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.