Beyond the Blue Girl
H.K. Belvedere
Austin Macauley Publishers
Beyond the Blue Girl
About the Author
About the Book
Dedication
Copyright Information ©
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
About the Author
H.K. Belvedere is an author from the United Kingdom. He became interested in writing towards his late twenties but felt he was not quite ready to attempt his own novel. After some deep research and soul searching, he set about writing his debut novel, Beyond the Blue Girl.
About the Book
Katie Brown is a troubled girl from Edinburgh. She suffers horrific abuse from her evil father. She decides one day to leave home for a better life in London but things don’t go smoothly for her and she spirals downwards into a life of stripping and drug abuse. After meeting a rich and handsome photographer, Katie feels her life is starting to look brighter but the charming man has other plans for her that involve his psychopathic friend, the Wallpaper Man. She is introduced to the dark world of high society and has her eyes opened to the sick and twisted activities of the elite!
Dedication
Dedicated to all the truth-seekers out there lost in the howling madness. You are not alone.
The masses will wake up sooner or later……
Copyright Information ©
H.K. Belvedere (2019)
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Chapter 1
It was the kind of rain that made the pavements slightly smell. Drizzly rain on a humid April afternoon, Katie Brown, thirteen years old from Edinburgh, was walking home from school with her best friend and neighbour, Lucy Smith. On the surface, Katie was a normal and very pretty thirteen-year-old girl but sadly her image did not reflect the reality of her life. Her mother and father were dysfunctional; her dad, Thomas Brown, was a drinker, a bully, a lowlife type but also an alpha male at face value. He was around six feet tall and had wide shoulders. A muscular built man with jet-black hair and dark eyes. He was not very nice to Katie or her mother, Margaret. Katie was the only child in the family, she had an older brother but he died during childbirth three years before Katie was born. This tragic event had a big impact on her mother and father and in turn young Katie. Her dad worked a low paid factory job, which just about made ends meet after he purchased large quantities of booze and cigarettes that he and her mother consumed. They just got by but had little or no excess in life. Christmas and birthdays were not happy occasions, they just tended to aggravate the existing issues and usually ended up in horrific drama and violence, both which a young Katie became desensitised to very early on in her life. They say a child is hardwired into ways of thinking at several key points during childhood. She was hardwired to witness savagery and conflict.
It was around 4 p.m. on a Friday, Katie was glad to be finished school for the week but knew as it was Friday and her dad would most likely be drinking again. Katie goes in through the front door of their council house in an Edinburgh housing estate, her mother, who is unemployed, is sitting smoking a cigarette in the living room watching TV. She was a very good looking woman in her younger years, pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, cute smile, very slim and petite figure but the effects of alcohol and cigarettes over time have caused her to look worn out, dull, lifeless, no spark in her eyes at all anymore. She was effectively dead already. All the goodness had been sucked out of her soul by her evil husband, who had been physically and mentality abusing her for the past twenty years of their train wreck marriage. The early days of the relationship were not all bad, they had a whirlwind romance to begin with, got married young and started a family together, but the premature death of their first-born child turned everything sour. She could no longer work and was diagnosed with several mental health conditions, she was on several medications and her husband began to drink heavily and would regularly beat her. He became jealous and insecure. One night, he came home extremely drunk and raped her while she was half asleep. She fell pregnant, nine months later Katie was born. Her mother thought, being a naïve woman, her husband would somehow change, soften up maybe. He never did, the abuse continued as before, even during the pregnancy and after the birth. Katie was born into a morally broken, horrible home. She was up against the odds from day one. She had little or no chance of a happy life. It’s just the way it goes for some people, sadly. She needed a blessing to fall from the sky but in this cold and heartless world, miracles don’t just happen. The bad guys usually win.
Her mother said to her, “Right you! Get to your room and get it tidied as your dad is coming home from work!”
Katie sighs but quickly replies, “Yes, Mum,” and makes her way to her bedroom which was up the stairs. Katie begins to tidy her bedroom before her father comes home; he always finished work early on a Friday but tended to go to the local pub for several hours before he would return home. It was also the end of the month when her father would be paid, so she knew he would be in a drunken state later on that evening. Her room was never messy (for a teenage girl anyway), but the fear of her father, however, made her take extra care not to leave anything out of place or lying around, she witnessed her dad beating her mum one day for leaving some laundry on the stairs, he left her with a black eye and cracked rib that day. Katie witnessed her mother getting verbally abused and physically abused. She heard her mother also being raped some nights, when things got really bad. At the time, she was too young to understand and assumed her dad was just beating her mother again but as she got older she realised he was forcing sex on her without consent or a care in the world. He knew she would never leave him, he knew he had all the power; he knew he could get away with murder. The Police were never contacted. Nobody outside the house knew anything. They appeared to be a normal happy family to everybody, man went to work, woman looked after the house, young girl went about her business and on the face of it, everything looked just fine. Yet inside, it was the complete opposite.
It’s now 7:30 p.m., Katie is lying on top her bed daydreaming and is made to jump up by a loud thud of the front door being opened and shut in an aggressive manner, she hears her drunk Father shout, “Why the fuck is there rubbish lying on my front path?” He grabs his wife Margaret by the throat and pins her to the hallway wall and says, “How many fucking times do I need to tell you to keep my fucking house tidy, you useless fucking cunt!” He slaps Katie’s mum around the face a few tim
es and then throws her on to the floor and asks her, “Where is my fucking dinner then?” Katie’s mum tried to explain, fighting back tears, as she never knew when he would be home as he never calls to inform her. He goes into a frenzy and starts shouting and spitting into her face “GET MY FUCKING DINNER MADE NOW, YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!” He grabs her hair and manhandles her to her feet and slaps her a few more times even harder. She breaks down and begins to cry, saying sorry and begging for him to stop his assault, he lets go and she makes her way into the kitchen to organise the dinner ASAP. Katie has gradually over years bitten her thumbnails during her father’s outbursts; she has basically no nails left on her thumbs due to this. A nervous wreck at thirteen years old, her dad has never hit her like he does with her mother but she has a feeling one day soon he will probably attack her. She is powerless to stop this, if her mother can’t stand up to him nor leave him then what chance has she got?
Things in the house calmed down momentarily, her Father has had dinner now but is still drinking heavily, her mother has also been drinking to block out the pain of the beating she received earlier. She is still crying slightly sitting on the couch next to her husband. As he sips his can of lager, he tells his wife to “stop fucking crying like a baby,” she does not reply. Katie is still in her bedroom, alone, speaking to her friends from school on Facebook; she is making plans with her best friend and neighbour Lucy Smith to meet up on Saturday, which is the following day. They want to go to the park together and feed the swans who swim in the lake in the middle of the park. They often do this when the weather is nice. It’s the only social activity Katie can really do at this point of her life. Her parents are strict and very controlling about who she speaks to, the only reason she can be friends with Lucy is because her dad knows Lucy’s dad and she lives across the street. It’s quite ironic how they are so selective about who their daughter socialises with, considering how they behave at home themselves, however she is a thirteen-year-old girl and has to obey the rules of her parents for the time being.
Katie hears loud steps coming up the stairs, it’s around 9:30 p.m., her dad enters her bedroom, “How is my favourite daughter doing?” he says to Katie.
She can smell the stale booze and cigarette smoke from his clothing and mouth, as he sits down on her bed next to her and puts his arm around her, Katie flinches, she is terrified of her dad even when he is showing affection, he has a twisted and sadistic mind, sometimes he acts very nice then in a heartbeat can turn and become a monster.
He says to Katie, “God, you’re one beautiful young woman, I hope you don’t end up like your hag cunt of a mother, all she does is cause me problems, her cheating, her lies, her not being able to work. Promise me you won’t turn out like her, Katie.”
“I won’t, Dad, I promise,” she said nervously.
Her dad gets up and touches her cheek slightly before walking out the room, his touch from his cold hands sends shivers down her spine even though he meant it as a loving gesture, his character made it scary. Of course her mother never cheated on her father, he was just a very insecure, weak man deep down. He had trust issues, anger issues, was very aggressive when angry, he knew women recognise brute strength above all else and used this to his advantage to control her mother. They were scared to death of this man.
Katie pleaded with her mum to leave him several times in private, but her mother was weak, broken, had no money and nowhere to go. She was trapped with this man forever and they both knew it. The only way she would leave his presence was if he killed her in a frenzied attack. Until then, they were stuck with him. He even made her cut all contact with all her family and old friends; she had nobody to turn to in life. When he was not beating or raping her, he would verbally bring her down and belittle her all the time. He never told her he loved her. He never took them out anywhere nice for a romantic meal or even a few drinks at the local pub.
He was a black hole of a man and his family were dragged down with him. The company you keep is vital to your own mood and overall outcome in life. If you are raised by a miserable bully with nothing going for him, chances are you will become one yourself in the future. Most of the time this will be the case and very few (if any) can avoid this. When it comes to friends, you have an element of power in deciding who you interact with, but when it comes to family, sadly, you cannot be so picky.
Day to day for Katie was not great. She and her mother walked on egg shells everyday hoping to avoid her father losing his temper but the man was miserable, weak and felt inferior to others, so naturally he would create drama and bring others down to make himself feel bigger and more powerful. He felt inadequate, undervalued in life; this combined with his drinking and anger issues was a recipe for disaster. An insecure man is a lethal force if left unchecked or allowed to develop out of control too far. He needed help but, sadly, he was not prepared to seek it and simply took his frustrations in life out on his wife and child. His resentment of them was the driving force behind his sheer hatred. He was a sick, evil, broken man. Katie loved her father at this point but it was only by a thread. This would change in later life. She witnessed her father kill their pet dog one day. A small Jack Russell, the dog had chewed a cupboard door in the kitchen. He battered the poor animal to death with a hammer in front of Katie and her mother and warned them, if they told anybody about this he would kill them in the same fashion. The dog was swiftly disposed of under the cover of darkness on a cold November evening. The official story was it ran away and got hit by a car on the nearby motorway. Katie loved their little pet doggy more than her parents, they had it since it was a puppy but it was not very well trained due to her parents being drunk most of the time. She was only ten when this happened and sadly it was just another grim chapter in her childhood, she eventually just blocked out. Like a lot of other things, she learned quickly that this was just what life was going to be like in her household. It was not a great situation for the young girl to be trapped within. Katie often wondered what life was like for her friends and she would often wish for a better existence. Maybe one day her wish would be granted but at the current moment, it was not going to improve any time soon.
Chapter 2
Katie woke up on Saturday morning actually feeling pretty good for a change. She suffered bouts of depression due to her circumstances, perhaps it was because she was going to the park with her best friend to feed the swans, which lived in the in a small lake located in the middle of the local park. It had a little island in the middle of it, which the wildlife used to lay eggs in and use as shelter during the winter months. Katie and Lucy met outside on their street at around twelve o’clock. Lucy was thirteen like Katie, she was slightly taller, had dark brown hair, a pale complexion and nice, gentle green eyes. She was not as pretty as Katie but looked good nonetheless. They were quite close friends; they had always been seen with each other from a very young age.
It was a sunny but cool day with a gentle breeze in the fresh spring air, some clouds in the sky overhead but nothing to suggest any major rainfall was due.
Lucy said to Katie, “I think that Luke boy in our class fancies you Katie, he is always hanging around you acting dumb and trying to get your attention.”
Katie replies, “Yeah I know but I don’t really like him like that, he is cute though.”
The pair of them enter the main pathway into the park and it’s littered with empty blue plastic bags with beer cans and wine bottles lying around on the side of the pathway, some of the local trouble makers like to hang around there at the weekends drinking and fooling around with each other. Lucy has some bread for the swans. She always brings the bread as Katie’s kitchen is not very well stocked due to her parents’ issues. They have food but only the bare minimum, plus she would not dare want to upset her father. The girls approach the lake and see the swans floating around in a very relaxed manner, lots of parents with their young children were playing in the swing park just next to the lake, back in the old days during the summer, they used to h
ave peddled power boats which you could hire out for a few hours. You could choose between either two man boats or four man boats, but they no longer operated as the company which managed the boats went into liquidation and left the area.
“Is everything OK at home with you, Katie?” asks Lucy.
Katie pauses for a second; nobody has ever asked her that before, “Eh, yeah, Lucy. Sure, why?”
“Just checking,” she says. “You know we are like best friends, aren’t we Katie? You can tell me anything,” she gives Katie a brief cuddle as they break up bits of the thick white bread to feed the swans, who gleefully lap up the yeasty treat which the girls have provided for them. There are around seven swans in the lake, all getting a fair share of the bread. The girls dish out the final slice and decide to go and watch the boys playing football across the road in the local playing fields. They are walking along the busy pathway, there are a lot of people out walking their dogs, out on their bikes with their children enjoying the nice spring weather after a very prolonged and harsh winter. The girls are almost at the football pitches where the older boys play at the weekends and some evenings, they can hear them shouting at their teammates as they run around the pitch competing with each other for victory; there are people watching them from the sidelines, mostly dads watching their sons in action. Katie is thinking about her older brother who died at childbirth, her mum told her that his name would have been Andrew. She was thinking about how Dad missed out on watching him play football while he was growing up, she knew that must have hurt him a lot, no wonder he is so mean to Mum and me all the time, he is just heartbroken, it’s not his fault really. That’s what she used to think but recently Katie was starting to realise his actions were not actually justified, he was starting to act very weird around young Katie as she was getting older and developing into a young woman. Sometimes very strange to the point where it worried Katie quite a bit.
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