Crying For Help Part 8

'I'm sorry,' I said, shocked at his tone. 'And you are?'

'We're her grandparents,' he said. 'That's our daughter in there.'

'Oh,' began Mike.

The woman in the pa.s.senger seat leaned across now. 'Yes, and lying in that state thanks to her.'

'Thanks to her?' I said, stunned at the way she'd spat the words out. 'Whatever do you mean?'

'Oh, everyone will know. In the end, they will. It'll come out. You mark my words.'

I was still trying to take in that these were Sophia's grandparents. That she did have some family. And who looked perfectly respectable. Not at all like the families of some of the kids I'd dealt with. But why hadn't we been told about them? And why had Sophia blanked them? Maybe I'd misunderstood. Maybe the woman was speaking about one of the nurses, got her knickers in a twist about some aspect of her daughter's care.

I bent down so I could see her properly. 'Look,' I said. 'If you'd like to speak to Sophia, she'll be out in a few minutes. But if you're worried about anything, you really don't need to be. She's 'what was I saying here?' she's doing fine.'

The woman glared at me. 'You think we care about that? Let me tell you, young lady, that the only concern we have about that girl is that she is still allowed to walk this earth freely!' She looked slightly hysterical. 'What has she got on you?' she shouted. 'Come on, what is it?'

Her voice was turning into a shriek now, and getting louder, and her husband, looking agitated, placed an arm across her body, gently urging her back into her own seat. Then, saying nothing to either of us, he drove them both away.

We stood in the car park, stunned into speechlessness.

Mike finally spoke. 'What the ...?' He didn't need to finish. That had been my thought exactly.

Chapter 11.

'John, I really do need some more information on this family. I feel we're scrabbling around in the pitch black here.'

It was mid-week our fourth week, now and I was getting more and more frustrated by the lack of any kind of progress. Where were Sophia's files, for goodness' sake? In a vault, somewhere, cla.s.sified by MI5? I felt my hands were tied; without knowing what we were dealing with, it was impossible to know how best to make progress. For that reason, I'd held off having any sort of discussion with Sophia about the unsettling business at the hospital. For herself, she seemed entirely uninterested in it, trotting back to school on Monday and consigning it all to history. Which was great for the atmosphere at home, while it lasted, but got us no further in helping her.

'I know,' John said plaintively. 'I'm doing my best, Casey, really. But given what you've told me now, I'd better do better than my best, hadn't I?'

'Yes, you'd better!' I said. 'Better than that, even!'

We both laughed, but I knew John was well aware that I meant it. What was supposed to be a short interim placement for us was turning into a nightmare that was taking over our lives.

And our heads. We'd left the hospice with our minds full of questions, none of which we'd been able to discuss with Sophia in the car. She'd actually emerged from the building just as the elderly couple had driven off. She'd probably seen some of our bizarre exchange with them, even though we doubted she could have heard it. But she made no mention of it whatsoever when she climbed into the car, and by some unspoken pact maybe all those years of marriage had made us telepathic neither of us felt inclined to start bombarding her with questions.

But one thing was clear, as we discovered when we got to bed, and could at last talk freely: we'd both had the same dark ideas swirling round our heads. The grandparents, particularly the grandmother, had been clear in what they were trying to insinuate: that Sophia was responsible for what had happened to their daughter. So could it be true? Had Sophia put her mother in this dreadful state? Far from it being a suicide attempt, had Sophia pushed her down the stairs?

But while I tried to wait patiently well, not that patiently for John to come up with some more concrete information about Sophia's background, it seemed the here and now of our lives was going to hold incident enough.

It was the following Sunday, and after a blessedly uneventful week on the Sophia front Mike and I were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. With the hospital visit done now (and perhaps Sophia would be back with Jean for the next one) the day stretched ahead invitingly, and I felt remarkably carefree. I should have known something bad was due to happen.

Leaving Mike in charge, and with the kids not yet down, I slipped off into the conservatory for a sneaky f.a.g. Once Sophia had gone, I told myself as I lit it, I'd really make the effort. Get a new giving-up plan into action.

'Morning, Casey!' I turned to see Sophia in the doorway.

'Morning, lovey,' I replied. 'You want a coffee? Mike's got some brewing in the kitchen.'

'Yeah, I will, ta. Nice day, isn't it?'

I nodded my agreement. 'Still a bit cold to be coming down in those, though.' She was in her pyjama bottoms, but had reverted to a clingy little vest top, which, given the size of her top half, was rather in-yer-face. But softly, softly, I thought. That was the best way. 'Tell you what,' I said. 'Pop your dressing gown on and perhaps we could have breakfast out here.'

'It's okay, I'm not cold. I think I'll go and get that coffee. See you in a bit.' She headed back inside.

I finished my own coffee and cigarette and went back to the kitchen to take charge of my main job frying the eggs. I was always in charge of eggs, because I was the expert at cracking them. Mike always seemed to break at least half of them. He was at the worktop by now, beginning to make and b.u.t.ter toast, having put everything in the oven to keep warm. Sophia was standing next to him, pouring herself a coffee, and humming along to a Rihanna song in the radio. I began cracking the eggs into my giant frying pan.

'Sophia, love,' I said, 'when you're done, can you go upstairs and give Kieron a shout, please?'

I had my back to her, concentrating on not breaking any yolks. I only turned round, moments later, as she hadn't replied, to see that she'd actually gone to fetch him. Instead it was to see that Mike had dropped a piece of b.u.t.tered toast on the floor and was staring, mouth agape, at Sophia. I was puzzled. 'Clumsy, clumsy,' I joked, bending down to pick it up. He certainly didn't seem to be about to. And it seemed I was about to hear why.

'She just grabbed me from behind!' he managed to splutter, pointing at Sophia.

I looked at her. She grinned. 'Mike, that's a bit of an exaggeration! Groped you? I just poked you in the side!'

'I said grabbed me, not groped me. And you know d.a.m.n well what you did! Now go and get Kieron, like Casey asked you.'

He turned back to the counter, and I could see that he was seething. But Sophia clearly couldn't or wouldn't. She put down her coffee and then sauntered slowly over to him, where she came right up close behind him and coiled her arms around his chest. She then squashed herself right up against his back. Now it was me who was open-mouthed with shock.

'What the h.e.l.l do you think you're doing!' Mike thundered, wrestling her arms from him and moving out of her way. He looked desperately towards me. 'How dare you behave like that in this house!' he railed at her. 'Now get out of here, go upstairs and get dressed. You can come down for breakfast when you're prepared to behave like a young lady. Go on! Get up those stairs! Now!'

Sophia rolled her eyes at him. 'Chill out, for f.u.c.k's sake! Can't I even give my foster daddy a hug for making breakfast for me?'

'No you d.a.m.ned well can't! Not at your b.l.o.o.d.y age!' He pointed to the door. 'Now just go!'

Sophia threw her hands in the air as if in exasperation. 'Fine,' she said. 'But you should know, Casey ' she turned her gaze to me now 'that all men are the same. I know what they like.'

She then waltzed from the room and trotted off upstairs.

Mike pulled a chair out and sat down heavily. He was shaking. 'Casey, I swear, when you had your back turned to both of us she came at me from behind, hand between my legs, and ... well, she practically cupped me.' He looked horrified. 'It all happened so fast. One minute she was ...' He shook his head. 'She was so brazen. And next minute next second, she's pouring the coffee, looking like b.u.t.ter wouldn't melt ... I can't believe it.'

I was mortified. 'I know. I honestly felt like slapping her I couldn't help myself. But, G.o.d, Mike, I can hardly believe it, either. That she'd be so brazen as to do things like that? I mean, she's just a kid ...'

'Trust me, Casey,' he said. 'That girl is no kid. She knew exactly what she was doing.'

At that point Kieron came into the kitchen. 'Hey,' he said, 'what's all the shouting about?' He nodded towards the stairs. 'You know Sophia's up there talking to herself again, don't you? Calling herself names this time bizarre. What's going on?'

Because I knew he'd do it in a more level-headed fas.h.i.+on than I would, I left Mike to explain while I went up to dress myself. I could hear Sophia myself now, muttering to herself in her bedroom, calling herself a 'stupid, f.u.c.king s.l.u.t' and 'a b.l.o.o.d.y wh.o.r.e'. But before I tackled her I needed to shower and calm down and think for a bit. What on earth were we going to do with this child? We simply couldn't have things like this happening, and it threw everything else out of kilter. Was this the sort of thing she used to do with her mother's boyfriends? It didn't excuse anything on the part of the men, obviously never, never but talk about putting yourself in harm's way and making yourself vulnerable to exploitative, predatory men!

I was more concerned, however, about Kieron. Mike could handle most things, and we'd been trained in all this. The sort of kids we'd get well, a lot would have been s.e.xualised and brutalised from an early age. It was a part of what we had to be prepared to have to deal with, having damaged kids behave in scary and inappropriate ways. But Kieron had not asked for this, and shouldn't have to deal with it. And knowing what she'd done to Mike would spook him even more it was him, after all, who had pointed out to me that we were vulnerable to her making s.e.xual accusations.

I got in the shower and let the hot water stream over my face. Poor Kieron! He'd had so many traumas with Justin initially, and I knew he'd hoped it wouldn't be like that again. I just hoped I could rea.s.sure him that this was the pattern. That, in time, things almost always improved.

When I emerged from the bedroom, Sophia was still at it. 'f.u.c.king s.l.u.t! That's what you are, Sophia!' I heard her say. 'A dirty f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e. Look at yourself, go on, take a good look, s.l.u.t!'

This was the aspect that threw me the most. Not so much the action itself as this. All this talking to herself all the time. This hadn't been covered anywhere in training. We were foster carers, not trained psychiatrists. And this seemed like their area of expertise, not mine and Mike's. I left her again, not yet having worked out what to do, and instead went downstairs to Mike and Kieron. 'Well, she's still at it,' I told them, adding a smile to attempt some levity. 'Chatting away to herself in the mirror!'

But Kieron was in no mood for jokes. 'Mum,' he said. 'What are we going to do? I've just told Dad I didn't mention it before, because I didn't want to upset you, but she's been wandering about upstairs in just her underwear. She waits till she hears me coming out of my room and then acts like it's accidental. But it isn't. So now I just turn round and go back into my room till she's gone. Because she's doing it on purpose, I know she is.'

My heart hit my boots. 'I don't know what we're going to do, love. I wish I did but I don't. I have to speak to John about all this. He's supposed to be finding out more anyway. And in the meantime we're just going to have to be really careful you two, especially not to put ourselves in vulnerable situations.'

'b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, Casey!' Mike said with feeling. 'I wouldn't have said standing b.u.t.tering toast in my own kitchen was putting myself in a vulnerable situation!'

'I know,' I said. Mike was right. It wasn't that simple. 'I wish I had some answers, but I don't. But I'll report the incident straight away and, as I say, speak to John, and ...'

'Well, well, well, isn't this just peachy?' It was Sophia. 'Little family meeting, is it? About me?'

No one had heard her come back downstairs. 'Sophia ' Mike started, his voice angry.

'No, let me speak, please, Mike. Casey may not have any answers, but I do. Keeping your pervert son out of my bedroom would be a start.'

'You lying little cow!' Kieron shouted. 'How dare you say that? Trust me, I don't want to go anywhere near you!'

She just grinned at him. 'I've seen you watching me. You can't keep your eyes off me. Have you never seen a pair of t.i.ts before, or what?'

'Sophia!' I practically screamed her name, to be sure of her full attention. I knew I had to stop her before Kieron lost his senses. 'I don't know what you think you're playing at, but it won't work in this house! Now I suggest you turn around, go right up those stairs and stay there, because I'm coming seriously close to really losing my temper!'

I glanced at Kieron. He looked like he could kill her on the spot. I'd never seen him so angry before. Sophia glared at us all, as if we were really something quite distasteful to look at, before leaving the kitchen, thundering back up the stairs, and slamming her bedroom door with such force it made the house shake. I thought fleetingly of how much abuse my internal doors took with this job of mine, but seeing Kieron's face jolted me. He now looked like he was about to cry.

'Pay no attention to her, babes,' I hurriedly rea.s.sured him. 'This is obviously a part of her modus operandi. I know it's upsetting, but as you can see she's badly damaged, and it's plain to see that she's just las.h.i.+ng out ...'

'I don't care, Mum!' he said. 'I can't have her saying things like that. I mean, Lauren's so easygoing, but she'd still probably wonder ...'

'Don't be daft, love,' I said firmly. 'Lauren knows the kind of kids we have. She'd know it was just rubbish.'

'She would, son,' added Mike. 'Lauren's not stupid.'

'But that's not the point,' he said. 'I can't bear it. It makes me so stressed. I feel I can't live in my own home without watching my back all the time! No, I've made my mind up. I'm going to go and stay at Lauren's for a bit. At least until Dad can put some locks on the doors or something.'

Mike nodded. 'He's absolutely right, Case,' he said. 'I know it's c.r.a.p for us, but perhaps Kieron should go and stay at Lauren's for a bit. Just for a few days, till we've worked out with John how we're going to handle things. And in the meantime I'll sort out some locks for all the bedrooms. We can't be living like this, love, we really can't.'

I looked bleakly at my son and my husband. Was this what our lives had become because of my job? Us having to allow our own son to lock himself in his room for fear of what might happen if he didn't? A saying crossed my mind then, and it made for grim thinking. The jailors were becoming the jailed.

I tried to shake myself out of it, to get a sense of perspective. We weren't prison guards charged with keeping a criminal off the streets after all. We were carers, trained carers, of desperate kids. And she was a kid no more, no less just a kid. Just a deeply disturbed 12-year-old girl.

I felt so miserable when I woke up on Monday morning that I seriously doubted my own sanity. I was a morning person. Always had been. A dyed in the wool lark. Always first up, radio blaring, breakfast on the go. But my first thought on waking had been such a grim one. Last night my dear son had packed his bags and left home. Not for ever, I knew that and he would one day soon anyway but it was the circ.u.mstances of the leaving that hurt; that he'd left because I'd forced him to. I knew it wasn't as straightforwardly d.a.m.ning as that, but it was still my fault, my choice to bring kids like Sophia into his life.

I dragged myself from my bed anyway Mike had already left for work and went downstairs, hoping that the watery February suns.h.i.+ne might go some way towards lifting my mood. I also had to remember it wasn't Sophia's fault either. She hadn't asked to come to us, either, had she? She'd been happy (though 'happy' wasn't the right word far from it) to stay with Jean, in whose care she had clearly felt safe. And what of Jean? What was that all about really? I had so much to discuss with John Fulshaw this morning that I had half a mind to make myself a list.

I was carefully removing poached eggs from the pan when Sophia came down. I'd put them on when I'd heard the shower pump go off. To her credit, she wasn't generally any bother on a school morning. Always got up with her alarm, was dressed and ready on time. How many parents would give their left arm for that luxury?

'Eggs this morning,' I said, my back to her as I dished them up. 'All right with you, love?'

I got only a mumble in reply and turned to see her rummaging in her school bag at the kitchen table. I noticed she looked drawn and slightly dishevelled compared to her usual, carefully pulled-together appearance. 'You feeling okay, Sophia?' I asked her. 'Taken your pills yet?'

'Oh for Christ's sake, can't you leave me alone for five minutes?' she barked irritably at me. 'No, I haven't taken them yet, okay? Because I feel sick.'

I racked my brains for some memory of what the literature said about nausea. 'But doesn't that mean you need to take them?'

She rolled her eyes. 'Oh, we're the expert now, are we?'

I decided to ignore the rudeness and focus on the Addison's. I still didn't know anything like enough about her illness. Whether I was right or not, I simply didn't know. 'Look, love,' I said. 'If that's the case then I think I should ring school and tell them you won't be in till later. Let's wait till you're feeling well enough to go.'

She looked world weary. 'I'm fine, Casey, really. I just get like this sometimes. Look, I'll take them when I get to school. I promise. Just as soon as I know I'll be able to keep them down.'

I made a mental note to call her consultant, or someone at the hospital, at any rate, so that I could get advice from a real expert about what should happen if she felt sick. There was just so much information and so many different aspects to her condition that I felt I needed to take a flipping GCSE in it. 'Okay, love,' I said, as I placed her breakfast in front of her anyway. 'Sorry you're feeling rough. Perhaps if you try a nibble of something you'll feel better. Could it be your blood sugar?'

'Perhaps,' she said. 'I hope so.'

She ate very little, but I couldn't force it down her. So I just made sure I reminded her to eat a bag of peanuts if she needed them. Then I went out into the hall with her to wave her off and wish her a nice day, as had become my habit. I knew these little rituals mattered, even if she didn't. They all helped to give her a sense of security that I suspected she'd had little of in her young life.

She surprised me by hovering in the doorway, and I sensed a mood change. 'I'm so sorry about yesterday, Casey,' she said, confirming it. 'I really am. Are you still angry at me?'

'No, love. I'm not. I'm just confused. You see, I know Mike and Kieron as well as I know myself, and the things you said, well, they were just upsetting for them. We're just not like that in our family, that's the thing, love. And it hurts when people make those sorts of remarks.'

She chewed on her lip and nodded. 'I'm really sorry. It was only supposed to be a joke. That's how it started. But it went too far, didn't it?'

'I'm afraid it did, love. And it wasn't a very funny joke, was it?'

'No, it wasn't.'

'But listen, you're going to be late for registration if you don't get off now. How about we have another chat about all this when you get home? Like I say, I'm not angry, and I'm so glad you've apologised. That was very mature of you.'

This seemed to cheer her up. 'Okey dokey,' she said, grinning. 'See you in a bit then.'

And then she was off, now happy as Larry again, it seemed like. Case closed. I returned her last wave before closing the door and watched her trot off down the road looking every inch the innocent schoolgirl. This child really was such an enigma, I thought, one minute coming on as this voracious sultry temptress, the next this angelic little girl. Did even she know who she was? I didn't think so.

I ignored the was.h.i.+ng up and headed straight for the phone. Time to get back on to John Fulshaw. Make his Monday.

Chapter 12.

John listened patiently while I described the events of the previous day.