Little Prisoners: A Tragic Story of Siblings Trapped in a World of Abuse and Suffering by Casey Watson

Author:Casey Watson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Biography & Autobiography, Personal Memoirs, General
ISBN: 9780007436606
Publisher: Harper Element
Published: 2012-05-15T08:00:00+00:00

‘Hi,’ she said warmly, offering a hand for him to shake. He didn’t. ‘My name’s Lizzie and I’m a police lady and you must be Ashton. My word, you look very grown up for a 10-year-old!’ He stood and scowled at her. ‘And I’m here to chat to you,’ she continued, ‘about the things you told Casey about your granddad and your cousin.’ She smiled encouragingly at him. ‘Is that okay?’

Ashton remained mute and refused to sit down. I went and sat with Anna, in the corner.

‘So,’ Lizzie went on, ‘d’you think you could tell me what you said?’

Now in his line of sight, Ashton transferred his scowl to me.

‘C’mon, love,’ I said. ‘Why don’t you sit down by Lizzie?’ But he was having none of it. He folded his arms pointedly across his chest.

Lizzie tried another tack. ‘Ashton,’ she asked. ‘Tell me, d’you know what sex is?’

Ashton slowly shook his head, looking straight at her.

‘Okay,’ she went on, ‘tell me then, do you know what it means to touch someone where you shouldn’t?’ Once again, a slow, deliberate shake of the head.

‘Alright,’ she continued, ‘Ashton, can you tell me if anyone’s ever touched you on your privates?’ The response was exactly the same. This went on through a good half-dozen further questions, till it seemed clear to everyone that Ashton was determined not to talk.

And it looked like being a repeat performance from Olivia initially. Naturally wary of the strange woman, she immediately clammed up. But it wasn’t long before her natural chattiness returned, which made me wonder if her only reason for not doing so initially was because she’d been groomed to expect trouble if she spoke up.

But with very little prompting, she seemed to remember those days were gone now and that, in Casey’s world, talking about things was good. Very soon in fact, she began to look as if she was having great fun. Yes, she knew what sex was, yes, people had touched her privates, yes to every question the stunned policewoman answered, accompanied by much girlish giggling.

‘Do you want to tell me about it?’ Lizzie asked her in response to these affirmations.

She nodded. ‘Shall I come sit on your knee, like it’s Santa?’

‘Well, you could certainly come and sit next to me, if you’d like to. That way I can better see your pretty face.’

‘You really a copper?’ Olivia asked, once she’d settled herself beside her. ‘You don’t got no numiform on.’

‘Ah,’ Lizzie said. ‘I see you’re clever as well as pretty. So,’ she said, ‘can you explain what you mean when you say touching? And who was it touched your privates, Olivia?’

‘Daddy did once,’ she exclaimed proudly. ‘He hurt my tuppence – you know, my pee pee? But he never meaned to. He said sowwy. He said sowwy, it was an accident. Cuz I was his bestest girl,’ she finished brightly.

‘How exactly did he hurt you, lovey?’ asked Lizzie. ‘In what way?’

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