(A sequel to ‘Crushed’)
I need your help, to get me out of this place. It\u2019s all been a big, horrendous mistake. Could you please get up a petition or something? I\u2019d start one myself, but I\u2019m not allowed any sharp objects. They\u2019ve given me web access, and I can see the screen on the wall, but the keyboard is glued down. I\u2019ve not got access to any Caleb Khan or Wandering Thoughts sites, but I\u2019m sending this out to everyone I know, in the hope that someone will post it to where people can help me.
I told you about the therapy, and the letter from Caleb, but when I gave that \u2018True Confessions\u2019 interview, the restraining order hadn\u2019t started yet. I\u2019m no longer allowed to be in the same building as him, it seems. I don\u2019t understand why, we were getting along so well! And I know he loves me really, he\u2019s just in denial!
Anyway, you probably heard the story all wrong, I was completely innocent, and any one of you would have done the same thing in my position. I\u2019ll explain what happened.
It was a couple of weeks ago, when the Wandering Thoughts were doing the photo shoot for the special charity acoustic limited edition re-release of the Thought Again album \u2026 you know, the one with the bunnies on the cover? I couldn\u2019t actually go in the building, but I was hanging around outside \u2026 not breaking any orders, you understand? I wasn\u2019t going to actually SPEAK to Caleb, I just wanted a quiet word with Rob or Seth from the band, to see if he was coping OK without me. I worry about him, you see. It was the same day as the protest demo in London, so things were quite busy.
I was sitting on the outside steps, watching the world go by, when I heard Caleb storming downstairs. He was standing in the lobby, shouting up the stairs
‘If you lot think I\u2019ll have my photograph taken looking like THIS, you can think again. And tell that PR girl to give me my own clothes back. All of them! And next time Rob, I want the sexiest outfit!’
I moved into the shadows and stared, and stared. Caleb was looking divine, commanding, and utterly arresting in a 1970\u2019s police constable outfit. His buttons were very shiny indeed, and his helmet was gorgeous. But he looked quite cross. I could see his band mates Rob and Seth standing on a landing, leaning over the stairs, but couldn\u2019t figure out what they were wearing. Rob had been growing his hair again, and it was beautifully long. He had a lot of facial hair as well.
Caleb stormed outside, muttering something about \u2018fresh air\u2019. He didn\u2019t see me in the shadows, and he stepped into the street, breathing deeply and swearing to himself. He was so pre-occupied with his thoughts that he didn\u2019t see the group of protesters running towards him. One of them, a spotty fifteen year old boy, saw him though.
‘PIG’ the boy shouted, taking aim with an empty Newcastle Brown bottle and throwing it at Caleb. My poor darling fell to the floor like a sack of spuds, and I rushed to his side, once again protecting him from the fates that so want to take him away from me. The protesters were going to start kicking him, but one look at me, and they decided to run away instead. Under his helmet, Caleb had a very nasty bruise starting. As he started to regain consciousness, I helped him to his feet, and guided him to a quiet side street. OK, it\u2019s true, that\u2019s where I was parked, but my main intention was to get him out of the busy main road so that he could recover quietly. He looked very ill, yet still utterly gorgeous, his blue eyes clouded with pain and confusion.
‘Do I know you?’ he said, before he looked down at himself. ‘Why am I wearing this uniform?’
I was only trying to help. ‘What\u2019s the last thing you remember?’ I asked. ‘Er, A levels?’ he said, looking more distressed by the minute. ‘Please don\u2019t tell me I\u2019ve joined the Force?’
I was so upset by his confusion that I couldn\u2019t speak. Is it my fault that he took my silence as assent? He gave me a long look. ‘So, you saved me?’ he asked. ‘I owe you my thanks.’ He was still looking very ill, so I led him to my car, and helped him into the front seat. He still looked nervous, and very uncomfortable, and the sight of a group of teenagers crossing the street made him shudder. Let me make this very clear. HE asked ME to lock the doors. He was worried that the protesters would try to get into the car.
He was touching the fabric of his uniform, caressing his thighs, and checking out his reflection in the passenger side mirror. He was driving me wild, and he must have seen the look on my face, because he smiled at me, and asked me what I did for a living. I told him the truth, that I was an actress. He was quite impressed, let me tell you, and started to flirt with me. I SWEAR I was going to tell him that he wasn\u2019t really a PC, but events overtook us, and before I knew what was happening, we were in a sweaty clinch in the back seat. Now that proves it doesn\u2019t it? He\u2019s really very attracted to me, but in total denial about it. There\u2019s not much room for a tall chap in those things, and just as things were getting interesting, my poor darling banged his head AGAIN. Would you believe it?
Two bangs on the head in quick succession must have completely unhinged him, because he took one look at me and started to scream. He was struggling to get his uniform back on at the same time as he tried to force the locked doors open. That\u2019s how he got so bruised, I swear it. I wasn\u2019t restraining him in the slightest. Then he saw his friends, at the top of the street. His frantic signalling through the rear window got their attention, and they started to run towards the car. Rob was hampered a little by his long robes and the halo that had slipped down to almost cover his eyes, but he was the picture of a perfect little Messiah. Seth was wearing a tight leather outfit, with day-glo orange go-faster stripes starting at his thighs and going up his hips. They got to the car very quickly, just as I managed to disentangle myself from my panicking hero, and climb back to the front of the car to unlock the doors. Rob pulled the passenger side door open, and helped Caleb out. My poor darling was shaking terribly. Seth dragged me out, and pushed me against the car, using his body to pin me against it.
‘YOU again!’ he said. ‘What have you done to him?’ He sounded so protective, and I wanted to explain that I felt just as protective and caring about Caleb as he did, but I didn\u2019t get chance to tell him. The real police arrived within a minute, and took me away. They didn\u2019t believe my story, and have actually accused me of lying in wait for Caleb, knocking him on the head, and dragging him to my car to have my wicked way with him! It\u2019s ridiculous, and if Caleb could remember those precious minutes we had together, he\u2019d have me out of this place straight away. But memory loss is a funny thing, and he probably has no memory at all of the time he thought he was a PC, and I was his saviour.
So, all of you out there. I hope you believe me, and I\u2019m sure you\u2019ll agree that if you\u2019d been in my position, you\u2019d have done exactly as I did. So, get your signatures on that petition, and GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
Yours hopefully,
Amy Joyce
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(A sequel to ‘Crushed’) I need your help, to get me out of this place. It\u2019s all been a big, horrendous mistake. Could you please get up a petition or something? I\u2019d start one myself, but I\u2019m not allowed any … Continue reading