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Video � Chapter 7.
Claudette sat quietly on a chair across from Dutch and listened while he told her lie after lie. When he�d offered to open up to her she�d been surprised by his sudden change of heart. Then when he�s begun to talk she realised that he was really engaged in aperaperate attempt at damage control. He knew the truth was out, and no amount of denial on his part would change the fact that the tape of his abuse existed, and had been seen. However, what he was trying to do was trivialize it, make it seem less serious then it really was.
Claudette studied him while he spoke. His eyes never quite meeting hers, his hands clenching and unclenching, reaching up occasionally to rub his nose, his right leg sometimes bouncing nervously as he talked, as he lied. Every move he made screamed "Liar!" She�d told him before that he wasn�t a very good liar, and this just confirmed her opinion.
After the first five minutes she had only listened to what he was saying with half an ear, concentrating instead on his body language. However, she still registered what he was saying. Telling her that "�it wasn�t so bad�" His father had never really "�meant to hurt me�he�he�loved me�" His father had only come to him "�sometimes�not very often�really hardly ever�" When he did "�he was always gentle�he didn�t really hurt me�he didn�t hurt me too much�" The tape, well now apparently that was "�just a one off�and it wasn�t so bad really�Mackey and Aceveda�they�re over-reacting�" Then of course her personal favourite was his mumbled "�all my fault really�he never wanted to do it�I�I�kinda made him�led him on�so see it was my fault�" When he finished his litany of mumbled lies and excuses Claudette just gazed at her nervously fidgeting partner. As far as she knew he�d never deliberately lied to her before, and yet he�d just spent the past twenty minutes telling her lie, after lie, after lie. Blowing out an exasperated breath she said,
"Bullshit!"
She watched Dutch flinch slightly and tense at the annoyed tone of her voice, but tough, because Claudette was pissed.
"Look son you can lie to yourself all you want, but don�t you sit there lying to me, and expect me to swallow that bullshit story you just told me. God, show me a little respect!"
Refusing to look up at her Dutch stuttered,
"I�I don�t know what you mean Claudette�I never�"
Not wanting to have to listen to him tell her one more lie Claudette interrupted him,
"Don�t sit there and tell me�it wasn�t so bad�If that was the case Dutch why did you drink yourself into a stupor just so you could try and kill yourself. Don�t sit there and try to tell me that deep down your father really loved you, and that it was just his way of showing you how much he loved you. That�s crap and you know it. Your father is a monster Dutch. A monster who preyed on you, who hurt you, and used you for his own gratifion, on, not because he loved you, but because he�s an evil bastard. Not only that but are you really trying to get me to believe it was all your fault, that you led him on. That�s not you talking Dutch, that�s him. That�s the lie that he told you to keep you quiet, to keep the secret, to make you feel guilty, and to justify what he did to you. Christ, is that what you thought about Sally Dutch huh? Did you think Sally asked for it�led Sean Taylor or any of those other men on?"
His face pale Dutch finally looked up at her at the mention of Sally�s name, his expression horrified,
"Jesus, no�no of course not. Sally was a kid Claudette�just a kid."
"Yeah and so were you Dutch. In that tape Vic said you were about 14 or 15, well Dutch that�s a kid. How old were you when all this started? How old were you when your father stole your innocence, stole your dhoodhood away from you?" She asked him gently.
Dropping his gaze to the floor she had to strain to hear his answer,
"About eight."
Oh God, Claudette had to take a moment to steady herself, to stop the anger she felt for Dutch�s father from bleeding out into her voice, she wouldn�t want him to think that anger was in any way directed at him. In control again she continued,
"About the same age as little Jenny Reborg. Do you remember Jenny Dutch?"
Dutch nodded. How could he ever forget seeing her terrified face staring up at them from that prison that evil bastard Dr Grady had placed her in? He remembered that when they�d found her he had had to move away and let Claudette and Aceveda take over caring for her. He hadn�t been able to stomach staying in that room. Looking into that little girl�s frightened, traumatized eyes had hit a little too close to home. Just like Sally�s case Jenny Reborg had triggered off those confused, terrifying nightmares. The one�s that made him scream himself awake. The one�s that made him afraid of the dark, afraid of the shadows. The one�s that made him feel dirty and corrupted, and meant he had to scrub himself so hard he would sometimes make his skin bleed.
"She never asked for it either Dutch. It wasn�t her fault�" Claudette told him.
Interrupting her Dutch said,
"I never meant�I know Sally, Jenny they wbothboth innocent�I know that."
"So were you. It wasn�t you�it was him�it was all him Dutch. You must never think anything else. None of it was ever your fault." Claudette told him wishing with all her heart he�d listen, he�d believe her.
Quickly glancing at her Dutch chewed his lower lip thoughtfully before looking away towards the window. In a sad, unsteady voice he said,
"It�s�it�s not that easy Claudette. You don�t know everything�you don�t understand."
"So why don�t you tell me son. Make me understand�and this time the truth�no morllshllshit ok."
Sighing Dutch slumped back in his seat closing his eyes and reaching up to rub at his forehead. Then he wearily nodded and said,
"Alright the truth�if that�s what you want to hear. Don�t blame me if you change your mind though�don�t blame me if you�if you�."
"What Dutch�if what?" Claudette asked.
"If you come to hate me�despise me." He said quietly.
"Oh Dutch�I could never do that�"
Once again interrupting her he said,
"I hope you still feel that after�after I�ve told you."
Claudette could see the pain in his face and hear it in his voice, and she felt fear rise up inside of her about what Dutch was going to tell her. She knew that these kind of experiences were never best left buried, that they would fester in the dark slowly poisoning their victim. However, she was worried about how Dutch was going to be affected having to face what he�d suffered. She also knew that it wasn�t going to end here. Dutch was a cop, the pressure that was going to be exerted upon him to "do the right thing" and give a statement, help bring to justice the men who�d hurt him would be enormous. Looking at him Claudette suspected that he hadn�t thought about that yet, he hadn�t realised just what the outcome of that tape coming to light was going to be.
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