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Title: Broadchurch: Sins Of The Father

Date of commencement: September 22 2013

Date of completion: December 24 2014

Series: Broadchurch, a sequel to the original, and following on from Life Without Joe

Rating: M

Authors: tkel_paris and tardis_mole

Summary: Two years after Danny's death, life is slowly getting back to normal in Broadchurch. But Hardy's happy life is about to be turned upside down by a spectre from the past he had hoped had been laid to rest. Someone from his past wants to talk to him, someone wants revenge, someone wants to see him ruined. But it's not one 'someone'. But first, he must face the girl in his garden.

Disclaimer: We own nothing, but this is based on Broadchurch by Chris Chibnal, with added clues from the novel by Erin Kelly. We gain nor financial benefit nor gratuities, only the enjoyment from writing and working together on this epic journey, shared for the enjoyment of others.

Dedication: Chris Chibnal, long time friend. bas_math_girl, for her beta. And each other for hopefully not ruining each other's lives for too long during the writing part.

Warning: If you have not watched Broadchurch in its entirety, do not read this. We mean it. You will be spoiled. Stop and go back. Now. Ideally you have seen the entire show, not just what was aired on BBC America if you live on that side of the pond, but this is understandable in either case. Also, if you have not read tardis_mole's Life Without Joe, that's okay. It's possible to read this without reading that, if you're not on Moley's approved list. You'll probably find this makes a little more sense if you have read it, but you should be fine without it. Take the time to read Erin Kelly’s novelization, if you can, as it provided certain details that helped with writing this. Though you won’t need to rely on it.

Authors' Notes: See Episode One, Part One. They're a bit long to include in each post.

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Previously...

Episode Seven, Part Eight: Thrown To The Lions

Daisy sat opposite the Superintendent and the Chief Superintendent and felt very small. She kept eyeing the doors, expecting her dad to come in and rescue her. But she knew why he was not here. He could not be here. The rules meant he had to be on the outside, because he was too close to the witness, or in this case the victim. Or maybe they thought he was a suspect?

She found that sick. And stupid. “I want my dad to sit with me. He wasn’t there when any of this happened.” She’d told them that. Still, rules were rules. And the quicker she got through this, the quicker it would be over. She hoped it would put Bruce Stratton behind bars and she could ensure her little brother was safe. She hoped even more that she and Ben could go and live with their dad. She did not know what was happening yet, but the social workers hadn’t been very nice and had not given her much hope either. Except for the key worker who helped at the hospital with the adoption.

Daisy wondered where her mum was, and then decided she had to be locked up in a cell as well. She still could not believe what her mum had done. And she would have been arguing her own denials had Ben not been there when she and Bruce had been arrested. She would have been arguing her mum’s innocence had she not seen her go out that night and come back on edge and yet looking smug.

Now it had made sense why her mum had picked Broadchurch for a holiday. Because her dad was here, and she had known all along. Her mum had planned this for weeks. Every detail, every action, pouring over a map of the town. Revenge on her dad. Not that he had ever done anything to her mum. In fact the opposite. Her mum had left him to take the blame for ruining a murder case, when it had been her mum’s doing. Meeting up for sex in a hotel with another man. Another policeman.

Daisy swallowed hard. She had lost all respect for her mum. She hated her. She realised that it could have been her Tess had bumped off. It would have hurt her dad so much more if she had. And she would not call her mum anymore. It felt wrong. She wanted to call Ellie Mum from now on, but that would be decided at visits and case conferences and courts, by strangers.

Right now, she did not have a mum. She did not even have a dad, either. She had a brother, and only because she had kicked up such a row that they had relented and let her stay with Ben. Normally she would have been thrown out, sent to a girl’s hostel and forgotten. While her brother slowly died.

And here she was, in front of her dad’s boss. She felt twelve years old again, being questioned about her friend, Pippa. Like she had had something to with it. Pippa’s name had not been said that much, but she had guessed that her friend had died. She had not turned up that day when they had planned to go to town. And she had never replied to her letters. Daisy had once gone around to Pippa’s house to talk to her, only to have Mrs. Gilespie slam the door in her face. She had never done that to her before. It was like she blamed her for Pippa’s death.

Mrs. Gilespie had moved house after that and a new family had moved in, but the feelings had remained. No one had even asked Daisy how she felt. Not even her own mum. And that Bruce bloke – she hated him. Even now that she had worked out when Ben had been injured and Bruce hadn’t been the one to do it, she still hated him.

Daisy took a deep breath. It was time to talk. The policewoman was stern and uncompromising. She never smiled. Her eyes looked like brick walls; hard and unfeeling. “Where shall I start?”

“From the beginning,” she said.

“The beginning of what? When we got to Broadchurch?”

“Not yet. We’ll come to that later. I’d like to hear about you and Pippa Gilespie.”

So Daisy told her everything. About playgroup and primary school and her other friends. The four of them. Now just two. She talked about Pippa’s death, what she had known about it. She talked about what the newspapers had been saying about her dad. She talked about her mum and her new baby brother and her dad leaving.

“My mum said my dad had been having an affair with someone called Angela Nesbit. I’d met her a few times. She was a policewoman with the same uniform you have.”

“Chief Superintendent Angela Nesbit of Sandbrook police station?”

“Yes,” Daisy confirmed. “I didn’t believe her, but mum told me not to talk about it. She said it was just going to her, me and my little brother after that. But she broke that promise, coz Bruce Stratton moved in a couple of days later. Then everything changed. He changed the rules, he ordered me about. And he picked on my baby brother all the time. Told mum when to feed him and when to change him. He was a bully.”

“Did he ever hit your brother?”

“I never saw him hit Ben,” she replied. “But I’d see bruises on him. When Ben was two he used to say ‘clumsy’, all the time. Bruce said he was stupid because he’d fall over all the time. He learned to walk late. I’d have a go at him and he’d slap me and tell me to go to my room and mind my own business. I told him he can’t boss me about, he’s not my dad. My mum would tell me off for being disrespectful to the man of the house. I didn’t want him as the man of the house. No one had even asked me. I called my dad and he came over. It was my thirteenth birthday. Bruce answered the door and told him to f-off and said he had no right to be there. He said that my dad’s kids were now his kids and he should just suck it up and get lost. I’ve never seen my dad so angry. Anyway, my mum told him to get out of the way and let my dad speak to me. But she didn’t let him in the house. We had to talk on the doorstep. He gave her a locket for my birthday. A magnetic one in two halves. Parted but never forgotten. He said we could keep a picture in each half and they would be like us. He’d had a friend make it for him.”

“Who made it?”

“Samson, the Gold Smith on Penton Row, just off the High Street in Sandbrook. He and my dad went to school together.”

It was written down and recorded and the policewoman asked her to continue.

“I wore the locket all the time, but not for school. I was afraid it would get stolen, so I kept it in a draw in my bedroom. And then I got home from school one day and found out someone had been through all my stuff. My room was a mess. My mum got home from work and saw my room and she was livid. She had a go at me. I told her I hadn’t done it. Someone else had. She told me to stop being such a liar and to clean up the mess. That’s when I found the picture of my dad. Someone had taken it out of the locket and torn it up. It was the only one I had. I went to my mum and cried as I told her. She just snatched it off me and threw it in the bin. She told me that my dad had given me that to buy my silence. I didn’t know what she meant. Then she took my phone off me, said I wasn’t to call my dad any more because he was a bad influence on me.”

“Who old were you at this point?”

“It was just after my thirteenth birthday,” Daisy explained.

“When you were diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease?”

“No. I was told I had that when I was six. I used to have medicine for it, but my mum stopped going to the doctor’s for the prescription. She said it was too far out of her way to go and get it. And I got arthritis with it as well, but Bruce just said it was me being a hypochrondriac. Mum got me normal pain killers, but they didn’t help and they didn’t help with the arthritis.”

“Did you go to the doctor’s by yourself?”

“I wasn’t allowed. The receptionist told me I had to go with a parent, unless it was for contraceptives,” Daisy replied.

“Tell me about your boyfriend,” the Chief Super said. “Where did you meet?”

“He was a friend of Bruce’s. He’d come round sometimes and get blind drunk. He’d keep us, me and Ben, awake all night, celebrating the football or sometimes no reason at all. I liked him, even though he was a bit of a lout.”

“What do you mean by ‘lout’?”

Daisy shrugged. “He was daring. He’d break into cars sometimes and take stuff. And he’d never get caught. He could break into a house without leaving any sign of a break-in. I thought it was clever at first. He had a gang, everyone was in it. He told me I was beautiful, but could be better. He said if I stole something I’d be in the gang. I’d be cool and people would like me. I knew it was wrong and I told him I didn’t want to do it. He said if I didn’t, Bruce would kill Ben. And Ben would always be getting more and more bruises the longer I took to do it. So I did it. I went to Stationary Box and nicked a load of stuff. I was caught the second time, but they couldn’t find anything on me and had to let me go. I nicked some food from Greggs as well. By the time they caught up with me I’d already thrown the wrappers away and the CCTV camera was broken, so they had no proof.”

“What’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“Godfrey Ghosh,” Daisy replied.

“Describe him for me.”

Daisy shrugged. “Asian, I think. He doesn’t talk about it much. I thought he was seventeen, but I found out later he was a lot older than that. I think he’s actually twenty-six. He has a big family and lots of friends. I wanted to be like him, always smiling and joking about. Sometimes when he was taking me out on a date, he’d introduce me to his mates and cousins. And they’d say I was really pretty and they liked my long hair. I felt a bit intimidated, actually, because they kept looking at me like I was an animal at a market or something, saying I had a nice figure and nice boobs. Godfrey would chid them a bit to leave me alone. Said I wasn’t old enough for that kind of talk. He protected me. I felt like I was important and liked. And he had loads of female friends as well. He was really popular. All the things I wasn’t. I told him, too. He said I was young and it would all come to me as I grew up. He said he could teach me, show me how to be grown up. We had sex while my mum and Bruce were out.”

“How old were you at this time?”

“Fourteen, that first time,” she admitted awkwardly. “I told him we shouldn’t coz he might get into trouble. I wasn’t sixteen. He said as long as I wanted to and he didn’t hurt me it was ok.”

“And you had sex often?”

“Yes,” she admitted without hesitation. “He said as long as I remained faithful to him and the gang he would help me keep Ben safe. I asked him if he was two-timing me. And he got angry then, said it was none of my business to ask him that. He said where he comes from men always have more than one woman, and it’s not cheating if they know about it. He said he’s had other girlfriends, but he didn’t say who or how many. I later found out he had been seeing some of my friends.”

“Tell us about that?”

“I was invited to a party. It was my sixteenth birthday and Godfrey has set it all up at his mate’s house. But when I got there I recognised the house and refused to go in.”

“Why was that?”

“Because it was Bruce’s old house. When he moved in with us he’d rented it out to a friend. The place was always full of people and it stank of weed. I told Godfrey I didn’t want to go in there. He got really angry and told me if I didn’t go in the party would be ruined. He said he’d put a lot of effort into it. I felt really bad, but I told him I needed to go home and take my medicine. He took me home and had sex with me. I didn’t want sex. I kept telling him no. I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. He said I was just nervous about getting caught coz my mum was downstairs. I told him I’d go to the police and tell them he raped me coz I didn’t give him consent. He told me I was stupid, coz we were boyfriend and girlfriend and we had had sex loads of times so they would think I was just being stupid and dragging out an argument. He said the police would just laugh at me, coz people in a relationship meant there was implied consent.” She was silent for a moment. “I think that’s when I fell pregnant.”

“You knew you were pregnant?”

“Yes. But I hid it. I was afraid someone would notice. Crohn’s makes my belly swell so I just went with that. I was sort of relieved when my mum said we were going on holiday. I knew the baby was about due. So I thought if I could have the baby while on holiday, and then go home, no one would know it was mine.”

“Tell me what happened the night you had the baby.”

“I was at the hospital with my mum and Ben and I started getting pains. I’d had them on and off for days, but they were suddenly really strong. I told mum I was having period pain and I told her I was going back to the hotel for my tablets and a lie down. I left the hospital and went down the road, but the pain was getting worse. So I left the main road and went up this hill. It was really dark and there was only one street light. There was an old bus stop there. I couldn’t walk any further. So I just squatted down and pushed it out. It was really odd, coz I’d heard people they screamed blue murder when they had babies, but I didn’t. I felt really proud of myself for not screaming, and then it hit me. I had the baby in my hands. I couldn’t take it back to hotel. I thought someone might think I’d taken it. So I wrapped it up. I had this play blanket from the Children’s ward - me and Ben had been playing doctors and nurses earlier. I left it on the nearest doorstep. And then I saw police lights and I hid. I went through the hedge at the back of the bungalow and through the woods. I crossed the old railway line and into the hospital car park. I felt really faint and light-headed. I went back to the hotel after that.”

“Were you aware that the cord had snapped or that the placenta was still inside you?”

“No. I never thought about it. Not until I woke up from the operation and the doctor told me what they’d done.” Daisy looked at the hands in her lap and was quiet for a long time.

“Did you see Godfrey again, after the rape?”

“I didn’t see him for two months,” Daisy said. “Then he came back, climbed up on the garage roof to get in my bedroom window. He said he was sorry. He said he was just angry before and should have been nicer to me, more understanding. He didn’t say where he’d been, just said there was some trouble. I didn’t dare tell him I was pregnant. He had sex with me again and I fell asleep. He was gone in the morning.” She was quiet for a moment. “Then I’d heard he’d been in prison for a month and had escaped. He was arrested that morning.”

“Why did you not go to the police?”

Daisy glanced uneasily towards the door, wishing her dad would turn up and help her get through this. “Ben fell down the stairs and I saw Bruce standing at the top. He warned me that if I went to the police I’d be next and it wouldn’t be ‘clumsy me’ anymore. It would be a six-foot hole and a wooden box. And then Mum said we were going on holiday. I heard her and Bruce arguing. She threatened to go without him, just take us, me and Ben, and go to Broadchurch. Bruce got angry, demanded to know why she wanted to go where her ex was, accused her of trying to leave him and go back to my dad. She called him stupid and said she’d picked Broadchurch coz she was going to get back at my dad, not back with him. She said she was going to give my dad a trial he’d never forget.”

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End of Episode

On to Episode Eight...

Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
alimoseby
Jan. 3rd, 2015 11:57 pm (UTC)
Hell's bells. I can honestly say I didn't see the baby being Daisy's. And in hindsight I probably should have. Wow.

How much did I enjoy Karen's dressing down, and eventual arrest? Let me count the ways. :D That was epic beyond all epicness.

Woohoo!!!! Tess and Bruce are behind bars. As it should be. And you know...I'm kind rather hoping UK prisons are similar as they are here in that child abusers are treated very harshly by the other prisoners. They get it in the end.

Now, let's hope for a happy ending with the Hardy family. The decision Daisy must make about the baby is a heart wrenching one, and one I've seen had to be made before. I have a friend who was in a similar situation as Daisy and she gave up her daughter. It was an open adoption and she gets to see her daughter quite often. In fact her daughter was a flower girl in her wedding three years ago. Anyhow...I'm hoping for a good ending. They all need it. And some time for healing and getting to know each other as a family.

Loved it.
tkel_paris
Jan. 4th, 2015 02:51 am (UTC)
That was a hard-hitting surprise, wasn't it?

To quote another favorite character of ours... Oh, yes! :D

I don't know, but we can hope. Joe probably will have an easier time by comparison.

That's sweet. Good for everyone there.

Thank you. Now... keep a pillow handy. You might want one. Fair warning.
tardis_mole
Jan. 4th, 2015 04:10 am (UTC)
Good point. It is a very fair warning. I'll get the riot shields out. Just in case.
tardis_mole
Jan. 4th, 2015 04:08 am (UTC)
Oh yes. :D

Oh yes. :DD

Oh yes. The old saying, 'there is honour among thieves' rings true. Child abusers are often beaten to death in prison.

Aw, so sweet. :) All adoptions in Britain are open adoptions, due to the possible need for medical checks and to make sure the adopted child doesn't end up marrying a blood relative.
alimoseby
Jan. 4th, 2015 06:19 am (UTC)
The riot shield makes me nervous. >_> I shall prepare myself.

That...actually makes a lot of sense when you think about it. My godchildren's mother was adopted when she was two days old. It was a closed adoption and she has no way of getting medical information. All the records were sealed. It's sad because my goddaughter was born with lesions on her brain and cognitive disabilities, and there's no way to find out of it is genetic.
tardis_mole
Jan. 4th, 2015 08:17 pm (UTC)
Let her know she has the legal right to demand access and to be granted access on medical grounds. They have no right to withhold that information from her.
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