Authors: Colin Griffiths
The statement seemed an odd one to Peter as if suggesting he didn’t feed his children, then a terrible thought came over him ‘
what if I can’t feed my children’
his stomach was in knots and he began to sweat,
‘Why on earth would you say that’ he asked,
The doctor thought about it for a while, it seemed the best advice he could give, under the circumstances men with skills and strength were an asset to the community, those who were weak and showed no promise, David Harris shivered when he thought of it, he wished he had said nothing at all.
‘It’s the best advice I can give you’ he told Peter,
‘Can you tell me how I can take him out of here?’ asked Peter ‘that would be better than any medical advice’ he added with sarcasm in his voice.
The doctor looked sheepish as he took his stare from Peters,
‘I’m a doctor’ he told him ‘I can’t help you with anything else, he measured and weighed him, asked him the same routine personal questions and thanked him, gesturing him to leave, Peter stood but did not immediately leave, he thought the doctor didn’t seem enthused with his job, like everyone else in Underwood it appeared that he wished he was someplace else,
‘How long have you been the doctor here’ Peter asked, the doctor met his eyes,
‘I’ve always been the doctor here’ he told him’ Peter locked eyes with him, the doctor did not look away, ‘thank you doctor’, said Peter as he left thinking ‘
that’s another person who wished he wasn’t here, then why the fuck is he’
‘How old are you’ the doctor asked Lily as she sat down, Lily had refused the offer of her mother attending, much to Eileen’s protests.
‘I’m 14’ she told him assertively as she sat down with her arms crossed in an act of defiance. Lily felt like she wasn’t going to be pushed around by any doctor, she had her own doctor at home in Sheffield.
The doctor looked her up and down in a manner that Lily felt uncomfortable with, she pressed her arms against her body as if trying to protect herself, her defiance weakened, her vulnerability returning to her, she didn’t like it, she didn’t like feeling this way, the doctor stared at her developing body and shook his head with grief, she gave her birthdate which would make her 15 in two months’ time, he wished she had lied to him, made herself younger, but she looked 16 now, and he dare not lie,
‘just prolong the inevitable’
he thought, he asked Lily the same questions he asked her family, measured her height and weight and all the time she held her arms tight against her chest, this disturbed David , People who were born in the town, their parents knew the consequences, most of the boys were immediately taken away, the daughters raised until they were 16 and then turned into a breeding machine, and the same thing would happen to them, over and over again, if they were to live that long, Lily was different in this case, she wasn’t born in Underwood, she was an outsider, that would give the hierarchy particular interest, what kind of child could she produce.
‘That will be all’ the doctor told her, Lily just sat there, arms crossed ‘is there anything’ the doctor added’
‘I’m not having any babies’ she told him, and that sent a shiver down his spine, it was obvious the vicar had briefed them.
‘Let’s talk about that nearer the time’ said the doctor, gesturing her to leave, Lily got up to leave,
‘talk about it when you want’ she said ‘I aint having any’ and she slammed the door behind her, the doctor put his head in his hands, he liked her, she showed bottle he had thought, he just wished she wasn’t going to be a sacrificial lamb, because martyrs didn’t exist in Underwood, Lily went and sat next to her Father, he noticed the determination and anger on her face, he held her hand trying to offer some comfort, but Lily never felt any comfort from her father, all she felt was the fear burning inside her, as Eileen went into see the doctor, Nathan sat there quiet, he had become very withdrawn as all of it failed to register in his young mind,
‘We’ve got 14 months to get out of here’ Lily told her father, he held her hand tightly now,
‘I know’ he told her.
Carol White was his first call of the day, she lived in Hawthorne, the same road as Peter, she lived at no.6, and no one lived in the houses between 6 and 12.
Peter was given no transport, he had to walk to any venue, however the town was not large, and everywhere seemed to be within walking distance, if the equipment he took with him was to heavy to carry, he was to take the bus, driven by Steve Duce, the man who had forgotten how to smile. This job was a blocked washing machine, something he hadn’t done in ages, fitting boilers and heating systems was his forte, and he was very good at it, working for an international heating systems company in Yorkshire, he had recently become a manager running his own team of plumbers, he guessed he may need no more than a spanner, the sports centre housed his workshop, it was clearly used as a squash court in the past, now it was full of tools, nuts and bolts, washers, probably anything he needed to maintain the domestic appliances of Underwood, as it looked like that’s all he would be doing, at least until he found a way out.
Carol White opened the door with a beaming smile on her face, she was 48, curly hair, plump with a pretty face, ‘I tried to do it myself’ she told Peter ‘there was water all over the place’ she led him to the kitchen, she acted very cheerfully and Peter thought how different that was to everyone else he had met, the kitchen floor was soaked.
‘I’ll be running out of clean knickers soon’ she laughed, Peter gave her a smile, he really didn’t want to hear about her underwear problems, she was dressed in a short skirt and a revealing top and stood in a “come and get me pose”,
‘any shorter and I’ll be able to see them on you ‘
Peter thought,
He wanted to ask her how she could live in a place like this, how she got here, why hadn’t she tried to leave, where are her family, what had her past been like, what she thought was in the woods, and lots more, but he asked her nothing, he didn’t want to be to suspicious, he would get the information he needed somehow ‘
there has to be a way out’
He set down to work and within ten minutes had fixed the washer, it was a mundane task, almost anybody could have done it, that is all except Carol White, he handed her a pair of white lacy knickers that was blocking the pipe, she giggled as she took them off Peter,
‘They look better’ on she told him as she lifted her skirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any, showing Peter her love nest.
Peter felt himself going red as she stood there with her skirt lifted, he looked the other way, he wasn’t sure who was feeling the most vulnerable, her or him, he just wanted to get out of the house, but it didn’t seem to faze Carol as she raised her skirt as high as she could.
‘It’s how I pay’ she told Peter, she still stood but now her skirt was around the ankles, she wore the same smile,
‘There’s no charge’ he told her and quickly picked up his tool bag to leave, Carol grew panicky and chased after him,
‘I have to pay, I have had 3 repairs and 3 equals a payment’ it should be on your worksheet’
Peter checked his work sheet, on it, it said ‘payment required, 3rd visit’ Peter marked it paid in full,
‘Please pull your dress up’ he told her as he left, Carol watched him leave, her skirt still around her ankles, disappointment etched on her face.
He stood at the top of the path of the house in Hawthorne still wondering what the hell just happened, he felt guilty for what he saw yet had no reason to be, he turned back around, walked down the path and knocked the door, Carol answered, he was pleased to see her dressed, and she seemed surprised to see him,
‘How would you usually pay’ he asked,
‘vouchers’ she told him, but I have none left, I don’t get many’ for the first time since he met her she stopped smiling, Peter tried to catch her eye’s but her gaze was set downwards,
‘Sex usually works’’ she said, Peter wondered what happens when she no longer became attractive, but didn’t ask the question,
‘So what happens if I wanted a voucher?’
‘you get one of mine when I get them next, I get 2 a week,’ they were still stood on the doorway, Peter was hoping she wouldn’t drop her skirt again, she held the door open wide as if to invite him back in,
Peter put his hand in his inside pocket, he had been given 25 vouchers, his first weeks wages, ‘
that must make me rich in this place’
he thought.
He handed one to Karen, she hesitantly took it as her face lit up,
‘No catch’ he told her, ‘it’s for being a good neighbour’ her smile returned and she put her arms around his neck, her face gleaming.
‘Oh thank you’ she said, showing her gratitude, Peter smiled at her, Carol thought he looked twice as handsome when he smiled,
She pouted her lips’ you can still come in you know and examine my white bits’
‘It’s fine’ he told her’ and found himself smiling.
‘such a shame’ she said as they parted company, Peter looked up the street he could see his own house in the corner, he looked at his next and only other work sheet, ‘a blocked drain in Maple’ it said, and as he looked at the map, that’s where he walked, within in a couple of minutes he was at Maple.
Eileen and the children had walked so far with Peter and the rest of the way home on their own as he went into number 6 to fix the washing machine, they waved goodbye to each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world,
‘what are we going to do’ Lily asked her mum as soon as they said goodbye to Peter, it was the umpteenth time Eileen had heard it,
‘I haven’t a clue’
was her answer, but she didn’t want to tell Lily that, She couldn’t tell her that,
‘Your dad will sort it’ she told her, Lily huffed and puffed, Eileen was concerned about Nathan, he held her hand as they walked, he would never normally do that, he had become quiet and withdrawn, she couldn’t begin to understand what this was doing to her children. She knew what it was doing to herself and that was bad enough, she couldn’t understand herself, why wasn’t she shouting and screaming, demanding answers, calling the police, even resorting to violence if she had to, like she had done in the past in her younger years, but she knew she could do all that if she wanted to, she also knew it would make things worse, she would bide her time, play it safe, it was like Peter had told her ‘
there will be an opportunity’.
They walked into the house, number 12 Hawthorne, Eileen put the keys on the table in the hallway, though she had slept there the previous night, it was only now she started to take things in, she noticed how clean the place was, and in a sense that made things worse, everywhere they had been since they got here was spotlessly clean, yet it had a sense of a dirty living hell, Lily and Nathan told her they were going to look at the garden as they left through the kitchen door, the house seemed empty and cold at that moment.
Eileen began opening the cupboards, indeed they were well stocked with food and utensils, the fridge was stocked with cheese, milk and fresh vegetables, the freezer was full, under the sink was a host of cleaning materials ‘
if this was a holiday, it would be lovely’
she told herself, at that instant she wanted to pretend it was a holiday, have a good time until Peter thought of a way out, ‘
will that be possible’
she asked herself, she was awoken from her trance by the sound of her children shouting for her, she grew concerned as she headed for the back garden, panicking as she feared the worse, she could not believe her eyes as she tried to take in what was in front of her.
At the side of the house was vast landscaped gardens, a summer house, a slide which Nathan was sliding down, climbing frames and swings, in the corner was a fish pond with a waterfall, a large barbecue with seating area and an assortment of outdoor furniture, it was probably the nicest outdoor space she had ever seen, and in a strange way she thought that this only made things worse,
‘It’s beautiful’ she said out loud, Lily had come over to stand by her, they both stood looking at the beautiful garden.
‘I’m still not staying here’ she told her mother, and as Lily stared at the garden, basked in sunshine, she really wanted to get her bikini on and get a suntan and forget about this awful place such was the allure that stood before them.
‘Those recliners look comfortable’ she added and Eileen agreed.
They both stood and watched for a moment, transfixed by the colourful borders full of evergreens, watching Nathan make his way to the top of the climbing frame that stood twenty feet high, he was now at the top and making his way to the other side, Eileen wanted to tell him to be careful, but she didn’t, watching him do normal things was enough for her, the tranquillity was broken by a voice from the other side of the fence, and as Lily and Eileen looked in that direction, they saw the heads of their three neighbours.
‘Hi’ said Rebecca, a 38 year old red head with a face as pretty as an angel, peering over the fence beside her was 11 year old Samuel and 15 year old Ivy, both with the same red her and their mothers good looks,
‘Lovely garden isn’t it’ Rebecca added,
Eileen and Lily went over to greet their neighbours, ‘yes it is’ Eileen said, still trying to take in the surroundings.
‘Can I go and climb on the frame with him’ said Samuel, pointing to Nathan who was swinging from one of the bars, Rebecca shot him a look as if to tell him not to be cheeky,
‘Of course you can’ Eileen told him and he shot over the 5 foot fence in a flash and as Eileen laughed she had guessed he must have done that many times before. It was the first person Lily had seen around her age and as she studied Ivy’s face she could swear she could see the same fear on her face that swept through her own body,
‘Fancy some sunbathing’ Lily asked Ivy,
A smile broke out on her face,
‘Sure but I’m gonna get my cossie on first’ and off she went,
‘Me to’ shouted Lily and ran into the house to get changed, Eileen and Rebecca stood and laughed on the opposite side of the fence,
‘I think she’s glad to see someone her own age’ Rebecca said through the giggles and Eileen noticed her expression change to one of concern,
‘How old is she’ Eileen asked her,
Rebecca’s reply was instant
‘she’s 16 in 7 months and 23 days, and they both just stood quiet for a while, trying to take in what was said, the horror of it dawning on Eileen, and wondering just how long she had been counting down in days, she found herself doing the maths in her own head for Lily, but quickly blanked it out of her mind,
‘I’m Eileen, fancy coming around for a chat’ she held out her hand and Rebecca took it, a smile returned to her face, ‘you get the glasses and I’ll get the wine’ she told her, and that’s what Eileen did.