Graham sat gazing across the dunes towards the sea. He'd left his
friends back in town enjoying themselves unable to stand the loud
music and claustrophobic atmosphere of the small club any longer.
As he watched the waves crash against the shore he debating what
to do next. If he went back to the club it would be endless hours
of discomfort. With him sitting there feeling like a spare part,
not his idea of fun. However if he went home he knew he would get
it in the neck from Martin the next day, for being a bore. He
wasn't sure why he had even agreed to come tonight. Clubbing had
never been his thing and after being dumped by Jessica he was
hardly in a party mood.
Three years together and she had just thrown their relationship
away as if it was worthless. They'd been engaged for god's sake
and it wasn't as if she had shown any signs of being unhappy in
fact quite the opposite she'd been blooming for months. Then
suddenly without warning he had come home to find a note saying
that she had gone to London and had no intention of coming back.
They were over. It had been six months now but it still hurt as
if it had been yesterday.
Getting up Graham turned and gazed towards the lights of the
town. He just didn't see the point anymore in getting drunk and
doing stupid things. He'd never been that big a drinker anyway.
He watched a car speeding towards the beach car park, another boy
racer with nothing better to do, no doubt. But as Graham watched
it became clear that this was no boy racer.The car was an old,
red, Ford Escort and as it reached the public toilets it slammed
on the breaks and jolted to a halt.
Graham watched amazed as the passenger door was pushed open and
someone was shoved out onto the wet tarmac before the car sped
off again tires screeching as it was spun around the tight bend
and up the hill.
Acting on instinct Graham sprinted down the dunes, slipping and
sliding on the wet sand as he raced towards the car park. Slowing
to a walk as he approached the figure that lay unmoving on the
tarmac he realised with shock that it was a young teenage girl.
She was laid on her side with her blood soaked back towards him
seemingly unaware of him gazing down at her with concern.
Watching her closely in search of signs of life Graham carefully
moved around her pausing as he gazed down at her swollen battered
"Are you ok?" he asked. Instantly feeling like an idiot. Of
course she wasn't ok she'd just been thrown from a car and
clearly a lot worse from the look of her.
"Aha," the girl replied almost inaudibly and then to his
amazement she started trying to push herself up into a sitting
Graham quickly offered her his hand which she took willingly, and
once she was safely sitting up she gazed at him her eyes large
deep pools of blue, that had the same affect on Graham as a young
puppy's would on most woman.
"Can you help me up?" she asked.
"I'm not sure you should move too much. You've been badly hurt
you need to go to hospital." He said reaching in his pocket for
"No!" The girl cried. "No I'm fine I just had a fight that's all
please don't call anyone." She cried struggling now to get up by
herself but merely falling forward onto her knees.
"Your really badly hurt if you try and move you might do serious
damage to yourself." He said, as she tried to crawl across the
car park, to a nearby car. Unable to watch any longer Graham
swept her up into his arms. She was incredibly light and very
thin, dangerously so in Grahams opinion. Her eye's where awash
with fear and at first Graham thought that she was afraid because
he had picked her up.
"Please don't call anyone." She pleaded again as he carried her
across to a low wall where she would be able to sit.
"I know you're just trying to help but I'm ok really. I just need
to lay down that's all. Just for a minute or two then I'll be ok.
Honestly I will." She pleaded, her eyes closing with exhaustion
as she spoke. Then her head began to sway and her arms slid from
around his neck as she passed out.
Graham stood there for several minutes unsure what to do. He
could feel her breathing steadily her chest raising and falling
seemingly without strain which gave him hope that she had
suffered no internal damage at least where her lungs were
concerned. Sitting on the low wall still holding her in his arms,
he took the corner of his jacket and gently wiped away some of
the blood. There was a deep cut above her left eye which probably
should be stitch her lip was split on the left hand side and it
looked as if she had bitten into the bottom lip quite hard. He
lifted her head lightly and surveyed the back. Gently pushing
aside the golden-brown waves of hair as he searched for any cuts,
relieved to find there were none.
As he sat her forward on his lap he slowly eased up her top and
closed his eyes to block out the sight of the large deep welts
that were oozing blood and run all the way from her neck down and
out of site below the waist band of her skirt. This girl had been
beaten viciously and clearly whipped as well, then callously
dumped in a wet car park on a Friday evening. How anyone could do
such a thing to such a young girl, any girl for that matter, was
a mystery to Graham and anger, the likes of which Graham had
never felt before, cursed through his veins. The anger however
was quickly replaced with fear as he heard the rumble of a car
heading his way. Getting to his feet quickly, the young girl
still unconscious in his arms he rushed towards the public
toilets managing to dive inside just as a set of headlights came
into view. He was not sure why he was hiding just certain that it
was what he should do and as he watched from his hiding place,
the same red Escort slowed to a crawl as it passed by Grahams
hiding place. He listened intently as the car moved further away
and then peering out he saw it sweeping around and slowly
creeping back towards the toilets. When he heard the engine stop
Graham quickly carried the girl into one of the cubicles and
bolting the door, Afraid that he had been spotted.
Soon he heard footsteps outside moving around the toilet block.
Then there was a crash, followed by a second and Graham knew that
the man was checking the cubicles of the lady's toilets clearly
pushing the doors open with force so that they slammed hard
against the tiled walls.
"Casey." He heard a gruff voice call. "Come on Casey, come out,
come out where ever you are." The voice growled and then there
was silence again. Graham remained frozen in the cubicle the
young girl draped in his arms as he heard the footsteps coming
As the door behind which Graham was hidden was shoved Graham
yelled. "Hay!"Then thinking on his feet he quickly added. "Can't
a guy take a crap in peace?"
"Sorry didn't realise there was someone in there." That gruff
voice called back and then Graham listened as the footsteps once
more receded followed a few minutes later by the sound of an
Once the sound of the car had faded into the distance Graham
crept out Casey still in his arms checking the coast was clear
before quickly headed for the beach. He still wasn't sure what to
do, but one thing was clear, it wasn't a good idea to hang around
for too long.
The tide was out and so he made quick time, stopping only
occasionally to shift Casey into a more comfortable position. As
he came out onto Crockletts car park he re-arranged Casey arms to
make it look as if she was holding onto his neck. And then
picking up the pace he hurried past the pubs beside the golf
course and across mare lane, turning down ocean view road. A few
minutes later he turned into the small gravel car park and
dropped onto the steps that climbed between the two garages to a
matching number of flats above. One of which was Grahams home.
After catching his breath he started up the stairs managing to
hook the handle of the first door and push his way into the
entrance hall where he hurriedly braced Casey against the wall
with his body, praying that in her unconscious state, she would
not feel any pain. Hurriedly fishing in his pocket for his keys
he unlocked his front door and pushing it open he swung Casey
back into his arms and carried her inside where he laid her
gently on the sofa. He then proceeded to wipe the blood from the
wall outside his door before hurrying inside once more and
locking himself and Casey safely inside.
Casey lay still unconscious on the sofa, her breathing steady as
Graham set about cleaning her wounds. As he worked he checked her
arms and legs for breaks, but was certain that her bones if
little else were intact. He worked slowly but meticulously
avoiding her private areas and disinfecting every cut he found
When he was done he silently thanked his mum for her insistence
that he keep a well stocked first aid box as without it he would
have been screwed.
Then slipping a blanket over Casey he dropped into the small
armchair beside the sofa and spent the night reading quietly.
Glancing up whenever she stirred. Certain now that at some point
unnoticed she had slipped from unconsciousness into a deep sleep.