2006 - Wildcat Moon by Babs Horton

Author:Babs Horton
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2006-06-06T16:00:00+00:00

August 18th

Uncle did not call for the police because of the shame it would bring on the family. I wish that he had and that they believed me—maybe they would lock Chas up. Uncle beat me so badly. I have weals on my back and legs and could barely stand. G brought me some ointment and cook sneaked up some soup and cheese but I cannot eat a thing. I am going to see Beaky F to ask for his help. I cannot endure it here a moment longer.

Benj has already gone away so I won’t be able to say goodbye to my best friend in all the world. I shall write to him as soon as I get back to Italy. I shall miss G and Bo and I am sad that I will not be able to visit my faithful Pipi’s grave but one day I will come back with Papa and throw Chas and his frightful family out of this house. I will take care of G and Bo because they have been so good to me.

Soon I will leave here and I swear that they will not stop me. Bo came in to say goodnight. I am sure that he knows what I am planning.

Archie put the diary down and walked over to the window. He looked across at the distant chimneys of Killivray House and imagined Thomas inside there afraid and still sore from his beating. He imagined how frightened he must have been when he was planning to run away. Archie wouldn’t even know how to start out on a journey to Italy.

If he had managed to run away then things might have turned out differently. He might have come back and chucked Charles and his horrible family out of Killivray. He would have looked after Bo and G and let Mr Fanthorpe stay in Nanskelly. And the world would have been a different place.

He felt as if he would burst with anger on Thomas’behalf. Charles Greswode was a monster, a spoiled, lying, pig of a boy. It wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair, though, was it? Just like Benjamin used to say and he was right.

He looked across at Hogwash House and imagined a young Benjamin coming back from the visit to his folks and finding out that his best friend was gone, not run away but dead.

Why hadn’t Thomas just run off to Italy? Why did he go out to Nanskelly? And then in the boat out past Skilly Point? If he hadn’t then surely he would have lived?

There were only a few pages of the diary left to read now and he sat down near the window devouring the last words that Thomas Greswode had ever written before he was lost to the sea.

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