… the next thing I knew I was in bed, and it was still dark, but I felt backwards for my stocking and … HE’D BEEN! My stocking was full of presents. I wanted to start opening them straight away, but I was supposed to take the stocking in to Mum and Dad so they could watch, and I didn’t know what the time was. While I wondered what to do, I heard noises coming from below me. More of Dec’s noises.
‘No … no, no … mm … nnn … unh …’
He was louder than last night, and I wanted to see if he would do another swear, and then he would be awake and could help me with my stocking.
I climbed down the ladder and stood by Dec, wondering how to wake him up. He was moving around in the bed, twisting the duvet round him. I reached out and touched his cheek, and his eyes snapped open, although he wasn’t looking at me. He tried to sit up, and banged his head on the underneath of my bed.
… felt a slash to my cheek, heard glass shattering, felt blows raining down on my body, lay there helpless as I watched a brown boot heading towards my face …
Woke up in darkness, sweating, confused, disoriented. Could hear breathing close by. Tried to sit up, banged my head.
Remembered doing the same yesterday. Cal. I was in Cal’s room.
It worked! He’d said a swear, and he was awake. He rubbed his head as he lay down again, and looked at me.
‘You made noises again. I poked your face and you shouted. You did another swear.’
Dec looked at me, then shook his head, blinked, and nodded.
‘Sorry, mate, must have been dreaming again.’
‘Can I open my stocking?’
‘What? Oh. What time is it? Where’s your dinosaur clock?’
My dinosaur clock just said numbers, and I didn’t always know if they meant it was time to get up. I picked it up and showed Dec.
‘No, Cal, it’s far too early. It’s not even morning yet. Go back to bed.’
‘Can I come in with you?’
‘Try to go back to sleep in your bed, yeah?’
I’d been pretty sure he would say that, after Dad told him I wasn’t allowed in with him and Mum, but it was always worth a try. However, after being back in my bed for ages and ages, I still wasn’t asleep, and I could hear Dec still moving around, so I knew he wasn’t asleep either. I climbed back down the ladder and had another go.
He lasted about five minutes in his own bed, then hopped back down the ladder.
\i can’t get back to sleep. Can I come in with you?
I had no resistance – it was too late, I was too tired, I’d missed him too much.
‘Come on then.’
I shuffled over to the wall, while Cal took up the rest of the available space. He was asleep in seconds, while I carried on thinking about my dreams, worrying about why I kept revisiting the beating.
I fell asleep for a while, and then woke up again and thought it must be time by now. Dec was still asleep, or had his eyes shut. I tried to look in his eyes by pulling his eyelids up. Then Dec opened his eyes on his own.
‘Stop that, Cal, I’m awake now.’
‘Is it time yet?’
I showed Dec the clock again, but he shook his head.
‘Not yet. If you go back to sleep, it will go quicker.’
This was torture. My stocking was right there, waiting to be opened, and every second felt like years. It was all I could think about, and going back to sleep would be impossible.
‘But I can’t, I want to open my stocking. Santa’s been. Has he been downstairs?’
‘Yeah, mate, he’ll have been everywhere.’
‘Can I go and see?’
‘No, stay up here, wait till Mummy and Daddy and Granny are ready to go down.’
‘But Granny takes ages, she always says ‘just let me wash my hands’ and then she’s a long time.’
‘I know it’s annoying having to wait, but that’s the rule. Shall I tell you a story while we’re waiting?’
A story with Dec might make the waiting more bearable, so I nodded and snuggled up against him.
‘How about the end of the Christmas Mouse? You fell asleep before we finished it last night.’
That sounded good. I had wanted to hear about the mouse.
Dec wasn’t reading the story, he was remembering it from his head, and he got some bits wrong, like forgetting their names, and what order things happened in, but I helped him, and we got to the end, where the cat went to live with Santa.
When it was ‘The End’, Dec looked at the clock.
‘OK, it’s time now. You can take your stocking in to Mummy and Daddy.’
I jumped out of bed really quickly, took the stocking off the end of the bed and ran to Mum and Dad’s room. The door was locked, and I rattled the handle lots of times before I heard it unlock, and Dad opened the door. He had his pants on, and his hair was sticking up.
‘Hey Cal. Is it that time already? Merry Christmas.’
He got back into bed, and I jumped on top of the duvet. Mum was just waking up, and she sat up so I could cuddle her and give her a kiss.
‘Happy Christmas sweetheart. Ooh, what have you got here? Santa’s been busy, hasn’t he?’
‘Is Dec awake, Cal?’
‘Go and get him. I’m sure he’d like to watch you open your stocking.’
Mum laughed and cuffed Dad on the arm, but didn’t say not to fetch Dec. Frustrated that it was taking so long to get to opening the stocking, I raced back to my room and tugged on Dec’s arm.
‘Daddy says come and watch.’
‘Come on, I want to open my stocking. Daddy says.’
I pulled Dec’s hand until he came with me. He stopped to put clothes on, but I couldn’t wait for him, and I went back to Mum and Dad.
I jumped on the bed and emptied the parcels onto the bed, then started tearing paper off, while Dec came in and sat on the end of the bed and yawned. There was lots of cool stuff: toys, pens, badges, games, a torch, Pokémon cards, chocolate coins, and dinosaurs. But now I’d opened everything, I started thinking about the big presents that might be downstairs under the tree in the living room and in Uncle Matty’s room.
As I walked into Jay and Beth’s room, I mouthed ‘you bastard’ over the top of Cal’s head, but Jay just laughed as Cal jumped on the bed, up-ended the stocking and started ripping paper off parcels. He made short work of it all, and soon had a pile of small, exciting looking stuff. Then he immediately wanted more.
‘When can we go downstairs?’
‘Not yet, Cal, it’s far too early for Granny and Uncle Matty. Play with your stocking toys for a bit.’
‘When we hear Granny get up. She won’t be late, but it’s still too early for her.’
It was like nobody else was excited about Christmas at all, and nobody seemed to want to go downstairs.
‘Just be patient sweetheart. You’ve got all these lovely things in your stocking.’
‘Maybe Dec will play in your room with you while you’re waiting?’
Well I suppose playing with some of these new toys would make the wait more fun. And I remembered what I’d thought yesterday, about sharing my stocking with Dec if he’d been too bad to have his own. Dec hadn’t had his own stocking, so it was only fair that I let him play with my things for a while.
Jay had an evil glint in his eye. I had been hoping to go back to bed for at least an hour or two. However, Beth was looking at me hopefully, and she looked wiped out. I caved.
‘Come on then Cal. Let’s take all this stuff back to your room. We’ll have to play quietly though.’
Cal gathered up his new treasures and ran back to his room. I looked Jay in the eyes.
‘You guys are seriously taking the piss.’
He grinned and settled down under the duvet.
łMerry Christmas, Dec. Thanks for the lie-in. Best present ever.
_Thank you, sweetheart.
Cal and I played with his toys for the next hour and a half. I loved it. We made up games, imagined stories about things and pretended our heads off. Tired as I was, I wouldn’t have swapped this Christmas morning for any other morning in my life. For a long time, I thought I’d never see Cal again. I wanted to enjoy every minute now I was back here. Finally, we heard movement from down the hall. Cal noticed before me.
I got up and went to the door, ready to run downstairs and start on the big presents, but Dec called me back.
‘Give her a minute, Cal, she’ll need to get dressed and stuff, and we’ll all need breakfast first. I know it’s hard, Christmas is exciting, but we might have to wait a bit. And we need to see if Matt’s getting up as well.’
Not more waiting. I was so fed up of waiting and waiting.
‘Ohh, but I’ve been waiting for hours.’
‘Only because you woke up so early. If you’d gone back to sleep, it would have seemed like no time at all. Come on, let’s have another go with this car – look, if you push this button, the lights come on.’
We heard another door open, then Jay came into the room, running his hands through his hair.
łOK, Dec, you’ve done your stint, thanks, mate. Go back to bed if you want.
‘No, I’m OK, I’m awake now. I’ll make a cup of tea, though, if you like.’
łThat’d be great. Seriously, thanks for this. Beth gets really tired at the moment, she needed the extras.
‘She did look wiped. Tea for all then.’
łCome on Cal, lets see if Mummy wants to play with all this cool stuff.
Jay picked Cal up in one arm and scooped the toys up in the other, and I heard them chatting as he took Cal into their room.
I went downstairs and filled the kettle, putting mugs out on the side. I found Matt’s spouted cup and put it out too. Decided to see if he was awake. Pushed open the door to his room. It was dark and I couldn’t see him, but could hear his noisy breathing.
I was awake before anyone came into my room the next day. It was Christmas Day; I could hardly believe how excited I was at the thought of actually getting up, leaving my room and sitting down to eat dinner. People did it every day of their lives, sometimes twice a day, but I’d like to bet it had never meant as much to any of those unthinking bastards who wasted their lives not appreciating the finer things like a place at a table, or holding a knife and fork properly. I resolved never to take things like leaving my bedroom for granted again.
I started to hear sounds from above, noises that made me think I wasn’t the only one awake. It was unlikely Cal would have slept through, with the amount of Santa anticipation he had been experiencing, and I knew the plan was that he would come in here first for some presents. So when the door opened and it was Dec, I was a little bit disappointed. I’d been looking forward to the squealing, the shining eyes, the thrill of watching a small child do Christmas morning.
I’d never spent Christmas with Jay, Beth and Cal, having always found ways to avoid it before, despite Mum asking me to go down there with her every year. Beans on toast in front of the Doctor Who Christmas Special had been my middle finger up to ‘tradition’ and ‘commercialism’, but this year I was going to throw myself into the family Christmas vibe if it was the last thing I did. However, it looked like it wasn’t going to start yet, as Dec poked his head round the door.
‘Course, ih’s Chrihsmus. ‘Cited.’
‘Want some tea?’
‘Prehfer a tequila slahmer and a hot waihtress.’
If you didn’t ask, you didn’t get.
‘I’m just doing tea for now. No drinks with worms in before breakfast. And I’m as hot as you’re getting, hope you can handle it.’
He made me laugh, this kid. I pulled a face at him.
‘Hahv tuh do. Disappointihg lack of clehvage.’
‘Tough shit. Back in a minute, then.’
While I was playing, I heard Dec and Uncle Matty talking on the speaker, and just managed to hear a swear before Dad switched it off.
‘Those two are getting on well.’
‘I know. We’re going to have to watch out if Matty perks up a bit. Could cause all sorts of mischief.’
‘It would be lovely if Matty did perk up, though. Maybe he’s needed someone to cause mischief with.’
‘God, Beth, don’t wish that on us.’
I made tea for everyone, and a juice for Cal, realised I didn’t know everyone’s milk and sugar requirements, so had to make a up a tray with a jug of milk, a bowl of sugar and some teaspoons. I tested the weight, judged I could carry it up the stairs even with my shoddy arms. I took the tray up to Jay and Beth, who were still in bed watching Cal re-enact some of our earlier games.
łGet you, Mr Domesticated. You’ll make someone a lovely wife one day. One sugar, stirred please.
_Thanks Dec, this is a treat.
łWhat do you mean? I do you tea in bed.
_Once in a blue moon. Cal, Dec’s done you some juice too. Careful now, don’t spill it.
‘I’ve made one for your mum, Jay, not sure where she is?’
łShe was in the bathroom, but I think she’s back in her room now. Give her a knock. About time we were thinking of getting moving, I suppose. Or, maybe we’ll just stay here for a few more hours and let Dec get on with cooking the dinner.
‘Really? I can only do woossy beans. And I need help to use the can opener.’
łIt’s almost worth having woossy beans for Christmas dinner in exchange for a couple of extra hours in bed. Is that one for Matty? You saw him already?
‘Yeah, he asked for tequila.’
łWe heard. Dec, you do know there’s a monitor by his bed, we can hear everything until it’s turned off …
‘Sh … eep shoes. I completely forgot. Sorry.’
I glanced quickly at Cal, who was immersed in driving cars across the duvet.
łYeah, well, luckily certain ears were more interested in playing with their new space ships than listening to your witty repartee. Sounds like he’s OK then?
‘Seemed OK. I wasn’t in there for long. Better go and distribute.’
I took the tray along the hall and tapped on Jay’s mum’s door.
‘Mrs Scott, would you like a cup of tea?’
She opened the door, saw the tray, looked surprised.
#How lovely, oh and you’ve brought milk and sugar.
‘I didn’t know how you take it.’
#Just milk, thank you. Is this one for Matthew?
‘Yeah, I’m just going to take it in.’
#He might need help to drink it.
‘That’s OK, I can manage.’
I played on Mum and Dad’s bed for a while longer, and then the thrill of my stocking toys began to be overtaken by wanting to open more presents, and I asked again if we could go downstairs.
‘OK, Cal, you’ve been very patient. And Granny and Uncle Matty seem to be awake, so let’s go down. Put your slippers on first, though.’
Oh, there was always something I had to do first. I ran into my room and pushed my slippers on my feet. As I came out of my room, Granny was coming out of hers, and she gave me a cuddle and wished me Happy Christmas, and I cuddled her back but wriggled out of it as soon as I could because I wanted to be downstairs with the presents.
True to his word, the kid was soon back. I’d taken the opportunity to close my eyes, just for a minute … and I was suddenly aware he was peering at my face, a tray in his hands. Bugger it, I’d gone back to sleep.
‘Yeh, I’m stihl alihv.’
‘Glad to hear it, keep up the good work. Do you want the light on?’
He was actually asking if I wanted stuff. Jay just barged in and turned everything on, whether I was asleep or not.
‘Lamp plehs, and Chrihsmus lights. Monitor off?’
Dec put the tray on the table by my bed and then flicked all the switches; the lights from the Christmas tree making the pile of presents sparkle. I hadn’t appreciated last night what a huge pile there was.
‘Fuck meh, tha’s a loh of presents.’
‘You should see the living room. Floor to ceiling, practically. Want a cuppa?’
‘Yeh. Lihk the trahy. Dohn fancy the waihtress muhch thogh.’
‘She returns the compliment. Does sir take milk and sugar?’
‘Mihk, two suhgrs. Shoht of vodka.’
Another instance of if you don’t ask, you don’t get. Although I seemed to be doing a lot of asking and not a lot of getting.
‘You might have to imagine the vodka. And in tea? Strange tastes. Do you need help with the cup, or can you manage?’
Again with the asking. I could get used to this.
‘Gihv ih a goh. Migh need hehp. Geh rehdy tuh catch. Thahks fuh ahsking.’
I took the cup in both hands, slightly nervous as I hadn’t tried to do this on my own for a while, but that’s what the sodding spout was for, wasn’t it, in case of spillages. I held the offending item to my mouth, taking a couple of gulps.
‘Couhd do wih more imahginry vodka.’
‘Everyone’s a critic.’
‘Are they ahl up yeht?’
‘Your mum’s up, Cal’s been up since five to three, on and off, Jay and Beth were still in bed last I saw.’
‘Fihv tuh threh? Ha ha.’
Part of me would have loved to have been there when Cal first woke up and realised Santa had been, but most of me was glad I hadn’t had to be there at such a supremely ridiculous hour of the morning.
‘Yeah, thanks for the sympathy.’
I ran down the stairs, and into Uncle Matty’s room, because that’s where Mum said we were going to start, and skidded to a stop as I saw the tree and all the presents underneath it. I had never seen so many exciting looking presents in my life – and I was sure there were more in the living room.
The door burst open and Cal bounced in, stopping in awe when he saw the tree and presents underneath. There it was, that little shining face – it was almost worth being tied to this bed by the fucking bastard just so I could be there to see it. Jay and Beth were behind him, still in dressing gowns and slippers. Beth walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
‘Merry Christmas, Matty. Wait, Cal, don’t start yet, we’ve got to get Uncle Matty up and ready first. Give Uncle Matty a kiss, then come and have some breakfast with me while Daddy stays in here.‘
So there was going to be more waiting, and I’d have to have my breakfast first.
Cal jumped onto the bed, with an enthusiasm that made me wince when I remembered him doing the same to me in hospital, and hugged Matt.
‘Mehry Chrihsmus, Cal. Sohry, wohn be lohng.’
Jay gave me an appraising look. Whatever he saw, it was all good.
‘You’re looking better mate, I was expecting you to be trashed after yesterday. Feel up to it this morning? Oh, Merry Christmas.’
He ruffled my hair, as if I was the same age as Cal. It made me feel like a special little brother, in a good way and in a bloody annoying way.
‘Yeh, up tuh ih.’
I’d been waiting for this all week, I would have said I was up to it even if one of my legs had dropped off.
‘I’ll leave you to it. See you later, Matt.’
Dec picked up the tray and started to leave the room.
‘Thahks foh vodka.’
Jay gave Dec a quizzical look, probably wondering if he had been daft enough to give me alcohol for breakfast, thus necessitating several calls to out of hours GPs about mixing pills and booze.
‘It was imaginary.’
Jay looked relieved at first, then he frowned as he tried to work out what Dec meant. Comical.
Jay and I made short work of getting me ready. I felt energised, I did loads for myself, and Jay wondered aloud if my enforced sleeping for most of yesterday had somehow done me good. I had no answers for him, but didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and just enjoyed feeling better. It looked like Christmas dinner was a goer. Woohoo.
Cal jiggled through his breakfast, hardly able to keep still. Jay’s mum had come downstairs too, and the three of us ate toast in the kitchen.
\when is Uncle Matty ready?
_He won’t be long. Daddy always helps him get up in the morning, Cal, you know that. Sometimes he needs more help. You’ll just have to be patient.
\can I go in the living room?
_Not yet, sweetheart.
\but I’ve been waiting for hours.
#Calum, what did you get in your stocking? Aren’t you going to show me?
He dashed upstairs and got his new toys, spreading them over the table, talking excitedly about his favourites. Jay came in as Cal was bombarding the remains of his breakfast with laser fire from the front of a spaceship.
_All done with Matty?
łJust need to sort the meds. Have we got any more of the blue ones? I can’t remember what they’re called.
_I’ll do it.
Beth left the table and went into Matt’s room.
#How is he, dear?
łSeems OK this morning. Doing quite a lot for himself. He got a good rest yesterday, one way and another. He might make it through today with a bit of luck.
#Oh, that is good news.
She seemed relieved.
#You’re so good to him, he’s very lucky. I’m sorry I can’t do more.
łNot now, Mum. Have some more tea.
He got up and put the kettle on.
łActually, I think Dec should do this. I am declaring him official Scott household tea maker. He uses a tray and everything. Very genteel.
‘Nothing genteel about it, saved me running up and down the stairs all morning carrying drinks.’
łAnd he’s practical and efficient with it.
Beth reappeared and washed her hands.
_OK, Cal, Uncle Matty’s ready for us now. Want to open some presents?
Cal jumped down from his chair and sped off into Matt’s room. The rest of us followed at a more sedate pace. Jay’s mum kissed and hugged Matt and sat in the chair. Cal stood in front of the tree, eyes wide. Jay had brought another chair for Beth; Jay and I sat on the floor.
łOK, Cal, first you need to find a present for everyone, then you can find one with your name on it. Shall I help you?
\no Daddy, I can read people’s names.
łOK then. Where’s mine?
Cal distributed a present for everyone, including a rectangular one for me, and then set to the rest of the pile. I watched in fascination as a small human paper-ripping machine made very short work of what was probably a couple of hours worth of cutting and sellotaping. He was methodical, looking at and appraising each present after opening, but not getting anything out of its box or playing with it. We were all mesmerised, and none of us had opened our presents.
At last. I didn’t know which to choose first, there were all sizes and shapes. I chose the one closest to me, tore the paper off and it was a Lego dinosaur, one which I’d put on my list to Santa. As I opened the other presents, a lot of the things were what I’d put on my list to Santa, but not an Arsenal shirt with Theo Walcott on the back, and not Optimus Prime. I didn’t realise everyone was watching me until Uncle Matty spoke.
I looked at him, and he was smiling at me, but hadn’t opened his present. Dad noticed that too.
‘Yeah, you need to get ripping a bit yourself, mate. What do you think, Cal, wait for a minute and see what Santa brought Matty?’
I didn’t want to stop to see what Uncle Matty had in his present, because it was going to be something for grown-ups, like soap or something to drink, but Dad looked at me like he did when it was ‘no arguing’, and I put the present I had in my hand back on the floor.
‘Ehvryohn, noh jus meh.’
‘OK, everyone then. After three – one, two, three, rip.’
Nobody else had opened their presents either, but now they all took the paper off. Their presents were all from Santa, even Dec’s, so maybe he hadn’t been all bad. Uncle Matty was having trouble with his paper though.
‘Cal, cahn yuh hehp meh? Tuh much tahpe.’
I got onto the bed and tore a bit of paper in the corner.
‘Here, look, Uncle Matty, if you pull it, it will tear.’
After I showed him, Uncle Matty opened it easily. There was a box with a picture of a computer on the front. It wasn’t soap or drink, and Uncle Matty liked computers. So did I sometimes, when you could play games with them.
Presents between us in the past had been hit and miss. I’d always sent something down there for Cal, but never really knew what to get Jay and Beth, and so it might be a hamper, it might be vouchers, or it might be nothing at all. And Mum always came back from her Devon Christmas with a bottle of something alcoholic for me from them. Sometimes it was something useful, like ten year old scotch, and sometimes it was a bottle of something green with Greek writing on it.
So I was completely unprepared to open, with Cal’s help, an iPad. I could have cried, for many reasons, not least of which was their thoughtfulness and generosity, but Cal was sitting on the bed looking at the box excitedly, and I held myself together and looked at them instead, trying to convey my gratitude. They had bought me a cheap mobile phone when we realised mine had gone, just so they could contact me if they were out, but this, this was above and beyond.
‘What is it?’
‘Whoa, shih, eye pad. Thahnks Sahnta. Oops, sohry foh swehr, Beth.’
‘What’s a eye pad?’
It sounded like something a pirate might wear, but that wasn’t what the picture on the box said.
‘Plahy games, watch fihms, intehnet, music.’
That sounded like fun. I could see me spending lots of time with Uncle Matty showing him how to play games.
‘Can I use it with you?’
‘Yeh Cal, prohbly nehd yuhr hehp.’
łWhat did Santa bring everyone else? I got a DVD, cheers Santa.
_Necklace, lovely, thanks Santa. Carol?
#My favourite perfume, how did Santa know?
I knew they’d bought Dec an iPhone, as I’d helped them load the address book and add some apps I thought he might like; I sneaked a look at him as he opened it, and he looked as overwhelmed as me.
They looked at me. I was pretty speechless. Santa had brought me the latest smartphone. Previous Christmases had been low key in the present department, although Cal always had loads – for me, it had always been about who I was with, not what I’d got. This was a big present, one I felt unworthy of. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
So everyone else had grown-up presents, but we hadn’t found out what Dec had got. Everyone looked at him. He looked like he was about to cry. Again. I wondered what he’d got. Maybe he’d been so bad that he’d just got a lump of coal, like Dad said would happen to me if I was really bad.
łUh oh, look out, blub club’s about to reconvene.
\what did Santa bring you, Dec?
‘A new phone, mate. Just what I wanted.’
_I think you’ll find Santa’s programmed it with the names and numbers of your friends and family. No more lists of numbers for you to lose.
‘I don’t know what to say –’
I looked at Jay and Beth.
‘– except thank you. Er, thank you Santa.’
łOK, Cal, finish off those last couple and we’ll get out of Uncle Matty’s hair for a bit.
łSeriously, Matty, if you want to do dinner, you’re going to need to rest up. We’ll go in the living room.
}Lehv the dohr open? Soh I can hehr?
łOK mate. Get some rest, though, yeah? Come on, Cal, leave those now, you can come back later and have a play. There’s more in the living room.
Eventually Cal finished his parcel Armageddon, and was eager to move into the living room for round two. I wanted them to stay, to prolong being part of the festivities, but there was no way Cal was going to stay in here when there were more presents in the other room. And Jay told me to rest up before dinner because he was a bossy twat (is what I thought to myself in my disgruntlement). As they all disappeared across the hall into the living room, I felt more than ever the frustration and loneliness of being part of but not part of everything that went on. They included me as much as they could, like just now, but until I could get about by myself, I was just going to get snippets of normality, then hours of staring at the inside of my eyelids.
Just as I was starting to get up a real head of steam on some major self-pity, I realised Dec was still sitting on the floor, looking a bit emotional. Wondering if I could distract him, I looked at the box in his hands.
While Cal zoomed out of the room to get stuck into the huge pile in the lounge, I stayed where I was for a moment, feeling overwhelmed.
‘Oh, I’ll get grief for saying it, but it’s too much. I don’t deserve it.’
‘You know what I did, right?’
Jay had been vague about the details of what exactly Dec had done to push himself so far out of favour, although I knew there was money involved, and some kind of accident, and Beth had avoided the question altogether. Mum would only say ‘that boy …’ and look angry, and I hadn’t had the energy to push it with any of them. Now I wanted to know what had gone on.
‘… noht detahls.’
‘Oh. Well, I … things just got … shit, it’s so hard to remember everything exactly, let alone explain it. OK, first I crashed my car and someone died. Then I stole some money. Then I lied to fucking everyone about fucking everything. Then … oh there’s a shitload more to it than that, but that’s the main bit. I let everyone down, after all they did for me. They shouldn’t be buying me stuff like this.’
Dec gestured to the box containing the phone, while I tried to assimilate what he had told me. Some day I was going to have to get the whole story, although it sounded maybe too complicated for me to be able to focus on right now. Whatever the whole truth, things probably weren’t as bald and bleak as he had just told me, especially not now, and if Jay and Beth had asked him up here for Christmas, then he deserved whatever they wanted to give him, however he felt about it. Maybe if I tried some pragmatism.
‘Dihnt yohr phohn get trahshed?’
Jay had told me Dec’s phone had been smashed when he was beaten up. It had been irreparable and the police still had the bits, in an attempt to recover some useful data from it.
‘Was ih insuhred?’
I was pretty sure I knew what the answer would be to this one; kids never insured their phones.
‘Can yuh affohd a new ohn?’
I knew the answer to this one as well; Dec had no money, and no possessions, since the bastards who beat him up stole his keys and his wallet, trashed his flat and emptied his miniscule bank account.
I shrugged as if it answered everything.
‘Sahnta knohs best. Stahy fuh bit? Tuh quieht on my ohn.’
I could hear Cal talking nonstop across the hall, and if I sat and listened to it on my own I’d start getting miserable. I didn’t want to be miserable today.
Matt didn’t seem shocked by what I’d just told him; he almost seemed keen to reassure me.
‘Course. Although I wouldn’t call the excitement going on in there quiet.’
}Mahks meh lohnly.
‘Sorry, Matt, didn’t think. Must be tough, sometimes.’
}Mohst of the tihm. This ihn’t lihf.
He waved his arm around the room.
‘You’re doing OK, getting better by all accounts.’
I don’t know why I felt this need to unburden, all of a sudden, but there it was. Self-pity manifesting itself despite my best efforts.
‘Slohly. Lahs Chrihsmus I wahs in fucking New Yohk wih my girfriehd. Sehms lihk fuhever ago. Dohnt fehl lihk I’ll ever geh ih bahk. Fehl soh guilty, Jay an Behth gahv up evrything to wihpe my ahrs.’
And there it was, full blown poor me. It had just come out, and Dec was the lucky recipient of my need to share. First it was bottles full of my piss, then prattlings full of my despondency. Where would it end?
‘Because they wanted to. I do know how you feel. It’s hard to let people make sacrifices for you.’
I wanted to return the reassurance he’d given me, and tried to think of something that might help him.
‘But do you know what, when I was talking to Jay last night, he said that him and Beth want to do this for you, he doesn’t want anyone else looking after you, wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t think he sees it as a sacrifice, it’s something he wants to do – oh, no mate, don’t …’
As he was talking, I just got a sense that he really did know how I felt, that somehow our experiences had been similar enough that he really did get it. And that felt huge. And then he reminded me that Jay had given up everything for me, and told me Jay had wanted to do it. I would never understand that, could never be grateful enough, would always feel guilty and unworthy.
It just welled up in me, and started pouring out of me in deep, heaving sobs. I couldn’t stop it, I sat with my hand over my face, wishing I was somewhere else, grateful for the excitement from across the hall that would be masking the sound of the tears that were unmanning me. I felt Dec take my other hand, and it surprised me enough to reduce the outpouring a little.
‘Ih’s soh fucking unfaihr.’
I meant all of it: me being ill, Jay and Beth feeling they had to uproot their lives, Carrie leaving me, everything.
It wasn’t just filling up, this time, Matt was really sobbing, covering his face with one hand, whole body shuddering with each breath. I held his other hand, didn’t know what else to do, feeling bad that I’d brought this on him.
‘I know, mate. You’re right.’
I wished Rose was here, she was great at talking comforting nonsense when people were upset.
‘Come on, Matt, it’s OK. Shh, don’t worry, it’s OK.’
After a while, during which I watched him anxiously, worried it might affect his breathing again, Matt’s sobs subsided. He looked at me miserably, embarrassed.
I was mortified, both at the blarting and that Dec had felt the need to hold my hand. I needed to stop both, as soon as. After a quick recce of the situation, I found my out.
‘Nihs tat.’ I nodded at what I might loosely term the ‘artwork’ on his right forearm, as I disengaged from the handholding.
Dec looked down and self-consciously rubbed his left hand over the shoddily tattooed crucifix complete with dagger dripping blood. The kind of ‘tasteful’ ‘body art’ which is usually accompanied by ‘LOVE’ and ‘HATE’ tattooed on one’s knuckles, but a quick glance reassured me that this was not the case.
‘Yeah, it’s crap, isn’t it. Had it done when I was younger, thought it made me look hard. Might get it covered up.’
‘You feeling better?’
I nodded. ‘Sohry. Geh lihk this sohmtimes. Thahks. Dohn tell them, plehs? They wohry, and fuhs. Wohn leh me do dihner.’
I was desperate to do dinner, and I was well aware of how Beth reacted when I showed any sign of weakness. If she even got a hint I’d been anything less than happy and up for everything, she’d put me in lock-down and force feed me with chatter.
‘No worries, Cripples Corner brotherhood. United against unnecessary fussing, united for the having of Beth’s roast dinners whenever possible.’
I tried a smile, but decided to let him off the hook. I was sure he didn’t want to stay here with the blethering cripple when there was family fun to be had across the hall.
‘Do yuh want tuh joihn in the frenzy?’
‘No, I’m fine here, if you want me to stay.’
‘Yeh. Thahks, Dec. No mohr blahrting, prohmis. Puh TV on?’
Dec found the remote and turned to a channel playing non-stop Christmas songs. He turned it down a bit, and sat back down. Before the first song had finished, I found that I couldn’t keep my eyes open, as was the usual way of things following a few seconds of excitement, and after a while I fell asleep.
Matt looked like he was starting to drift off to sleep, but I stayed with him. His eyes were shut, and his breathing became more even. I could hear Cal’s excited voice from the other room, amid sounds of paper tearing and Jay and Beth’s voices, with occasional comments from Jay’s mum. I could see how it would make Matt feel lonely, it felt a bit like they were on another planet. The difference for me was I could walk across the hall and join in whenever I wanted to; Matt would have to work a lot harder to be part of everything. It must be exhausting.
I could not believe how many more presents there were in the living room. I nearly couldn’t start opening them – there were so many that I nearly couldn’t choose where to start. But I did. I started with the big, red one, which was less exciting when I opened it and it was a dinosaur lampshade for my room. I mean, dinosaur lampshades are cool, but as a Christmas present, you can’t play with it, and you have to ask Dad to put it up for you, and he takes ages and grumbles about it. Then Mum said ‘Thank you, Granny’, and I realised it wasn’t a present from Santa, but one from Granny, so it wasn’t instead of an Arsenal shirt or Optimus Prime, and I said thank you too and put the lampshade to the side to make room for everything else.
I opened loads of presents, and one was Optimus Prime, and one was an Arsenal shirt with ‘WALCOTT’ on the back. There were some for Mum and Dad and Granny as well, and Dad had a remote control car from Dec, which I would play with, and there were some for Uncle Matty which we put in a pile for him to open later, and then I saw one for Dec, but he wasn’t in the room.
I heard Cal’s voice pipe up.
\this one’s for Dec. Where is he?
łI don’t know, did he stay with Matty? I’ll go and have a look.
I heard Jay’s footsteps coming across the hallway.
łWhat are you doing still in here?
‘Chatting with Matt.’
Jay looked across at the bed, confused.
‘Only just. He wanted some company.’
łCal’s found you a present. Want to come and open it? We might be able to squeeze you in among all the toys and wrapping paper.
I looked over at Matt. He seemed fast asleep.
I followed Jay back to the living room. Cal sat by the Christmas tree, surrounded by toys and torn gift wrap. Beth looked like she had her work cut out keeping up with all the labels so she could remember who had given what, and she had started a list. Cal picked up a box to show me.
\dec, look, it’s Optimus Prime!
‘Cool, mate! I told you Santa knew. Looks like he knew about the Arsenal shirt too – turn round, whose name on the back? Ah, good old Theo.
I’d put my Arsenal shirt on right away, over the top of my pyjamas. It was the coolest shirt I’d ever had. Then I remembered the present for Dec.
‘This one’s for you. It’s not from Santa, it’s from Nico and Lis.’
I pushed the big, heavy box towards him. Dec didn’t look excited, he looked at Mum.
‘They already gave me all my clothes for Christmas.’
_Just open it, Dec.
I pulled the paper off, and was speechless again. It was a laptop.
Dec pulled the paper off, and it was a computer. A proper one, not one like Uncle Matty’s eye pad. A computer with a lid like Dad’s. Dec didn’t say anything, like go ‘wow’ or anything, so I decided to do it for him.
‘Cool! Can I play on it?’
I knew you could do loads of games on a computer, because Dad let me do games on his sometimes. Now I had Uncle Matty’s eye pad, and Dec’s phone and computer to play with, it was as if I’d had three extra presents.
Dec didn’t answer me, though, and I wondered if he didn’t want to share his computer. Mum would have something to say about that, because she liked people to share. Dad looked at Dec’s face, which didn’t seem very happy.
‘It’s just, this … and the phone … it’s all too much. They lent me tons of money, I just don’t –’
‘Let me stop you before you say you don’t deserve it.’
Oh, it was because he thought he’d been too bad to have nice presents. But Santa always knew what you deserved, and Dec must have deserved a new phone and a new computer, otherwise he wouldn’t have got them, even if one had been from Nico and not from Santa.
Dad was looking a bit cross with Dec, and he told Mum to cover my ears, so I knew he might say some swears. Luckily, Mum didn’t cover my ears, and I heard everything.
‘That’s just a load of bollocks, Dec. Fucking bollocks. You’ve pretty much lost everything one way and another the last few months. That slime ball stole ten fucking thousand pounds off you, you sold everything that was worth anything to get it back, and then your so-called fucking mate steals the last bit of money you’ve got and trashes the rest of what little you owned. Nico and Lis are generous people and they wanted to do this for you. You need a phone and you need a computer, because you need to be able to keep in touch with people so nothing like this ever happens again. It’s not too much, it’s just right, because it’s something we wanted to do for you. Let people do what they want to help you, and don’t make us feel fucking bad about it. OK, rant over. It’s just more of what we said last night, isn’t it? I hope you get it now, I’m getting bored of bloody saying it. Sorry, Mum, lots of bad language. Sorry, Beth. Sorry Cal.
I was looking at Dad with wide eyes. Not only had he said lots of bad words, he’d said a lot about Dec that I hadn’t known. I thought Dec had stolen, but Dad had said some people had stolen from Dec, that one of his friends had done it. But Dad hadn’t sounded sorry for Dec, he sounded angry. I started to get that feeling I’d had for those couple of days after I’d phoned Dec, when I worried about Mum and Dad being cross with me, and what might happen if they were.
‘Daddy are you cross with Dec?’
Dad sighed and did a little smile at me.
‘No, mate, not cross. A bit exasperated, maybe. I’m just trying to make him understand something.’
I didn’t know what exasperated meant, but from how Dad said it, maybe it wasn’t as bad as cross.
‘You said lots of swears.’
‘I know, they seemed to make my point.’
Dad looked at Dec.
I took a deep breath and tried to make myself believe it.
‘ … OK.’
łRight, lets get on with this then. Cal, what’s that huge one in red and green paper?
The unwrapping continued, and Cal finally made his way through all the presents. He found another one for me, from Rose. It was shower gel and soap, plus a big fluffy towel. I would have normally found this a pretty uninspiring gift, but Rose knew how much I was looking forward to a proper shower, once my dressings were off for good. It was also something that didn’t make me feel guilty about the amount of money she’d spent. It was perfect. I smiled to myself. I’d have to ring her later once I’d worked out how to use my phone.
I carried on with the presents until there were none left, only those ones for Uncle Matty, and there were only three of those.
Dec had another present, which said ‘from Rose’, and was a towel and some shower gel, and if I’d had that present I would have been very disappointed, but Dec smiled a lot when he opened it. I didn’t think I would ever smile if I got soap.
Presents opened, there was a bit of a lull. I wandered into the kitchen, to see if I could do anything to help with dinner, but it all seemed to be under control. Beth said she’d ask me to set the table later – something else that edged me towards believing I was part of their family again. Setting the table had always been my job when we all made Sunday lunch together. Slowly, bit by bit, it was sinking in.