Lethal Guardian

By Paul J Turner

Nathan Grant is nine years old, his sister, Chloe, is six. They live in a large house in the English Midlands with their parents, Ian and Louise. Their father’s job as a successful lawyer provides an affluent lifestyle and all their emotional needs are met by devoted parents and the extended family. The two children are academically bright and popular at school with both teachers and other pupils and life couldn’t be better.

But all that changes on one terrible night, when Ian and Louise Grant go out to dinner and are killed in a car crash.

Nathan and Chloe go to live with their mother’s twin sister, a loving and caring woman who is determined to give the children the best life possible. Her husband, however, is a social misfit of a man who was raised single-handedly by a religiously-obsessed mother. To please her, he has had to marry a woman, despite being more attracted to men and, tragically for Nathan, young boys.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul J Turner
• Release date: Oct 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301059850

Paul J Turner

Paul J Turner was born in 1964 in Wombourne, Central England. After underachieving at school, something he apportions to 'messing around', he finally pulled his socks up and started training to be a psychiatric nurse at age 19. During almost 20 years working in the UK's National Health Service, he worked with people suffering from various disorders including the perpetrators and victims of sexual abuse and people with alcohol problems. He has had a long-term ambition to write a novel and decided to draw upon his professional experience for his first book. He now lives in Atherstone in Warwickshire, is married for the second time and has two grown-up children from his previous marriage.

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Prologue

Monday 9th May 2005

‘Yeah!!! Charlotte’s coming?’ yelled an excited Chloe as her mother explained that she and her husband were going out for dinner that evening. As Louise and Ian got ready, their son Nathan scolded his sister ‘She’s just a baby sitter!’ Chloe, a pretty little girl with shoulder length blonde hair, knew that her brother was as excited as she was, she secretly thought that Nathan was in love with 16 year old Charlotte from down the road. Charlotte was everything Chloe wanted to be, attractive, funny and clever.

Nathan, a slim fit boy with short dark brown hair, continued playing it cool – 9 year old boys don’t like girls!- while Chloe jumped around her bedroom looking for games that they could play with Charlotte. He loved his sister and looked out for her at school but 6 year olds could be a real pain, getting in the way when your friends came round and messing with your stuff.

As arranged, Charlotte arrived at 7pm and after the usual ‘how’s your mother?’ and ‘There is Coke in the fridge and snacks on the kitchen top’ Louise and Ian kissed the children and left the house.

Ian, as a successful lawyer, made a good living and Louise and the children were accustomed to having a very comfortable life. The house, while not too extravagant was in an affluent area of Pinthorpe in Central England and had sufficient space to hold dinner parties for 20 guests, 6 bedrooms and a garden at least half the size of a football pitch. They had at least two foreign holidays a year, Louise drove a sporty BMW and Ian a Porsche while the car they used for family trips was a new Range Rover. Louise, who had met Ian at Law School, had been happy to leave her job when Nathan was born and had never got around to going back to work, despite many promises to herself that she would.

‘Charlotte, Charlotte, can we play on the PlayStation?!!’ Chloe begged as Nathan rolled his eyes.

‘Yes, okay, let me get in the door!’ Charlotte replied, smiling at Nathan ‘How have you both been? How was Florida?’

As Chloe showed off the holiday snaps on her laptop, Nathan set up the PlayStation and an evening of fun and games began.

Two hours later, just as they were settling down to watch Chloe’s Ice Age DVD, the doorbell rang.

‘Who’s that?’ Charlotte wondered as she got up ‘pause the movie while I see.’

The police officer on the doorstep was grim-faced. ‘Is this the home of Ian Grant?’ he asked Charlotte.

‘Yes, it is, is there a problem?’ she responded with concern.

‘Are you a relative of Mr Grant?’ he continued

‘No, I’m the babysitter. Has something happened?’

The sound of squabbling came from the lounge and the officer’s face dropped further ‘I need to talk to you alone, away from the children, can we do that?’

Charlotte led him into the kitchen, calling through the lounge door on the way that she would be back in a few minutes. ‘Who is it?’ enquired Nathan. ‘Just a friend of mine needs to talk to me, I won’t be long’ lied Charlotte without a clue about what sort of nightmare this actually was.

It turned out to be a terrible nightmare as the officer, who called himself PC Martin, explained that there had been an accident earlier that evening. On the way to the restaurant, a speeding Ford Focus full of teenage lads had hit Ian’s Porsche head-on. Ian was dead, Louise was barely alive and not expected to live and three of the four boys in the Focus were dead, the remaining backseat passenger walking away with cuts and bruises from the mangled wreck.

‘Oh my God, what am I going to tell the kids? I can’t tell them this!’ sobbed Charlotte as the officer felt his own emotions coming to the surface.

‘Are there any close relatives nearby do you know? Anybody we can call to be here with the children when they are told?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know without asking them. Louise is my mom’s friend, maybe my mom will know’

Thirty minutes later, there was silence as the shock sank in. Nathan looked at the floor, Chloe, with tears running down her cheeks, clutched Charlotte as Charlotte’s mother, PC Martin and the newly arrived WPC Reid struggled to hold back their own tears.

*****

Chapter 1

Tuesday 10th May 2005

I can’t believe that Mom and Dad are dead. We were having such a nice time with Charlotte and then that policeman came to the door and now we are orphans. Chloe can’t stop crying, I cried a little bit but I am trying to be brave. Uncle Steve and Auntie Caroline have been very nice. I don’t know how long we will stay at their house. It isn’t as nice as our house. Why did those stupid boys have to drive like that? Now three of them are dead and my mom and dad too. When I am a man, I will never drive too fast in case I kill somebody.

Auntie Caroline keeps crying, she must feel as bad as Chloe and me, mom was her twin sister. Uncle Steve is quiet but he must be just worried. He played football in the garden with me this morning but their garden is so small and I don’t feel like playing football. Liverpool are in the European Champions League Final and I was so excited but now I don’t care. I don’t know if I will ever be happy again. I have a new life now but I want my old one back.

‘We can’t give them the life they are used to Steve. Look at this house compared to the one they lived in,’ Caroline Purcell said sadly.

Her normally bright and expressive green eyes were red from hours of crying. Louise and she had been non-identical twins and extremely close. Losing Louise was like losing a massive part of herself.

The unexpected visit from the police family support officer, late the night before, had changed her world instantly. It had been agreed that it was most appropriate that the children stayed with Caroline and Steve until a decision was reached about the longer term arrangements but Caroline knew that in Louise and Ian’s will, it was their wish that Caroline and Steve would become the legal guardians in the event of any disaster. She remembered the conversation with Louise, 5 years before, when the matter was discussed and recalled thinking how unlikely such a scenario was.

Caroline and Steve were unable to have their own children due to Caroline’s infertility which had failed to respond to hormone therapies. While Steve was supportive, Caroline wasn’t sure that he was as enthusiastic as her about having their own children. They had considered adopting and she had found herself wondering, over the past few hours, if her destiny had always been to be mother to her twin sister’s children. She had watched Steve earlier with the children considering how parenting would suit him. He always seemed to get on with Nathan and Chloe but, she thought, never seemed totally natural with his affection. He just wasn’t used to kids she reassured herself.

Caroline, on the other hand was a natural and the children had always loved seeing her. She was easily able to get herself on their level, running around chasing them, teasing them and making them squeal with delight at her foolish antics.

Steve moved towards his wife and put his arms around her, holding her close to him as her tears began to flow again.

‘They are young, they will get over it and they will have you. You will make a great mother,’ he assured her.

‘I just hope that we can be good parents Steve. Louise and Ian were perfect parents, how can we live up to that?’ she sniffled.

‘We will be fine once we all get over the shock, it will take time, but kids are very resilient and they will cope, trust me,’ he replied.

‘I don’t know what to do about tonight,’ Steve said ‘You know, I was supposed to have a business meeting in Birmingham and it’s really important. I suppose I should cancel it,’ he went on, looking at Caroline for a clue as to what he should do.

‘No, you go. I will be okay. Can you just clear some of the junk in the little bedroom for Chloe to use? We can’t have them both sleeping in the same room, not a boy and a girl,’ she said.

Steve, a well-groomed man, but not one that most people would consider attractive, went up to the smallest bedroom and looked around at the boxes of things which seemed to go with them every time they moved house, but never got unpacked. He wondered why this apparently unwanted stuff was never thrown out but started moving it down to the garage as Caroline looked for bedding for Chloe, making a mental note to get her some nicer bedding and to get the tatty bedrooms decorated as soon as they could. She mentioned this to Steve as they passed on the stairs.

‘Money is tight,’ he replied ‘I hate to say this now, but we will need some money from the estate as soon as possible to cover the extra costs of having the children,’ he informed her.

Finances had been difficult for Caroline and Steve for years. She had always suspected that they would have struggled to cope with extra mouths to feed even if they had been able to have children. Sometimes, she wondered why they never seemed to have money. She left the money-management to Steve. He didn’t have the income Ian had but he certainly wasn’t badly paid by his job as a sales executive. There just never seemed to be enough money each month, the bills got paid but there were no holidays, nights out were rare and she felt guilty when she saw the worry on Steve’s face when she asked if she could buy new clothes or small items for the house. Steve had his three-year-old Mercedes, which wasn’t cheap but he needed that to impress customers so she couldn’t complain about that.

‘I will find out what will happen with the execution of the will over the next few days, see what we can get to help,’ she told him, feeling guilty about having to even consider this less than 24 hours after her sister’s tragic death. Louise had often said, ‘I don’t know how you struggle so much, Steve earns a decent salary.’

The doorbell rang and Caroline went to the door to find a sombre-looking couple in their late 50s standing on the doorstep. Pete and Sarah lived next door and had always been good friends in the 5 years since Caroline and Steve moved in.

‘Caroline, Steve told us what happened, I am so sorry,’ Sarah said as she reached to hug Caroline. ‘How are the children doing?’

‘Very quiet, just sitting watching television at the moment… well looking at the television, not sure they are taking much in,’ replied Caroline as Pete hugged her.

Nathan and Chloe hardly looked up from the television as Pete and Sarah entered the lounge. Caroline shrugged her shoulders and whispered ‘what the hell can I do to make things easier for them?’

‘Time,’ said Pete ‘you just have to let grief take its course, for you and them.’

Caroline walked through the door into the kitchen beckoning with her head and sat at the kitchen table.

‘Where’s Steve?’ asked Sarah.

‘Oh he’s just moving some junk from the small bedroom to make space for Chloe to sleep there,’ Caroline explained. ‘He has to go out soon, he has a business meeting this evening in Birmingham.’

‘Couldn’t he have re-arranged that?’ Sarah said, looking at Pete and raising her eyebrows.

‘No, it’s okay, I told him to go. At least one of us should try and maintain some normality,’ she said, partly to herself.

Sarah and Pete were very close to Caroline and treated her as an adopted daughter. Both found Steve a little strange, however. They had never quite taken to him. They couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was about him, but he seemed guarded and even a little suspicious. Caroline had never had anything negative to say about him but Sarah and Pete had spent many occasions discussing whether Caroline was really as happy with him as she would have others believe.

‘Do you want me to come and sit with you tonight Caroline? I have no plans,’ offered Sarah.

‘Yes, that would be nice, you don’t mind do you Pete?’ Caroline asked ‘It will be better if I am not sitting alone thinking too much and I really don’t know what to say to the kids at the moment. God I hope this gets easier soon’

Late that afternoon, Steve kissed Caroline on the cheek, raised his hand to wave to Nathan and Chloe sitting eating at the kitchen table and left the house.

***

Chapter 2

I know Nathan wants to cry but he won’t. Boys are so stupid. Mommy and Daddy are gone forever. What is going to happen to us now? I don’t like this house, Auntie Caroline is nice but Uncle Steve doesn’t talk much. He has gone out now and won’t be back until late. I am glad. Nathan said that he likes him, but I don’t like him. I like Pete and Sarah, they are nice. Pete always plays little games with me when I visit. Nobody is playing games with me now though, everyone is too sad. I don’t think I will ever play games again.

Steve Purcell stood at the plain blue door in an alley in Birmingham City Centre, the CCTV camera above the door moving slightly and emitting a slight whirring sound as it focused on his face. The door opened and a short stocky man in a black suit stood aside to let him in.

‘Evening John,’ said Steve as he entered.

‘How you doing Steve?’ Replied the doorman.

‘Good thanks’ Steve told him. There would be no mention of events at home tonight. Nobody wanted to ruin a good night with tales of woe and nobody discussed their home life anyway. Everybody was anonymous at this club. Only first names were used and Steve suspected that most members used a false first name. With a name as common as Steve, he had seen no reason to change his when he joined the club six months before.

‘What special surprises are lined up tonight?’ he asked John

‘Ah, have to wait and see!’ exclaimed John in a slightly over-dramatic voice.

Steve wandered into the main bar area, a classily decorated room with chandeliers, luxurious soft carpet and comfortable sofas and chairs. Fifteen or so men sat around, some chatting in twos and threes, a couple of men sitting alone, new members Steve presumed, looking slightly nervous.

Steve walked to the bar and was greeted by the barman, a tall scraggy looking man around 25 years old with shoulder-length untidy hair. ‘Good evening Steve? How are you?’

‘Good thanks Mark. A glass of medium white wine please.’

As Mark poured the wine he smiled at Steve, ‘good night planned tonight, going to be fun,’ he commented with a wink.

Steve took his drink and went to chat to other members. Speculation regarding what was planned for that evening was the main topic of conversation. ‘I reckon they have some Eastern European boys,’ suggested an overweight bald man who Steve knew as Nigel.

Steve knew that everybody in the room must have a reasonable salary or bank balance to even be here. It was costing him £750 a month in membership fees. He didn’t know how long he could keep that up but he had had the most exciting six months of his life since joining the club. He tried not to think of the £9000 he had already spent or the fact that it was £18,000 from his £45,000 annual salary. Caroline complained that they never had enough money but he had his needs. She was attractive and was okay to fuck if there was nothing better going, but she didn’t excite him sexually as much as a man could. He has always been attracted to boys but he wasn’t as lucky as some people who are allowed free choice about their public sexuality. He had a prudish religious nut of a mother and he hadn’t seen his father since he walked out when Steve was around 6 years old. His mother would switch the television channel if someone blasphemed, used the most tame of swear words or if she saw a bit of cleavage on display. God knows how she would react to knowing that he liked to put his cock in men’s arses, she had freaked out when he had his first girlfriend at age 19 which had annoyed him intensely since it may have been a boyfriend if it wasn’t for her. He supposed he was bisexual really as he could get it up for girls but men, or even better, boys, were his favourite sexual partners.

As the alcohol flowed the voices got louder and all eyes kept turning to the closed double doors at the far end of the room from the bar. Eventually they opened inwards and an excited buzz went around the room as the men stood up and made their way towards the doors. On entering the room, Steve saw a semi-circle of chairs facing a curtained-off area and took one slightly to the left of centre.

The lights dimmed and a voice came through speakers either side of the stage ‘Gentlemen! We have a special night for you tonight! Please welcome Alek 12, Andre 11, Uri 11 and Viktor 13 and our special guest Kasha!!

‘A girl?’ was the shocked reaction around the room as the curtains opened and a young girl around 10 or 11 years old stood in the centre of the large stage in red silk lingerie, her face painted like a grown woman. Standing around her were four young boys in tight leather shorts. To the audience of sexually excited men the five children were ‘gagging for it’ for anybody less deluded, they looked depressed and resigned to a fate which they had been enduring for some time in various illegal venues.

Clearly well-trained, the whole cast knew their roles as Kasha began running her hands all over her underdeveloped body, then dropped to her knees as the four boys surrounded her, dropping their shorts to expose semi-erect penises.

Kasha was actually from Ukraine. Her mother had died two years before and her father, who had had little to do with her since her birth, had taken over her care. He was a heroin user and, unable to hold down a job, he had found the money for his drugs in various illegal ways. Stealing was his most frequently used method. Selling his daughter to a human trafficking gang for the price of about three months heroin supply hadn’t pricked his conscience at all. She was in the way anyway.

While being kept with a group of other children in a filthy house in Kiev, she had been made to bath and put on various costumes every couple of days before being taken to men who would have sex with her. She had been warned that there would be punishments if she didn’t do as they asked and, on the first occasion, when she had initially refused to do what the punter wanted, she had been made to sleep naked on a cold tiled floor with no bedding for two nights. Among her custodians, there were men who also liked to have sex with her, although they waited until after her virginity had been sold to that first punter for a higher price.

After six months of being a prisoner there, she had been told that she was going on tour and would be performing onstage. After some time in Belgium, the group of children had been brought to England and were being kept at a farmhouse in Somerset. Every few days, she and the four boys were put into a minibus and taken to some venue where they were expected to perform.

The stage show had been meticulously rehearsed. The children had been warned of severe consequences if they failed to deliver as expected. They should look as if they were enjoying themselves. If there were any complaints that they didn’t perform with eagerness and excitement, punishments would be dished out. Kasha was particularly close to Alek who promised her that, one day, they would escape together. The other three boys were uncommunicative and rarely got into conversations with Kasha, Alek or each other.

On stage, Kasha would have oral and then full sex with all four boys while the crowd of sick men watched, many of them masturbating as they did so. After they had done their rehearsed show, the men would be allowed to join in and then it was a free for all. All five of the children dreaded this part the most. Many of the men were rough and didn’t care if they hurt the children. It was like that tonight.

‘Okay boys, there you go, free for all!’ came the voice from the speakers and the men in the audience finished undressing and joined the children where the promised free-for-all played out with the men using the boys in every way they liked. Steve managed to penetrate three of the boys anally and had a turn with the