well they got on together, and how Dec didn’t just read a story, but involved Cal in thinking about the pictures, possible plot developments and how characters might be feeling. But I wasn’t supposed to be being impressed, I was supposed to be wallowing, and asleep.
‘OK, Cal, time for bed now.’
\can I say goodnight to Uncle Matty?
‘Course you can, but he’s asleep, he might not hear you.’
\’night Uncle Matty.
Before I could stop him, he climbed onto the bed and gave Matt a hug, then jumped off and ran out of the room.
Because I was prepared for him, I managed not to open my eyes when Cal climbed onto the bed and gave me a hug, then jumped off and ran out of the room.
I couldn’t work out if Matt had woken up or not. His eyes were still closed, and his noisy breathing was still regular.
Because Mum let me go and have my story with Dec, in Uncle Matty’s room, I got to see what was going on, which wasn’t much. Uncle Matty looked asleep, and Dec was sitting in the chair. After Dec read me some stories from the books in Uncle Matty’s room, I went upstairs with Mum.
Mum wanted to talk to me.
‘Cal, you know you asked me about Daddy and me being cross with Dec?’
I did remember. It seemed like a long time ago now, before Dec came back.
‘Do you still want to talk about it?’
‘OK. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, ever since Dec got here – well, before that too. Daddy and I aren’t cross with Dec, not any more He did some things which made us cross at the time, but there were other things we didn’t know about, and if we had, we would have helped him, rather than being cross with him.’
‘Oh, well, some of them are from a long time ago. Dec’s Mummy and Daddy died when he was a boy, so he hasn’t had a Mummy or a Daddy for a long time. And that’s made him sad, sadder than we knew about. And when we were in Portugal, Dec crashed his car, and it worried him so much that he wasn’t thinking properly about things. That’s when he stole the money he told you about, and lied to us about lots of things. Dec’s not a bad man, he’s a good man who did some bad things that he didn’t really mean to do. He’s paid the money back now, and we’re trying to help him not to feel so sad.’
‘But he doesn’t look sad.’
‘No, I know, sweetheart. Sometimes people don’t look how they’re feeling. And I think being here with us has made him feel a lot happier. We’ve decided he is part of our family.’
‘So he is my brother.’
‘Well, I don’t know if we’d call him that, we’re a bit young to be his Mummy and Daddy, he’s just part of the family. We hope it will help him not to feel so sad.’
‘But will I still have a brother?’
‘Or a sister. I hope so. I’m having a baby, Cal, it’s growing in my tummy.’
Well that was news to me. Daniel Glover had got it all wrong.
‘How did it get there?’
And Mum, who has always been the plain talking nurse, told me how babies came to be, and it was astounding, and I had lots of questions, not just then, but later, at all sorts of times, that she always answered.
But the main thing was that they weren’t cross with Dec any more, and Dec wasn’t a bad man, and he was part of our family, like he always had been, so it was OK for me to love him.
I tried some more of the novel, but it was hard going, and I felt myself doze off a couple of times. Nico and Rose replied to my texts. Jay came in later with more tea.
łWe’re off to bed soon, are you planning to stay here all night?
łWhat exactly are you doing?
Oh, so that was the big plan? Being here? I bet I could be here longer than he could. He was going home the day after tomorrow. I was still going to be here. I win then, day after tomorrow.
‘OK, if you say so. Head case. ‘Night then. ‘Night Matty.’
I wasn’t prepared this time, and when Jay brushed my forehead with his hand, I almost opened my eyes. Dec slurped his tea noisily.
‘There’s a cuppa here for you if you want it. Whether you want it or not, actually. I’m really thirsty after that curry.’
Yeah, I was really thirsty too, but I wasn’t letting him trick me again like he had with the curry. No more eating, no more drinking, just lying here either staring at the ceiling or eyes closed. It would send him away eventually, like it sent them all away.
No reply. I wasn’t sure what I was doing was going to work, but I knew that when I had been feeling like the world was ending, having Rose and Nico there helped. So I was going to be there for Matt until I knew I didn’t have to be any more I felt my eyes start to close. I rested my head against the back of the chair, and fell asleep.
Dreaming. I am chasing the faceless man with brown boots. He has something of mine and I want it back, but he is always ahead of me and I can never fly fast enough to catch him. He runs through crowded streets. I fly up so I can see him from the air, but I lose him. I fly back down and run along the pavement, trying to find some trace of him. I turn into an alley, knowing he has come this way. Suddenly, he is behind me and there is no way out. He knocks me to the floor and stands over me. I am helpless. He draws back his leg, and I see his boot hurtle towards my face.
In which Matty takes literal and symbolic strides, and Dec comes a cropper.
Christmas Night, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring … I know, wrong night, but whatever. I thought everyone had gone to bed. Jay had been in, sorted me out, monitor was on, lights were off, footsteps had trundled up the stairs. Usually I’d be out cold by now, but I felt pretty well rested, and was just enjoying lying down without actually being asleep. Then I heard something. I was pretty good at using my ears to work out what was going on in the rest of the house; it was one of the consequences of spending a lot of time on my own wondering who was where and what they were doing.
So I heard something. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, just a little noise. Then I heard it again – a sniff. My heart almost stopped as I wondered if someone had broken in. If someone came in here, there’s no way I could fight them off, I’d have to hope Jay would hear the struggle on the monitor and … there it was again. A kind of choked sniffy sob. Someone was crying, downstairs somewhere. Not a burglar then, unless it was one who was really regretful about breaking and entering. I was full of adrenaline, from imagining having to fend off an intruder, and for some fuckwitted reason, I decided to investigate.
I hadn’t walked anywhere on my own since I’d come out of hospital, so why I decided now, in the middle of the night, with no one around, was a good time to start, fuck only knows. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. So far, so good. I tottered over to the wall and used it to lean on so that I could make my way to the door, which I did without incident and found myself in the hall. Now I could clearly hear the sounds of crying, which were coming from the living room.
Using the wall as my crutch, I slowly put one foot in front of the other, wondering more and more as I progressed what in the kingdom of fuck I thought I was doing. Why hadn’t I just said ‘someone’s crying’ into the monitor? Jay would have been down like a shot, and I wouldn’t be here, half way across the hall, legs trembling like I’d run a marathon. But I was investigating. Not just curious about who was crying, because there honestly weren’t that many people it could be considering Mum, Cal, Jay and Beth had all gone to bed, but also about how far I could get.
Yeah, it was stupid, but there was someone in the living room who would surely hear if I needed them and, oh, here I was in the doorway now. Fuck, that had taken it out of me. I leaned against the door frame, panting, and looked at the shape lying curled up on the couch.
His whole body jolted as he heard my voice.
‘Fuck! You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing out of bed? How did you get here?’
All very good questions, but not the most important thing right now. I was going to fall over if I didn’t get some help pretty soon.
‘Cahn yuh hehp meh sit dohn?’
Dec jumped up and took my arm, supporting me to the nearest sofa.
I was breathing hard, but sitting down was better.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’
I’d lost sight of that a little bit in the last couple of minutes of trying to remain upright, but thought back to what had brought me out into the big wide world in the first place.
‘Hehrd someohn crying. Investigahting. Whasup?’
‘Just feeling sorry for myself, completely unjustifiably. I didn’t realise you could get about by yourself.’
‘Meh neihther. Gahv ih a try. Diddit. Fehls guhd. Fucking knahkered now.’
‘You look it. Do you want me to get Jay?’
No no no, then there would be questions and fussing and ‘oh Matty’ and exasperated looks.
‘Fuck noh. Ih’ll be okay in a bih.’
Oh, and nice try at distracting me Dec.
‘Why yuh crying?
‘Not really important.’
It was bloody important enough for me to do this, like, hundred mile walk from my bed to here.
‘Huhmour meh, Ihm a crihpl.’
‘OK then. Jay wants to take me home on Sunday. It made me realise I’m never going to live with them again. I’m a fucking selfish bastard who doesn’t appreciate what I’ve got, what I nearly lost, and what I’ve been given back with bells on. Boo hoo, poor me. Humorous enough?’
Right, well, he had spilt. Now I had to do something about it.
‘Bluhdy hilarious. Dihd yuh think yuhd lihv wih them here fuhever now?’
I didn’t know if this was on the cards, whether it had been discussed, even.
‘No, I guess not.’
‘Dohn’t yuh have some bihg fuck off ruhgby carehr to get bahk tuh?’
‘Yeah, I suppose so.’
‘Think of ih lihk lehving hohm, then. Hahs to happen sohm tihm. Yuh dohnt always chuhs when. Things hahpen, things chahnge. Noh one lihvs wih thehr fahmly foh ahlways. Member wha Jay said at dinner? Declan Suhmers in my fahmly fuhever. Tha mehns wherever yuh are. Connehcted. No nehd to beh hehr.’
I don’t know where the words were coming from, they just occurred to me and ended up coming out of my mouth. That was quite a lot of talking for me, and I started panting again. Dec looked like he was thinking about it, looking at his hands, then raising his eyes to stare at me.
‘Bloody hell, Matt.’
I bloody hoped so, because I was fast running out of energy for any more speeches.
‘Lots. How the fuck did you get so wise?’
‘Too much tihm tuh think, noht enough fucking vodka to forgeh ih all.’
‘I wouldn’t actually recommend the vodka method of forgetting, it has its drawbacks.’
Well that sounded interesting, hadn’t heard any hints of that one.
‘Souhds lihk a stohry. Mehbe tomohrow. Fuck, Ihm frehzing. Can yuh fetch whelchair? Noh suhr cahn walk back. Fuck.’
The cold had crept up on me unnoticed as I sat there thinking about my breathing. I was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and had nothing on my feet, which were now so cold they were almost numb. Much as I hated the infernal wheeled machine, I wasn’t going to make it back to bed on my own.
Dec hurried to fetch the chair, helped me get into it and wheeled me back to my room. I leaned on him to help me out and back into bed, remembering his arms weren’t exactly in prime condition and so using my remaining strength to hoist myself onto the mattress. Now I needed to get warm, and I wasn’t going to have to be too finicky about asking for help. Come on, Matt, you asked him to tip your piss into the toilet yesterday. This is nothing.
‘Chehrs. Ohn mohr favohr? Hoht drink?’
‘Sure. Any requests?’
‘Dohn ‘spec I’ll geh whisky tohdy?’
Oh how I would have loved a whisky toddy, burny and soothing, to caress me down into unconsciousness. Never gonna happen.
‘Not even if I knew how to make one.’
‘Bahstrd. Tea then. Onna trahy lihk this mohning, ahl fahncy, mihk inna jug, sugar inna bohl, lacy doihly.’
‘How about in your cup, milk, two sugars, bit of a stir, lid on tightly if I’m feeling generous?’
Oh well, downgrade your whisky toddy dreams to warmish tea from a baby cup, then Matt.
‘Noh the sahm.’
‘All you’re bloody getting this time of night.’
As I headed towards the kitchen, I met Jay at the bottom of the stairs.
łWhat’s going on down here?
‘Just getting Matt a drink.’
łYou do know you’re both broadcasting over the monitor? Turn it off if you’re going to chat. Not really interested in your sordid late night tales.
‘Oops, sorry. Forgot about that. I think we were only talking about tea, though. Nothing particularly sordid.’
łThe night is young. Don’t forget to turn it off. And put it back on when you go to bed.
I vaguely heard voices as Dec left the room. Jay seemed to be complaining about something, and I hoped Dec wasn’t telling him I had just done the cripple equivalent of a trek up Kilimanjaro.
By the time Dec got back, turning off the monitor as he came in, I had started to shiver, and I couldn’t stop. Being under the duvet wasn’t noticeably warming me up. I was going to have to ask for more help. It doesn’t sound like much, but every time I had to ask for something it shaved a slice of self-respect from my soul.
‘Sohry, got really cohd. Cahn yuh plug lehtric blanket in?’
‘Sure, er, where is it?’
‘Lohng plug at the end, this sihd. Yeh, thas it. Thahks. Sohry tuh ahsk, cahn yuh hehp wih drink? Hohd ih foh meh? Hahnds shaking.’
Dec pulled the chair closer to the bed and held the cup for me to drink. I was shaking so much, the spout was getting nowhere near my mouth.
‘Should I get Jay?’
Dec looked worried, and maybe it wasn’t fair to put all this on him, but I knew I’d be OK and I really, really didn’t want Jay getting up to help and being all mardy and paternal on my arse.
‘Noh I’ll be OK once I wahm up. Feet lihk ice. Cahn yuh geh socks? Top drawhr.’
As Dec put the socks on my feet, I could feel the electric blanket starting to warm up, but I was still shivering.
‘You need to get this tea in you. Let’s have another try.’
I managed to get the spout in my mouth, and held on for dear life as I sucked the warm drink. Dec made it hotter than anyone else, obviously caring less about whether I scalded myself, the inconsiderate bastard, and it was what I needed. I finished the cup.
‘Yeh, might hehp get warm. Thahks, Dec.’
He made another drink and brought it in.
‘Still want me to hold the cup?’
‘Yeh, fuck the mahn poihts.’
Man points, that fantasy league where doing arbitrarily manly or unmanly things gains or loses you points. I was currently languishing at the bottom of the relegation zone with zero points and a goal difference of minus three thousand.
‘This one’s got half a bottle of imaginary vodka in it. Should help you sleep.’
‘Chehrs then. Bohtoms up.’
I drank, trying my hardest to think of it as vodka.
‘Nehd a bluhdy guhd maginahtion for tha.’
‘Best I could do.’
‘God I mihs gehting rat-ahsed.’
The glass of wine at dinner earlier was the first taste of alcohol I’d had for more than two months. Beer, I so wanted beer. I had nowhere to escape to, and enough beer would easily lead me down the path to the secret tunnel, then under the fence to temporary freedom. Or a glass of scotch. Oh how I hankered for the days when I would get home after a hard day, pour myself a glass of the good stuff, golden and welcoming, and take the load off. It seemed light years away, and I had to make do with a tiny sip of red wine, which I didn’t even like, and didn’t even get me to the gate at the entrance of the path to the secret tunnel.
It was time to stop feeling sorry for myself and reassure the kid.
‘Fehl behter. Wahmer. Thahks.’
‘Least I could do, following your rescue act earlier. Cripples Corner code of conduct.’
‘All fuh ohn?’
Or some such Musketeery shit.
‘Something like that.’
I could feel myself warming up, and as I did so my eyes started to close and I slept.
So there you go, we shared, we bonded, he went home – oh really? The whole nine yards? Slave driver
As Matt warmed up and he stopped shivering, his eyes drooped and closed. I wasn’t happy leaving him just yet, I was a bit worried he might have got too cold, so I moved the chair back and settled down, pulling my phone out of my pocket for another look. I found the contacts list and read through the familiar names that had been programmed in, presumably by Jay or Beth. I felt incredibly fortunate to have such a group of people to call on, people who looked out for me, who wanted me in their lives. My misery from before receded.
Matt’s advice had been spot on and had really helped me; I’d never had brothers or sisters, or even aunts, uncles or grandparents, and had never left home in the usual way, so never had that sense of connection across distance that families developed. Thinking of ‘family’ in those terms helped me see the bigger picture. Beth said I had grown up, but I probably needed to do a bit more growing and be a bit less self-obsessed.
I must have fallen asleep in the chair thinking about it all, as I woke up with a crick in my neck, when the phone clunked to the floor. I checked Matt hadn’t woken, and that his breathing was steady, then I turned on the monitor and crept upstairs.
My phone told me it was two thirty. I undressed in the bathroom and trod as gently as I could into Cal’s room and into bed. I slept almost immediately.
Dreaming. The faceless man with the brown boots has carried Cal away and is threatening to drop him off a cliff. Every time I approach, the brown-booted man dangles a screaming Cal further over the edge. I am powerless to rescue him. Finally, the brown-booted man looks away and I launch myself at him, flying faster than I ever have before. I grab Cal and throw him to Jay, who is waiting. The brown-booted man catches me by the arm and throws me off the cliff. I fall, spinning and tumbling, ripping my face, snapping my arms, and land at the bottom, broken, helpless. I watch as the brown boots land by my head. One of the boots pulls back and then speeds towards my face …
I fell asleep really quickly once I was in bed, but was woken up again by Dec’s dream voice.
‘Unh … no … mm … no, no, no … aah … AAAAAAHHH … AAAAAAAAH!’
The loud scream scared me a lot. It was too near, and too loud, and I wanted to get away from it, and I nearly fell down the ladder trying to get away from Dec, and the loud noise he was making. I ran across my room, and backed up against my cupboard, as Dec carried on making noises. I didn’t want to hear him do another scream, and I was nearly crying because I was scared, but the noises got louder, and Dec screamed again.
This time, he sat up, and banged his head on the underneath of my bed.
I didn’t giggle, because I was frightened, although if he’d said a swear, he might be awake. I thought I’d try to find out, and if he was still making monster sounds, I would run out of the room and get Dad.
A very small voice. Shit. Cal. Pulled myself together.
‘Sorry, Cal, I’m OK. Did I scare you?’
The light went on and Jay came in. Cal was standing on the other side of the room, backed up against his toy cupboard, eyes wide.
I heard the door open, and the light went on, and Dad came in. I had to screw my eyes up because of the light, and I felt Dad pick me up and cuddle me, smoothing my hair. It made me feel better, that it was light, and my dad was holding me tight, and I stopped feeling so scared.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Looked at Jay, who was looking back at me as he rubbed Cal’s back.
‘Sorry. Sorry Cal. I think I’ll go and sleep on the couch.’
I grabbed the duvet and a pillow and went downstairs to the living room, where the Christmas tree looked sad, trying to sparkle in the dark. I wrapped myself up in the duvet and tried to get comfortable. The dream was still floating around my head, and I felt terrible about the fright I’d given Cal.
Dad kissed my head and leaned back so he could look at me.
‘Are you OK, Cal?’
‘Yes. I was scared when Dec screamed.’
‘I know. He made a bit of a racket, didn’t he. He was probably having a bad dream. Are you going to be alright to go back to sleep?’
I nodded, and Dad took me over to my bed and tucked the duvet round me, telling me I was a big brave boy. He turned the light off, but stayed by the bed, stroking my hair and looking at me. Every so often I felt my breath shudder, but then my eyes closed, and I was asleep.
After a while, the door to the lounge opened and Jay came in. He sat on the end of the sofa, in the dark, and ran his hands through his hair.
łJesus, Dec. You scared the shit out of him. And me. What the fuck were you dreaming about?
‘This man with brown boots. I get flashbacks to getting kicked in the face. It really happened, I can remember the boots. Every dream ends with it, but what happens before changes. I can feel it all again as if it’s really happening. I can’t do anything about it. I’m so sorry I scared Cal.’
Jay shrugged, but whether that meant it didn’t matter, or that Cal was OK, or that he just didn’t know what to do about it, wasn’t clear.
łSo who’s the man in brown boots? Is he the other guy you can’t remember?
‘Fuck knows. Could be. I just wish it would stop. I’ll sleep down here till I go back.’
łJust tonight, yeah? We can make you up a bed in my office tomorrow. Sorry, mate, Cal was really freaked out.
‘Is he OK now?’
łYeah, I think so, he’s gone back to sleep. Don’t really want it to happen again though.
‘I know, it’s fine. I’ll be OK down here.’
łSleep well, then mate. Seriously.
I turned over as he left the room and shut my eyes. I couldn’t sleep, though; there was too much adrenaline pumping through me. I dozed on and off, until I finally slept, some time after six according to the clock on the DVD player.
While I was having my Weeties the next morning, Dad said we were going to go to the park and play football once Dec was awake. Dec had slept in the living room, and the door was still shut, and Dad said I couldn’t go in until he was awake. But I didn’t know if he was awake unless I went in. I opened the door a little bit and peeked round a few times, but Dec always had his eyes shut. Then, finally, I looked in and his eyes were open.
It was light when I woke up again. The DVD clock said nine thirty. I sat up, stretched, feeling the pull on my right arm and noticing it was moving much more freely. The bruising on my left hand had faded considerably – it wasn’t obviously a footprint any more – and my little finger seemed to be almost back to normal size. On the minus side, my back was aching from my half a night on the sofa. The door opened slowly and Cal peeked round.
\he’s awake I can go in now.
He dashed in and jumped on top of me. I lifted my arms out of harm’s way and got a knee in the stomach for my trouble.
‘Gently, mate, I’ve only just woken up. How are you this morning?’
\when can we go and play football? Daddy said when you wake up. You’re awake now, can we go? You’ve been asleep for hours. Did you do any more screams?
‘I don’t think so. Sorry I scared you last night Cal.’
\i wasn’t scared.
‘Oh, OK, well sorry I woke you up, then, was it a bit loud?’
\yes, it was. I think Optimus Prime was scared.
Cal looked at me with big, serious eyes, and I realised I needed to play along with his pretence.
Dad had said I was a big brave boy, and now that it was light, Dec’s screams didn’t seem so bad, and the scared feeling was difficult to remember. I’d gone to sleep with Optimus Prime beside my pillow, and Dec’s screams would have made him a little bit afraid.
‘I’m sure you looked after him, though. So, football, eh? Are you going in goal?’
‘No, I’m too little. I score goals, like Theo Walcott.’
It had been a while since I’d played football with Dec, but surely he hadn’t forgotten that I was always Theo Walcott, who was the striker and not the goalie?
‘Of course. Well, let me have some breakfast and get dressed, and see if Daddy’s ready, then we can go.’
Oh no, not more waiting. I was always waiting for people to finish doing boring things so I could do something exciting, and people never hurried.
‘Why can’t we go now?’
‘Well, because I’m not dressed yet for a start.’
And I’d left my clothes upstairs, with Jay’s mum only a few steps away from another gaping boxers incident.
‘And I need some breakfast. Have you had yours?’
\yes, I had Coco Pops.
‘Well I haven’t had mine. I bet you wouldn’t play football without having your Coco Pops first.’
He thought about this, unwilling to concede anything.
\but you’ll be hours.
‘I won’t, promise. Especially if you run upstairs and bring down my jeans and my t-shirt so I can get dressed.’
He ran out of the room and I could hear him run upstairs, then thunder down again. He gave me my clothes, and I slipped into them under the duvet, unwilling to even risk giving Carol another unwanted flash of my boxers and beyond.
‘OK, now breakfast.’
Cal stuck to me like glue, apparently not trusting I wasn’t going to backtrack on my promise to be quick. Jay, Beth and Carol were in the kitchen, sitting at the table, Jay and Beth still in dressing gowns.
_Hi Dec. How are you this morning?
‘Good thanks. I was just thinking how much better my arm feels. And look at my hand, the bruises have almost gone.’
I showed her.
_It is looking better. Any more dreams?
‘No. Sorry if I woke you up.’
_I think you woke us all up. You were having quite a rough time by the sounds of it.
#What were you dreaming about, dear?
‘It’s kind of this recurring thing, flashbacks to being kicked in the face, and other stuff. And there’s this man wearing brown boots. I’ve been dreaming about him since I got beaten up. It’s been worse since I had my op and remembered who one of them was. I think this other man must be on my mind somehow.
#That’s understandable, dear. It must be terrifying to keep reliving it. You shouldn’t worry about waking us up, we can go back to sleep easily enough. Are you getting any help for it?
Carol’s sympathy and understanding were touching, and a bit of a turnaround from the reception she’d given me a couple of days ago.
‘Hopefully, seeing a psychologist soon.’
#That’s something, then.
Beside me, there was a big sigh from Cal, who was losing patience with the big amount of talk and the small amount of breakfast that was going on.
\dec, are you going to have your Coco Pops?
‘Maybe I won’t have Coco Pops, I think I’ll have some toast and a cup of tea, leave you some Coco Pops for tomorrow. I’ll be as quick as I can. It doesn’t look like Daddy’s quite ready yet.’
I raised my eyebrows at Jay.
łWaiting for you, mate. No point rushing around getting ready for footy if the goalie lets us down.
‘I’m not going in goal.’
łLast up gets no choice.
‘If I land on my arm and knacker it, Don’ll have your guts.’
łOh fu … lip you’re right. No goalie then.
‘You could always do it.’
łDon’t think so.
\daddy come on. Get dressed so we can play football.
łAlright, Cal. Why don’t you go and play with your cars while you’re waiting? Uncle Matty’s awake, he could do with some company.
Cal left the room with a scowl.
łDo us another cup of tea, Beth?
_You could always get it yourself.
łWouldn’t taste as good as yours.
_Jameson Lucas Scott you are a terrible man. Dec, cup of tea? Carol?
I made some toast while Beth boiled the kettle.
_I’ve done one for Matty. Do you want to take it in, Dec? Here’s the tray, just like he likes it. I couldn’t find any doilies, hope he’s not too disappointed.
‘Ha ha, sorry if we woke you up last night. I keep forgetting about the monitor.’
I put my tea and toast on the tray and took it in to Matt’s room, where Cal was already absorbed in his cars and roads.
}Ih’s the maid. Luhvly.
‘How are you this morning?’
}Good. Tohstie. Blanket on ahl night. Noh hypothehmia. Yuh dihnt tell Jay?
‘No. Did you?’
}Noh. Cal sahys yuhr plahying football?
‘Soon as Jay gets dressed.’
‘Sure, if you think you’re up to it. Jay might make you go in goal, though.’
}Juhs wanna geh ouh. Stand up foh meh?
‘Sure thing. CC’s code of conduct’
I glanced at Cal.
‘Orders from Beth. No more inappropriate words for people who … er … have trouble getting around, at least in presence of … er … minors.’
Matt processed that for a moment.
}Oh. She got yuh under the thumb.
‘Pretty much do what I’m told where Beth’s concerned.’
}Wihs man. I wouhd tuh if I wahnt a crihpl.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my tea.
‘Want help with yours?’
Matt shook his head.
}Gihv a try on my ohn.
I handed him the cup. He held it with two hands and sipped the tea from the spout.
}Wha I wouhnt gihv to hahv a nohmal cup.
‘Doesn’t seem much to ask.’
}Toh mahny spihls. Toh much lectric. Mahks meh fehl lihk a bahby tho.
‘Something to work towards then.’
}Chuhs my bahtles?
‘Something like that. When I was having a hard time, not so long ago, it really helped to not look too far ahead. One day at a time, one hour, one minute, however much I could cope with. One second sometimes. Stopped me going completely mad.’
}Mm, only pahtially succehsful Ih’d say.
Jay came in holding his coat.
łOK Cal, I’m ready to go. Pack your road up.
\oh daddy, can’t I leave it up?
łNo, mate it’s in the way if Uncle Matty needs the loo while we’re out.
Matt was looking at me intently, and I got the message.
‘Can Matt come with us for a bit of footie?’
łYeah, good one mate.
‘No, really, just so he can get out for a bit?’
Jay was silent for a moment, looking at Matt, considering.
}Going mad stuhk in hehr. Fehl rehly good today.
łI dunno, Matty, it’s cold out.
}Plehs, Jay, gimme a brehk.
‘Warm clothes, gloves, scarf, flask of coffee?’
Jay was torn. Then he made a decision.
łOK, we’ll wrap you up like a Michelin man. But one shiver or cough and you’re straight back, and no more trips out till summer. And it might not get past Mum and Beth before we even get there.
Matt smiled widely and did a fist pump.
łOK. Cal, you need to clear your road up super-fast – we need to get Uncle Matty’s wheelchair out. Dec, you find as many layers as you can, top and bottom, thick socks, start piling them on. In the drawer there, and here in the cupboard. I’ll make up a flask and explain to the ladies. If I don’t come back, you’ll know it hasn’t gone well – start planning my funeral. And yours, Dec, for suggesting it. Matty, you’re sure you’re up to it?
łGreat job, Cal. When you’ve finished, go and find your football, and the little rugby ball, and get your coat, shoes, scarf and hat. Dec, when you’ve finished with Matty, make sure Cal’s got all his gear on.
I knew this side of Jay from when he coached at Raiders. He would have a plan, and then he would start issuing instructions to get it accomplished. He was efficient and organised. It was like working with him again, and very different from domestic Jay, who was haphazard and a bit lazy.
I pulled t-shirts, hoodies and jumpers out of the drawers, and found a pair of thermal longjohns, some jeans and some baggy tracksuit bottoms in the cupboard. I held up the longjohns, grinning.
‘Nice. Planning on going to the Arctic?’
}Noh, just tuh the fucking pahk. Dohnt nehd all this.
‘I disagree. You nearly got hypothermia last night just coming to the living room.’
} … fair poiht. OK, pihl ih on.
Matt took off his t-shirt and held his hand out for the first layer. As he put it on I couldn’t help noticing how thin he was; his ribs were showing through his skin, and I could see his collar bones, which stood out prominently. It occurred to me why he’d got so cold last night; he had no energy reserves in his body. It would explain why he got so tired as well.
Matt covered himself up with a long sleeved tight fitting top, and then put on another t-shirt, a thin zip-up hoody, a thicker hoody and a woollen jumper. The trousers were a bit more problematic. Matt could stand, but had difficulty bending down to pull anything up. He looked at me with a resigned expression.
}Jus fucking do ih. Goh minus ten thouhsand mahn poihts anyway.
I pulled up the longjohns, jeans and finally the tracksuit bottoms.
‘Shall I tuck the bottom shirt in somewhere? Don’t want a draught.’
‘Piss off, just remember who got you this gig in the first place.’
}My etehnal gratituhd.
‘I should think so.’
I tucked as many of the top layers as I could in the tracksuit bottoms, remembering how it had felt for me not so long ago to not be able to dress myself, trying not to think about how embarrassed Matt might be.
‘Right, socks and shoes. Where are they?’
}Socks top drawhr. Shohs – dohno. Hahnt wohn any since I goh hehr.
‘OK, I’ll have a look around. Cal, well done clearing up your road. Go and find your coat and stuff now, yeah?’
\is Uncle Matty coming with us?
‘Yeah. Good, eh?’
\yes but can we go soon?
‘Yeah, go and get your coat and stuff – er – shoes, hat, gloves, scarf. Oh and Daddy said get a football and a rugby ball?’
He toddled off, but I had no idea if he was going where he was supposed to. Jay came back in.
łI think I convinced them. Not that happy about it though. They’re going to come along so they can fuss over you.
Matt pulled a face.
łDon’t worry, I’ll put Mum in goal and Beth can ref. That’ll keep them out of trouble.
łYou look about ready – what are you looking for, Dec?
łUse my hiking boots, in the porch. Matty’s same size as me. Right, we need your coat, and I’ll get you a scarf, gloves, hat. Back in a minute.
I went and fetched the hiking boots from the hall, and put them on over the thick socks from the drawer. Matt was sitting on the edge of the bed.
‘Do you want to get in your chair?’
}Wait foh coht. Only hahv to stand up agahn.
‘Good point. Is this all really worth it?’
}Yeh. Nehd to goh ouh. Chohs bahtle.
Jay came back with a coat, scarf, gloves and hat.
łDec, you’ve got nothing on your feet, and you need more than a t-shirt. I’ll do this, you go and sort yourself out. Where’s Cal?
‘Getting his stuff together.’
łCan you check on him?
I ran upstairs to Cal’s room, grabbed my trainers and socks. Cal wasn’t up there. I put my socks and trainers on and went to the pegs in the hall to get my coat. Cal’s coat was still hanging up, along with his scarf and hat, so I grabbed them and went in search of him. He was in the living room, having been sidetracked by a dinosaur game.
‘Cal! I thought you wanted to go out. Here’s your coat. Put it on.
I helped him into it, and the scarf and hat.
‘Where are your shoes?’
I went back to the hallway, found a pair of wellies with a pair of socks screwed up in them. Took them back to Cal.
‘Where’s your football?’
I ran upstairs to his bedroom, and after a brief search found the football and rugby ball nestling together under the bed. Came back downstairs, just as Jay was wheeling Matt out of his bedroom. I could hardly see him under all the layers, but his eyes were shining.
łWhere’s Beth and Mum?
_We’re here, just need to get my coat – Matty, is that you under all that? No danger of frostbite then.
}Bluhdy douht ih, hard to geh frohsbite and heatstrohk ah sahm tihm. Ihm bluhdy boihling.
‘In the living room putting his wellies on.’
Beth went to fetch him, while Carol got her coat. Finally, we were all ready to go out. I handed Cal the football, and held onto the small rugby ball. Span it all the way to the park, enjoying being able to use both hands without too much discomfort.
And so I had to wait and wait while Dec got dressed, then had breakfast, then talked to Uncle Matty, then Uncle Matty wanted to come and play football, so he had to get dressed as well, and then Mum and Granny wouldn’t let Uncle Matty come unless they came with a flask of coffee, and then Dec had to find my wellies and coat and hat and scarf and a football and a rugby ball, and then at last we were ready to go.
Uncle Matty was in his wheelchair, which Dad pushed. He was wearing lots and lots of clothes, because Dad was worried about how cold it was, and Uncle Matty hadn’t been outside since before it was winter, and he had been very poorly. Uncle Matty counted, and he had three pairs of trousers, five jumpers, a coat, gloves, a woolly hat and a scarf on. He grumbled a lot about having to wear it all, but he was smiling, and he looked happy to be going to the park.
So, thanks to some fancy talking from the kid and some pleading from me, I actually left the house. They were all going to sod off to the park and leave me with Mum, but I wasn’t having that. Last night I walked across the bloody hall to the living room, even if they didn’t know it because neither Dec nor I had told them, and if they were going out, this newly expanded family I seemed to be part of, I was going too.
The park wasn’t far, just beyond the garden centre. There were a few other people there, but nobody using the football pitch. Cal threw the ball on to the pitch and ran after it, dribbling it up to the goal and scoring.
\can someone go in goal?
Jay looked at me. I held up my bandaged arm and shook my head. He admitted defeat and trudged off to stand between the posts.
\dec will you be on my team?
‘Course. Team Cal, yeah?’
\Mummy and Granny can be on the other team and Uncle Matty is referee.
_I don’t think Granny or me are actually going to be playing, Cal. We’ll just watch, and drink some of this coffee.
Beth held up the flask and started to open it while Cal reassessed his options.
\dec you can be the other team and try to score past Daddy. I will tackle you.
I knew how this worked: I had to let Cal get the ball off me so he could have a shot at goal. Jay was supposed to let it in, but he was so competitive he couldn’t always bring himself to. I dribbled the ball up to the six yard box, and slowed as Cal ran up to me, letting him kick the ball away from my feet.
\and Walcott steals the ball from Dec, he shoots –
Cal kicked the ball hard but not very accurately at the goal. Jay graciously dived over the top of it and let it in.
\walcott scores. The goalie had no chance. One nil to Arsenal.
We carried on like this for some time, sometimes Jay would let the ball in, mostly he would save it, and he got pretty muddy from diving around in the goalmouth. Beth, Carol and Matt cheered every goal. After Cal had scored a lot of goals, and Jay had saved a few more, Beth shouted over to us.
_Matty wants a go, take a penalty.
\for my team?
_If you want.
\yes. Here’s the spot, Uncle Matty.
Beth wheeled Matt over to the penalty spot. I expected him to kick it from his chair, but he stood up, shakily, and beckoned me over.
}Need yuh tuh lean on. Stahd still.
Cal placed the ball on the penalty spot. Matt stood with one arm across my shoulders and swung back with his right leg, connecting well with the ball. It headed for the bottom corner of the goal, but at the last second Jay just got a hand to it.
łNo favours, mate. Better luck next time.
As Matt sat back down in the wheelchair, he was panting.
}Noh hohding bahk nex tihm. Yuhr tohst.
He had a huge smile on his face.
}Thihk I shouhd goh back now.
‘OK, let’s go.’
}Noh, s’okay. Mum and Beth can do it. Stay wih Cal. Thahks, Dec. Fucking awesohm.
Beth wheeled Matt away, with Carol in attendance.
We cheered Cal scoring goals, which he did through a combination of luck and generosity on the part of Dec and Jay. I even stood up and took a penalty myself, although my bastard goalie brother couldn’t bring himself to let me actually score. I was astounded at my physical prowess.
I got a bit tired, alright I was completely wiped, and my feet were bloody freezing, so I decided to go back before I was dragged back.,
Jay picked up the ball and walked over, trying in vain to wipe some of the mud from his clothes. He was pretty much covered from head to foot.
łLast time I’m ever being goalie. Hey, Cal, what about a bit of throwing?
He picked up the rugby ball and tossed it to me. It was much smaller than I was used to, but it was Cal sized. We threw the ball between us for a bit, and it felt great, even with the small ball and on the muddy park pitch. I had really missed being outside with a ball, being physical.
I could feel how far my fitness had slipped in the time – was it less than two weeks? – since I had ended up in hospital, and now I was moving about again, I really wanted to get back to training.
I threw the ball to Cal, who threw it back. As I caught it, I had an urge to go on a run with it, so I tucked the ball into my arm and set off down the field, intent on crossing the goal line as if I was scoring a try under the posts. It felt really good to stretch my legs, as unused muscles in my calves and thighs came back to life.
I heard Jay pounding after me, didn’t think he’d be able to catch me, or even that he’d be trying, so it came as a huge shock when I felt him grab my waist and pull me down. I fell awkwardly, onto my right shoulder, and everything in my right arm protested.