BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
The panic in his voice got me out of bed and down the stairs and opening up the locks on the back door in less than half a minute. Scotty stood there looking terrified, the same look he’d had the night dear dead Daddy died. Standing next to him, THE BERSERKERS, crying and shivering, still in their slippers, their coats thrown over their pyjamas.
‘What’s happened? What’s wrong?’
‘Let me get in first.’ He half-pushed THE BERSERKERS inside and the youngest let out a sob and came and attached herself to my side. The other one did the same on the other side, their cries getting louder and louder.
‘Is it Lottie? Tell me what’s…’
‘STOP YOUR FUCKING HOWLING, WILL YOU?‘ he shouted, clapping his hands over his ears.
‘WOAH!‘ I gripped THE BERSERKERS closer and walked them back, away from him. ‘Go in the living room, girls, put the telly on. Prissy, get a tissue and clean Cissy’s nose, I’ll be in in a minute.’ They went.
He started pacing the floor of my kitchen, his hands shaking, sweat on his forehead. I could just make out ‘fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck’ under his breath.
‘She’s left you babysitting, hasn’t she?’
‘They’re animals, they’re fucking monsters.’
‘Don’t you DARE call them animals.’ Monsters, yes, animals, no.
‘They never SHUT UP. That little one, fucking milk then biscuits, I said get to fucking SLEEP will you, no, she wants the toilet then a story, fucking Winnie-the-fucking-POOH then another story then the toilet again, then the other one starts and SHE wants a story NOT Winnie-the-Pooh, some fucking Disney thing and I said no, get to fucking SLEEP and that one started crying then the other one started and THEY WOULDN’T FUCKING SHUT UP they went…
‘Right, okay, okay. Did you smack them?’
He looked at me like I’d just bitten his ear. ‘What?’
‘Did you smack them?’
‘Did I smack them? What do you think I am, a fucking baby-batterer? Fuck this for a game of soldiers.’
And he walked out
and left me with THE BERSERKERS.
WITH THE BERSERKERS
who were upset and crying in my living room so I took four beta-blockers and I said to myself, get a grip, Dotty, the poor little buggers need you.
I am going to KILL Lottie for this.