Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 18:07:54 +0000 (GMT) From: Nathan Me Subject: james chapter 26 'James' by Nathan Email address nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk My stories are archived at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nathansstories/. This story contains material of a sexual nature and describes sexual acts between adults and children. If you find this kind of material offensive, if you are under the legal age to read such material or if it is illegal in your country, please do not read any further. My stories may contain some factual or autobiographical elements, but they are works of fiction and any apparent similarities of my characters to real people are not intended. This story is protected by copyright. It may not be downloaded, copied, printed or otherwise reproduced in any way other than for your private enjoyment and may not be changed in any way without express written consent of the author, me! I hope you enjoy this story. James: Chapter 26 "Fuck off, yer twat." The officer interviewing Andy was getting nowhere fast. The teen had completely refused to allow any physical examination. He had described the basics of how he had come to be there and what had happened to him, but when they needed to go into detail, Andy called them 'perverted bastards' who, 'lived off the misery of kids'. They wanted details: he had no intention of giving them. He hated the pigs. He hated Social Workers. He hated Mrs Daniels who still could not understand why the boy was so antagonistic towards her. She had decided to sit in with him, as he was the oldest and she thought through him, she would get the clearest picture. How wrong could you be? He had 'accidentally' spilled his cup of water all over her skirt, moved his chair and in the process put it down on her toe and generally made her job as difficult as he could. After 20 minutes of frustration, the senior police office suggested Andy would like to go back to the waiting room and have a soft drink while waited for the others. "Too right. Owt to get away from this cow!" He sneered, "It's like a farm yard: cows and pigs." She was so angry she wanted to thump him, but she didn't. However, the officer couldn't help but notice the colour rising up her neck into her face. Philip was being a lot more helpful. He described in detail how they had lured him to their home, the first sexual contact, being restrain and dumped in the basement where they were locked most of the time. He described being taken out and driven in the back of a van to various men's homes where he was made to perform sexual acts. He described the physical abuse he suffered if he didn't comply. He showed them bruises on his arms and back that, though faded, were still clearly visible. They arranged for a police doctor to look at those, as it seemed they had been missed the first night. He was taken into an examination room where they were they were examined and then photographed. The more personal the examination got, the more uncomfortable Philip became. At one point he was close to tears, but the professionals had a job to do. Sam was sat in a big leather chair. He had already undergone a physical that had shown clearly he was the victim of repeated physical and sexual abuse over an extended period. As he had been the one to call the police in the first place, they acknowledged his courage and commended him for it. They led him through his thirteen years, establishing why he lived alone with his father, where his mother was, when the abuse had started and how it had developed, why they had moved in with Trevor and what had happened since. Sam answered every question as fully as he could. He cried when he talked about his own father, but got angry what they talked about Andy, Philip and James. There had also been other boys. He was the first to tell the officers that a number of children had actually been sold on. He gave names, approximate ages and descriptions and when he thought he had last seen them. "Do you want a break, Sam?" "No." "Are you sure? It wouldn't be a problem." "No. I just want to get this all out." He sat back in the big chair, determined to get everything out. He was ashamed. He was old enough to know what society thought of his family's activities and was thoroughly ashamed. The inner conflict had been tearing him apart for months. He had been a happy child, but as he matured and his hormones raged, so something inside was released and he was angry. "I'm sorry, Sam, but I need to break just for a moment for a toilet break. Do you want to wait here? Would you like me to fetch you another soft drink?" "Ok." For Sam, this was just as much of an ordeal, but he had at least chosen to do something, finally. If nothing else, that might one day help him to live with himself. Chris was seated in a similar chair. He had burst into tears during the physical examination and repeatedly during the interview. They broke for a while each time, until he regained his composure. Finally, Steve Armstrong, the social worker pulled the policeman who was doing the interview out of the room. "I think we might have to leave this one for another day. What do you think?" "You're probably right. He really is screwed up. I never understand how kids get through this kind of stuff. It really is beyond me. It's that, until they are confronted with how wrong it all is, they seem to be able to block it all out, then they go to peaces like this." "They all react differently, but remember that during the first interview, he was allowed to be with his little brother, so this is the first time he has actually had to talk about this by himself. It might have been better if we'd treated him as a youngster and let Stella do his interview." "Maybe, but Sarge wanted something from them all today so we could apply for extensions on how long we can hold the bastards. If necessary we need enough to bring charges so we can carry on holding them." "Let's check in with the others and see what we have got then. I would have thought that just with what we got from this one and the original interviews you would have enough." "Maybe." "So, James, last time we spoke you said that you didn't like the children's home where you were placed and ran away into London. Is that right?" James just nodded. "Sorry, James, you have to say it out loud for me." "Yes." "Ok. Tell me, did anything in particular happen at the home that made you run away?" He shook his head, and then remembered he had to speak. "No." "You gave us descriptions of two men: one you met in Macdonald's and the other at the Charring Cross train station. You spent a night at the Station man's home and you said he touched your genitals and kissed you all over. Can you tell us any more about that man?" James shook his head. His heart was racing, his hands were sweating and his head was beginning to swim. The officer saw him change colour and remembering that the kid had thrown up during his first interview; he suggested a break, even though they had only just started. The female Social Worker who was sitting in on the interview led James back out into the corridor and walked beside him in case he needed physical support. She was fairly young and hadn't been involved in a case this big before. She looked at the sweet young boy and couldn't imagine how anyone would want to hurt him. He was adorable, if a little green at the moment. She got him a drink and they went back into the interview room. "Ok, James. So, after a few days on the street you met some people in a cinema. Can you tell me about that?" "It was John, Danny and Chris." "Can you tell me who each of those people are?" "John is a man who lives with Chris and Danny's dad, Trev." "Had you ever met any of them before?" "No." "So what happened?" "Chris came and sat with me, watching the film. Danny was jumping up and down next to John." He paused. He felt like he was betraying Chris and Danny. The officers waited. He so wanted not to have to do this. He looked at the wall, the desk, the floor, and the camera up in the corner near the ceiling. He remembered the cameras at the house. They had videoed him. He had forgotten that. "Chris put his hand on my knew and then he touched me." "Where did he touch you?" "My privates." "Outside or inside your trousers?" "Outside." "Did he try anything else?" "No." "Did either John or Danny touch you in the cinema?" "No." "Ok. So what happened next?" "They asked if I wanted to go with them for dinner. I thought it would be ok 'cause Chris seemed ok." "Even though he was touching your privates?" "Well, that didn't seem too bad after the what the two men did." "So what happened next?" "We went to the car and drove out of the city. We picked up Sam..." "Do you know the address where you went to get Sam?" "No." "Had you ever been there before?" "No." "Did you see anyone else at that house?" "No." "OK. Where did you go then?" "We went back to Trev's house. Oh and we got pizzas on the way too. When we got to the house we had pizza and salad and ice-cream. Then we watched the TV and eat sweets." "Ok, James. What happened next?" "Well I saw John playing with Sam's willy. Sam had got all his clothes off. And Chris put his hand down my trousers and grabbed my dick, but he caught it with his nails and it made me jump. Everybody thought it were funny and then they all got naked and started the sex stuff. Trev used a video camera to video me sucking Sam's dick." For another 30 minutes James described in vivid detail the sex in the family room. John and Danny, Sam and Trev, what all of them did to him right up until the moment he passed out. They asked him how he felt, why he didn't stop it and what he meant by the colours moving around. They obviously had some idea of what he was describing, but left it to him to put it in his own words, careful not to lead him in any direction but the truth. They asked him how he ended up in the basement and what happened down there, what he knew about Andy and Philip and if there was anything else that they hadn't discussed. When they had finished the adults all seemed really please with him. They all looked happy. It was a little confusing, because he knew they thought that what he had been doing was wrong, but they were happy to hear about it. He still felt a little light headed and wading through his own thoughts seemed like trying to walk through mud. They took him through to the examination room, where a doctor once again examined him, but more thoroughly than before. He winced when the doctor touched him. It seemed that adults really wanted was to see him naked and touch him. Were these any different to John and Trev, or the man in MacDonald's or Tom? It was all so confusing. More to come...