The not so innocent minds Ch 2 STANDALONE
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Home Alone 11
By Susan Brown.
I looked at Nicola's mum in horror. I'm sure that the blood must have
drained out of my face, as I felt faint and giddy all at the same time.
Don't worry Katie, I'm not annoyed with you. We all want to help'.
Just then, there was a knock at the door and Nicola put her head around
it.
'Are you OK? She said rather hesitantly, obviously not sure whether I
was annoyed with her or not.
'Come in Nic.' Said Mrs. Bright.
Nicola came in and ran over to the bed.
Sorry Katie, I had to tell mum. She was so worried about you and I knew
that our secret was out.'
'That's OK Nicola. I suppose you had no choice.'
I hadn't noticed, but a man had followed Nicola in the room. He was
tall with dark short hair. He had a smile on his face and I assumed
correctly that he was Nicola's father.
'Hello Katie.' He said in a soft warm voice. 'You seem to have been
through the wars lately.'
'Yes, sorry to be a pest.'
He laughed. It was a nice laugh.
'Now then, none of that talk. How do you feel?'
'A bit better now, thanks.'
'That's good; I suppose my wife has told you what is wrong with you?'
'Yes, I have diabetes. Will I die?'
He laughed. 'No, you'll survive. We need to book you in at the hospital
for some thorough tests but by the look of things, you are only mildly
borderline diabetic. I'm hoping that we will only have to look at your
diet, but you may need injections'
I started to get upset then. With thoughts of my health out of the way
I realised that my future, the future that I had planned for, like
living alone and looking after myself, were torn to shreds.
My eyes filled with tears and said in a voice quavering with fear.
'What will happen to me, will I be put in a home?'
Nicola's Mum sat on the bed and gave me a cuddle. It was the first one
that I had had since before my mum and dad died. I cried my eyes out,
releasing the tension that had been building inside of me since the
terrible time that I had lost my parents and found myself alone in the
world. She stroked my hair and whispered in my ear that everything
would be all right.
I must have been very tired because the next thing I remembered was
waking up at the sound of the bedroom curtains being drawn back.
'Good morning, sleepy head. How do you feel this morning?'
It was Nicola's mum. I rubbed my eyes. They were still gritty from
crying.
'A bit better thanks.'
She came over and sat on the bed and took my hand.
'Now Katie, we need to talk. We won't be disturbed but I need to find
out all I can about what happened after the accident. I know it will
upset you but I have to know everything otherwise it will be difficult
to help you. OK?'
I nodded.
Right, tell me from the beginning all about yourself and what has
happened to make you want to try to live at home, by yourself as a
girl.
I took a deep breath and slowly at first, I told her my story. About my
lovely parents, moving house, trying to find a school, the accident and
the strange dreamlike aftermath. I cried a lot while I was telling her
about my loss and then my fear about going into care. She smiled when I
told her about my shopping incidents and gasped at my being mugged. In
between all this, I told her about my always being a girl and not a
boy, even though I had boy bits and my decision to forget my boyhood
and finally my desire to be a girl outside as well as in. Being a
child, it was a bit difficult to put into words my feelings. I had not
had any practice at talking about such deep inner secrets, but looking
at her face and seeing her tearful eyes, I could see that at least I
had got her sympathy.
In the end I finished my story. Even to me it sounded fantastic, but I
had unburdened myself and it made me feel a lot better, almost as if a
weight had lifted from me.
I looked up at the kind face of Mrs Bright and asked 'What will happen
to me?'
Well, Katie, I know that the situation is complicated and I would love
to give you an answer that you would be happy with, but you have to be
patient because I need to speak to lots of people today. By this
evening, I hope to have some answers for you. Will you promise me
something?'
'Um yes.'
'Will you promise to stay here with Nicola today and not run away? You
need medical help still and you are safe here and Mrs Simpson, my
housekeeper will keep an eye on you.'
'I promise.'
'OK, I'll see you later then. Bye!'
With that she kissed me on the forehead and hurried out of the room.
I must have fallen asleep again because I woke up with a start as I
realised that Nicola had jumped on the bed.
'Sorry, did I wake you up?
'Yes you did!'
'Well never mind about that. Daddy said before he left for work that
you can get up, if you feel OK and don't run about too much.'
I struggled to my feet and said. 'Where are my clothes?'
I was wearing a pink cotton nightie. It wasn't mine, it must have been
Nicola's.
We didn't like to rummage around your things too much. Mum was feeling
guilty about looking for papers and stuff in your bag. Anyway, your bag
is in the closet over there.
I went over to the closet and opened the door. My bag was at the
bottom. I took it out and I emptied it onto the bed.
I dug out a pink top, short pleated white skirt, some white silky
panties and white ankle socks that had a pink band around the top.
Nicola showed me where the bathroom was and left me while I had a
shower and got dressed.
In no time we were downstairs and tucking into buttered toast and OJ.
Mrs Simpson was fussing around making sure that we had everything we
needed. I was still very thirsty so I drank plenty of water. I was
hoping that whatever treatment I was going to have, would help to stop
me wanting to drink every five minutes and going to the loo every ten!
After breakfast, we went out into the garden.
Nicola was still feeling a bit guilty about snitching on me, but I soon
put her right about that.
'Don't be silly. Nic. It had to end sooner or later. I was mad to think
that I could get away with living alone like that. Anyway, I hated
lying to everyone. Was your Mum and Dad surprised about me having boy
bits?'
Nicola giggled, 'You bet. You should have seen my Mum when she got you
undressed and ready for bed. She saw the dangly thing between your legs
and her jaw dropped and she gasped. I thought she was going to have a
heart attack. Dad didn't look surprised but I suppose in his job he
sees lots of strange things. I had to tell them about you then, didn't
I?'
'How did your mum take it?'
'Well, she kept on going on about how girly you looked and she thought
it a shame about you having so many problems.'
We walked about the garden a bit and then sat down under a tree. I was
feeling a bit tired so I lay back on the cool grass and closed my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I was woken
up suddenly by something landing on my tummy.
It was Honey! She climbed up me and started licking my nose.
'Stop it, Honey, it tickles!'
Nic, was laughing her head off and rolling about on the grass.
'Thanks Nic and here is me ill and you give me a shock!'
'Sorry, Katie. I should have warned you but I couldn't resist it. Honey
ran the full length of the garden when she saw you and just jumped and
landed in the right spot!'
I laughed at that and gave my cat a big cuddle. She purred loudly and
then, just like a cat, ran off under the bushes to hunt for some poor
mouse or something.
We decided to go back in the house because I wanted a drink, so we got
up, brushed the grass off our skirts and went indoors.
We spent the day lounging about, playing on the computer and generally
doing nothing in particular. Nicola painted my nails, I did hers. We
read some girls comics, tried on some clothes. Normal stuff really, for
young girls with not much to do.
Late in the afternoon, we walked into the kitchen, Mrs Simpson was on
the phone so I got a glass of water and we went up to my bedroom again
as I wanted to sort out my clothes to see what needed washing or
ironing.
Just as we sat down to sort my stuff out, Mrs Simpson, who was a rather
portly lady, came in, puffing with the exertion of climbing the stairs.
'There you are Katie. That was Mrs Bright on the phone. She wants you
to meet and man and woman tonight. They are coming here at seven
o'clock. She will be coming home with them so she wants you to both
have tea early and put on nice dresses. I think she wants you to make a
nice impression for these people. Tea will be ready at five thirty so
you have about twenty minutes. Don't forget to wash your hands'
'Yes, Mrs Simpson, we said in unison.
In no time, we were tucking into sausages and mash, my favourite meal.
We speculated what was going to happen at seven and I felt myself
getting worked up over seeing these strangers.
Just then, Dr Bright came in the kitchen.
'Daddy!' shouted Nicola as she ran up to him and into his outstretched
arms, embracing her and sweeping her off her feet.
I remembered doing that to my Dad not so long ago and I must admit I
felt a bit sad.
Dr Bright must have seen my face so after Nicola had put him down
(joke) he came over to me and sat down next to me.
'And how is young Katie?'
'A bit worried about those people coming tonight.'
'Don't worry. You have to remember that the authorities have a
responsibility to make sure children are not harmed and the best
possible care is given to them.'
'But I'll be put in a home.'
'Is that what you are worried about?'
'Yes, that's why I decided to live at home alone, so know one will put
me in a home.'
'There are lots of different things that can happen and going to a home
is only one of them and it's normally the last resort. Most local
authorities try to put children with a foster family that has some
experience with looking after children with problems.'
I felt a bit better after that.
Suddenly Nicola said, 'Quick, we only have half an hour before those
people come, let's go and get ready!'
With that, we rushed upstairs to get changed.
Unfortunately, most of my nice things were a bit creased from being so
long in the case so Nicola kindly lent me a nice pink dress. It was a
strappy cotton dress edged with satin and it just covered my knees It
was very pretty and I was so pleased that Nicola let me wear it, as it
was one of her favourites.
Nicola helped tease my hair into looking as nice as possible. My hair
was still quite short but it was getting longer and we thought that it
looked quite pretty with two small bunches held together with pink
scrunches.
Nicola wore a similar dress to mine but in yellow and she had her hair
the same as me but with yellow scrunches. Looking in the mirror we
looked a bit like sisters and I liked that!
Just after seven o'clock, Mrs Bright came into my bedroom. We had been
so wrapped up in getting ready; we hadn't heard her come home!
'Are you ready, you two?'
'Yes.' Said Nicola.
I didn't say anything. I was getting worried again.
'Well you both look very pretty, come on lets go and meet our guests.'
We went downstairs. My heart was in my mouth. All the time after my
parents had died, I had pictured being taken away and put where I
didn't want to go. Now was the moment of truth.
We walked into the lounge and I could see, sat on the settee were a man
and a woman. The woman looked quite nice and she was quite old, about
30 I would say and she was smiling. The man was a bit older and he
wasn't smiling. He looked very officious and had a clipboard in his
hand.
The lady smiled and said enquiringly, 'Katie?'
'That's me,' I said in a small voice.
'Sit down dear, don't worry, we are here to help you.'
I sat down opposite them and waited quietly.
The man was frowning for some reason. I didn't think he liked me much.
He kept looking at his clipboard and then at me.
The lady looked up and said to the family, 'Would it be OK if we speak
to Katie by herself for a few minutes?'
'Of course,' said Mrs Bright and they all left me alone with the two
council people.
'Now Katie, I am Miss Smith and this is Mr Jackson. We are here to help
you a much as we can. I know a bit about your case but Mr Jackson here
hasn't had enough time to look at your papers, so perhaps you can tell
us a bit about what happened to you....'
Mr Jackson interrupted Miss Smith. 'Sorry, but I'm a bit confused here.
I thought we were seeing a David Peters?'
Miss Smith looked annoyed, 'Yes John, this is David Peters but as you
can see she prefers to be Katie.'
'But she, I mean he is a boy. Why is he dressed like that?'
'Look Philip, I know that you were rushed into this and you don't know
much about this case but could you please wait until we hear what Katie
says before you jump in?'
I felt my face get very red. They were talking about me as if I wasn't
there!
The man coughed looked unhappy at being talked to like that by Miss
Jones and said to me 'Well Da.. I mean Katie, what happened to you
after your parents died?'
I started to tell them what happened and it was so hard. I started to
cry as I explained the events after my Mum and Dad were killed and it
took ages to finish my story.
Miss Smith looked at me with tears in her eyes, so she at least must
have had some idea as to what I was going through. But one look at Mr
Jackson made my heart flip. He didn't look upset. He just looked as if
I was something he had scraped off his shoe.
He coughed and said, 'But um, why do you like to dress like a girl?'
'I don't.'
'What do you mean?'
'I don't dress like a girl. I am a girl!'
'No you're not, you are a boy. You were born a boy and have all the
physical characteristics of a boy.'
'I might have boys' bits but inside me I am a girl!'
'You will grow out of it, its unnatural to be like you are now.'
'No I won't, I am a girl, don't you understand!'
With that I ran out of the room past the startled Brights' waiting
outside, wrenched open the kitchen door and ran outside.
I remembered that my bike was around the corner by the garage, so I
just ran to it, got on and peddled down the drive as furiously as I
could. It was dark so I couldn't see very well, but the moon was out in
the cool night sky.
I wasn't very rational, I was angry, hurt confused and scared, also I
was crying my eyes out. I wobbled on my bike as the emotions I felt
overcame me.
'It wasn't fair.' I thought. 'Just when I thought things were going to
work out for me another thing happens to knock me down again. I must
get away, now before they catch me and put me away. The horrible man
Jackson. Perhaps I am unnatural, weird, sick or whatever. I have the
body of a boy and the mind of a girl. How sick is that!'
I rode off into the night, not knowing who I really was, where to go or
what to do.
To be continued.
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