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CHARACTER LIST --------------
Jared Exley -- Uncle Leon Exley -- Guardian of 13 year old Jared Davy - Was Jared's partner, Diane's best friend
Peter Barrington -- Steven's cousin and partner in the law firm
CJ -- Jared's grandson / adopted son Christopher Matthews -- Jared's adopted son Mason -- Jared's grandson -- Myles and Ed's adopted son Myles -- Peter's 19 year old son, Ed -- Myles' lover
Mikey -- CJ's twin
Mary Gibson -- Matriarch of the family Steven Gibson -- Mary's husband Paul Gibson -- Mary's son and chief of police Jake Gibson-- Mary's youngest son and police officer Dr. Darren Cartwright -- Jake's partner and Jared's doctor.
Judge James Haroldson -- Mary's brother Jennie -- Mary's sister Diane Gibson -- Mary's sister -Exley HR Director - Steven's ex-wife. Kathy -- Diane's partner Stacy --Diane and Steven's daughter. Tracy -- Peter's secretary
Sheila Miranda Easby -- Jared's Aunt William Webster -- Jared's Grandfather John McNicolls -- Sheila's adopted son
Mavis Pratt -- Stephen's wife
Carl Davidson -- Jared's security Sean Pearson -- Jared's security Mike Pearson -- Jared's security
There are various other ancillary characters, such as the Pratt family that do not play a major part in the story and so are not listed above.
An effort has been made to only hint at the area that it is set in so it allows you to use your imagination... Chicago is mentioned, but then again so is Gary Indiana so we know the area it is based in. Other than that we simply know that it is based in a city and most cities have the basic things in common.
MOONSIDE MANOR
Chapter 5 -- Help me...
After almost a month in hospital and a complete life and family makeover I was sat in my room waiting for Peter and Myles to arrive to pick everyone up and take us all home. Going home with me were CJ, Chris, Mason, Jon, along with Jake and the security guys that are on duty.
Peter had thought ahead and already organised with Mary for grandfather's estate to provide a fleet of vehicles that we thought would be required by the family. Even though it was a fleet and could be all leased cars we decided that we wanted to own them. So it was decided that grandfather's estate would pay for them, including the Honda that Sheila got for herself and a Jeep for Jon. Jakes team got sleek BMWs that they would use to drive us all around when required. I bought myself a real nice eight seat SUV, but Peter got himself a sleek sporty looking convertible that cost as much as all of the other cars put together. At the most it could only seat was two people; I could not understand him, but held my tongue. Then as a treat I bought a limo that I had always wanted as you never know when you'll need to impress.
When he and Myles came in on the day that all of the cars were purchased they started oozing enthusiasm all over the place and I have to admit that it was contagious ... I just got this panicked look on my face though after awhile as I felt that I was committed to four wheeled fanatics and would lose them all to the road and be alone all over again just under a different guise.
Eventually Mary and Diane started laughing as they had been watching the blank look on my face and the occasional nods turn in to ones of horror as I was trying to look interested, but was failing dismally. Hell I'm from England; a car is a car is a car over there. They don't have enough roads to get excited about. Hell a car could have hot and cold sex on tap and it would still be just a car to me.
The move had been completed and my old townhouse was now set up as a stopover for either visitors, clients or those working late in town. I was still one of the only ones that had not seen what grandfather called `Moonside Manor'. I know that I needed people in the beginning, but now I just felt as if all control was being taken away from me. All I needed was to add my signature every so often and nod at other times.
I hate to think it, but sometimes I just felt that I'm being moved over by someone other than family, but still moved over and the control of everything taken away from me. If you were to look back over the last few days and weeks one family seems to have tried to take my life and the other family is just taking over. I don't even know anything about them. What says it's them that I can trust and that they're not just another bunch of Pratt's only after what's good for them? Tears were falling down my face without me knowing.
"Well are you ready Jared?" Darren rushed over to me, "Jared are you ok?"
"I don't know. Everything has changed so much and I just don't know anymore doc. Everyone in my life now I have only known at the most four weeks so what's to say that I can trust you all and that you are not like my own family was. I definitely feel there is one that I cannot trust." Darren nodded and I was sobbing now, "I just feel, so lost."
"Ian. I know you still like that name as it reaches the little boy that had to be someone that he wasn't. You have to go with your heart. When I was in college my mother was sick and I was working all of the hours that I could to try to pay the hospital bills for her. You see I never knew my dad. She needed me so I had to be there for her.
"Then I met my Jake. One night I came home and found instructions from an attorney requesting that I visit the next day. Mary and everyone were there, including my Jake. Peter was the one that explained that the family always tried to help at least one person through university every year and that since it looked like I was going to be family they had all voted that I receive the scholarship with full expenses covered. I did not catch on so Peter stated, `that means you're included on the family health insurance and that covers any known conditions. So the health insurance is there for your mother as well to make sure she gets better'. Ian, you know I like that name, they're a good family and have fallen in love with you... everyone. He's just slightly lost at the moment."
"Thanks Doc, I think that I am just a little stir crazy, I'm more than ready to get back to a normal life, but I'm beginning to wonder what normal is or will be in the future. Everything has changed so much in the time that I've been in here and you know what Darren, I'm scared." Darren just looked at me. "My question is since everything has changed since I was last out there am I going to be able cope. I have always been such a loner in life and now... I have a huge family."
Peter strolled in with Myles just staring at me as if I had grown another head. "Hey I heard what you said and the answer is of course you'll cope, you always do. So stop worrying." Darren just looked at him open mouthed.
You could tell that I was stressed over everything as I just snapped at him as I had, had enough of his attitude towards me, "Peter you do not know me to say that! Hell I'm glad we are not a committed couple as we have never been on a date yet, but I bet whoever you text all of the fucking time has."
He looked stunned, "Babe, please."
"Look you know that I love you, I would not have asked you and Myles to live with me and for us to see where we go as a couple and if it works, but do not say what you just did. I do not always cope and we are from very different backgrounds.
"I'm sorry, but when you lost your parents, your grandparents stepped in and you had money to help you cope with everything. When I lost my parents, or when my dad threw me out... I slept on the street of Sheffield starving. Eating out of bins behind restaurants; freezing at night, scared stiff to fall asleep in case I didn't survive another winter's night."
He stepped over to me, "Forgive me, please."
"You know I do, but it's time you know where I'm coming from."
At that moment Sheila walked in the door and over to the side of the bed knowing that I would need support for this. "Sheila is about the only person who will be able to picture what I am going to tell you."
"Are you sure that you ready for this Ian?"
She still slipped and called me by my boyhood name. "Yes SheShe this needs to be said, they need to know." I looked around to gather my strength. "All of my life I've been rejected... hated and forced to be a loner; brought up by a complete stranger. Can you imagine that?
"Don't get me wrong I loved Leon dearly, but he was nothing to do with my family. You know after they threw me out if my family saw me they used to cross the road and walk the other way. I would chase after them or shout to get their attention and they would just ignore me. I was treated like shit on the bottom of their shoes. No, I was treated worse than that. All I could do was go home and cry. Peter that's not coping, it not even existing! It's twenty seven years later, I'm 40 years old and I am fed up of trying to exist, but I do not know any other way."
I laughed at myself as I thought of the next thing. "You know? As a boy I wouldn't cry in my bedroom. I didn't want Leon to know just how miserable I really was. I remember that I used to climb in the cupboard below the stairs. I had my own room, but for some reason when I cried it was in that `Cubbyhole'. It was comforting to sit in the dark and hide the unhappy me away in there. I would not let the world see what they had done to me. You know it was dusty when I first went in, but after the first time it was always clean. I guess Leon always knew. Every time when I came out of there as well, there was always a plate of sandwiches waiting by the door with a glass of milk. I just never thought about it before."
I stopped and wiped the tears away from my face as I remembered losing Leon and then when my life changed. "Sheila never knew him and I was away at college when he died, but even in death he made sure that I was looked after. It was at college, coming to the end of my time there when I met Susan. I thought that my life was working out for the good at last and as the kids came along I was finally happy for the first time in my life.
"That didn't last long though as they all rejected me when the redundancy threatened to put us out of work with no money coming in. One thing Susan liked was spending money. I eventually found myself, redundant and gay and left on the compost heap of life with everyone turning their back on me again including my kids; do you know how that feels?" Peter had his phone in his hand, but for once was looking at me.
Myles asked, "Surely you must have had friends?"
I took a sip of the coffee Peter had given me and shook my head. "Nope my brothers sorted that out, as they made sure that everyone I knew was aware that I was gay. Even after I left school and college I was beaten up every day. In stories on sites like Nifty and places like that you read how kids like me had a protector that fell in love with them and who watched out for them. Not true to life!
"I was almost a weekly visitor to the hospital and three times I was put on suicide watch with my arms tied down to the side of the bed and still I was alone. Sheila does know about that. Even the friend my father found me with hated me in the end. You know that I have never even been in gay bar, only ever been with one man and everyone thinks I can cope."
There was shocked silence, "The moment the redundancy went through she took half of everything and then threw me out on the streets again. Hell it wasn't as if Susan never knew about all of the rumours from the past as I told her from the very start and that the rumours were wrong. After I had found somewhere to live the first thing I did was to get a cappuccino and think. Being a loner, thinking was always my friend. That cappuccino was the one I was drinking when I had the initial idea that would become Exley International. I'd not been arrested, I didn't have an affair, and I'd done nothing wrong!" I was almost shouting now and both Sheila and Peter just stood there and at that time I realised that he did not make me feel safe anymore. "I had done nothing wrong and yet the rumours were enough to kill me where England was concerned."
Sheila suddenly said "The bitch ought to have been shot for what she did to you."
"She threw me out into the streets for a second time in my life. It was even Leon's house we were living in and the house is still mine. That's how I ended up in a one bedroom flat in Cullercoats, as I moved as far away from Yorkshire as I could afford. All alone and hating life; literally on the verge of committing suicide all the time." I looked around at everyone, they were just watching me.
"It was not long before the company turned successful and I moved here, anything had to be better than where I was. To be honest I had, had enough of the UK and its people to last a bloody life time. Moving here seemed the right thing to do. Don't get me wrong it not a bad place or bad people, I guess I just pulled the short straw in life."
The hospital room was silent as I drank my coffee, "You know I met Davy on the plane coming over here? From the very start he gave me a purpose to live again." I paused and looked at Peter and realised that's what was missing, "It was because of him that we ended up here. He introduced me to Diane and Stacy and we got the offices opened in record time. With the help of Diane the business thrived and so did me and Davy. Then even he left me and I was alone again more lonely than ever before... and desperately wanting to end it all and join him. He knew though and he sent me all of you."
"Dad ..." Myles approached his father.
"Jared I am so sorry. None of us knew. I dare say not even Sheila knew the complete truth about what happened. I am so sorry for being so glib about coping. It's easy to say when you've not been that thirteen year old boy left all alone in the world and living on the streets. I promise you that life is changing. You will never have to cope again. I'll be there..." He was about to say more but stopped.
"Peter, I hate feeling like this and I am so sorry for snapping at you, but don't you see I'm so scared? You were all born to this, hell I'm the little boy that always had to go without and just stand and watch as others spent their money buying sweets laughing at me because I never did. I was living with Uncle Leon when I first tasted chocolate. I was almost fourteen years old by that time.
"My clothes were from Oxfam and charity shops as Leon never had enough money. Even though he looked after me he knew he never had enough for the two of us and he would go for days without eating himself as a result. Help me. Please! Peter I am petrified by all of this money, before the shooting I almost just walked away from it all.
Everyone just looked at me. Here I was the leader and creator of a man made empire, a self made millionaire and now a billionaire... really I was in fact just a scared little boy. I just clung on to Sheila and cried.
Sheila clung to me and waited for the man to get a grip of myself and to take a hold of the little boy. "Darren do you know someone that you can refer me to so that I can work through all of this anger and bitterness and loneliness? I really feel that I need help at last?"
"I certainly do and will get him to call tomorrow. I may even bring him round to introduce you to him so that it's in your own environment and not a sterile room."
"Thank you."
Darren took the moment and moved us forward, "Ok! You have all had you final checkups with me. We have had all of the prescriptions filled that need to be filled. Do you kids see any reason why you should still be here?"
"No Doctor Darren" CJ chimed with a smile.
"Ok then let the wagons roll!"
"But we got cars Uncle Darren!"
"Well I know that, but the hospital insists that you each have your own wagon when you leave the hospital. Come on Chris climb in." With that the nurses wheeled wheelchairs into the ward for everyone who had been a patient.
I can tell you that we were all very reluctant to sit down in them, but when we realised it was the only way that we would be able to leave we sat down defeated. "I see the cowboys win again" declared Darren. CJ giggled.
A member of the family was assigned as `Wagon Master' for each wheelchair and if we had to go out this way then the hospital would remember us for a long time to come, we had a race on our hands and Darren was leading the way with Jon's chair only to be overtaken at the last moment. We soon arrived at the front door and Myles pushing CJ won the gold medal. Of course you understand that Peter and I allowed them to win!
Waiting outside was a different type of wagon train as three cars including the Limo were waiting and all of them were being driven by Jakes men, now dressed in official Exley International uniform. Peter walked me to the limo and we were soon on the way home. Home! I was still wondering what that was going to be like.
As we sped along the roads it didn't take too long before we were getting close to a park. The area was beautiful. The park was on the right hand side of the road and the road we were driving on was a tree lined avenue. Looking at the park you could see a large lake in the distance and a play area for young with a slide and swings. Nearby was a picnic area where mothers were sat chatting watching their kids play.
It was a warm day and I had opened the window to get some fresh air when as we drove along you could clearly hear the scream "Help me!" followed by a further piercing scream.
"Daddy we have to stop someone is in danger and the voice sounded familiar."
"Stop the car and pull over to the park. CJ and I just heard something." As we were getting out, there it was again and everyone took off racing towards where the sound was coming from, even the mothers and the kids sat in the park. The ladies took charge of the little ones and stayed in the background with the other mothers while Jake and his men took charge.
"Oh no you don't," Peter held me back, "Let Jake's team do their job, you just got out of hospital. Call Paul and report what's happening. When they have everything in hand we will go over." It was at that time that we heard what could only be called an unearthly scream and we just knew it was Jake.
Everyone just ran including the kids to get to their Jake. When we got there Jake was holding a little one talking to him to calm him and his men were still pinning down the men and getting the situation under control.
Jake looked up as if her were in shock. "Jared, its CJ. We failed him."
"No Jake you have to be wrong as CJ was with us." I then looked down and saw the boy. Stepping forward I could hardly breathe as it was the exact copy of CJ.
With a very small voice he said, "Are you my Papa." He gasped in pain and his breath was jagged. "I think I could love you Papa."
"Well that is good because I think I love you already little one."
"Papa...?" He grasped my hands, "Look after CJ. He's special to me... Please." At that moment he looked around and sure enough there was CJ and he smiled. "Hello shrimp."
"Hi Toad" CJ broke away and ran to enclose this little one in his arms "Toad, don't leave me please. I need you."
"Shrimp you have Papa now and a new family, but I will always be with you."
"Toad please, I need you with me. You have always been there for me." He was now sobbing.
The police and ambulance had arrived now, but as we watched CJ we heard almost a growl building inside him and then the most awful primal scream that I had ever heard in my life. I never want to hear those words said in the same way again, "He's my brother .......! Papa ... Noooooo....." with that he collapsed and Jake just scooped him into his big arms, rocking him backwards and forwards and cried with him.
As the ambulance crews stepped forward we noticed that jakes men had the two men cuffed and on the floor. "Sir let us help the child please" The EMT said.
"We were too late for the little guy." I looked up at Mary and Steven standing in the distance, "He died in my arms."
"Throw everything you can at them!" I looked at the men, if you could call them that. "What was his name?"
"Exley, his daddy sold him to us weeks ago, but his daddy was called Pratt."
It was now time for the full meaning of what had happened to fall on me and for the second time there was a primal scream, this time it was me as I realised CJ was talking literally. I just joined Jake rocking the little one in my arms knowing that we had failed him.
Myles suddenly said, "Michael Exley... he was CJ's brother, but CJ said that they'd left him with their uncles. I assumed that meant in the UK." The ladies still had the kids in the background, but Sheila came forward.
Looking at them she said "Moses fucking Pratt and Noah the boy wonder, I wondered where you two had got to, but then you are were always on the run from the law for one thing or another, but this is a new high even for you two. I thought you had more sense."
"Paul, take them away and put them in the cell with Big Bubba for all I care. I am sure he would like to hear what they've done." There were no more words said, they were dragged away as far as my life was concerned never to be heard of again.
When the EMTs tried to take Michael away from me, Darren stepped in. "Let his Grandfather hold him until the coroner arrives. He has never seen him before." I just sat there, covered in his blood sobbing; my heart breaking and I could do nothing to stop it.
CJ had moved away from Jake and was now clinging to me and his brother. "He was my twin Papa. Always said he was older than me. Papa... why do I feel as if part of me is no longer here...?" He just sobbed.
Jake's men had managed to keep the media away, but this was bound to hit the papers. At least for now it allowed Michael his privacy at this most important moment. "Grandma Mary, help Papa organise his goodbye for me please. I don't think he'll be able to do it by himself and I want to say goodbye to Mikey in style please."
"I promise little one."
As Michael was taken away a primal scream rose from my heart as it broke. I screamed "WHY!" and then everything went black.
Why in deed? Darren called the hospital and decided with the family that he would stay at home for the foreseeable future to make sure that I was Ok and also to keep an eye on the kids as well. Mary refused to leave me saying that she and Sheila were more than capable of being a nurse and helping everyone that needed it.
Mavis was in a bad way herself as Michael had been left with her son and his family and for him to be here there had to be something terrible wrong in the UK, especially since she had been unable to contact them.
Little did we know that we would lose Mavis as well because Paul's next visit was not a pleasant one. They had been contacted by Scotland Yard. Mavis' family had been murdered and the child taken from them. Everyone, even her own grandchild had been shot. She never recovered and when I came back into reality I found that we had two funerals that
Gibson, Barrington and Smyth, organised a press conference where the events of the recent past we shared and the story ran for a week in some papers. Most had been true to my request and they concentrated on man's inhumanity to man and how many times it's the unseen child that we forget about and who eventually suffers the most.
Darren had me on strong anti-depressants, and they made me sluggish and unresponsive and I hated feeling like that so he agreed to take me off them as long as the family monitor me and as soon as the funerals were held I let him bring Bret Evans around to talk to me.
I asked to see Bret sooner if possible as I also felt that CJ should have someone to talk to. CJ and Chris were inseparable now and Chris was very protective of his friend.
Bret came around and I was stunned not only by how good looking he was, but how easy he was to get along with. For the first time in my life I was able to spend time for me and open up to someone that I realised I could trust. CJ also found him easy to get on with and Bret soon became a welcome addition to the family. At the end of that first visit Peter offered to drive him home. It seemed a very long time before he came back that night and he had that familiar what can only be called a limp again.
I was beginning to realise that it wasn't me; it wasn't even the money which I had that had caused all of this. No, it was mans greed. The Pratt's could have been French, Swiss or even American it did not matter. Some people growing up in poverty turn out to be beautiful people. Others turn the other way and look for any opportunity to get something for nothing. Unemployment and the callous bosses that ride roughshod over their workers, even in the twenty first century do not help the situation. Many an employee can be tipped over the edge by the stupid uncaring attitude of the modern day bosses. Everyone is out to look after number one and sod the rest of the world. Ultimately it's the people at shop floor level and the most vulnerable that suffer.
On the following Monday the funerals were held, Mary had purchased a family plot so that we would be all together as eventually and that no one would be left alone.
The church was packed and everyone left condolence cards. Mavis and `Little Mikey' as he would always be known rested together.
We decided on a closed casket mainly because we did not want everyone to see what had happened to Mikey, plus I'm still very English and having an open casket is very unusual to say the least in the UK. People can visit the Chapel of Rest, but there is never an organised session like people felt we ought to have for Mikey. Both CJ and I felt we wanted him to have is dignity so it was a simple service and then just family at the graveside. Later two headstones would be added one for Aunt Mavis' the other simply said Little Mickey' and then below said `Twin of CJ Exley and Grandson of Jared Ian Exley'.
I refused to let the Pratt family other than Mavis be buried with my family and then even the Pratt name did not appear on any headstone. Even though they were my son, daughter and at one time my wife I had never been more ashamed than I was at this time in my life. I told Diane and Stacy who sorted it for me that I never wanted to know where they were.
When we eventually opened all of the condolence cards there was almost enough gift money to donate to the local school, that CJ and Chris would be attending, so that a whole new assembly hall and kitchens could be added. So the family added to it and also added a new gym and swimming pool as well. It seemed fitting as the kids that would be using it were the same age as Mikey would have been.
When the new wing to the school was opened they had little CJ and Chris as the guests of honour unveil the plaque. CJ openly gasped when he read "The Mikey Exley Building". To our surprise they asked if anyone wanted to say anything. CJ timidly stepped forward and up to the lectern.
"No one here knew Mikey. Hell you don't know me yet, but you will as Chris and I will be coming here next school year. Mikey was the happiest person that I have ever met and if he saw anyone suffering he would be the first to step in and try to help. He was my older twin and I miss him so much. He died because of evil men whom I hate to say were my own family. You know we could stop what happened to Mikey ever happening again if we just watched out for others around us. When we saw anything out of place we run for help or start shouting. Believe me adults look up and pay attention when a kid shouts as they hate noisy kids." The hall erupted into laughter.
"The adults causing the harm will soon get the message that we will not let this happen again. Do you want to be next? Lady I have never seen you before, do you want your little granddaughter that's sat next to you to be next? You know what, if we do not start looking after each other then there will be others. How many faceless children have already gone before and no one looked or helped. How many more have to be added to the faceless army before we have had enough. Why can't we all be each other's Guardians and change the future and make the world safe even just for a few kids? Even just a few is better than none at all."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm Mrs Chisholm head of the school board and this young man has struck a chord in my heart. I will pull a team together to try to get 'The Guardians' up and running. Anyone who wants to know what they should do please come to the meeting when it is announced."
"Please miss, any funds required will be met by the `Uncle Leon Foundation'" CJ stated.
"CJ, I think you are the wrong person to promise that dear. It would have to be pledged I believe by Mr Jared Exley or the foundation's board."
I stood at that and all of Jake's men suddenly went on full alert. "Madam, please you do not have to be so condescending just because CJ is only nine years old, Believe me he has seen more life than any of us would want to, so please do not talk down to my son like that. For your information I am Jared Exley and CJ is quite correct any funds that are needed the foundation will be proud to meet. If you are in any doubt about that I believe the whole board of the foundation is also here."
At that point she stood up and walked towards me, "Mr Exley... Jared, I am so sorry I opened my mouth without thinking. It is the curse of us mere humans you know..."
There was a general tittering around the hall at that moment...
"Mr Exley let me shake your hand. You do not know what good that foundation has already been able to do. Since the foundation did their initial presentation to the school, three badly abused children's lives have been changed for the better. In this school alone! Add to that twenty five other children who have come forward or whose friends have told us that they were experiencing problems. I am so pleased to meet you at last." We could not escape it forever and sure enough there were the camera flashes.
"Thank you ... You have to understand that I have been hospitalised since the foundation was formed so all of this is news to me. I must ask though is there help line number that children can call if they need to speak to someone?" "Hospitalised? I am so sorry. I must admit that I do not know of a helpline." "Don't worry Miss my original dad and his family shot him. Tried to sell me and murdered my twin Mikey..." CJ got very quiet and then added "but now he has me, my other new daddy and Uncle Jake so nothing will hurt him again." With that he ran to Jake and before he buried his head in the big man's chest and cried he turned and added "If there were a phone number on the notice board at all schools it would help people like me." It did not take long before CJ was surrounded by other family members.
I was aware that the media was there and cameras were flashing, so I looked at one of the reporters and asked if they would like the chance to take a family picture for their readers as I would like to add one under the plaque so everyone knew Mikey's family. When the picture appeared in the papers the heading was "Jared Exley family launched the new `Uncle Leon's' Help Line for children."
That's all for now folks, chapter six will follow soon and we will finally find out why Peter is behaving so strange and when we find out everything will change.
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