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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Chapter One: The Child from Hell

  Chapter Two: Awaiting Aimee

  Chapter Three: A Challenge

  Chapter Four: ‘I Want Biscuits’

  Chapter Five: Severe Neglect

  Chapter Six: ‘I’ll Tell Me Mum!’

  Chapter Seven: Should Have Done More

  Chapter Eight: Meeting Susan

  Chapter Nine: ‘He’s Horrible’

  Chapter Ten: Poor Role Models

  Chapter Eleven: The Phone Call

  Chapter Twelve: Craig

  Chapter Thirteen: More Trouble

  Chapter Fourteen: Keep Asking

  Chapter Fifteen: Quiet and Withdrawn

  Chapter Sixteen: Serious Allegation

  Chapter Seventeen: Problem Family

  Chapter Eighteen: Flashback

  Chapter Nineteen: Hatchet

  Chapter Twenty: ‘Father Christmas Didn’t Come to My House’

  Chapter Twenty-One: Going for Gold

  Chapter Twenty-Two: Perfect Christmas

  Chapter Twenty-Three: A New Year

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Jason

  Chapter Twenty-Five: A Winner Now

  Chapter Twenty-Six: Progress

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Chance Meeting

  Chapter Twenty-Eight: Peter Rabbit

  Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Visit

  Chapter Thirty: An Incredible Family

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  Also by Cathy Glass

  Cathy Glass

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  Chapter One

  The Child from Hell

  Aimee is aggressive. She kicks, bites, screams in her mother’s face, and pulls out her mother’s hair. Her mother states she is afraid of Aimee and has to lock herself in the bathroom or run to neighbours for protection when Aimee attacks her. Her mother states that Aimee killed the kittens their cat had by strangling them.

  ‘What!’ I gasped, glancing up from reading the referral.

  Jill nodded sombrely. ‘Read on. It doesn’t get any better.’ Jill was my support social worker (also known as a link worker) from Homefinders, the agency I fostered for. We were in my sitting room and Jill was watching me carefully as I read the details of the eight-year-old girl the social services were bringing into care and looking for a foster home for.

  I continued to read:

  Aimee’s parents live apart and Aimee lives mainly with her mother. The flat is always dirty and freezing cold, and there is never any food in the cupboards. Aimee and her mother sleep on a stained mattress on the floor in the living room, as the one bedroom is too damp to use. Aimee is often unkempt, grubby, and has head lice. She refuses to go to school. Her mother is unable to cope with Aimee and often leaves her with other adults, many of them men and registered drug users. Susan (Aimee’s mother) is unable to set boundaries or routines for Aimee and states that Aimee becomes violent if she is not allowed to do what she wants. A family support worker was put in to try and help, but Susan was unable to stand up to her daughter. Aimee’s mother and father have been intravenous drug users. It is likely they still use. Both parents have served prison sentences for drug dealing.

  I turned the page and under the heading ‘Family members and other related persons’ I read that Aimee had five older half-brothers and -sisters, all of whom had different fathers and all of whom had been taken into care as young children. The eldest of the siblings was now twenty-seven and the family had been known to the social services since he was born – twenty-seven years ago!

  ‘So why didn’t the social services bring Aimee into care sooner?’ I asked, looking up at Jill. ‘With the mother’s history of drug abuse and being unable to care for her children, why leave Aimee at home for eight years?’

  ‘It looks as if Aimee fell through the net,’ Jill said. ‘She was on the child protection register at birth.’

  ‘At birth! All that time – eight years – and no one intervened?’

  ‘I know,’ Jill sighed.

  I leant back in my chair and stared at the referral in my hand. In the twenty-five years I’d been fostering I’d looked after children before who’d ‘fallen through the net’, which meant they had been overlooked or simply forgotten by the social services and society generally. How many more children were going to be left unprotected before sweeping changes were made to our social services system? A child is placed on the child protection (CP) register, also known as the ‘at risk’ register, when there are serious concerns for his or her safety. Such a measure is supposed to be a short-term one to allow help to be put into the family, resulting in either the child being removed from the register when the concerns have gone or, if no improvements are made, the child being brought into care. Clearly in Aimee’s case neither had happened; and while what I’d read about Aimee’s background was bad, it wasn’t enough to explain the disturbed and aggressive behaviour Aimee was exhibiting.

  Jill seemed to think so too. ‘The social services are applying for a care order based on severe neglect,’ she said, ‘but there’s a good chance Aimee has been abused as well. She’s very angry.’ I nodded. ‘A new social worker took over the case two months ago and couldn’t understand why Aimee hadn’t been brought into care sooner. Questions are now being asked in the department.’

  ‘I should think so!’ I said. ‘I dread to think what has gone on at home to make Aimee behave as she does.’

  Jill nodded. ‘The case is in court on Thursday, and in view of Aimee’s reported cruelty to children and animals the social worker is looking for a foster family with no young children and preferably no pets.’

  ‘And I fit the bill,’ I said with a knowing smile.’ For my children – Adrian, Lucy and Paula – were twenty-one, nineteen and seventeen respectively, and our cat, Toscha, had died from old age a few years previously.

  ‘Obviously it has to be your decision as to whether you offer to take Aimee,’ Jill said. ‘She’s a very damaged child.’

  ‘Very,’ I said, and we both fell silent. Jill looked at me as I sat deep in thought. I knew I had to make a decision now. It was Tuesday and Jill had said the case was in court on Thursday, when the social services would have to show the judge that they had a suitable foster carer ready to take Aimee if the judge granted a care order. At present Aimee was still living at home.

  ‘The mother’s flat is on the other side of town,’ Jill offered, after a moment. ‘So you are unlikely to bump into her. I understand Susan can be aggressive and has threatened the foster carers of the older siblings – so much so that all the children have been moved to foster homes out of the county.’

  ‘I’m not so much worried about bumping into Aimee’s mother,’ I said. ‘It’s happened before with other children I’ve fostered. But I am concerned about the impact looking after Aimee will have on Paula. As you know, Adrian is away at university, and Lucy has finished studying and is often out with her friends after work in the evening. But Paula is at home and has her A-level exams in six months’ time.’

  ‘I am sure you will be able to settle Aimee quickly,’ Jill said with far more confidence than I felt.

  ‘I have big reservations. I have a nasty feeling something dreadful has happened to Aimee to make her behave so cruelly.’

  ‘Agreed,’ Jill said. ‘Do you know who Aimee reminded me of when I first read the referral?’

  ‘No. Who?’

  ‘Jodie.’

  I held Jill’s gaze and my heart sank. Jodie (the girl whose story I told in Damaged) was the most disturbed child I’d ever looked after. I’d fostered her for a year, three years previously, before a psychiatrist recom
mended that she should live in a therapeutic residential home. Jodie’s highly disturbed behaviour was the result of years of abuse, including being passed around a paedophile ring. Jodie had been eight when she’d arrived – the same age as Aimee.

  ‘What makes you say that?’ I asked after a moment, as a cold shiver ran down my back. ‘There’s no suggestion in the referral that Aimee has suffered the level of abuse Jodie did, and there’s no mention of sexual abuse.’

  ‘No, but I think there’s a lot the social services don’t know in this case, and Aimee’s violent behaviour is very similar to Jodie’s. There’s a reason why she’s behaving as she is.’

  I had to agree. My thoughts returned to Jodie. Her behaviour had been so violent that in the four months she’d been in care before coming to me, she’d had five foster carers, all of whom had been unable to cope with her aggressive behaviour, and my family and I had struggled to cope as well.

  ‘At least Aimee won’t have been moved around,’ I said, thinking out loud. ‘She’ll be coming from home straight to me.’

  ‘So you’ll take her?’ Jill asked eagerly.

  I nodded. ‘I just hope my children are as understanding with Aimee as they were with Jodie.

  ‘I’m sure they will be,’ Jill said.

  Chapter Two

  Awaiting Aimee

  ‘You’ve done what!’ Paula cried, staring at me in disbelief. ‘You’ve never agreed to take her? I don’t believe it! You haven’t thought about me at all! What about my feelings? I won’t be able to have any of my friends round and I won’t be able to study. How could you, Mum? There’s nothing else for it, you’re forcing me to move out.’ Paula turned and flounced out of the room and upstairs.

  Well done, Cathy, I thought. You handled that well. Full marks for tact and diplomacy. ‘Paula!’ I called after her, but she’d disappeared into her bedroom and had shut the door. I knew better than to follow her; to try to talk to her now would do more harm than good. She needed some cooling-off time – as I did, too.

  I was in the sitting room and I went over to the patio windows and looked out. It was the beginning of November and the garden was bare. The trees had lost their leaves and the sky was grey and overcast. Another English winter had begun and this year I would be spending it with a highly disturbed child, I acknowledged despondently. Perhaps Paula was right and I had made the wrong decision. For while I thought Paula had over-reacted – understandably, as she was seventeen and anxious about her forthcoming exams – I knew fostering Aimee would have a huge impact on us all. Supposing she didn’t settle as quickly as Jill had hoped; supposing the damage done to her was so great that I couldn’t help her. What then? Would Aimee follow the same downward spiral into mental illness as Jodie had, resulting in her going to live in a residential therapeutic unit? I didn’t think I could face all that again. It had been a nightmare for us all – to watch Jodie’s decline and not be able to do anything to help her.

  Then, as if to darken my thoughts further, the phone rang and when I answered it was Aimee’s social worker, Kristen, with more horrors to share.

  ‘I thought I’d introduce myself,’ she began brightly, clearly relieved that she’d found a foster carer daft enough to take Aimee. ‘I’ll give you some more background information and also explain the arrangements for bringing Aimee to you on Thursday if we are granted the court order.’

  ‘If?’ I repeated. ‘Surely with Aimee’s history there’s no doubt you’ll be given the care order.’

  ‘We were in court two weeks ago but the case was adjourned,’ Kristen said. ‘Susan, Aimee’s mother, has a good barrister, but fingers crossed we’ll be granted the order this time.’

  I sighed but didn’t say anything. Adjourning a case in care proceedings is not uncommon, and essentially means that the child stays at home to suffer more neglect and abuse, for longer.

  ‘Aimee’s parents won’t be told your contact details,’ Kristen continued. ‘Susan is opposed to her daughter coming into care and is angry. She’s also been working on Aimee and poisoning her mind against the move, and now Aimee is determined she won’t be taken away from her mother. Removing Aimee on Thursday is going to be fraught and I’ve notified the police. Aimee is likely to arrive at your place very upset and angry. She’ll need a bath – she’s filthy – and she has a bad infestation of head lice, which will need treating straightaway. She wouldn’t let her mother treat her hair and kicked her if she tried to comb it. But you’re a very experienced foster carer, so I’m sure you’ll find a way round this.’ Kristen stopped, expecting confirmation.

  ‘I expect I will,’ I said. ‘But why is Aimee so angry with her mother and behaving so badly? There’s always a reason why children behave as they do.’

  ‘I agree,’ Kristen said. ‘There’s a lot we don’t know in this case. I only took it over two months ago and I couldn’t understand why Aimee had been left at home for so long.’ Hearing a social worker admit that a case should have been handled differently – better – wasn’t unique; neither was shifting culpability. But Kristen wasn’t wholly to blame for Aimee not being brought into care sooner, as she’d only taken over the case recently. Doubtless, prior to her there had been many other social workers, all of whom had done their best and then, for any number of reasons, moved on. Frequent changes of social worker is not unusual but can be one of many reasons why children fall through the safety net of care.

  ‘Aimee has been spending time at both her parents’ flats,’ Kristen continued. ‘We believe that both flats have been used for drug dealing. The last time the police raided her mother’s flat they found used syringes close to where Aimee was sleeping on a mattress on the floor, but no drugs. Both flats are dirty and poorly furnished. When Susan can’t cope with Aimee she leaves her with anyone who will have her. Aimee can’t wash or dress herself, she wets the bed, and will only eat biscuits – she demands them. She can’t read or write – unsurprisingly, as she hardly ever goes to school. And a word of warning.’

  ‘Yes?’ I asked, wondering what else there could possibly be.

  ‘Aimee’s mother makes allegations against foster carers and she’s good at it, so practise your safer caring.’

  ‘I will,’ I said, as I realized this was going to be something else I’d have to contend with on top of looking after Aimee and trying to change her appalling behaviour.

  ‘Now, on Thursday,’ Kristen continued, ‘assuming we are granted the care order, we’ll take Aimee from school and bring her straight to you. She’ll just have the clothes she’s wearing. I’ll try to get her things another day when her mother is less angry, but don’t count on it. Her clothes are in shreds anyway. I assume you’ll have some emergency clothes to put her in?’

  ‘I should think so,’ I said. ‘What size is she?’

  ‘I don’t know. I don’t have kids.’

  ‘Is she of average build and height for an eight-year-old?’

  ‘I guess so, although she’s a bit overweight.’

  ‘OK. I’ll find something for her to wear, and then I’ll take her shopping on Friday for new clothes.’

  ‘We want her in school on Friday,’ Kristen said, ‘to keep some continuity going. Aimee hasn’t been at school much but she says she likes her teacher. It will be reassuring for Aimee to see her on Friday after all the trauma of Thursday.’

  ‘Which school does she attend?’

  ‘Hayward Primary School. It’s on the opposite side of the town to you. Do you know it?’

  ‘No, but I’ll find it.’

  ‘Well, I think that’s all for now,’ Kristen said. ‘I’m sure your support worker told you that you will need to set firm boundaries and a routine for Aimee. She’s had neither.’

  ‘I understand.’

  ‘Roll on next Thursday,’ Kristen sighed, as we wound up the conversation. ‘I’ll be pleased to get rid of this case. The mother is impossible to work with.’

  ‘You’re leaving, then?’ I asked, surprised.

  ‘N
o, but once Aimee is in care, the case will go from the children in need team to the children in care team.’ Which, although I knew to be current practice, would mean another change of social worker. It used to be that the social worker who had worked with the family stayed as the child’s social worker after the child was brought into care, but that changed some years ago with restructuring, resulting in further discontinuity.

  With my thoughts even darker now after hearing more about Aimee’s neglect and her parents’ drug-fuelled background, Kristen and I said goodbye and I replaced the handset. I went upstairs. Paula should have had enough time to cool off now, and I tentatively knocked on her bedroom door. There was no reply, so I knocked again, and then slowly opened the door.

  ‘Can I come in?’ I asked, poking my head round the door. Paula was sitting on her bed, facing away from me and towards the window.

  ‘Don’t mind,’ she said with a small shrug, which I knew meant yes.

  I continued into her room and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She was looking down at her lap and fiddling with her hands, looking very glum.

  ‘I love you,’ I said, which I find is always a good icebreaker and can’t be said too often.

  ‘Love you too,’ she said quietly but without looking at me.

  Now I knew she was receptive and willing to hear what I had to say, I was ready with my explanation as to why I’d agreed to look after Aimee. I would also reassure Paula that I’d do all I could to minimize the disruption that Aimee staying with us would cause. I took a breath, ready to speak, but before I had a chance Paula said quietly: ‘It’s OK, Mum. I understand about Aimee coming.’

  ‘Do you? I’m not sure I do,’ I said with a small nervous laugh. ‘I think I’m too impulsive sometimes and I make decisions before I’ve properly thought them through.’

  ‘Only when it comes to fostering,’ Paula said. ‘You let your heart rule your head. The rest of the time you’re quite sane.’

  I gave another small laugh and Paula managed to raise a smile too. ‘Look, love,’ I said, taking her hand in mine. ‘I know you have an important six months coming up with your A-level exams and I promise you I’ll keep things as calm as I can here. Also I want you to feel comfortable bringing your friends home, and I’ll make sure Aimee doesn’t interfere. You work hard and need to relax sometimes. I’ll keep Aimee amused.’ It sounded as though I was ostracizing Aimee, but we’d looked after children before with complex needs and I knew, as Paula did, just how demanding such children can be.