Breaking the chain

Heather Reid a sixteen year old girl is found collapsed in Howdon - she has run away from her home on West Percy road North Shields, because she is pregnant. She is taken to Willington Quay Maternity hospital where upon she gives birth to a baby Girl that she names Dawn because the dawn was breaking when she was giving birth. After complications set in Heather dies of Toxaemia and her father will not bring up a bastard child. Dawn is adopted by two university lecturers - follow her story as her real father seeks her out and a court battle ensues. this is a tragic story that will have you reading until the end.


13. 13

Gordon I love you so much; we are going to be a family at last she said as they got into the car and drove home to their home in Elsdon Avenue in Hollywell.

The slow drive back took them almost thirty five minutes but they pulled up in front of their detached house with double garage and a huge driveway. The house which has five bedrooms was well suited for guests staying. It had on suite bathroom and toilet facilities in every room. There was a huge open planned kitchen and dinning room and nearly an acre of land at the back.

There was a private study and a conservatory build at the side where they could both sit of an evening reading or marking books over a glass of two of their favourite wine that Gordon made himself. They had part of the garden made into a place where they could grow everything from potatoes to gooseberries. There was a greenhouse lean to adjoin to the back of the garage at the back and a potting shed. They both had an immense passion for nature and especially photography. Doreen had won many prizes for her studies of birds and flowers; all from he own garden. There was a fox who liked to visit on occasion and two owls that had made a nest in the oak tree.

They had lived there nearly nine years now and they loved the place. It was the perfect family home.

They brought out the crib that they had bought and placed Dawn inside it. It was on legs and could be rocked like a swing. Doreen rang her mother to tell her that they had got a baby girl at last and she was beautiful.

”We will call in tomorrow darling; your father is out playing golf at the moment. God knows when he will return.’

“Alright mother I will see you tomorrow.’

Does the baby have a name dear?’

“Yes mum; she’s called Dawn her late mother named her and we are keeping it.’

“What a lovely gesture dear.’

“Right I must go mother; look forward to seeing you and father tomorrow.’

After she had replaced the receiver she picked it again to inform the nanny Mrs Janet Elver that she could start on Monday morning but would need to come and stay from late Sunday evening at around nine o’clock. That would give her enough time to settle in and be ready on the Monday morning when they would have to leave to go to Newcastle University where they both taught history. They had both met whilst they were students on a Paris break and fell instantly in love with each other. They became inseparable and were married two years later. They both came from middle class backgrounds and both families got on together in fact it was Thomas Hart who got Doreen’s father Peter Laws interested in golf. Doreen still used her maiden name Doreen Laws Hart as it had a certain ring to it.’

They had a house cleaner who came in each morning and they would take turns cooking which was another passion that they enjoyed together, they both liked to go on Cookery courses held in Tuscany in Italy and Gramont in Gascony in the South West of France. They paid one hundred and eighty five pounds for a week to learn deboning game and meat; knife skills, sauces, galatine, and pasty dishes.

They killed two birds with one stone so to speak as they took their cameras with them to take pictures of the wild life and flowers in the Tuscan hills and French countryside.

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