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kept my head down in the grave hope I went unnoticed by everyone. I guess this was my reality, I had to get used to a whole new set of rules known nowhere other than the care system. I was now just a number to be counted every morning and counted in every evening - this was similar to assembly to ensure all children were present and correct and no one was missing.
Breeton House was not so bad as far as children’s homes were concerned. This place could have been a lot worse, it was just one or to of its occupants that made life for me quite difficult at times. But the longer I was there the more confident I became and the more friends and allies I made. I started to learn how to stand up for myself, Glenda got bored of me and soon moved on to her next poor victim. I was to find out later that most of the other younger girls had been through the same ordeal with her and the staff just turned a blind eye.
I was now sharing a dormitory with four other girls with whom I had become friends, we were always running around Breeton House playing hide and seek. Then, one day I passed Glenda on the stairs, she started calling me horrible names, so I shouted back, “Fatty!” and then ran for my life. She chased me all around the house until she caught up with me on the winding stone staircase. She wasted no time in grabbing me by the hair and smashing my head down into the corner of the step which had metal clips on each corner. I passed out immediately and Glenda ran off scared at what she had done.
The next thing I remember is being lifted into an ambulance. I was in hospital for two days, with five stitches to the top of my right eye in my brow line. My face was swollen and turning black and blue from the severe bruising and I was unable to open my eye for a week. The doctors said if the cut was just a little deeper I would have been blinded in that eye. My mother was informed and she came to visit me while I was in hospital and the Social Services had agreed to let me go on a home visit for a couple of days to see my siblings as I had missed them so much.
I thought to myself that it was almost worth having lost an eye just to see them again. During my home visit my mother was quite pleasant. She was sympathetic and said that I would be allowed home soon, all being well. When Jake and I were alone he started crying, holding on to me as if his life depended on it, “Amelia it’s been so hard while you have been away, she takes her bad moods out on me all the time, even Jenny and Susie are getting it now.”
I tried to reassure Jake that I would take care of him once I was back home. I could not bear to see him like this; at least if I was home mother was not so hard on him. I hated the thought of going back to Breeton House and leaving him. I hugged him tightly and told him to keep out of her way as much as possible, and do whatever she asks of him. I promised Jake that on my return we would go to the old ruin again for the whole day.
I told my mother how much I missed being at home and how much I missed her too, which was a lie. I just wanted to be close to Jake so I could take care of him.
On my return to Breeton House I was determined more than ever to have my case reviewed regards going home. I needed to be there for my siblings - they needed me more than ever now. I went to see the head of the house, Gary; he was more than happy to give me some private time to hear me out. I asked him when could I go home as my mother wants me back, she’s changed, she’s happier now. Gary advised me that sending me home was something they were considering and they will come back to me once they have spoken to my Social Worker.
Gary also advised me that the police and my Social Worker wanted to talk to me about my accident, that this was normal practice for their records. I was interrogated by the staff and police as to whom had done this to me - I just said I had fallen down the stairs as the thought of more problems at my door
Breeton House was not so bad as far as children’s homes were concerned. This place could have been a lot worse, it was just one or to of its occupants that made life for me quite difficult at times. But the longer I was there the more confident I became and the more friends and allies I made. I started to learn how to stand up for myself, Glenda got bored of me and soon moved on to her next poor victim. I was to find out later that most of the other younger girls had been through the same ordeal with her and the staff just turned a blind eye.
I was now sharing a dormitory with four other girls with whom I had become friends, we were always running around Breeton House playing hide and seek. Then, one day I passed Glenda on the stairs, she started calling me horrible names, so I shouted back, “Fatty!” and then ran for my life. She chased me all around the house until she caught up with me on the winding stone staircase. She wasted no time in grabbing me by the hair and smashing my head down into the corner of the step which had metal clips on each corner. I passed out immediately and Glenda ran off scared at what she had done.
The next thing I remember is being lifted into an ambulance. I was in hospital for two days, with five stitches to the top of my right eye in my brow line. My face was swollen and turning black and blue from the severe bruising and I was unable to open my eye for a week. The doctors said if the cut was just a little deeper I would have been blinded in that eye. My mother was informed and she came to visit me while I was in hospital and the Social Services had agreed to let me go on a home visit for a couple of days to see my siblings as I had missed them so much.
I thought to myself that it was almost worth having lost an eye just to see them again. During my home visit my mother was quite pleasant. She was sympathetic and said that I would be allowed home soon, all being well. When Jake and I were alone he started crying, holding on to me as if his life depended on it, “Amelia it’s been so hard while you have been away, she takes her bad moods out on me all the time, even Jenny and Susie are getting it now.”
I tried to reassure Jake that I would take care of him once I was back home. I could not bear to see him like this; at least if I was home mother was not so hard on him. I hated the thought of going back to Breeton House and leaving him. I hugged him tightly and told him to keep out of her way as much as possible, and do whatever she asks of him. I promised Jake that on my return we would go to the old ruin again for the whole day.
I told my mother how much I missed being at home and how much I missed her too, which was a lie. I just wanted to be close to Jake so I could take care of him.
On my return to Breeton House I was determined more than ever to have my case reviewed regards going home. I needed to be there for my siblings - they needed me more than ever now. I went to see the head of the house, Gary; he was more than happy to give me some private time to hear me out. I asked him when could I go home as my mother wants me back, she’s changed, she’s happier now. Gary advised me that sending me home was something they were considering and they will come back to me once they have spoken to my Social Worker.
Gary also advised me that the police and my Social Worker wanted to talk to me about my accident, that this was normal practice for their records. I was interrogated by the staff and police as to whom had done this to me - I just said I had fallen down the stairs as the thought of more problems at my door
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