hen he was sat alone, he turned his phone back on. Surely Carys had found the mess by now, he imagined she’d be frantic, he bet she’d called him twenty times. Josh waited, the phone made no sound. He checked the call list, just the calls from the night previous. Just then a text came through, HA! He thought, but it was the girl he’d been with the night before to see if he wanted to hook up later. No he did not! He wanted Carys to be worried sick about her kids! A pair of black shoes in front of him and a voice asking him if he were Joshua Mason made him look up.
Josh looked at the man in a pinstripe suit. He must have been about forty five, with beady little eyes, a comb over and a porn star moustache. Josh had just decided that he looked like a paedophile when he introduced himself as Winston Davies of Social Services. Behind him was a woman about the same age with black her hair dragged severely back off her face in a bun at the nape of her neck. Josh looked from one social worker to the other and back. “Where is she?” Josh asked.
“Can we find somewhere quiet to talk Mr Mason?” Winston Davies asked. Josh started to panic, had Carys really gone and called social services on her own kids?
“Fu-ck-in BITCH!” Josh cursed.
“Can we go somewhere quiet Mr Mason, or would it be better to continue this conversation down at the police station?” Mr Davies said. Josh looked round, parents of other children were looking at him in disgust as he had just sworn in front of their children.
“My kids?” Josh said. Mr Davies advised him they were being taken care of and motioned for him to get up. The social workers led Josh to an empty room and motioned for him to go inside. Carys was going to pay for this he thought as anger burned inside him.
Josh slouched arrogantly in a chair. They had nothing on him, he’d done nothing wrong! Now Carys may well lose her kids herself! That’d teach her!
The questioning started straight forward enough, how had Harry suffered such a severe injury.
“He fell down the stairs.” Josh answered. So Mr Davies asked him who was supervising him at the time?
“His sister Callie,” Josh answered. To which Mr Davies asked if that was the four year old child? There was something in the way the social worker asked the question that made Josh sit up and take notice, before answering that yes, Callie was four.
“So you told your four year old daughter to take your two year old son down the stairs?” the social worker asked while making notes on a form. Josh admitted that yes he had and asked, "Since when that was a crime?" The social workers pen stopped for a moment but he didn’t answer the question. He then asked where Mrs Mason was? Josh was decidedly aggravated now, he’d make the bitch pay for this, they were questioning him like as if he was some sort of criminal.
“I don’t know,” he snapped.
“Was Mrs Mason at home when Harry fell down the stairs?” The female social worker asked. This aggravated Josh even more, who the hell told her to butt her big fat nose in?
“NO!” Josh snapped at her.