‘If you three can’t be bothered to get on with your work, there are hundreds of others out there who’d be only too happy to take your jobs,’ Snakeskin emerged from his office to holler at us.
Without a word we got back to work, waiting until Snakeskin had slammed his way back into his office before adopting our previous positions.
‘What a horse’s ass!’ Rob sniffed.
‘There’s a lot of it about,’ I said.
‘Amen to that,’ Gordy agreed.
‘What I want to know is, how does . .?’ Rob began.
‘Shush! Shush!’ I hissed at him. I moved over to the workbench to turn up the volume on the radio. Something on the news had caught my attention.
‘. . . has refused to confirm or deny that Persephone Mira Hadley, his daughter, is pregnant, and that this is the result of her ordeal a few months ago at the hands of her kidnappers. We can only speculate as to what this poor girl has been subjected to at the hands of the nought men who abducted her. Persephone herself has so far refused to speak of her two terrifying days in captivity, the memories being obviously too painful, too shocking . . .’
‘Hey!’ Gordy was staring at me and I had no idea why, until I saw the radio lying on the floor, smashed to smithereens where I’d thrown it against the wall.
‘I’ve got to get out of here.’ I headed for the exit.
‘Er . . . Callum, where d’you think you’re going?’ Snakeskin called after me.
‘I’ve got to leave.’
‘Oh no you don’t.’
‘Watch me!’
‘If you go out that door, don’t bother to come back.’ I carried on walking.
one hundred and nine.
Sephy
Mother sat down beside me in the family room. Dad paced up and down in front of me. I turned to glare at Minnie.
‘So much for your promises,’ I said bitterly.
At least she had the grace to be embarrassed and look away, unable to meet my stare. I should’ve known she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut. Some secrets are obviously too juicy to keep. And no doubt this was her chance to get back at me for all those years of ‘Minnie’ instead of ‘Minerva’. As well as telling Mother and Dad, she’d probably told one person, who’d told someone else, who’d told someone else and before you knew it, it was the world’s best-kept shared secret. It was inevitably only a matter of time before the press found out. Maybe that’s what Minnie wanted all along. Whatever else happened, I’d never forgive her for this, never if I lived to be five hundred.
‘What we have to do,’ Dad began, ‘is deal with this situation as quickly and discreetly as possible.’
‘It’s for the best, darling,’ Mother took one of my hands in hers and patted it gently.
‘We’ve already booked you into a clinic for tomorrow morning,’ said Dad. ‘By tomorrow evening it will all be over. You won’t be pregnant any more and we can all put this whole thing behind us.’
‘I know it’s hard, love, but it’s definitely for the best,’ Mother agreed.
‘You want me to have an abortion?’ I asked.
‘Well, you don’t want to keep it, do you?’ Mother said, puzzlement in her voice. ‘A child of your kidnapper? The bastard child of a raping blanker?’
‘Of course she doesn’t,’ Dad said brusquely. He turned to me. ‘You should’ve told us, princess. You should’ve told us what they did to you. We could’ve sorted all this out so much sooner and avoided all this press speculation.’
‘I’ll take you to the clinic myself,’ said Mother, trying to dredge up a smile from nowhere.
‘We’ll both go,’ said Dad. ‘This time tomorrow, it will all be over.’
‘Leave everything to us,’ said Mum.
‘You can hardly be expected to make decisions for yourself or even think straight at a time like this,’ Dad said.
Mother and Dad – together at last. Reunited. Acting, moving, thinking as one. And I’d done that. I couldn’t help but wonder. The thoughts going through my head, were they the result of straight thinking or crooked thinking? How could I tell which was which?
‘We’re all behind you on this, love,’ said Dad. ‘And once it’s over we’ll all go away somewhere on a holiday. You can put it behind you and get on with the rest of your life. We all can.’
Put it behind me . . . Is that what he thought? A quick operation and just like that, my baby would be gone and forgotten? Looking at Dad was like looking at a stranger. He didn’t know me at all. And I couldn’t even feel sad about it.
‘I’m not going to the clinic tomorrow,’ I said softly.
‘You won’t be alone. We’ll be with you . . .’
‘You’ll be on your own then, because I’m not going.’
‘Pardon?’ Dad stared at me.
I stood up to face him directly.
‘I’m going to keep my baby.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous,’ Dad wasn’t shouting. He was merely incredulous. He didn’t believe I meant it.
‘I’m going to keep my baby,’ I repeated.
‘No, you are not.’
‘It’s my body and my baby, and I’m keeping it.’
‘Persephone, be reasonable. You’re not being sensible. You’re only just eighteen. How can you keep the baby? Everyone will know how it was conceived. You’ll be pointed at and scorned and pitied. Is that what you want?’
He really didn’t know me at all.
‘I’m keeping it.’
‘You’ll change your mind tomorrow,’ Dad decided.
‘No, I won’t,’ I told him. ‘I’m keeping it.’
one hundred and ten.
Callum
All the way down to the coast, I phoned Sephy’s house using our signal from years ago. I had no idea if she was at the house by the coast or even if she heard my signals but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I had to see her. I had to know.
It took me a whole day to get back to our home town and then I had to wait until nightfall to sneak up from the
