Casey Watson - Crying for Help: The Shocking True Story of a Damaged Girl with a Dark Past
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Sunday Times Bestselling Author
Casey Watson
Crying For Help
To my wonderful and supportive family
Contents
8.15am, Wednesday 15 October
Transcript of a call to emergency services, [location given] Response Centre
999 OPERATOR Police emergency. Can I help you? YOUNG GIRL Its my mum. I think shes dead. OPERATOR Can I have your name and address, lovey? YOUNG GIRL Yes, Im Sophia, I live at [address given]. OPERATOR Okay, sweetheart. Thats great. Now, how old are you? SOPHIA Im almost eleven. OPERATOR Thank you, Sophia. Now, listen there are some police officers on their way to your house now, so you just stay on the phone talking to me until they get to you, okay? Then you must let them come in. Okay, lovey? You understand that? SOPHIA Yes, okay. But shes dead. I think she must be. [Pauses.] Shes fallen down the stairs, I think, and theres blood. Shes very cold. OPERATOR Okay sweetheart. I understand. You just keep talking to me, okay? Stay on the phone. The officers will be there in just a minute or two, all right? Is there anybody else with you? SOPHIA Yes, there is. My friend, Caitlyn. We had a sleepover. I dont know what to do. Oh, hang on, Caitlyns gone to the door. I think its the police. Yes, theyre here. OPERATOR Theyre there? All right sweetheart, Ill let you go and speak to them, youve done really well. Could you put one of them on the line for me so I can [PHONE DISCONNECTS]Sometimes, I think it pays to trust your instincts. My own, like many womens, are sound in most respects, particularly that little voice that you hear from time to time which tells you somethings not quite right; something isnt as it seems. You know, that hairs-on-the-back-of-the-neck prickle you sometimes get?
I had that, right away, when John Fulshaw got in touch. It was early January, and one of those really gloomy days, freezing cold, when, even though it was already two in the afternoon, it felt as if it had never really got light. Id been standing by the window, looking out into the street, and thinking how dreary everybody looked as they plodded by. All dressed in black or grey or brown, hunched over, looking at the ground, collars up, shielding their necks and hands and faces from the bitter winter cold. I loved December, but I really hated January.
Whats up, Mum? said my grown-up son, Kieron, who was with me, along with the family dog, Bob, and helping to take down the last of the Christmas decorations. I say said but he actually had to raise his voice a bit, due to the music channel he and his sister insisted on having blaring out on the TV.
Oh, dont set her off again, chipped in Riley, my daughter. She was 22 to Kierons 20, and had come over to help too. She paused to shake her head and to roll her eyes at the sight of my long face. It cant be Christmas every day, Mum, she said, pulling a face at me. Despite what the song says, okay?
I pulled a face back but they were both probably right. I needed reminding of that, often. I loved everything glittery and sparkly, always have, and hated the rest of the winters dark days and dull colours. And this January already seemed particularly colourless. Not only Christmas had gone, but Justin had too, the 12-year-old boy whod wed fostered for the whole of the last year and whose leaving had left such a big hole in our lives. Sure, he still came to see us, and promised hed keep doing so, but it wasnt the same. How could it be? For all the challenges hed brought with him and there had definitely been challenges I really missed having him around. What I needed right now was a new challenge. Something to shake me out of my post-festive blues and get me all fired up once again.
And when the phone rang, it seemed John was going to supply one. John was our link worker at the specialist fostering agency we worked for. Hed also trained both me and my husband, Mike, for the job. It had been John whod placed Justin with us, and once Justin had left us, just a couple of weeks before Christmas, it was John who had warned us that wed both better recharge our batteries, because there would soon be another child who needed our help.
The recharging that had taken place, in true Watson style, had naturally involved plenty of parties and fairy lights, and, this year, since Riley and her partner, David, had blessed us in the autumn with our very first grandson, Levi, even more exuberance and cuddly toys than usual. Perhaps it was just the contrast, I mused as I went to pick up the receiver, that was making January seem so drab and dull.
It wasnt John on the phone, though; it was Mike, calling from work. John had phoned him there because he hadnt been able to get an answer from me.
The kids and their racket, I expect, I explained. Theyre both helping me get the decorations down and part of the deal seems to be MTV on full blast. I pulled the living-room door closed to shut out the noise, so I could hear. So whats the news?
Hes got a child he wants to talk to us about. But I couldnt talk, of course, because Im working. I smiled to myself. Mike was such a stickler for doing things by the book. He worked as a warehouse manager and he had his own office, but hed never dream of taking time out for a personal call.
How exciting! What did he say? Did he tell you anything else? Suddenly my doldrums were gone the way of the Christmas tinsel. Did he tell you anything about him? Or her?
Her, said Mike. Its a girl, by all accounts. But thats all I really know, because, like I said, love
Dont worry, I interrupted. You get back to work. Ill call him. A girl! How exciting!
I could still hear Mike chuckling to himself as I put down the phone.
I was on the phone to John only minutes later, pausing only to have a sneaky cigarette in my conservatory (I was obviously banned from the rest of the house, particularly now we had our little grandson around). Suddenly the garden looked very different to how it had. I forgot about the cold and instead mused on how pretty the apple tree looked, covered in white frosting. I finished the ciggie I really must give up soon, I told myself and went back inside to fish out Johns number.
He sounded very pleased to have heard from me. Yes, its a girl, he confirmed, and a real girlie girl too, so I thought shed be right up your street.
She sounds good already, I said. So. Whats the situation? Whats her background and what sort of problems does she have?
I was hoping for something quite detailed about her, as Justin, our last child, had come with very little known background, and wed learned the hard way about how being forewarned is forearmed. With him wed been anything but. However, John was quick to fill me in and reassure me. Thats the thing, actually, he said. Youre not going to have to follow the programme with this one. Its only short term.
That seemed odd. Our kind of fostering was all about behaviour modification, to help re-integrate kids back into the mainstream, so wed been trained to use a specific, points-based programme with the kids we cared for.
Oh, I said. How come?
Because shes already been placed long term with a mainstream foster carer.
Oh, I see. But?
But she the carer, that is has had some sort of mental breakdown, and needs to take extended sick leave for a few weeks.
Oh, dear, I said. Was it related?
No, no, he said quickly. Not that Im aware of. She wants the child her names Sophia, by the way to return to her when shes better.
So shes fine, then
Apparently, though Im told she does have medical problems of her own. But I cant tell you what they are because I dont know myself. I did meet Sophia but I was told not to bring up anything medical not in front of her, anyway, which meant I couldnt get any proper facts. But Ill find out more tomorrow and get back to you, okay? Perhaps I could come round and meet with you and Mike on Friday.
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