My baby was dead and it was my fault. Mine.
A knock at my bedroom door. Go away, I thought. Leave me alone.
‘Ellie,’ a whisper. ‘Ellie, it’s me. Tom.’ I heard the door brush across the carpet. Johnny and Riley were downstairs somewhere, living their own personal hells. I was curled up in my bed living mine.
‘Ellie, I’m so sorry,’ Tom cried. ‘I can’t believe it… Skye…’
‘It’s my fault.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’
‘It is. If I hadn’t gone out…’
‘If you hadn’t gone out, Skye would still have left the house. You’d have been asleep. You wouldn’t have heard her.’
‘Luc found her,’ I said. ‘They’re saying it might have been Luc…’
‘Well that’s crazy. But things have changed…’
‘What? What’s changed?’
‘Connor’s been arrested. They’re saying it was him who killed her. They found a hole in the fence and…’
‘Oh my God,’ I hissed. ‘No! That was… that wasn’t anything to do with…’
‘Ellie!’ Tom bent down and grabbed my arm. I was sobbing again. ‘Ellie! That hole?’
‘Yes!’ I said. ‘Yes!’ I almost shouted.
‘Shhh! For God sake keep your voice down.’
‘Yes, Connor and I made that entrance so he could come and see me.’
‘You idiot! What were you thinking?’
‘I know. It’s a mess. I’ve made a mess of everything.’
‘Too late for all that. They’re going to execute Connor.’
‘No! We have to get him out. You have to get him out, Tom.’
‘I know,’ he sighed. ‘Give me the keys to your AV. I’ll sort it.’
We sent Connor to lie low at my parents’ place in Uley. They had always been fond of Connor and were overjoyed to see him alive and well. They didn’t know he was also Ron Chambers, wanted for murder. They didn’t know he was my lover. They didn’t know anything.
But I eventually had to tell Johnny everything and this betrayal, on top of Skye’s death, was more than he could take. He said he thought it would be a good idea if I left for a while. He said I should go away and think about what I wanted – meaning Connor or him.
I couldn’t believe he was still prepared to accept me after all I had put him through. I sobered up quickly and went home to Uley to see my parents and Connor and to decide what to do next. The worst part was having to leave Riley behind. I knew she was disgusted with me – first for the drinking and then for abandoning her.
When I got to The Uley Perimeter, I did a lot of thinking. And although I now lived in the same house as Connor, I hardly saw or spoke to him. Everything had changed. I had changed. I realised what I had done and I felt ashamed, disgusted. I will always blame myself for Skye’s death, and the guilt now constantly plucks away at me, like a warped discordant guitar. But I welcome it. The guilt is something I deserve to live with.
Chapter Forty Five
My world shifts and spins. My life shatters into a million lies. Ma has just told me the truth. The ugly, unadulterated truth. A truth which makes me want to vomit or scream or cry or fall into a mind-numbing sleep for a century. I stare from her, to Chambers, to my lap. And then I raise my eyes back to her with disbelief and something bordering on hate. She sits next to me on the sofa. Chambers sits opposite. I can feel him staring at me.
‘It can’t be true.’ A tear drips onto the back of my hand and I wipe my cheek angrily. ‘Why would you… How could you be so deceitful? What about Pa? Poor Pa…’
Ma stands up, her face drawn. I see her look desperately into Chambers’ eyes and I want to slap her.
‘Connor,’ she says. ‘Would you mind… leaving me and Riley for a few minutes?’
‘Yeah. Sure.’ A soft voice with the trace of an accent. He stands up and leaves the room without looking at me.
Coward, I think. My biological father… I get up and walk away from Ma, over to the sofa that Chambers has just vacated. I don’t sit down. I just turn and stare across at my mother. Who is this woman? I don’t even know her anymore.
‘How could you do that to Pa? I thought you loved him. He adores you.’
‘I know.’ She’s crying now. ‘I know. I’ve got no excuses. I was wrong and I’ve paid the price for it.’
‘We’ve all paid the price for it,’ I snarl. ‘For your affair. Oh my God! I just can’t believe it!’ I feel my emotions spiralling out of control. ‘How could you let me go on thinking it was Chambers who killed Skye, when you knew…’ My voice cracks and breaks. I try to steady it. ‘… When you knew it wasn’t him. You should’ve confessed to everybody there and then. You should’ve told everyone you’re a… you’re a…’ But no matter how disgusted and hurt and angry I feel, I can’t call Ma any of the vile words that are crashing around my head. I just can’t.
‘I’m sorry,’ she sobs. ‘I’m so, so sorry my darling girl.’
‘Does Pa even know?’
‘Yes, yes. I told him everything. And I still love him. He’s my life, Riley. You and he are everything to me.’
‘Well, obviously not.’
She flinches. ‘What can I do?’ she asks. ‘How can I make this right? For you.’
‘What a stupid thing to ask.’ I don’t want to be so harsh, but I can’t help it. I want to inflict hurt. To make her pay. Even though I can see she’s devastated. Repentant. Broken. ‘So what are you going to do?’ I ask.
‘I’m coming back home.’
‘Does Pa want you to come back?’ I feel myself outraged and hurt on his behalf.
‘Yes.’
‘You know I don’t want anything to do with that man. Chambers or Connor or whatever the hell his name is. I don’t even want to see him. He’s nothing to me.’
‘He’s your biological father, Riley.’
‘I have a father and it’s not him.’
‘Okay. I’ve really messed this up. I probably shouldn’t have told you he’s your real father. It’s just… I didn’t want there to be any more secrets.’
‘I wish you hadn’t told me. That’s a secret you should’ve kept to yourself. I’m going out.’ I leave the room.
‘It’s late! It’s dark out there! You don’t know the area…’ Ma’s voice follows me into the hallway.
I hear voices coming from another room, but I ignore them. Ma comes into the hall, but I open the front door and slam it behind me. The night air hits me like a freezing slap, but I like it. I want to feel cold and uncomfortable. To shiver. I run down the road, away from the cul-de-sac of houses. I cross the wide road at the bottom of the hill and see a large deserted playing field in front of me. The kissing gate squeaks as I push it open and sidestep through.
I sit on the wet grass with my arms wrapped around my knees, too exhausted to think about anything. I stay there until I can no longer feel my fingers and toes and can’t stop my teeth from chattering.
Uncle Tom finds me before sleep does. He drapes my shoulders with a blanket and helps me up.
‘Come on, you,’ he says. ‘It’ll all be okay. Come back to the house. Connor’s gone. You need to sleep. It’ll be okay, I promise.’
I let him soothe me and we walk together back up to the house.
Epilogue
He was in his early thirties, but had the look of someone far older. His clothes were dirty and worn, his once fair hair was thick and darkly matted and he was limping quite badly. Holding onto his left shoulder as he hobbled along, you could clearly see the overgrown, filthy nails on his right hand, the back of which was a mass of scratches.