by Kitty Neale
Pearl placed her hand on his arm. ‘I’ve only lived around here a short time, but I’ve seen Frank with Eric and it’s obvious how much he loves his son.’
‘Yeah, and as far as I’m concerned the police are barking up the wrong tree.’
‘Oh, Derek, where can Eric be?’
‘I dunno, love, but I hope to God some nonce ain’t got hold of him.’
‘A nonce. I don’t understand.’
‘Christ, I keep forgetting what an innocent you are. It’s another word for a paedophile.’
Pearl shook her head. ‘I still don’t understand.’
‘They’re sick bastards who like sex with children.’
‘No!’ she cried, but then something she remembered from the orphanage fell into place. When she’d been about ten, a girl of the same age had been fostered out, but after only a month she came back, a sad, pale shadow of the pretty girl who had left. She hardly spoke and lay curled on her bed for hours, but whispers went around the dormitory. The older girls said she’d been interfered with by the foster parent, a man who liked children. Pearl hadn’t understood, but now it all made sense. ‘Oh, Derek, that’s terrible.’
‘Look, don’t get upset. I’m probably wrong.’
‘Oh, I hope so.’
A customer came to the stall, and with a small, sad smile, Derek said to Pearl, ‘I’ll see you later, love.’
Pearl walked away with a sick feeling in her stomach. With her head down she didn’t see Kevin until she walked into him. ‘Oh, sorry,’ she blurted.
His hands gripped her arms. ‘What do you expect when you walk around looking at the pavement?’
‘Yes, sorry, I’m afraid I was thinking about Eric Hanwell.’
‘Everyone is talking about his disappearance. I wonder what happened to the poor little tyke.’
‘I don’t know. I just wish the police would find him.’
‘Yeah, but he’ll probably turn up dead.’
The colour drained from Pearl’s face. ‘Oh, don’t say that!’
‘Look, he ain’t the sort of kid that would run away, so what other option is there?’
‘Derek said that a nonce might have got hold of him.’
‘If that’s the case, the poor little sod would be better off dead.’
Pearl found herself gawking at Kevin, and then with a small sob she ran to her bedsit. Eric was such a beautiful boy with the face of an angel. Surely nobody would harm him?
As Pearl got ready to go round to Derek’s that evening, she suddenly paused as a noise came from upstairs. Unused to hearing anything these days from Mr Bardington, her ears pricked. What was that faint sound she had heard? Was it a cry? Was the man ill?
She stood absolutely still, but there were no further sounds and, relaxing again, she continued to dress. It seemed strange to see so little of someone who lived on the same premises – in fact she saw more of his mail. Pearl never received any letters, but there were often large brown envelopes delivered for Mr Bardington. If Pearl saw them she would pick them up and place them on the bottom stair, and they always disappeared. If it wasn’t for that she wouldn’t know the man lived there.
Ready now, she picked up her handbag and was soon on her way to Derek’s. She had become very fond of Connie’s cooking, and with the extra meals she was having Pearl was putting on weight. Her few outfits were getting tight, but thankfully Mo had told her about a shop that sold second-hand clothes. Paint, brushes and paper were always top of Pearl’s wish list, but realising there was no choice but to buy new clothes, she decided to take a look at the shop the next day.
The evening soon passed, and after a huge dinner of steak-and-kidney pudding, they sat playing cards.
Derek suddenly smiled across at Connie. ‘I’ve got a nice surprise for you.’
‘Have you now. And what’s that?’
‘I’m going to buy a television.’
‘And where is the money coming from?’
‘Don’t worry, Gran, it ain’t new, but it’s in good working order.’
‘A television. My, ain’t we coming up in the world, Pearl?’
‘We certainly are,’ Pearl agreed, loving being included as part of the family.
‘That’ll be one in the eye for her next door. She’s always bragging about her television. If I hear one more word about some geezer called Dixon of Dock Green, I think I’ll go mad.’
‘Who’s he?’ Derek asked.
‘Oh, it’s some sort of programme about a copper. Someone called Jack Warner plays him, and her next door is mad about it.’
‘Well, Gran, now you’ll be able to watch it too.’
‘Yeah, I will, won’t I?’ she said, smiling widely.
‘I’d best be off,’ Pearl said as the game of rummy came to an end, Connie winning as usual. Pearl leaned down to kiss the old lady on the cheek. ‘I think you cheat.’
With a look of indignation she said, ‘No I don’t, you cheeky mare.’ Connie then smiled, patting Pearl’s arm. ‘Go on, get yourself home and we’ll see you tomorrow.’
Derek walked her to the High Street as usual. As they stopped outside Pearl’s street door, he took her into his arms, neither seeing Kevin Dolby watching them from a doorway on the other side of the road, a scowl on his face.
Kevin waited until the coast was clear before he moved. He’d been looking out for Nobby Clark, but there was no sign of him. Money was really tight and he was growing frustrated, so much so that despite the last cock-up, he was ready to do another job.
Once again he scowled. That Derek was a jammy git. Pearl had blossomed lately, her figure filling out, but it was Derek who tasted the goods. Blimey, what was wrong with the girl? How could she fancy that ugly bugger?
He looked up at her window and, seeing the light go on, he crossed the road. Without money in his pocket there was no chance of a trip to Soho. Maybe it was time to give Pearl Button a try.
Kevin looked up and down the High Street. Seeing nobody about, he rang her bell, a smile plastered on his face when she opened the door. ‘Hello, Pearl. I was just wondering if you’ve seen Nobby Clark.’
‘Er … no.’
‘I was supposed to meet him here at the shop,’ Kevin lied, ‘but so far he ain’t turned up. Do you mind if I come in and wait?’
‘But it’s after ten o’clock. Why would you be meeting him at this time of night?’
‘Now then, Pearl, you know better than to ask questions. Come on, girl, let me in,’ Kevin insisted as he pushed his way past her.
Pearl’s eyes were rounded as she stared at him, but Kevin made for the stairs. ‘Your room is on the first floor, ain’t it?’
He didn’t wait for her answer, or look over his shoulder, convinced that she would follow him.
Kevin wasn’t wrong, and as he walked into her room his face stretched with surprise as he looked around the walls. ‘Well, well, did you draw these?’
‘Yes,’ Pearl said, her face reddening.
‘They’re good – in fact, very good. It seems you’ve got hidden talents.’
‘Thank you,’ she said, obviously pleased.
Kevin hid a smile. So, the way to this girl was through her sketches. He made the most of it. ‘That’s a brilliant one of my mother. You could sell these, Pearl.’
‘Sell them? Oh, no, I don’t think they’re good enough.’
‘Leave it out, of course they are. Blimey, look at that one of Derek. It’s as good as a photograph.’ Kevin sat on the edge of her bed. ‘Have you got any more?’
‘Yes, but you won’t want to see them.’
‘Why not? I’ve got nothing else to do until Nobby shows up.’
Pearl picked up a large folder and without thinking about what she was doing, sat beside him on the bed. ‘Here’s one of Gertie.’
‘Blimey, that’s marvellous,’ and careful not to touch her, he looked at all the drawings in her portfolio. ‘Has anyone else seen these?’
‘No, you’re the first.’
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�Well, love, I feel privileged, but I don’t see one of me.’
‘I … I haven’t got one.’
As she turned, their eyes met, and as though Pearl suddenly realised their close proximity she became agitated, quickly stuffing the drawings back into the folder. He gently touched her arm, saying softly, ‘Any chance of a drink?’
‘I … I’ve only got tea or lemonade.’
‘Lemonade will do me.’
He watched her as she went to the small kitchenette. She was such a meek little thing and he didn’t want to frighten her off, but Christ, he was as hard as a rock and couldn’t wait much longer. When she returned he took the glass, his smile teasing.
‘I still think that drawing of Derek is good, but I don’t know what you see in him.’
‘Derek is lovely, kind and caring.’
‘I could be kind and caring too.’
She flushed and Kevin loved it. God, what an innocent, the daft cow like putty in his hands. She fancied him, there was no doubt about that. Placing the glass on the floor, he made his move. Taking her hand, he pulled her down beside him on the bed, enfolding her in his arms.
‘Pearl,’ he whispered, one of his hands brushing her breast.
‘No, stop it!’ she protested, pulling away.
‘Come on, Pearl, you know you like me. I only want a little cuddle, and there’s no harm in that.’
‘I … I’m going out with Derek and it wouldn’t be right.’
For a moment Kevin wanted to slap her, but resisted, instead planting a sad expression on his face. ‘Yeah, sorry, but I’ve fancied you for ages.’
‘Fancy me! You … you fancy me?’
‘Of course I do. Look, I’ll come clean. I’m not really waiting for Nobby. I came round here to see you.’
Pearl’s eyes were wide. ‘But … but Derek …’
‘Don’t worry about him.’ And on those words Kevin pulled her into his arms again. For a moment she stiffened, but then he raised her chin with one finger, his lips meeting hers. She groaned, and he smiled. He kisses grew deeper, his hands wandering over her body, touching her in places that he knew she’d love.
‘No, don’t,’ she protested as he began to unbutton her blouse.
He stopped, whispering, ‘Sorry,’ as he released her.
Pearl clutched her blouse together, gasping, her eyes dark with desire as they met his. As he hoped, she made the move this time, leaning into his arms. He struggled to take his time, almost bursting, but at last he could sense that she was ready. Once again she resisted a little as he began to remove her clothes, but as he gently coaxed, she suddenly melted.
Unable to wait any longer, he pushed Pearl onto her back, and as he entered her she cried out, stiffening beneath him. There was some resistance, but unsurprised to find Pearl a virgin, her cries of pain heightened his passion. He was the first!
Kevin took Pearl quickly, ignoring her pain. She was innocent, acquiescent, and he felt like a man, conquering, dominant and in control. Of course, there was an element missing, one that he had to pay for in Soho, but it was still good and for a while he was able to lose himself in her body.
All too soon it was over and, annoyed that he hadn’t lasted longer, Kevin rolled away to light a cigarette, ignoring Pearl’s sniffles until she spoke.
‘You … you shouldn’t have done that, and … and it hurt.’
‘You didn’t put up much of a fight, and anyway, it always hurts the first time,’ he said dismissively, thinking that at least that’s what he’d heard.
When he had finished his cigarette, he turned to look at Pearl again. She looked vulnerable, innocent, her huge eyes tear-filled as they met his. ‘I’m sorry I hurt you, but it’ll be better next time. Come on, give me a cuddle.’
She shook her head, but he settled himself beside her, wrapping her in his arms. For a moment she stiffened, but when he didn’t do anything other than hold her, she relaxed, snuggling against him. They lay like that for a while, but then reliving the moment that confirmed to him that Pearl was a virgin, Kevin found himself hardening again.
Slowly and gently he began to stroke her. She resisted a little, but then became compliant. Kevin smiled. He’d let her enjoy it this time, but in future he’d teach her a trick or two, show her what he liked. He entered her, moving slowly, teasingly. She groaned, this time with pleasure.
‘Well, you certainly enjoyed it that time,’ he leered when it was over.
Pearl lay quietly for a moment but then threw her arms around him. ‘Oh, Kevin, I didn’t realise love could be like this.’
‘Love! It ain’t love, you daft cow. It was just sex, and don’t go reading anything else into it. I ain’t looking for a steady girlfriend.’
Pearl’s eyes were rounded with shock as she stared at him. ‘But—’
Kevin rose to his feet. ‘No buts, Pearl. As I said, it was nothing, and by the way, there’s no need for Derek to find out.’ With a dismissive wave of his hand he added, ‘See ya,’ before walking out.
Chapter Fourteen
When Kevin left, Pearl was in tears, going over and over what had happened. He was so handsome, so kind about her sketches, and she’d been flattered by his attention. When he started to fondle her she found her body reacting in ways she’d never felt before. His hands had been gentle, touching her, arousing delicious feelings, and though she had protested at first, in truth she didn’t want him to stop. Despite the initial pain she had never felt so close to anyone before, their bodies fused, as one, and she found herself reaching out for something, a longing. Was this it? Was this how it felt to be loved and in love?
A small sob escaped her lips, remembering how her feelings had been dashed. Kevin had dismissed it as nothing. Oh, what an idiot she’d been. He didn’t love her, didn’t want her, the sex meaningless. He had just used her, and she’d let him.
She felt dirty, soiled, and now dashed to the sink, washing all traces of Kevin from her body.
It was some time before Pearl returned to her bed, tossing and turning all night. She hated herself, hated her treacherous body, at last drifting off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.
It was the doorbell that woke her at nine in the morning but, unable to face the thought of seeing anyone, she curled into a ball. The ringing persisted. Crawling out of bed, Pearl went to the window to see Derek below. Oh God, she couldn’t see him. He would know – he would look at her and know.
He waved frantically, and it was obvious he wouldn’t go away unless she spoke to him. She lifted the window, leaning out a little. ‘Derek, I’m not well. I can’t come down.’
‘When I went into the café, Bernie asked me if I’d seen you. What’s wrong, love?’
As Derek shouted up at her, several heads lifted, and Pearl cringed. They were all staring at her. Could they tell? Did it show?
‘I’ve got an upset tummy,’ she called desperately. ‘Will you tell Bernie? I … I may see you tomorrow, but it depends how I’m feeling.’
‘Is there anything I can get you?’
‘No, but thanks.’ Pearl lifted her hand to give Derek a small wave, anxious to shut the window and get away from the prying eyes.
She crawled back into bed, just wanting to hide away, and soon, exhausted, she escaped into sleep.
It was half an hour later when Trevor Bardington parked his car, smiling as he pulled out a bag of shopping. He’d bought cereals, some fruit, a bar of chocolate, and with the girl downstairs at work, he had the place to himself.
It had been a pain keeping him quiet when Pearl Button was in, but the drugs had done the trick. Now, though, he would make sure the boy was fully awake.
Trevor went up to his room, smiling fondly at the child tied to his bed. The boy had been in a drug-induced sleep, but as his eyelids fluttered, Trevor could see that he was waking up.
Those wonderful emerald-green eyes flickered open, looking glazed at first, but seeing Trevor, they rounded with fear.
‘So, you’re awake, and as a
treat I’ve got you some chocolate,’ Trevor said as he untied the bindings. ‘Now, if you’re really good, I’ll take the gag off. You will be quiet, won’t you?’
The boy nodded, but his eyes filled with tears. Trevor knew that, tempting as it was, he couldn’t keep him much longer. He tousled the boy’s hair, annoyed when he flinched. Why did they have to pretend?
He heaved a sigh. Yes, the lad would have to go soon, but he’d get a good price when he passed him on.
When Pearl awoke again it was after ten o’clock. Something had disturbed her, a sound, and she sat up groggily. Had somebody rang the doorbell? She rubbed her eyes, becoming still when she heard a cry.
Another cry, muffled, and her eyes went to the ceiling. Surely it wasn’t Mr Bardington making that noise?
For a moment the house was silent, the only sound street noises outside. Another faint cry, a yell, and suddenly Pearl flew out of bed. Please God, no, she thought frantically as she pulled on some clothes.
Barefoot, she tiptoed upstairs, struggling to stay calm. Surely she was wrong? Surely she was imagining things? It couldn’t be – it just couldn’t!
Softly Pearl crept along the landing, and reaching Mr Bardington’s door she pressed her ear against it.
At first she heard nothing, but then, as the cry came again, Pearl’s stomach turned a somersault.
For a moment she froze, stiff with panic. She had to do something, had to find help. Derek, she’d get Derek! Without coherent thought, Pearl flew back downstairs, her bare feet making little sound. She dashed outside, leaving the street door wide open behind her, eyes wild as she made for Derek’s stall.
The pavement was sharp underfoot, but Pearl was hardly aware of it. ‘Derek!’ she screamed.
‘What is it? What’s the matter?’
‘Eric … I think I know who’s got Eric! Quick, you’ve got to come!’
‘Come where? Who’s got him?’
‘It’s the man living in the room upstairs. I think Eric’s in there with him. I … I heard a child crying.’
‘Charlie! Denis! Rick! Bob!’ Derek yelled. ‘Quick, come with me.’