Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 14:18:54 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James chapter 19

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 19

It was dark. Very dark. And cold. He wasn't sure where he was or what time
it was. It must be night because there was absolutely no light to be seen
anywhere: not a single ray slicing the dark through a chink between badly
drawn curtains, nor a landing light seeping beneath a door, nothing. It was
eerie and very cold. He realised that he had no covers and was totally
naked. This wasn't right. What had happened? He remembered coming home with
Chris and the others, having pizza for dinner and then watching TV. Yes,
and the sex, everyone doing it, but that was where his memory ended. He
felt stiff and uncomfortable. Cold, tired, stiff, uncomfortable and now he
was becoming scared too. Something wasn't right and now, in the depths of
this absolute darkness, a sound: a slow deep breathing noise. Someone or
something was somewhere in this darkness with him. He dared not speak; even
held his breath. He listened: silence, except for the breathing, which
seemed to come from everywhere.

He wrapped his arms around himself and drew his legs up into a foetal
position. It served both as reassurance and to keep some warmth in, but it
also put off having to explore these creepy surroundings and any
investigation of who or what was with him in the room. What happened? How
could he have gone from being with Chris and the others, to this? Fear
gripped him. Maybe it was irrational, but he was neither fully awake, nor
fully aware. He lay as still as he could. He closed his eyes as tight as he
could, holding out this unnatural darkness and replacing it with his own
familiar and explainable darkness. As he lay, he started to recall some of
the things that had happened in the family room. He recalled going a lot
further than he had ever gone before. He recalled the sense of abandon that
allowed Chris and, well he couldn't remember yet who else, to penetrate
him, screw him. His stomach turned as some half remembered monster tried to
surface, but was beaten back by his subconscious. He'd allowed it to go too
far. Had he allowed it? Did he really have any choice? What was it he
couldn't quite remember? Did he really want to remember? He became more
uncomfortable both physically and emotionally as the seconds dragged past.

Somewhere, deep in the darkness, something stirred. A low moan confirmed
that something was there. He heard a rustle. Maybe sheets, he hoped. A
grunt preceded a yawn. It was a person; well he hoped it was. Why was he
such a coward? A wave of fatigue overwhelmed him and he started to drift
off to sleep again, but was held on the brink of that sleep by the cold and
fear that was still steadily rising inside him. He could neither wake
fully, nor fall back to sleep. He was held, suspended in that in between
where dreams seem real and monsters roam unchecked by reality and make no
sense at all. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours, but eventually
he made a rational attempt to explain his circumstances and it finally
occurred to him that it was one of the children sleeping in another bed
near him. It also occurred to him, eventually, that he would probably have
been put to bed with covers. That would be normal, wouldn't it? He reached
out, each movement stiff and uncomfortable. He turned over and the cold air
assailed the side that had retained some warmth by being pressed against
the mattress. He shivered, but found a rough blanked scrunched up behind
him. He pulled it over him and tried to tuck it under himself too. Silent
tears welled in the corners of his eyes and escaped over his cheeks and
nose, heading down towards the bed, or perhaps they flowed into hell. Was
this hell? It could be, but wasn't hell hot, full of fire? What else did he
deserve after everything he had done, allowed others to do to him? He was
ashamed and even shunned the memory of his mother lest he taint it with his
guilt. He sniffed back a sob.

"You awake?" The voice startled him. He didn't recognise it.

"Yeah. Who's that?" he whispered.

"Philip."

"Who's Philip?" he didn't remember anyone else being in the
house. Certainly no one called Philip had joined them for diner.

"I am. Who are you?"

"James."

"Where did they get you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they lure us in here so they can have sex with us and then lock us
in here."

"Really?"

"Yeah. "

"How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks I reckon, though it's hard to tell as they keep the door locked
most of the time."

"Where are we?"

"In the basement. The cellar."

"Shut the fuck up, will you. I'm trying to sleep." A gruff voice came from
the other direction.

"That's Andy. He was already her when I came. How old are you, James?"

"Twelve. You mean they keep you and Andy locked in here?"

"Most of the time, until they need us."

Somewhere above them they heard a crash and loud voices. People were
shouting, but James couldn't make out what was going on or what was being
said. Fear and confusion gripped him harder. People were running and there
were several more loud crashes. After what seemed like about ten minutes of
activity, everything went quite again.

"What's goin' on?" James asked.

"Dunno." It was Andy's gruff voice. He coughed, like a smokers cough.

"Shush. Someone's coming down the stairs." Philip hissed through the
darkness.

There was a scuffle outside the room and voices again. The voices receded
and then it sounded like someone was coming closer once more and putting a
key into a lock. It turned and the door was pushed open. Allowing what
seemed like a blinding light in from the hallway.

"Three. Three boys, boss" A tall uniformed policeman moved into the doorway
and scrutinised the room. He turned around and waved a WPC (female police
constable) into the room. "Watch them while I try and find them some
clothes. Just get their names for now."

"What's goin' on?" Andy growled.

The WPC smiled round at them before answering him. "We have raided the
house because we received a tip that the two men who live here were abusing
children. We've been watching them for a while and got a warrant late last
night when we saw them turn up with another boy. When we came in, the
eldest boy upstairs said you were all locked in down here."

"That'll be Sam. What's gonna happen to us?" Philip asked meekly.

"Well, first we'll want to ask you a few questions, but then we'll find you
some where to stay, or find your families. What are you names?"

"I'm Andrew Scotten. That's Philip Carsten," Andy said pointing to a boy
about James' age in the bed opposite, "but I dunno who he is. He just came
in a few hours ago."

"What's your name, son?" The WPC smiled, but it seemed false, put on, like
it was something she had been trained to do.

"James." He eventually managed to whisper.

The big policeman re-entered with a mixture of clothes, which he threw on
Philip's bed as that was nearest the door. "Put some clothes on and then PC
Hammond here will bring you up stairs to be with the others."

"Others?" James asked.

"Yeah. The other three boys that were upstairs."

"Oh." So Chris, Danny and Sam were upstairs, not in the basement. Well
maybe that was because they were family. He looked at the bed he was on. It
had a bare green mattress, stained and threadbare, and just the one rough
grey blanked he had already found. Maybe they had proper bedding and their
own bedrooms. How could he have been so stupid to let this happen to him?
Philip was pulling a t-shirt over his head and Andy was walking across to
select some clothes for himself. Andy looked a lot older. He looked even
older than Sam, maybe about fifteen or sixteen. Philip stood up off the bed
and reached down to pull on some tracksuit bottoms. He had a small amount
of pubic hair but his arms and legs were very thin, almost like sticks. His
hair had been shaved down to stubble and as he bent over, James saw several
long welts that looked like someone had hit him repeatedly. Philip caught
him looking and James quickly averted his eyes, embarrassed. It was as if
he had invaded Philip's privacy, exposing something the other boy wished he
didn't have to share. The tall Policeman must have seen or sensed something
too. When he spoke again his tone was softer, warmer than the commands he
had seemed to bark out previously.

"Come on son. You too." He walked over to the pile of clothes, chose a pair
of jeans and a sweatshirt and threw then across to James. "I know they're
not up to much, but we'll get you all sorted out properly later. We just
need to get you out of here."

"Where to?"

"The Police station for starters, and then somewhere more comfortable"

WPC Hammond ushered the three now clothed but still barefoot boys up the
cold concrete corridor and stairs. Through the door at the top of the
stairs, James immediately recognised the family room. Sam, Chris and Danny
sat glumly together on a sofa. Andy, Philip and James took the other sofa
and they waited. The three family boys wee staring at their feet. Chris and
Danny were very scared. Sam glanced up at the other three boys and caught
James' eye. Although he too looked glum, James thought, just for the
briefest moment, that he caught a twinkle in the teen's eye. As if they
shared a private joke. Something... The moment pasted and another Policeman
came in, threw them some trainers and went out again. James pulled them on
and then leaned back, waiting. He looked over his five companions. Andy was
obviously the eldest. Sam and Philip looked about the same age, but Philip
was a lot slighter and with his head shaved, he looked ill. Sam, Chris and
Danny were as James remembered them, except no one was smiling now.

WPC Hammond came back in with a woman in ordinary clothes. They strode
purposefully into the middle of the seating area and surveyed the
boys. Andy stared back at her defiantly, as if he knew her. She smiled, he
didn't.

"Well, boys, I'm Mrs Daniels and I work for Social Services. We are all
going to the local Police Station where we'll get you some breakfast and a
warm drink. While we're there, the police will want to ask each of you a
few questions, but don't worry; we know you haven't done anything wrong. We
just need to find out what's been going on here. To help the police, I'm
going to ask you not to talk to each other. That's because they want to get
each of your statements independently, because that's better if the men end
up in court, but don't worry about any of that just now. We have a couple
of cars outside waiting to take you. So, come on boys, out we go." She
spoke to them, James thought, as if they were five years old. She stood
waving her hands, as if she were directing traffic. Sam got up first and
everyone else followed. They crossed to the unmarked police vehicles that
lined the curb, blocking the drive. Beyond them were several police
cars. The boys were ushered into the back of each vehicle, three to a car,
and told to 'buckle up'.

The journey to the station was silent. The drivers made no attempt to
engage the boys in either car in conversation. Perhaps they had received
the same instructions from Mrs Daniels. A huge white painted iron gate
rolled out of their way and the cars drove slowly into the compound behind
the police station. The boys were ushered up a concrete slope and were
buzzed through a thick metal door. A barred gate blocked the corridor
inside. It was just what James imagined prison would be like. They were led
down a corridor and into a reception area. They stood in front of a high
desk covered with computer stuff and recited their names and dates of
birth. He was terrified. Were they being arrested?

Mrs Daniels had given a completely different impression, but this was
happening now. He was here and he was afraid. He also remembered how Andy
had looked when the big woman had entered the room.

"And your name?" The fat policeman behind the desk asked.

James answered. His voice came out so squeaky that he had to repeat
everything.

That done, the three boys were shown down several corridors and into
another room. This one was larger and had soft chairs scattered around
it. Along one were shelves and storage boxes full of children's books and
toys.  On another wall there was a huge window, only it was more like a
mirror. The boys found seats and slumped down into them just as Mrs Daniels
reappeared.

"Now, boys, because of the things that we think might have been happening
at that house, we have a doctor coming who will want to make sure that they
haven't hurt you physically. He's a very nice man. But before that, we want
to have a chat with each of you and one of the WPC's will also bring you
all some breakfast in a few minutes." She looked round and tried to make
eye contact with each boy, to offer reassurance, but James noticed Andy was
having none of it.

"OK." She huffed and turned to Sam, "Samuel, you come first please." She
motioned that she meant now and he complied by getting up and following her
back out of the room.

A moment later another WPC appeared carrying a tray with several white
paper bags and plastic tumblers. She placed it on a low table in the middle
of the room. "Breakfast, boys. Hope you find something you like." She
offered a weak smile and backed out of the room as if she were retreating
from a cage of lions. Was this how everyone would treat them, either as
five year olds or as prisoners? James wanted to cry. He looked over at
Chris and Danny who were seated together, and noticed that Chris was
hugging Danny who was already sobbing. Andy got up and started looking
through the bags.

"Fuckin shit." He took a large bread roll from one bag and bit into it. He
must have bitten straight into an egg yoke as yellow goo squirted out onto
his chin and t-shirt. "Fuck." he wiped his chin with his fingers and licked
the yoke off them.

Phillip burst out laughing and received an angry stare from Andy, who then
also burst out laughing. Philip got up and started handing out the
bags. There were more bags than boys, but they all seemed to contain the
same egg and bacon breakfast roll. Danny sat holding the bag, staring at
the floor, but Chris opened his and began eating. James wasn't hungry so he
just held it and let it warm his hands. He watched the others. It must be
harder for Chris and Danny and Sam, he thought, because the men were their
dad's. Danny sniffed back his tears, opened the bag and peered inside, as
if he had no idea what it might contain. After a few minutes, he too took
out his roll and, using the bag to hold it, started nibbling the edge of
the roll. As instructed, there was little chat, but the boys were
continually catching each other's eye, as if to seek reassurance that they
were in this together. No one stood alone. James was just thinking that,
maybe, he too would nibble a little of his roll, when a man came in and
told him to follow.

He got up, put his bag down and followed the man down the corridor into a
white washed examination room. Waiting for them was another man, but this
one was wearing a white doctors coat.

"Well, they tell me you're James. How do you do?" He reached out to shake
James' hand. "I'm Dr Ross, and I need to check you over to make sure you've
not been hurt physically. Now some of the examination may be a little
uncomfortable, because I have to check your private places too. But I'll be
as gentle and as quick as I can. Ok?" He stood, as if genuinely waiting for
James' permission to proceed. James nodded, not sure what else he could
do. What would this Doctor do if he said no? The doctor told him to
undress. By the time James had disrobed, the Doctor had pulled latex gloves
on. He flashed a light into James' eyes. Used another thingy to look into
his ears and used a lollipop stick to hold James' tongue down while he
inspected the boy's mouth. James had no idea what this man was looking for
but the Doctor continued to tap, poke and prod. He examined the boy's penis
and testicles and James went red. Eventually he asked James to get up on an
examination bench and pull up his legs. James felt exposed and as he lay
there, something grazed over his anus and he felt his muscles react
involuntarily. He saw a frown cross the Doctor's face as he turned and
nodded to the other man who had stayed and watched the whole
examination. The doctor let out a big sigh and turned back to Jason.

"Ok, son. You can put your clothes back on and then Mr Bateman will take
you back through to the others."

James felt a dam inside burst and he started to cry. The two men just stood
there. It wasn't done for professionals to touch unnecessarily, but just
now, James needed someone to hold him and there was no one to do it. He
thought of his mother, but she had gone. Then he thought of Tom. Maybe Tom
wasn't so bad after all. Tom had held him. He wanted someone to hold him,
love him. He needed someone, but just now, there was no one. What would
happen now?



More to come...