Chenford Story ✔️

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Tim's POV

I protected the small camera with my life the entire way back to the station. Sure it was slightly smashed and dented not to mention covered in dirt and rotting debris.

But it was hopefully what Lucy needed to come home.

I practically ran into the station to find a broadcasting room. Third floor, fifth door on the left, down the second corridor on the right.
Never before in my life had I payed attention to where the broadcasting room was as closely as I had today.

I used my sleeve to wipe off the main areas of dirt covering the device. Using a nail to pry out the mud from the crevices and blowing off the rest. Underneath the block of dirt and mud, the camera was small.

A small black object with a lense and body. It was at least 16 years old at this point. It would be a miracle if anything could even use the camera anymore.

I made it to the room. Softly laying the device down on the central table.
I pried open the usb slot and pulled out the mostly undented usb.

I exhaled and plugged in into the system.

It whirred to life, showing a grainy but decent enough video of Lucy's kitchen. The footage was weeks long end to end. Each piece in half an hour to hour long segments recorded over years.

I could imagine what they were recording.
A man came into frame holding a mostly unconscious, bloodied and naked Lucy who looked to be around 10.

I averted my eyes but heard the screams coming from young Lucy. The laughs coming from the other man and looked back enough to see her parents walking in and out of frame, doing the dishes like.... this..... this torture wasn't going on right in front of them.

I sat in that room for hours, maybe about 8. The screams slowly getting quieter with each hour of footage. The amount of blood needing to be cleared from around the house slowly grew.

Sometimes Lucy was conscious, forced to give these grown men blowjobs while crying silently. Other times she was unconscious, blood pooling onto the floor underneath her as the men played with her body feeding her more drugs to keep her knocked out. Every time a new day of footage began the amount of scars would increase. Lucy didn't even seem to know she was being filmed.

Then there were the payments. Each was a few hundreds slipped into her parents hands before the men would leave. About ten different men, Thomas Foxly was among them.

Honestly it was a wonder Lucy was alive at all, let alone so positive and happy given what a horrific childhood she experienced.
It was no wonder she was so affected by what Emmet did to her. She was just starting to trust people again after her childhood and Caleb.

Lucy's POV

It had been two days since my talk with Tim. It felt amazing hearing his voice, just listening to him talk after months of silence.
It felt great knowing he finally knew why I had just disappeared, that he knew I still loved him more than anything.

Work had been... Interesting...
Tamara and I had been living on our boat for a month while I traveled the world as a reporter. It was an interesting job sure, floating around the globe to discover stories. It was like being a detective, only instead of locking up criminals, I was discovering scandals and potential theories. Ruining marriages and happy families.