When he voiced his concerns to Sally, she told him in no uncertain manner, "Stop worrying. Adam will see how genuine you are, and I just know he will love you." Looking up at him with adoring eyes, she squeezed his arm. "I mean ... who wouldn"t?"
Meeting up with the others in a cafe near the hospital, Mick saw them all as having Adam"s welfare at heart. He confessed his anxieties.
"I"m just a stranger to him. I"m concerned that he might not give me a chance to explain. He could even reject me out of hand."
Phil a.s.sured him, "In spite of his bad experiences, Adam is a good and balanced young man, without an ounce of spite in him."
"He might think I abandoned his mother, but I didn"t know she was with child. She never told me."
Phil put his mind at rest: "Miss Martin and I have already spoken to him, and though he was deeply shocked, I think he"s had time enough to mull it over in his mind. I"m sure he"ll listen when you put your case. Like us, he"ll see you both as good people, and to tell you the truth, although all of us sitting round this table have done our best for Adam, we are not his parents, and that"s what the boy needs, more than anything."
He smiled at Mick. "Don"t be nervous, either of you. I"m sure Adam will like you both straight off. Trust me."
Adam had been in hospital for two long months.
His broken bones were mending, and the deepest scars he carried from that terrifying ordeal were the memories of it. There was a faint scar along his cheekbone, but apart from that his face had escaped unscathed.
Today, the nurse would take him for final X-rays and a check-up. If everything was headed in the right direction, he would go home this afternoon. Phil was due to arrive before too long. And if all went as planned, maybe Liz and Jim would be with him.
"Excited, are you?" the nurse asked.
Adam told her he was grateful for the care he"d had there, but that he would be pleased to leave now. "I can"t wait to see Phil and the others," he said.
"Well, I"m sure they"ll all be excited to get you home again. You"re a very lucky boy to have such good friends."
Adam smiled. "I know that."
"And that little Amy is lovely. I know I shouldn"t ask, but I"m naturally nosy. Is it serious between you and her?"
Adam blushed. "I don"t know yet." For him, it was.
The check-ups all showed that Adam was well on the mend. The doctor was delighted with his progress.
"I"d feel comfortable if you use the wheelchair for at least another two weeks or so, and then you can progress onto crutches. Within a month or so after that, you should be strong and able enough to climb Mount Everest."
Adam was slightly disappointed that he needed the wheelchair for a while yet, but at least he was mending, and that was the most important thing.
As the nurse wheeled him back, she suggested, "You should get a couple of hours" sleep before your folks start arriving. It will stand you in good stead for the travelling."
In the ward she tucked him up in bed and left him drinking a gla.s.s of orange juice. "Miss Martin brought your clothes in yesterday. They"re hanging in the wardrobe to loosen the creases. Oh, and I"ll have the medication waiting for you by the time you"re ready to leave. Meantime, you get some rest."
After finishing his orange juice, that"s exactly what Adam did.
First, though, he checked the clock: half-past one ... another hour and they would be there. He was disappointed that Liz had not offered to take him back, but he accepted it because he thought maybe Alice was uncomfortable with the idea of him living there again.
Still, he comforted himself with the knowledge that it would not be too long before his sixteenth birthday, when he could choose where he might live.
He thought of Amy, and his heart melted. Wherever in the world he went from now on, he would not want to be far away from her.
Seated in the nearby cafe with Phil, and Liz and Jim, Sally and Mick grew increasingly nervous. "I"m worried that Adam might be upset when we tell him the truth," Mick said. "Maybe he won"t even like us."
He was highly nervous of speaking with the son he had not even known he had. He spoke to Liz on that point. "It"s thanks to Miss Martin"s valiant efforts to track me down that I found out I had a son. But that was months ago. I should have talked to him about it long before now. He won"t forgive me, will he?"
"There is nothing to forgive," Liz promised him. "You couldn"t tell him when he was lying at death"s door, and you certainly couldn"t tell him while he was recovering. But you came here every day to see him, while he was unconscious and such dedication tells its own story. Adam will see that, and of course he won"t be upset. One thing I would say, though: when you do tell him the truth, do it gently. Think of how the truth came as a shock to you. And as you"re well aware, he"s already been through a lot these past months."
Phil endorsed that. "Adam is a surprisingly mature boy for his age. He has a depth of understanding. I know, when you tell him, he"ll be shocked at first, yes, but I can a.s.sure you, Adam will be greatly relieved to know that the monster who raised him was not his blood father."
Sally had a different concern. "What if he doesn"t want to come home with us? We can"t force him, and neither would we. So, what do we do?"
"I think we should leave it to Adam," Mick decided. "One thing we are sure of, he won"t have to go back to the children"s home, not now he"s got me and Sally. And don"t forget, I"m his father named and verified by his own mother and I think that means I can say whether or not Adam can stay with friends if he wants to."
Sally agreed. "But we would love him to be part of our family. To call us Mum and Dad would mean so very much to us."
She smiled shyly. "I"ll admit, it was a shock when I first found out that Mick had fathered a child. When Miss Martin traced us and showed us the locket and the note Adam"s mother had written, I was truly shaken. I didn"t know what it might mean to us. But now, after being by Adam"s bedside for hours on end when he didn"t even know we were there, I"ve grown to love him as a person in his own right, and as a son. And I really would love him to come home with us."
Phil ended the conversation, with wise words: "Trust me to let the boy know the truth, and we"ll go from there."
Adam was surprised to see Phil on his own. "I thought you were bringing Liz and Jim with you?" he asked. "Or did they not want to see me?" He was disappointed.
"I came alone because I have something to show you." He took the locket from his pocket, and pressed it into Adam"s hand. "This belongs to you."
Adam was amazed and confused. "Oh! It"s my mother"s locket! But it was in my bag. Someone stole it ... However did you find it, Phil?" Holding the locket in his hand again brought tears to Adam"s eyes. "Oh, Phil, I don"t know how you found it, but I"ll never be able to thank you enough. Where was it? Did the thief try to sell it, or what? I don"t understand."
"The locket was not in your bag when you left Liz and Jim"s house," Phil carefully explained. "Alice took it from the box. She hid it and told Liz about it later. Now then, I have something here that will change you life for ever, Adam. Something very precious. Liz found it when she took the locket from Alice."
Intrigued and somewhat afraid, Adam held out his hand. "What is it, Phil?"
Phil laid the folded note into Adam"s palm. "This was inside the locket. It"s a beautiful thing," he said, "and it"s in your mother"s hand."
With great trepidation, Adam unfolded the tiny piece paper and read what his mother had written for him.
When he had read every word, Adam looked up at Phil, his eyes filled with tears. "I never knew," he said, "I never knew." He put his face in his hands and he closed his eyes. His mother was strong in his mind. He was sad for her, for the way she had lived with Edward Carter all those years, not because she loved him, but to give her child a father.
He looked up at Phil. "She made a terrible sacrifice, Phil ... for me. She lived with that man for all those years, and she probably never even loved him." The tears ran down his face. "She did that, for me, Phil. For me!"
Phil warned him against feeling guilty. "Your mother was a very strong woman, Adam. She had a choice and she took it. It was what she wanted. And as long as she had you, she was a happy, contented woman. You must never, ever forget that."
Adam nodded. "And this man ... my father. Does he know about me now?"
"Yes. He"s a good man, Adam. I can see why your mother fell in love with him. But he never knew she was pregnant with you. She never told him. He"s married now but, ironically, Mick and his wife, Sally, can never have children. Miss Martin told them about the letter, and they have been at your side from when you were first brought in to when you began to open your eyes. That"s when they decided not to come any more, until you knew the truth. And you could make up your mind as to whether or not you want him in your life ... him and Sally."
Adam shook his head. "I don"t know, Phil. I"m confused at the minute. I need to think about it. Are they here now?" he asked suddenly.
Phil nodded. "They"re waiting, but they will go away and come back again to see you ... if that"s what you want?"
Adam was about to answer when both he and Phil became aware of someone bearing down on them.
Mick had decided he needed to know what his son thought of him.
Phil stood up. "Adam ... this is Mick, your father."
For the longest moment neither of them spoke. Instead they looked at each other and the moment was heavy with emotion. Then Adam opened his arms and Mick went to him. "I"m sorry, Son," he whispered. "If I"d only known, I would never have let your mother go. She was so very special. But I have a wonderful wife now, and in many small ways she"s very much like your mother. She"s kind and loving, and she so wants you to be with us ... if it"s what you want too."
Adam thought of the horses at the fairground, and how they could sense whether they would be safe with a particular person. Just now, he felt the same way with Mick.
In that precious moment he could see his mother"s smile; he could hear her voice. And now, having read her heartfelt letter, he knew she would be content if he were to accept this man who was his father.
In answer to Mick"s request, Adam smiled and nodded, and his future was sealed.
Later, Phil made him aware of Carter"s downfall.
He told Adam of a recent report, detailing how Carter had tried to install himself as the big man inside prison. Unfortunately for him, he had set himself against hard and dangerous men, who meant to teach him a lesson.
Edward Carter earned his comeuppance.
After a fierce and b.l.o.o.d.y skirmish between the prisoners, the officers found Carter, crouched in a corner, badly injured and mentally unstable.
After treatment in hospital, he was transferred to a mental inst.i.tution, where he was destined to spend the rest of his days.
Phil said it was an eye for an eye; despite all the pain, fear and suffering he had heaped on others, his innocent victims had grown stronger, while Edward Carter was now a broken man.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
THROUGHOUT HIS RECOVERY, Amy was never far from Adam"s side.
Amy"s grandfather, also, was a constant visitor and had neglected his work duties to be there for Adam. Throughout Adam"s painful recovery, Seamus had yet again proven himself to be a loyal friend.
When Adam was strong and able enough, he was determined to return to the fairground, of which he had wonderful memories, alongside his darling Amy.
Also, it gave him a measure of pride and satisfaction to repay their loyalty and love.
One evening, after a busy day, Adam made his way across the yard to check that the horses were all put away safely.
Having checked around the buildings and grounds, he then went over to the young colt"s stable. The colt had only recently been separated from his mother, and like other young horses weaned from their mothers for the first time, he was somewhat fretful and jittery.
Inside the stable, Amy pacified the colt. "Ssh ... you"re a big boy now, and you can"t cling to your mummy for ever. You have to learn to be on your own at night-times, but don"t worry, you"ll see her tomorrow in the fields."
She nuzzled its face. "I think I know how you feel, though," she confessed. "I can never imagine being too far from Adam. When I"m not near him, I feel empty inside, and so very sad. And then " her eyes lit up and a warm pa.s.sion coloured her voice "when I"m with him, my heart sings and jumps for joy, and I feel kind of ... complete somehow. Sometimes, when he smiles at me, it"s like I can"t breathe. I love him so very much, but I"m afraid to tell him, in case it might frighten him away. Oh, I think he does like me a lot, but I don"t know if he loves me in the same way that I love him."
"Then you must be blind," Adam"s voice gentled across the stable.
"Oh, Adam!" Fl.u.s.tered to see him there, she was lost for words, and then she was in his arms as his tender words brought tears to her eyes.
"Oh, my darling Amy ... how could you not know, I"ve loved you from the first time I saw you?"
Taking a small, red box from his pocket, he told her, "I"ve been carrying this about for over a week, not daring to give it to you, in case you might turn away."
When he handed her the pretty red box, she gingerly opened it. Inside was a tiny ring, with a bright, blue stone set in a heart-shaped centre.
With tears streaming down her face and her heart about to burst, Amy was lost for words.
"Well?" Adam whispered teasingly. "Will you marry me ... or have I got it wrong?"
Amy gave her answer by flinging her arms round his neck. She held onto him as though she would never let go.
"I love you," she whispered softly in his ear. "I"ve always loved you."
After slipping the ring on her finger, Adam held her for what seemed an age. Then they were laughing, and running hand in hand, so excited. And impatient to tell everyone the good news.
Behind the scenes of The Broken Man with Josephine c.o.x.
The first thing I do when I"m about to start a novel is to profile the main characters, and from that moment it is they who write the story. As the story unfolds, I become less the writer and more a part of the story, where the characters become my friends, enemies and family. Often a particular character may catch me unawares when he or she commits an act of cruelty which I had not antic.i.p.ated. Throughout the story, I remain ever true to my deeper instincts, while ever conscious that the characters are now very much alive and have rightly taken on a persona of their own.
The plot is begun, and the story is now evolving, and from that moment, as in real life, both author and reader are swept along; willingly or otherwise.
When we are born none of us have a say over who or what we are born into, and like the characters I create we have no idea of how life may shape us because, as with characters, we too are swept along, being a part of the greater story, with no prior knowledge of how our journey might shape us.
EDWARD CARTER is more monster than man. He breeds a dark and dangerous atmosphere throughout this story. He leaves behind him a wake of hatred, fear and ruin, and because of his actions the course of many lives will be changed; some for the better. Some for the worse.
You may dislike him; you may pity him. But however he affects you, it is a fact that but for his existence, THE BROKEN MAN may have become a different story altogether.
ENJOY!.
Jo x.
A short story by Josephine c.o.x.
Soon after his father"s untimely death, Alfie was badly injured in a car crash.
When doctors amputated his right leg, Alfie lost the will to live. His mother pleaded, "Through all his trials, your Dad never gave up. Fight on, Alfie"
Using the artificial leg proved difficult. Alfie believed his life was over, "What woman would want me now?"