Running Scared - In Search of Truth Pt1

My NaNoWriMo Entry for 2013.

Sinead and Tom are two like minded spirits who find that love is hard to share. They must overcome the everyday problems they have to find if Pokemon actually survive. From grimy Stockby, their search takes them to Malaysia and the truth, but can they handle the truth and will they be together at the end?

Please note that is not a novel about Pokemon.

Inspired by a conversation around a campfire.

Dedicated to the real Sinead. #iLECT


15. Caught in a Whirlwind

‘And we got caught in the whirlwind

Torn by the storms of our lives

And just when we thought we had something

It turned to dust in our eyes


Out on the sea on a winter's day

Looking north over skies are grey

There I can see as the winds blow high

Do the storms still rage or maybe it's my eyes’


Whirlwind - Transatlantic


The next few hours were a figurative whirlwind. I remember sitting on the bed and just staring at the chicken. Bob had got me back to his house and I sat huddled up on the settee next to Sinead as they rapidly made calls to the Police and a locksmith. He surmised that because he couldn’t see any sign of a break in that someone had a key.


The Police arrived looking disinterested at first. They looked at Sinead, then suddenly got interested, asking me how old she was. I looked at her. Usually she looked every bit her age, even more, but I could see that in the state she was in she looked really young. refusing to stop hugging her gutted raccoon. I reached over for her bag and rummaged through. I felt I was violating her privacy. There wasn’t much in the bag, a few toiletries, her house keys, a packet of mints, a tampon and her purse. I opened the purse to get her driving licence out. Part of the plan was to teach Sinead to drive. Her driving licence would prove her age. I handed it to the officer and then noticed a small photo. Looking at it, I noticed it was of myself at my parents funeral, taken from a camera phone by the looks of it. I hadn’t known she’d been there, although I daresay I didn’t realise that anyone was there, such was the emotional torment of the day. I looked at Sinead. Anything could be happening and she wouldn’t realise. I placed it back in the wallet and vowed never to mention it. Why she hadn’t come to see me then I don’t know.


The policeman looked at the licence, checked the photo and grudgingly gave it me back. His disinterest came back and he took down a few details, commiserated with us and gave us a crime number. I had the distinct feeling that he’d just fill in the report and nothing would happen. He left us about the same time as the locksmith arrived. Bob went to sort him whilst sat quietly next to Sinead. She looked dreadful, blood was smeared on her face, hands, arms and clothes. She was now gently rocking. Ethel wanted to call a doctor, but I knew she didn’t need that. Someone had violated her, taken the innocence of her childhood and changed her life, maybe forever. A doctor wouldn’t have been able to help. Sinead needed love and comfort not drugs and pills.


Bob came back with the locksmith and I handed over my credit card automatically and received a receipt and a new set of keys back. I didn’t ask the price, didn’t care. The locksmith tried to find out what had happened with a few questions but I wasn’t talking. No doubt he’d be in the pub tonight telling his story, pushing it to the limits, expanding a two minute story into an hour rather like a NaNoWriMo. Realizing we weren’t going to talk, he left.


‘Well lad, tha can’t stop next door tonight’ bob said with his Yorkshire accent. He looked over at his wife. I saw her nod


‘Karen’s rooms free, you could stay here tonight’ he said


I thought about it, but not for long. Shaking my head I turned him down gently.


‘Ah well, lad, tha knows best’ he replied, ‘leave me tha keys an’ I’ll sort that door out in the morning.’


‘I think we’ll go and stay in a hotel tonight, and sort things out in the morning’. I wanted to get as far away as possible from this horrific scene. Bob offered to come round with me and pick up thing I wanted from home. Sinead was still rocking backwards and forwards. Ethel went to sit by her. I tried to say goodbye, but I guess she didn’t really hear me as she didn’t respond.


Back at the house I went upstairs and into the bedroom. This was the bit I was dreading, but Bob had removed the chicken from the bed. I picked up a bag and packed a few things for us both, complete changes of clothes and some underwear. Downstairs I picked up our purchases from today as well as my laptop. I walked out of the house and locked the door. I walked down to the car and placed the items in the boot. I looked back at the house. This was the house I felt more secure in than anywhere, the house of my childhood. Strangely I felt no emotion on leaving the house. Tonight had scoured a deep gouge through my relationship with this heap of bricks. It was the place I still felt closest to my parents, but now? I’d nearly sold the house after they died but had hung on, it was the place they’d lived. I’d think about this later.


We went back next door and I handed him a set of the new keys. Holding my hands out I tried to coax Sinead out of the settee. She came to her feet but was still looking frail. I guided her out of the door and into their drive. I’d brought the car around to their drive in order to spare Sinead the trauma of seeing the door again and setting her off. I got her in the front seat of the car and closed the door turning to Bobb and Ethel.


‘Thanks, I don’t know what I’d have done without you here’ I said genuinely.


‘It’s Ok son, you’re like family to us. Come back tomorrow and I’ll let you have the keys to the door back. I’ll sort things here. Look after that lass, she’s had quite a shock’ Bob answered.

I shook his hand and Ethel hugged me. Driving off I waved to them. I looked across at Sinead. She still wasn’t right. I put on her song, Sinead. The pulsing drum beat filled the car, but still no response. She usually loved sitting in this car, my pride and joy. Today she was lifeless.

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