Chapter 20
Christian Street Whitechapel.
6:45 pm. Friday 13th December 2013.
Walking through the park heading for Christian Street, Michael Darcy was on his way to once again try and follow his Mother. When he suddenly realised that she was standing alone by the park gate that he was heading towards. A split second’s decision, and he decided to confront her, although he had no plan of what to do next, or what he was going to say.
He just walked straight up to her, and without hesitating asked,
“Do you know who I am?”
Susan was caught off guard wondering who he was, and if she should shout for help. Remembering that a couple of years earlier somebody had been attacked in the park. For a few moments, she did not know what to say or do. Then answered,
“No, leave me alone or I'll call the Police.”
Michael was hurt by her answer, and his low mental state took control of him.
“You Bloody well should.” He started to raise his voice.
“I'm your son, don't you bloody recognise me.” He asked.
For a moment, she did not realise who he was, it being twenty-three years since he was taken away from her. Plus, he would have only been a few years old at the time.
With tears in her eyes she finally acknowledged,
“Yes, I do know you.” Not really knowing what was going to be expected of her next?
For a moment, it seemed to satisfy Michael, as he did not know what to do next. Now he was making it up as he went along.
“Who's my Father?” He asked.
Although there was no answer. With a raised voice he asked her again,
“Who's my Father?”
He started poking her hard in the chest with two fingers.
“Raymond Foster.” She answered.
“Who's he?” Michael asked.
“Where does he live?”
“I don't know, he changed his name to Clive Manning and moved to Norwich many years ago.”
“I don't know any more about him.” She pleaded.
Michael started poking her harder and harder in the chest, although by now she was sobbing so much that she was becoming incoherent. This brought on a fit of rage, as Michael was determined that he was going to get his Father as well. Also, blaming him for all his problems.
By now both were out of control. Michael with his rage, that he was unleashing upon Susan, blaming here for almost all his problems during the past few years. While Susan was badly distraught and sobbing bitterly. Realising that this was not the way she had hope for, if she were ever to eventually meet up with her long lost one and only child.
With that he grabbed hold of both her arms near her elbows, and with his momentum pushed her back off the pathway into the bushes. The more that Susan struggled and taunted him, the more violent he became. His pushing finally stopped as Susan's back contacted what felt like a rather large tree.
By this time, Michael had completely lost control of his actions. Still having hold of her arms, he started banging her against the tree. Becoming more violent every time she made contact.
As she was trying to call out for help, it encouraged Michael to do more to try and shut her up. His response was to lump her body even harder against the tree.
Until one big violent push smashed the back of her head against the tree, with a loud thud. It had contacted a jagged stub, of an earlier broken off small branch. Immediately her body went limp and started sliding down the tree trunk towards the ground. As her body started to slump towards, Michael was unable to hold onto her, and let her drop. She then crumpled into an unsightly heap by the base of the tree.
Upon looking at his Mother, Michael's mental state deteriorated quickly into a major panic. It suddenly became obvious that he might have possibly killed her. He had to get away. Without even looking around to see if anybody had been watching what had happened. He pushed through the bushes and back on to the path and made a quick exit from the park.
Once the horror of the crime he had committed sunk in, it seemed to have settled his brain, and all inner thoughts of further revenge attacks were wiped completely away.
After all the newspapers of the day were later informing their readers that a David Slater was in the frame for the attack. To him the pressure was off and he disappeared for a few months. Not wanting to be seen in case there was a connection with his Mothers Murder.
However, it was not long before the revenge thoughts returned.
Having discovered whom his Father was, Michaels thirst for reprisal was gnawing away in his head. His mental state was completely mixed up, having no remorse for killing his Mother. Although his ego was thriving, and the adrenalin was pumping, on the belief that he had completely got away with the crime. Although his mental state was not that of a normal person, as he carried no guilt.
Michael was keen to track his Father down, and wasted no time in trawling through the on-line phone directories. Striking luck at his first attempt, as there was only one Clive Manning in the Norwich area. Just to make sure he also looked up Raymond Foster, and was amazed to find that there was also one. Even more surprising they were both listed as living at the same address. No.13 Barnaby Street Norwich.
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