Helen Jackson
Helen rarely questioned her lot in life – it was what it was. From what she could tell, her mum had to put up with a darn sight more, so she felt it her duty to support her every way she could.
“I try not to treat you like a little girl, but sometimes I forget how quickly you’re growing up.” A sigh. “But you’ve always had an old head on your shoulders. Just now you sounded more like a sister than a daughter.”
Helen buried her head in Mum’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. She desperately wanted to confide about all the things her dad did which made her uncomfortable, but she was too afraid of the consequences. And it wasn’t just him.
Nikos
Dark, enigmatic and initially hostile, she soon discovered hidden depths. In halting English, he explained how the girl’s faithless boyfriend had left her for another woman, but snapped his fingers and she went running back.
She nodded. “A total rat. “I bet he’s still seeing other women.”
He nodded vigorously. “I think this, too. But Eleni has no senses about him. She is stupid.”
“Women in love rarely have any sense. Or dignity.”
“Yes. You speak right. She has no dignity about him. Like most girls. Ruled by their …” He used a Greek word which sounded like moon, but his hand gesture made the meaning clear and the curled lip showed his distaste.
She glanced out of the window, trying to hide her involuntary shiver – he was every bit as arrogant as her father.
Janet Jackson
Even though Helen repeated the words exactly as her sister had, Dad obviously didn’t believe her. Then Janet peeked round the door, taking great pleasure in dobbing her in. “She’s got her fingers crossed behind her back.” Her smug smirk turned into a squeal as he morphed into the daddy monster and chased her out, saying she had five minutes to hide before he came to gobble her all up.
Over breakfast, Janet point blank refused to help. “I’m not a slave, I’m only nine. Far too young.”
“Janet. I didn’t bring you up to be so rude. You apologise right now.” Mum looked mortified.
“It’s alright.” Aggie’s face wobbled. “The last thing I want is to make anyone feel like this is the Victorian age when they sent children up chimneys.”
Stella Brent
Helen watched her mum’s face desperately trying not to crumple into despair. But the anger which fuelled Mum’s every waking moment rose to the surface and she gripped Helen’s arm, the jagged edges of her bitten-to-the-quick nails digging into the soft flesh, seeking blood
Mum didn’t understand why Janet called her a fat, ugly old cow, so Helen tried to explain.
“Janet’s too young to know any better. When she moaned that you never let us have any fun, he said you’re jealous of us because we’re young, slim and pretty – everything you’re not.” She gulped as mum’s face went all wobbly. “It’s not true. You’re dead slim and gorgeous– ”
Jax (Sean Jackson)
Helen stared at the scruffy man whose beard and unkempt hair gave the appearance of a tramp.
He caught on, smoothing a dark lock which refused to be flattened. “Here’s me talking, I probably look in a far worse state. I came straight from the airport, but I probably should have had a haircut and shave first.”
“The Wild Man of Borneo motif suits you.” With a wink, Aggie returned to tea-making activities.
Jax was unlike any man she’d ever met – somehow she knew instantly he was worthy of her trust. For starters, he didn’t ogle her with the dark, greedy smiles of Dad’s creepy mates, nor cower behind anxious expressions like the timid characters she saw on TV. He seemed serious and sincere, suggesting strength like Sean Connery’s James Bond.
Auntie A (Aggie)
Aggie – nobody called her Agatha, despite her stern face – had recently bought a three-storey house overlooking the sea. The view out of their bedroom showed a long structure Aggie called a pier: one of two in Brighton.
“It’s a tourist attraction with a theatre at the end where famous comedians go to perform. I’ve booked us in for a show so you’ll see for yourself.”
After the weekend exploring the busy seaside town, Aggie explained her plans for restoring the house to its former glory and opening it as a guesthouse. “There’s an awful lot of work to clear all the bedrooms, and strip off the old wallpaper, and I’d appreciate any help. Otherwise, I’d have to pay a lot of money to a decorating firm.”
Penny
Helen met more of Jax’s family, discovering she had several cousins, including Clive’s daughter Penny, a year younger than Janet.
On Penny’s first day, Janet brought her to the library after eating lunch, and Helen was surprised how much the younger girl’s studious attitude influenced her sister.
Chloe
Vaguely aware of a third girl joining Janet and Penny, she was struck by the girl’s ethereal fragility – far too insubstantial and naïve to survive in the tough school. The word fairy sprang to mind, and she couldn’t help but smile when she spotted her with a skinny lad who gave off a distinctly effeminate air. Truly a well-matched pair.
Charlie Evans
“Hey, Charlie. I thought I told ya to sort that so’s we can get some peace.”
A short, thickset girl with an almost military crewcut snorted. “I did. You know I did. He must’ve fixed it.” As the alarm clanged, she swore. “Shit. He’s rigged it with an alarm. The place will be swarming with staff any second.” As the others fled, she jumped down, staring at Helen’s head. “Bloody hell, girl. What happened to you?”
“A psycho with a pair of scissors.” Helen caught sight of herself in the mirror, the scars showing prominently against the dark stubble.
Charlie bent down to pick up the wig, in a sorry state after being trampled by several pairs of uncaring feet. “Looks like the wig bought it.” She tried to straighten the knotted strands.
The door burst open and a tall man in a beige overall loomed over them. “Gotcha.”
Justin Palmer
She couldn’t decide if he were a glib, “love ’em and leave ’em” type with a well-notched bedpost, a thief, or the worst kind of troublemaker. Basically a reprobate who reeked of dodgy dealings.
“Are you buying? Otherwise clear off.” The barman’s demeanour spoke of weary irritation.
“A Coke please.” He glanced at her. “Would you like ice in that?”
She nodded, not wanting to add to the man’s woes by challenging Justin’s arrogant assumption.
“Make that two cokes, both with ice.”
His grin suggested he’d read her thoughts, but he honestly looked the type who would be drinking beer despite being underage. For once, she couldn’t quite get a reading on him, but she would have put money on there being something dodgy, albeit buried deeply.
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