A bit later, having been sitting in the living room for the second consecutive evening, although without the beer I’d been able to wheedle out of Jay the night before, I decided to go to bed before I got too tired to manage it on my own. Beth being pregnant, and Mum’s arthritis, meant that having any help getting into bed was not an option and for once I was sensible about how much I could manage.
The doctor prodded and poked me much as Lee had; my arm had stiffened a lot, and the bruises on my back and side were extremely tender to touch. He spent a lot of time poking them; I tried to ignore the pain and tenderness.
*Did you receive any blows to the head, or hit your head at all?
‘No. I hit my chin on the ground.’
*Yes, that’s a nasty graze, we’ll clean it up, but it’ll be fine. Same for these abrasions on your forearm. I think you’re going to be OK, no sign of internal bleeding, ribs intact. I think you’ve been very lucky. These types of injuries often rupture internal organs. But your shoulder is a different matter. I think there might be some soft tissue damage – a tear or something to muscle or ligament, maybe your glenohumerals. You’re going to need a scan on it. I can refer, or, am I right in thinking you play for Raiders?
He indicated my training kit.
*Well, they may have faster access to scans than I do. Talk to them, see your GP if you need to.
He asked a nurse to clean the grazes, and said I could go back to the waiting room once that had been done. Then I’d have to wait for an X-ray to see if there was any damage to the pins and plates in my arm. I sat with my eyes closed while a nurse dabbed antiseptic on my arm and chin, which really stung, and then started picking out tiny bits of grit which had embedded themselves in my skin.
I felt really peculiar; not ill, or sick, but not really there, very distant from everything. My phone had pinged a few times, announcing texts, but I couldn’t be bothered to look at them. The nurse finally finished with me, and I went back to wait with Jay and Nico.
‘You really don’t both need to be here. I’ve got to wait for an X-ray now.’
łAlright, which one of us would you like to fuck off then?
łOK, Nico, I think I’m going to stay here with Dec. What about you?
>I stay with Declan also. We must fight for it?
łNah, I don’t think he means it. Besides, if you go I won’t have anyone to talk to apart from Mr Chatty here. Bad luck, Dec, neither of us are fucking off anytime soon. Take a seat.
He patted the chair next to him. I sat down, unable to raise a smile at their banter.
łSo what did they say?
‘Need an X-ray.’
łI heard you say. What about the other stuff? Bruises, bleeding, what?
‘It’s OK, nothing to worry about. They got some grit out of my chin and my arm. Now I’ve just got to wait to see if everything’s as fucked up as it feels. I’ve really done my shoulder. Fuck it, I can’t deal with this. If my shoulder is gone, that’s it, I’m fucking screwed.’
łWhat exactly did he say?
‘Something about getting a scan through Raiders. Might have torn my … some fucking long word. I know I have, I felt it go. Fuck, shoulders take fucking ages, it might not ever be right. And if my arm’s gone too, I might as well give up now. It’s just too fucking hard.’
łI think you should wait until you’ve had the X-ray and the scan, so you know, rather than getting upset now, when you don’t know for sure.
‘What the fuck do you know? This ever happen to you, did it?’
All my rage suddenly came boiling up, misdirected at Jay.
łNo, mate. Calm down a bit, and keep your voice down, there’s other people here.
‘Fuck you. I’m not fucking calm. My whole life just got ripped apart. I might never play again. It’s not fucking fair.’
I stood up and kicked the chair, sending it skittering into the wall. I looked around for something to throw or punch, kicked the chair again. The receptionist looked over, picked up the telephone. Jay stood up, held out a placating hand to her, and then grabbed my upper arms, holding on tightly, forcing me to look at him. I tried to shrug him off, but he gripped harder, hurting my arm but holding me steady.
łDec, I know you’re angry. This is the last thing you need, you’ve had a bastard of a day, you’re upset and in pain and scared and fuck knows what else. You’re right, this never happened to me, but I’ve had my fair share of injuries, wondering if this is the one that finishes it all, and I had to give up in the end because of my knee. So I understand a bit. Kicking the shit out of the furniture isn’t going to help, unless you want to get us all thrown out of here. You need to wait for the X-ray and the scans, and take it from there, one bit at a time. OK?
I looked at him. The fury had subsided slightly, but was still bubbling.
Jay let go of me, looked over at the receptionist, who had replaced the phone, and nodded.
He gestured to the dislodged chair. I moved it back and sat.
>I need coffee. I go to find some – Declan, you want? Jaime?
I shook my head.
łIf you can find anything decent.
Nico headed off in search of caffeine.
łDec, I’m more than a little worried about you at the moment.
łYou definitely are not fine. Your head is all over the place. You spend half the night in some kind of daze, and then you chuck all your toys out of the pram at once and start mouthing off and throwing your weight around. I know you’ve had a major trauma, but it’s not like you. Talk to me?
‘Don’t know if I can.’
łTry. Start with what all that was about just now. Tell me.
‘Just … so fucking angry.’
łI get that. Tell me.
‘It just seems like … I just get some of my shit together and something happens that fucks it all up again.’
łOK. Except it wasn’t just something happening, it was Luke Woods, twice, making a serious effort to fuck it all up. It’s not just random, the whole world isn’t against you, just one seriously fucking screwed up waste of space.
‘But he’s done it, he’s got what he wanted. If I can’t play again, he’s won.’
łDec, he’s probably going to prison for what he did to you, that’s not winning. I think you need to focus on this X-ray and then getting a scan on your shoulder. It might not be as bad as you think. These things often feel worse, especially when you’re worried about it. Try not to think about the what-ifs. It can drive you mad. And you’re already a bloody nutter.
‘Agh, it’s doing my head in. I just keep thinking about him forcing me to go with him, I couldn’t stop it, it makes me feel … ashamed.’
łThen try not to think about it. Luke Woods is an ex-conditioning coach. He has some serious muscle. He could have got the better of you on a good day, let alone when you’re already shaken up and have a broken arm. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Like Nico said, he’s the one in the wrong, not you. Jesus, Dec, if you keep thinking about it like that you’re just letting him beat you up over and over again.
‘That’s what it feels like. I can’t get it out of my head. I keep seeing it, feeling it.’
łYou need some distraction. Ah, Nico, just in time. What can we do to amuse Dec and take his mind off his woes?
>Ha! We can tell stories of great tries of Nico Tiago.
łSeriously, mate, trying to cheer him up, not make him sick. Is that for me?
>All I could find, cappuccino from machine. Declan, I know you see my tries today, which is best?
>You must choose! Jaime, you say, I am sure.
łBoth bloody lucky in my opinion. Jesus, Nico, this coffee is awful. I hope you didn’t pay for it.
They bantered back and forth, it was fairly entertaining, but I still felt in a dark, cold, far away place inside. Eventually I was called for my X-ray. Jay insisted on coming with me, and for the chat afterwards with the doctor.
łYour head’s not on straight, I want to make sure someone remembers what they tell you.
The pictures showed my arm had suffered no further damage, although it felt to me like it had been squeezed in a vice and stamped on by elephants. The doctor said it had been put under severe pressure, but the pins, plates and more importantly bones had held firm. The residual pain and swelling was more to do with the damage to my shoulder.
łSo that’s good news, isn’t it.
I nodded. I had really expected the worst, more operations, irreparable injuries to the already broken arm. How much more would Raiders be prepared to invest in someone who was so damaged before they had even proven themselves? Or reached their twentieth birthday? It remained to be seen what would happen to my shoulder, and those questions could still be asked.
Jay took me back to Rose’s flat. It was getting late by now, but she was still up, seemingly waiting by her door, which she opened as soon as she heard us come in.
:Oh love, come here.
She folded me up in one of her enormous hugs, but I had no response for her.
‘I’m going to bed.’
She looked at me, then at Jay.
łDec, Rose has been worried sick about you, you wouldn’t let her come and see you, you could at least give her the time of day.
‘I just need to go to bed.’
:Alright, love, you know where I am.
I left my bedroom door open while I got undressed, and could hear them talking in the living room. Then I sat on the bed, in the dark, as their words drifted over me.
ł… really worried about his state of mind. There were a lot of tears back home, everything seemed to set him off. He’s been really strange tonight, first hardly speaking, then shouting and kicking stuff. He’s had nightmares every night he was with us, and two panic attacks today. He’s not himself. We saw some of the old Dec back home, it was really great to see him and Cal getting on like they always did, almost like nothing had happened, but he was … he just seems … quieter. More serious.
:Well I have seen him like this, uncommunicative, down, and I’ve often heard him crying, his flat is right above mine, I can hear everything. Oh love, you can’t expect him to just go right back to how he used to be with you. He’s happy to have you back, but he’s been so sad, he’s had so much to cope with, and tried to do it all on his own. He kind of goes into himself. You just have to stay with him, let him know you’re there, give him something to hold on to.
łFunny that, he gave me exactly the same advice when my brother was having a hard time. Jesus, Rose, this head stuff is all a bit beyond me. I don’t feel like I’m qualified to help him.
:He doesn’t need you to be qualified, love, just to be there. He’s been so lonely, had to fend for himself for so long, he feels more comfortable on his own. But it’s no way to be when you’re hurting, so we have to give him what he won’t ask for, even when he pushes us away.
łYeah, I kind of get that. It’s all this other stuff, these mood swings, nightmares, panic attacks, it’s pretty heavy duty.
:I don’t think you need to worry about it. Doesn’t his boss have some psychologist sorted out?
łYeah – whether it does any good or not …
:He’s the one who’s qualified. We just have to do our best with what we’re good at. Show him we love him and he’s not alone.
łI’m not really much good at the touchy feely stuff.
:You managed to sort things out between you over the last few days, though, didn’t you? Sounds like you did that fairly well, love.
łYeah, we did sort things. I did more serious talking than I’ve ever done in my life. I’m usually the first to arse about, avoid the issue, but there was stuff I needed to sort out in my head, things I needed to understand. We got there in the end, but I realised how messed up he’s been over the past few months, and why. I ended up making a big speech after Christmas dinner – I was a bit pissed, but it seemed like the right thing to do.
:What did you say, love?
łOh, how Dec’s part of my family, forever, whatever, all that.
:Oh, love, that sounds grand, just what he’s needed. He’s so missed his family, it’s so sad what happened to him, losing his parents when he was so young, then when he thought he’d lost you too, well that was really hard for him to deal with. Parents are what he’s needed.
łHm, not sure I feel like his parent … well, maybe when he first arrived, we had to be a bit firm with him. I’m not actually sure what I feel like. Kind of, like – yeah, a responsibility, but he’s also really good to have around, like a mate. Jesus, when I saw him lying on the ground out there today, I didn’t think he was breathing, he looked … I thought … oh Jesus … I’m sorry.
:Here you go love, don’t worry, I’ve had a little weep too, before you got here. It must have been terrible for you, finding him like that.
łIt felt like … almost as bad as when we woke up and Cal was gone, or when Mum called me about Matty. Same lurch in my gut, I just thought the worst.
:But he’s alright, love, he’s safe, maybe a bit more knocked about and none too happy at the moment, but he’s still here. He’s got you and your family, and he’s got me – he’ll get there. As long as he knows he’s got us, it doesn’t matter how it all works.
łIt is all a bit bloody complicated, when you think about it. I suppose I haven’t thought too much about exactly where he fits with us or we fit with him. I just know he fits.
:And he knows that?
łYeah. Well, he should do, I told him enough times the last few days.
:Then I think, love, you’ve already helped him more than any psychologist. For a long time, he really thought the things he’d done meant he was never going to see you again. He was very hurt, and very sad and ashamed, and very mixed up. He thought he’d done it all to himself, like he deserved it somehow. Making things right with you is very important to him, but it’s going to take time to sort through it all in his mind. He’s not going to be his old self overnight, he needs you to be patient with him.
łJesus, Rose, he just … if he’d only … Beth and I, we’re worried we made things worse for him. If we’d realised what a state he was in, how much he’d let go, what he’d lost, what he was going through, we would never … well, I don’t know. I was bloody angry … I hope that if we’d known, we might have done things a bit differently.
:From what I’ve seen, Declan’s pretty good at hiding when he needs help and making sure you don’t get close enough to find out. You’re not to blame, but neither is he. It’s all been one long, horrible mixed up time for you all, but it sounds like you’ve all made a start at putting things right. That’s the important thing.
łDo you think he’ll be OK?
:Yes, love, I think things are getting better for him –
Jay’s phone rang.
As I got into bed, I picked up my phone to call Jay. I wasn’t sure if he was still at the hospital, and just wanted to check how things were going. The atmosphere here had been subdued as Beth worried and Mum tried unsuccessfully to take her mind off it; neither of them seemed to have the energy to fuss over me as Beth wheeled me back to my room and said goodnight. As she closed the door, I dialled.
‘Hey mate, you OK? Thought you’d be asleep by now.’
‘Jus puh mysehf tuh behd, doin yuh ouh of a johb. Is Dec ohkay?’
‘Yeah, just brought him back, he’s gone to bed.’
‘Hoh is heh?’
‘Not great, a bit all over the place, taken it all a bit badly, not talking to anyone.’
‘Sohnds lihk heh nehds a kick up the ahrs. Cahn I cahl hihm?’
‘Yeah, of course.’
‘Mehbe I shohd try the ‘not lehving yuh alohn wehn yuhr fehling this shih’ technihque on hihm.’
‘Not sure, worth a try, worked for you didn’t it.’
‘Gihv ih a goh. Try ih now.’
‘OK Matty, see you tomorrow.’
I pressed Dec’s name. No reply. Can’t say I was surprised. But he wasn’t getting away that lightly; he’d set the bar pretty high the night before last, and he only had himself to blame. I sent a text.
‘Just 2 remind u. Family. Connected. I’m a stubborner fucking bastard than u. Will call & txt u all night. Turn off phone, I’ll still do it. Talk 2 me. Matt.’
I put the phone on the bedside table. I doubted he would last all night, he’d be asleep before long. I glanced at the list of messages and missed calls from earlier. Lacked the energy to open most of them, but replied to Amy.
Me: =Tired n sore, going 2 bed. Spk soon. Dec
My phone pinged again.
Matt:=Here’s the first of many. Tell me how u doing. M
I ignored it. Another ping.
Amy: =Poor u. Hope u feel better soon. Amy xx
In the living room, Jay and Rose continued dissecting my life. I got under the duvet, leaving the door open, their words muffled by the bedclothes. I drifted in and out of sleep, unable to completely relax. My phone continued to ring, and ping with texts. I thought of Matt sitting up in bed, calling me when he should be sleeping, and I reached for the phone and turned it off. The silence made me feel more guilty than the ringtones.
I bombarded him with texts and calls, but then felt myself getting tired. Bugger, I was never going to win this if I fell asleep like a fucking cripple this early in the contest. So I set the alarm on my phone to screech at me every ten minutes. I may well doze off, but I could just damn well wake up again and send a text, or try ringing again. He might turn his phone off, that’s what I would do, but he’d have to turn it back on again sometime, and when he did, there would be a zillion messages from me, which would tell him something; hopefully something more than ‘you have a zillion messages from Matt’.
It’s not really that I wanted to win some kind of contest, although a competition does tend to focus the mind. I was imagining what was going on for Dec, how traumatic it must have been. Beth had given me more details, and it sounded like he’d been forced out into the car park with his broken arm twisted up behind his back, before being kicked while he was on the ground. Jay and Nico had interrupted the kicking, but Jay had thought Dec was dead when he got to him. I knew a bit about being almost dead. And now I knew a bit about having someone to hold on to when you tried to shut yourself away. So the least I could do was stay awake, just in case he answered, and it gave me something else to focus on apart from impotent rage.
I turned on to my side and pulled the duvet over my head. Felt rather than heard someone in my room. A hand on my shoulder, gentle, aware of the pain.
I didn’t move or acknowledge Jay.
łI know you’re awake, you can’t have slept through all that racket from your phone. I’m going now, try to catch some sleep at Nico’s. We’re setting off early tomorrow, won’t see you again for a bit. I know you’re feeling sorry for yourself, be strong, stay positive, eh, mate?
I didn’t reply.
łOK. Take care of yourself. Call us soon.
He left the room, leaving the door open. A short time later, Rose came in.
:Anything you need, love?
No reply from me. A sigh from Rose.
:Well, you know where I am.
She left, shutting the door behind her, leaving the room in complete darkness. I felt the familiar misery welling up in me, and gave in to it, trying to cry without making any noise. It hurt my chest, and the tears ran down my nose, soaking my pillow. I’d thought I was past all this, the dark sadness bearing down on me. Getting Jay, Beth and Cal back, and keeping my job, had been major positives. This was about old losses and feeling scared, demoralised and powerless. I tried to cling on to the thread of family that had been given back to me, and was surprised to find that although it was tenuous, it was there, and it comforted me a little bit.
I don’t know how many times I’d done it, hauled myself out of sleep, sent a text, drifted away again. I lost count. It just felt like a rhythm I’d got into. Then I heard the phone trill, and I opened my eyes to send another text, but it wasn’t the alarm that had sounded, it was the text alert. He’d replied.
Thought again about Matt, wondered if he’d given up and gone to sleep yet. Turned my phone back on. Alerts from all the missed calls and texts arrived, the last one only five minutes ago. Somehow, Matt wasn’t asleep. I sent a text.
Me: =Stop it now. Made your point. Go to sleep.
He’d done it now, he’d replied, he’d broken the cycle. I was in. I called him. It went to voicemail. I sent another text.
‘Cripples Corner says fuck you. When we need help we’ll fucking ask for it. Unless we’re Declan Summers.’
‘Matt, please stop.’
I was getting a dose of my own medicine. It was irritating beyond belief, but I couldn’t deny that the thought of someone putting themselves out for me, not being prepared to leave me alone, was starting to work. It needed to stop, though. Matt needed it to stop. Dialled the number.
He was getting a dose of his own medicine, and I had to admit I was enjoying turning the tables. Then, my reward, as my phone rang.
‘Heh, Dec. Rohnd two to meh.’
Oh, yeah, I know I said it wasn’t a competition, but it so was.
‘Matt, please stop. It’s late.’
Yeah, I knew how late it was – too late for you, mate.
‘Thoht you’d have turned yuh phone off by now.’
‘I did. It doesn’t help. Please go to sleep.’
I couldn’t stop myself smiling; I was having a great time. Not revelling in Dec’s distress, but now he was talking to me, now he was going to be OK, I was relishing the sweet taste of just desserts.
I could hear the grin in his voice; he was enjoying this.
‘You fucking bastard, I can’t believe you’re doing this.’
}Talk to meh then.
}Whaever ih is tha’s making yuh fehl bad.
Just two nights ago, he hadn’t been able to stop me rambling on about my shit. His turn to share.
‘I can’t do this now.’
‘OK, yuhr choice. Member wha yuh said bout pushing pehpl away thogh. One day they wohn cohm back. Buh noh tonigh. Tonigh, I fehl an allnigher cohming on. Ihv had a greht day, fehl top of the world. Can outlast yuh no sweat.’
And I could. Provided my alarm kept going off.
‘Just fuck off, Matt.’
}This ihs poetic juhstice. Yohr saying everything I said. Difference is, weh both know Ihm right. Don’t rehly have tuh goh through ih all do weh?
I was silent.
}Noh gonna wohk. Spihl. I knoh yuh had another kicking. I knoh yuh hurt yuhr arm again. I ‘spect yuhr angry and scahed, I fucking would beh.
And that did it, broke the dam, a flash-flood of words tumbling over me as I tried to swim along and keep up.
‘I just fucking let him do it, alright? He just came along and grabbed me and I had no choice, I just went with him because he was fucking hurting me. I didn’t fight him, or shout, or do anything to stop him, I just fucking let him do it all again. If it hadn’t been for Jay and Nico, I was this close to another boot in the face. I think he was going to finish it this time. Shit, Matt, I’m just completely fucking useless.’
I paused briefly to make sure I’d got it all.
‘Well I guess I ahsked for tha. Hohly fuck, Dec. Where dohs all this shit of yuhrs come from? How dohs ohn fucking psycho bahstrd giving yuh a kicking become yuh being useless?’
‘I couldn’t stop him.’
So this was all mixed up with being hurt, with needing to seem tough, with being embarrassed about feeling weak. With hating being scared. I was going to need to persuade him that it wasn’t his fault.
‘Ih’m not suhprised. He’s a fucking psycho bahstrd. They’re usually faihly determined. Yuh were already frehked ouh, he fucking bent yuhr fucking broken arm, the fucking bahstrd. Yuhr the only ohn who blames yuh. Why do yuh think yuh have to do everything yuhself?’
‘Don’t know. Always have. Feels like failing to ask for help.’
‘Yuhr a bluhdy mad fucker aren’t yuh?’
Possibly a madder fucker than me, and that was saying something.
‘So I’m told.’
‘Sort ih ouh.’
He’d given in much more easily than I had. Lightweight.
‘OK. Yuh can go now. I’ll stop stalking yuh.’
‘Call me if yuh need anything.’
He was as likely to call me in times of need as I was to call him, but you have to offer, don’t you.
‘Worth a shoht.’
‘Wehcome. Bluhdy nutter.’
It had helped. Just saying it, letting out everything I’d been holding inside, felt better. I lay down again, and pulled the duvet over my head. Slept straight away. No dreams, no faceless men in brown boots, just deep, dark sleep.
And that’s how it started, the ‘not leaving you alone when you’re feeling this shit’ business. To be honest, Dec did it to me more than I did it to him, because he started seeing a psychologist soon after that, and he learned more healthy ways of dealing with the mountains of crud clogging up his brain, although there were occasions not long after that Christmas when I was more perceptive than usual, and consequently was on the receiving end of some of the Summers bloody nutterness, as well as on the dishing out end of a listening ear and late night texting sessions.
I woke up when it was still dark. Dad had said my name and ruffled my hair and shaken my shoulder, and all of those things had gradually woken me up, until I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the edge of my bed, the light from the hallway shining into the room.
‘Hey mate, sorry it’s early, but we need to go home. Come on, get dressed and come downstairs for some breakfast, and then we’ll go.’
He put my trousers and sweatshirt on top of the bed, and my shoes on the floor. I didn’t move straight away, it felt like it was still night, and I couldn’t quite remember where I was.
‘Come on Cal. We’ve got to go back so I can help Uncle Matty get up.’
Oh, I was in Nico’s house. Then it all flooded back. We were here because Dec had been hurt by a bad man, and Dad had to be with him in the hospital.
‘He’s at Rose’s. He didn’t stay in the hospital.’
‘Did he have sewing?’
‘No, he didn’t need any. He’s OK – well, his arm’s a bit hurt, but it’s not like last time.’
‘Is he like a Frankystein?’
‘No mate, he’s fine. Come on, we need to get moving. You can talk to Dec on the phone later.’
It hit me, then, that I might not see Dec for a long time. His birthday was in a few weeks, which was ages, and I wasn’t ready to just go home. If Dec hadn’t been hurt by the bad man, I would have been able to say goodbye and check about our birthday plans.
‘Daddy, I think we need to go and see Dec, so he knows we are going home.’
‘No, Cal, it’s too early. Dec was pretty grumpy last night, and you know what he’s like with early mornings. He’ll just go ‘mmpf’ and roll over.’
I didn’t want to just go home, without seeing Dec for myself, to see if he had any more cuts or bruises. Maybe if I said the right things, he wouldn’t be grumpy. Maybe if I said the right things to Dad, he’d let us go and see him.
‘But Daddy, I didn’t say thank you to Dec for saying to Santa about Optimus Prime. And we should say goodbye.’
Mum was always saying it was important to say thank you, and to be polite. Dad sighed. He must have been thinking about what Mum would say too.
‘I’ll tell you what. We’ll go over there, see if Rose answers the door, and see if we can wake him up. We can’t stay, though, just tell him we’re going home and hope he’s feeling better soon. OK?’
‘Right, get dressed, eat breakfast. That’s the list. Probably the shortest one ever. Got it?’
‘Yes. Get dressed, eat breakfast.’
I grinned at Dad and he handed me my clothes.
We hadn’t said goodbye to Nico and Lis, because they were still asleep, but Dad said we could talk to them on the phone later. As Dad drove through the dark, empty streets, I nearly fell asleep, but woke up when Dad parked the car and banged his door. He came round to my door, opened it and took the seat-belt off.
‘Are you sure Cal? It’s dark and cold, and Rose and Dec will still be asleep, and they won’t be too pleased to see us right now.’
‘I want to see Dec.’
‘Alright then. Hop out, mate.’
We walked to the front door and Dad pressed the button. We waited a long time, and I wanted Dad to press the button again, but he didn’t, and it was so long, I thought Rose or Dec might not answer it. Just as I thought Dad was going to go, the box with the buttons on it crackled with a voice.
‘Rose, I’m so sorry, it’s Jay and Cal. We wondered if we could come in and say goodbye to Dec.’
‘Oh, of course, love.’
Rose’s voice sounded funny coming out of the box. The door made a buzzing sound, and Dad pushed it open. We walked over to Rose’s door, and waited for her to open it.
‘Hello you two.’
‘Hi Rose. Sorry about this. Cal didn’t get to say goodbye, and we’re just heading off back for Matty.’
‘That’s OK, love, it’s nearly time to get up anyway.’
‘Ha ha, Rose, you’re priceless. It’s hours away from time to get up. Did you talk to him last night?’
‘No, he didn’t say a word to me. I heard him talking to someone, though, later on, on his phone.’
‘Oh well, he doesn’t have to say anything, just listen to us saying goodbye. Alright if we go in?’
Rose nodded, and Dad opened a door off the hallway. The room was dark, but the light went into the room from the door and shone on the bed. The top of Dec’s head was poking out of the duvet, and I went over to the bed and stood by what I could see of him, which was mainly hair.
I pulled the duvet further over my head.
\dec, wake up.
A small hand tried to shake me.
I reached out and shook him, like Dad had done to me earlier. Dec seemed awake, or almost awake, because he’d moved. He just needed a bit of help, and he’d be properly awake.
‘Gently, Cal, Dec’s hurt his shoulder.’
‘But Daddy, he’s not waking up.’
Dad took over, using his ‘no arguing’ voice.
Dad put his hand on Dec’s arm, and Dec’s face peeked out of the duvet. His eyes were a bit open and he was awake. Dec rubbed a hand over his face and he made a groaning noise.
A firmer hand on my arm. My brain started to work. I opened my eyes. The door was open and the room was lit by the hall light. Cal was standing by the bed, Jay beside him. It was still dark outside. I rubbed my face, as all the pain from Luke’s brown boots woke up with me. Groaned. Sat up, slowly and sorely, and put the lamp on.
‘Hey Cal, what are you doing here?’
\me and Daddy are going home.
‘What time is it?’
łEarly. Don’t worry, you can go back to sleep after we’ve gone. Cal wanted to say goodbye. Well, we both did. Rose kindly answered her door at this ridiculous time of the morning.
\dec, when are you coming to play with me again?
I knew the answer to this, because we’d agreed yesterday, and made our plan.
‘I don’t know, Cal, soon I hope. Maybe for my birthday? We’ve had a good time this Christmas, haven’t we.’
‘Yes. Have you had more sewing?’
‘I think Cal may have had an ulterior motive for wanting to see you. He didn’t want to miss any new gore.’
Dec laughed. ‘No, Cal, no new sewing. Just a few extra bruises and a hurt shoulder. I hurt my chin too, look.’
Dec tipped his head back to show me a big patch of red, broken skin underneath his chin. It wasn’t quite as cool as sewing and lines, but it looked like it would hurt a lot.
‘You seem chirpier this morning.’
‘Matt did some reverse psychology. He’s almost as stubbornly annoying as me.’
‘Ha ha, yep, that’s Matty alright. He told me he was going to give it a go. Glad it made a difference. How’s the shoulder?’
‘Still fu … very painful.’
Dec had nearly done a swear, but he hadn’t done it at the last minute. I was disappointed, because Dec could usually be relied on to do swears without even thinking about it.
‘Nice catch, mate, Beth will be proud. Get it checked out later, yeah? OK, Cal, we’d better get going so we can be home soon. Say goodbye to Dec.’
Dec reached over and ruffled my hair.
‘See you soon.’
‘See you soon, mate, you’ll ring us won’t you?’
‘Yeah. Thanks for everything. I mean … everything.’
‘Just … don’t forget about us.’
Daddy and Dec shook hands, because I suppose it is difficult to cuddle someone who is in bed and who has a hurt shoulder.
‘Not likely. Piss off before you set me off again.’
Dad laughed and I smiled, because Dec had done a swear after all. Rose closed the door after us, and we drove back.
Jay laughed and walked out with Cal, shutting the door behind him. For the first time, I thought ‘my family‘, and I smiled to myself. I turned the light off and settled myself slowly back down under the duvet for a few more hours of sleep. Rose had other ideas. A knock on the door.
:Here, love, now you’re awake I brought you some tea.
I groaned inwardly, but sat back up, trying to ignore the protests from my bruises and scrapes. I had been unforgivably rude to Rose last night, and needed to apologise.
‘Morning, Rose. I missed your tea.’
:Did you, love?
‘Yeah. I missed you as well, nobody bossing me about or organising me, don’t know how I managed.’
:I’m sure you did just fine.
‘Sorry I went to bed when I got in yesterday, it was rude, I was being a twat.’
:It was understandable, love. You had a bit of a day of it by all accounts. How are you feeling now?
‘Well my shoulder is pretty bad. I need to go to the club and get them to look at it –’
:But in yourself, how are you? Jay was here for a long time last night talking about you.
‘I know, I heard you.’
:Sorry, love, I know that annoys you, but he needed to talk. He’s worried about how you’re coping with all this. He feels very far away. He said you cried a lot?
‘Yeah, well, I suppose I did. I felt – feel – really emotional. Everything seemed so normal, and that was huge for a start, that it wasn’t awkward at all. Then they’d say how glad they were to have me there or something and I’d realise how close I’d been to losing them and I’d just cry.
:And this latest upset, and getting angry at the hospital, then barely speaking when you got back yesterday?
‘I’m a bit better now. Yesterday just all got a bit much. I had a talk with Matt, Jay’s brother, yesterday …’
I told her about our conversation, and how I’d done a similar thing to him a few days before. Rose laughed.
:Sounds like you’re both as bad as each other. Or as good, not sure which. I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better. Don’t stop talking to us, love, whichever one of us is around.
:That’s all you can do. Are you getting up, or having a lie-in?
I lowered myself back onto the pillow.
‘Lie-in. Then I’ll call Don and sort out a scan for my shoulder. Thanks, Rose.’
I disappeared gratefully under the duvet again, resurfacing a few hours later.
Feeling in a much more positive mood, if still battered and the worse for wear, I caught the bus to the ground and saw Lee, who looked at my shoulder and referred me for a scan the next day. I caught up with the strength and conditioning guys, just to update them. It was another week before I was expected back anyway, so the scan would just help them re-jig my rehab to fit in with the extra shoulder damage. I felt a lot more optimistic than yesterday, but when I really thought about it, I’d pushed a lot of it down deep, where I pushed everything I couldn’t deal with right away. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to deal with my shit – perhaps the psychologist Don had sorted out would be a good thing.
However I came to terms with what had happened yesterday, for now I concluded it had been an extremely stressful day, and I needed to chill a bit today. I had a family, people who weren’t prepared to let me get on with things by myself, who wanted me to be part of their lives. But before I could get on with chilling, I had several calls to make.
)Dec! How are you?
‘A bit battered. Bloody sore. Sorry I didn’t get back to you yesterday.’
)Oh, don’t be silly. I completely understand. It was late by the time you got home.
‘Yeah, and I was pretty wiped. Anyway, things feel better now, so just thought I’d say hi. It was good to see you yesterday.’
)Yeah, you too, great game.
‘Yeah, it was fucking amazing to be there again.’
)Hey, a bunch of us are going out later, just for a pizza. Do you fancy coming?
‘Er … who’s going?’
)Oh, usual crowd, um except Big, obviously. Or David. But everyone else.
‘I don’t know, Amy, it’s been a while. Don’t want to spoil everyone’s evening.’
)It’s only pizza! Oh, go on – you’ve got to start somewhere.
I was undecided for a few moments, then thought why the hell not?
‘Alright, you’re on. I’ll come.’
She gave me the time and place, and I moved on to the next call. DI Johnson.
‘It’s Declan Summers’
ϙHello. Thank you for calling. How are you?
‘Sore. Thanks for asking.’
ϙWhat can I do for you?
‘I just thought I should stay in touch after yesterday. Is there any news?’
ϙWell, Ben Hearne and Luke Woods have been formally charged with grievous bodily harm and criminal damage. Luke Woods has two counts of GBH following yesterday’s assault. His DNA was also found in your flat, we’ve managed to positively identify his boot-print from the pictures your doctor took, and it turns out the anonymous texts we were looking into originated from his mobile phone. It’s likely, if they are found guilty, they face a prison sentence.
I was silent, absorbing it. Didn’t give a shit about Luke, but Big going to jail was overwhelming.
‘Yeah, I’m here, sorry. Er, yesterday at the ground, there was another man, in the van, he got out and spoke to Luke Woods. He … did anyone see him?’
ϙWe weren’t aware of another man. Was he involved in the assault?
‘No, well, not directly, but he knew Luke Woods, and seemed to know me. He seemed to be trying to get Luke to stop.’
ϙDid you recognise him?
‘Well, I think so, he seemed familiar, but I can’t place him. Sorry, I know it’s not much information. I just wondered if anyone noticed him or – fuck! I know who he is.’
I had a sudden image of him, not from yesterday, but standing on Jay’s doorstep.
‘I don’t know his name or anything, but I know where I’ve seen him before.’
I immediately regretted saying anything, because I was more than aware that Raiders hadn’t gone to the police about my theft of the charity money.
‘He came to the house once, where I used to live, he – I don’t know how much you know about everything, it’s complicated. I crashed my car, someone died.’
ϙWe are aware of the incident.
‘This guy came round, pretended to be the man’s son, threatened me. Shit – this means it’s all connected.’
ϙWhen you say threatened, what exactly do you mean?
‘He just … got angry, asked for money, said he’d tell the club about my passport and stuff if I didn’t pay him.’
ϙDid you pay him?
I was silent for a while, considering.
It was DI Johnson’s turn to be silent – maybe he was writing down what I’d said, maybe he was wondering how much more information was waiting to be revealed. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know the whole story.
ϙI think we need to talk properly, Declan. Can you come in to the station?
‘Maybe later, there are some things I need to do first.’
I hung up and called Don to tell him what else might be about to hit the fan. I told him about my conversation with DI Johnson. Don sighed.
-You don’t make things easy, son. No, that’s not fair, I guess it’s not your fault. We just need to make sure this doesn’t get more complicated. I think I’ll have a chat with our lawyers and get them to ring you. Don’t go to the police before you’ve talked to them.
I hung up and texted Matt:
Me: =Hope Cripples Corner not missing its resident nutter.
Matt:=Much less crazy. Nobody doing bad swears except me. Might have 2 teach Cal.
Me: =Beware the wrath of Beth if u do.
Matt:=I can handle Beth. Just 2 keep me going: bloody shitty fucknogglets you arsebasket ;P
Call to Beth:
_Hi Dec, how are you, sweetheart?
‘Not too bad. Aching a bit. Got to have a scan on my shoulder tomorrow, see exactly what I’ve done to it.’
_I hope that goes alright, sweetheart. James says your arm is OK though, the pins and plates held OK?
‘Yeah, no more damage. Did they get back alright?’
_Yes, they set off so early, and you know how fast James drives anyway. They were here before Matty woke up – actually he was asleep for ages, I hear you had a late night conversation with him.
‘Yeah, we were trading stubborn points.’
_That must have been some contest.
‘Pretty spectacular. Is he OK?’
_Yes, he’s managed to sleep it off. I think he would have kept going all night. He set his alarm to go off every ten minutes so he could keep texting you.
‘Bloody hell, that is dedicated. I think he might even be worse than me. Don’t tell him, he might think he’s won.’
_Is there anything you boys won’t turn into a competition?
_Do you want to talk to James?
‘Yeah, quick word.’
She went to find him. In the silence, I imagined their house, tried to feel part of it all. Nearly managed it.
łHey, mate, you alright?
‘Yeah, good, just been to see the docs, arranged a scan for tomorrow.’
łGood, I’m glad you can get cracking on that. How’ve you been today? Any more dreams last night?
‘No, I slept through. Until you woke me up at the crack of hours before dawn, that is.’
łBlame Cal, he was determined to say goodbye. I think he wanted you to swear, and have lots of stitches. You’re a big disappointment.
‘Story of my life. I’ve got to go to the police in a bit.’
I outlined the most recent part of the Declan Summers saga.
łJesus, Dec, you really are always in the thick of things. Good luck, mate. If you need someone to go with you, make sure you ask. Nico’ll be up for it, I’m sure.
‘I’ll be OK, Don’s got some lawyers on it, don’t think he wants more scandal if he can avoid it. Jay … I’m sorry for all the hassle I’ve caused. I heard you and Rose talking last night, I’m just … my head’s all over the place and I get a bit up myself.’
łAh, mate, don’t worry about it. Rose, she’s amazing. She could set up her own advice line. OK, I guess I need to say this again. I can take any shit you dish out. Family, yeah? We might have words about it, we definitely won’t always agree, and if I think you’re being a prick I’ll let you know, but I’m here. We’re all here. You’ve even got Matty looking out for you. Now bugger off, you bloody head case.
łYeah. Cheers, Dec, talk to you soon.
One last phone call, to Nico:
>Declan! Good to hear from you my friend. How life treats you today?
‘OK, thanks. Nico, I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out yesterday. Without you and Jay, things would have been a lot worse. Sorry I was a bit of a dick at the hospital.’
>Ha, yes you are, but we understand. You are hurt, you are sad, you are angry. Is OK. Lis say when you come over? Tonight?
‘I can’t tonight, I’m out, sorry.’
>Tomorrow then, I tell her.
‘OK, that would be great.’
>We miss hearing about Christmas with Jaime, we want details, yes?
‘I’ll probably send you to sleep, then, but OK. Thanks, Nico, see you tomorrow.’
One last text, to Rose:
Me: =Back later, out for tea. UR GR8. Dec.
Rose:=whats ur greight
Me: =It means you’re great.
So that is it, the story of that Christmas, when things were mended, and in a way better than mended, although it took me a long time to be able to see it like that, because I was six, and I just wanted things to be back the way they were.