HeyJaredVoices From Peasedale Woods
Stories, fragments, and voices from Peasedale Woods—where not everything is remembered the same way, and some things are better left buried.
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She’s lying to me about Lily. (opens the original)
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I am not a patient man. I hate being taken for a fool, and that is exactly what Suzannah is doing. Taking me for a fool. And it’s been going on for far too long.I’m done with being ignored, brushed off, fed a load of bullshit about my princess getting lost in the woods and falling victim to some faceless child killer.No. That isn’t what happened to my Lily. I know it.It was Mason.That son of hers has been trouble since we met. There’s something behind his eyes that makes my skin crawl. He looks
Am I to blame? (opens the original)
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I have wasted a lot of my time since Mason’s arrest reading about child killers and their accomplices, the motives, upbringing and fallout of their crimes, hoping in amongst it all I will find an answer to my boy’s terrible choices or maybe a reprieve for me and the part I played in shaping the teenager he became.My son’s life was less than perfect, an absent father and an angry stepfather, a mother who did not protect him enough and was unable to break through his detached exterior. I have alwa
My vengeance will be sweet. (opens the original)
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‘Revenge is the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.’ Sir Walter Scott wrote that in a book called The Heart of Midlothian. Not that I ever read it. But my father quoted it to me enough times. He said that Sir Walter Scott made revenge sound intoxicating and destructive.Well, Walter, intoxicating it is and destructive it shall be.I can taste my revenge in the air; it’s so close. I have been patient, so damn patient, and with every day that has passed, every month, every yea
The Other Killer (opens the original)
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Crazy. First day outta the nick and I’m restless. Hung out in my apartment, had a hot shower, for ages, smell better than I have in twenty years, made myself some pasta with one of the tins of sauce mum put in the cupboard, drank juice straight from the carton, and flicked through the TV channels. Even called mum with the mobile phone she left for me to arrange to meet up with her and Connie next week. Weird that I’ve got a sister I’ve never lived with, never got to know, just met her at visits
The Other Killer (opens the original)
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It didn’t take me long to realise that secondary school wasn’t for me. My little sister Lily had been dead two years and her dad, Breck, mum’s ex, had gone back to Ireland. It had been a better two years at home than the six before when Breck was living with us. He was a prize arsehole—angry, drunk, and he hit me. Hated me being around Lily. Now they’re both gone life is easier, kind of.Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I thunder down the stairs making sure mum can hear me. She shuts herself awa
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