This chapter is from te POV of a new chapter, i am sorry if it is not that good, i needed a reason for no hospital involvementand a way to push the story further. The mum really is turning into a bitch.
Note; about my spelling and grammar. Although I am positive that this and my other chapters are rife with spelling and grammar mistakes i would also like to point out that I am English and therefore use English spelling and grammar which is different from it's Amercian counterpart.
thank you all again and sorry this took so long, i am having a few computer problems.
Chapter 15 Dr Green at Number 112
It was nearly six when I got the call from 108. Her voice was raspy but still recognised it; she said that there was something wrong with Kai and Tala. It was my shame that made me go.
The door was open when I arrived and she was nowhere in sight. I guessed that she was with the boys and from the emptiness that met me downstairs they could only be upstairs.
The house was like something out of a gothic story full of darkness and unrest, the creaking sounds of the stairs…even the eyes watching me from a far off bedroom. I knew where Kai's room was. Everybody knew where Kai's room was.
When I opened the door I was shocked. The situation was worse than I had originally imagined. Both boys looked a mess. But it wasn't only the sight that got to me; the room stank. A horrible mixture of sex, sweat and vomit.
The woman who had sounded so panicked on the phone now looks down on the mess with eerie detachment. I wondered how she had known to call me.
"I'm glad that you could make it. Kai said that you were the person to call."
"Why didn't you call an ambulance?" I asked. She was their mother after and should react more violently to their unconscious state.
"Surely if Kai said to call you, you know enough about this situation to know that the ambulance means the police and the police mean something that this family is not ready for."
I nodded and shut my mouth. I had heard rumours that she was on the payroll and now there were no doubts. Not that I was anymore innocent, I had gotten my hands pretty dirty in this whole business long before the call.
I knelt and checked Tala over. He had a broken nose but nothing else seemed too damaged. I told his mother to grab ice or anything close to bring down the swelling as I tried to reset it. I tried not to look at Kai.
As I held the frozen peas to Tala's newly bandaged nose I had to ask, "So what happened?"
She did not answer.
"I need to know what happened so that I know what to treat."
"I don't know what happened. We got back from the dentist and Tala went upstairs, I made dinner and then went to call them only to find this."
"How long did you wait to call me?"
"Only minutes. Kai was awake and asked me to call you. He said that you would no what to do."
I nodded. "Tala's fine. His nose will be a little wonky but he will be ok. Bruised but ok."
"What about Kai?"
I knelt over the other boy and tried to ignore my nausea. He looked terrible, even worse when overlapped with the image of how he used to be. Crouched over him I could only remember the more pleasurable moments spent in this position. Afternoon and evening trysts spent in the dying sunlight. He looked much younger beaten and unconscious. He looked like what he was; a child.
One eye was swollen shut, his head was bleeding and I worried that he may have a concussion. When I forced open his eyes the pupils were overly dilated. His wrist was sprained and one shoulder was dislocated, his knuckles were sore probably from punching the other boy. There were nail marks and bruises over the exposed part of his chest his trousers were round his shins and from the blood…
It was obvious that the boy had been raped.
"Was he alone in the house while you were out?"
"No my husband was home as well. He has been working from home recently."
Her husband. It was obvious that Tala had not raped Kai, from the extent of his injuries time framed and so forth…someone had obviously taken their time on this.
"Was there anybody else at home?"
"No."
"I think that you should call the police."
"That is not an option."
"You don't have a choice. Kai has obviously been beaten pretty badly and penetrated anally without his consent. You should have your husband arrested."
"Kai's hardly an innocent Dr Green as you I am sure well know. If we call the police then it will be all of our heads, even you. He would do anything to stay out of trouble. Anything; even provide client lists and say that we made him do it. Just patch him up and let me deal with my husband."
"You want this behaviour to go unpunished?"
"You're one of Kai's clients aren't you? Is what you do to him really that different? In the eyes of the law it's all rape weither you pay him or not."
"What kind of a mother are you?"
"Don't pull that crap with me. You were called here to patch Kai up. Just do it."
Tala woke up soon after our argument and his mother fussed over him as mothers should it was unnerving the way he sat and watched me work.
After about ten minutes Kai began to stir. Squirming his naked hips in attempts to wake himself up, I was disgusted by my own reaction and tried to keep it hidden as I continued my job. Tala's eyes burned into me as I tried to hide my shame, I was only human after all and even battered Kai looked…
I wish that I could say finding him like that had changed things. That knowing what he had been out through at the hands of his foster father had made me pause in my lust. That knowing what a cold hard women his foster mother was becoming made me want to help him.
How can I explain to you how even his bruised skin felt soft? How I tell you that even though I see naked body's everyday the sight of just his naked calves left me stiffer than a post? Is there any way to made you see that whenever he was around my lust was more important than anything else? Even more important than warning people what to me had been painfully psychologically obvious from the start?
Later I would look back on the day that I stopped this all from ending with regret. I could have made that women call the ambulance and had all of us, even me, brought to justice. I could have saved him, them, all of us…
I could have saved that gothic house from falling down. Could have forced us all to come to terms with the idiocy of thinking that it could ever be alright to do those things to a child. Even if he had initiated it, even if we had paid him.
But I wasn't psychic. How the hell could I have seen what was going to happen next. And if I could would I really stop it when it could have meant a few more go's with him?
I can't answer that. That scares me. But I am only human.