Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound Chapter 33

I took a leaf out of David's book, gunning the car as hard as I could, back to the farm. Well it was less gunning more moaning from the car, as it was put to work. I grimaced at the sound of the engine, which seemed like it was going to break down any time.

'Just a little further, you lovely car,' I coerced the little Ford, as it had started whining and spluttering.

I turned into the driveway of the farm, mentally preparing myself for the breakneck long way of potholes. However, it seemed like the car had finally given up, as the engine died. Steam rose from the hood of the car. I opened the car door, hauled myself out and around to the hood of the car. I propped it open and began to make my inspection. Not that I knew an awful lot about cars, all I knew was how to drive one and how to change the oil.

'Will she get started again,' mum leaned her head out of the window.

'She?' I quizzed.

'Oh, you know all cars and boats are she's,' mum retorted, getting out what seemed to be a book from her massive handbag.

'Right thanks, for the lesson,' I snapped, beginning to lose my rag with not only the car, but the people who had taken Aunt Connie.

'Have you read this book, its very good,' mum carried on in her usual way.

It was one of those Mills and Boons books and on the front cover was a couple kissing. I had now clue what she saw in them. Still I suppose that people had to get their kicks in somehow. I ignored her.

'How dare you! You piece of shit!' I yelled out, kicking the tire, only for it to hurt like a beast. It seemed that the car had won that fight.

'Shit,' I moaned as I hopped around in pain.

'You need an ice pack for that one,' mum informed me, not even bothering to look up from her book.

'Why thank you for your advice and concern!' I screeched at her, while still hopping around.

After I had recovered slightly from my throbbing foot, I leant over the car bonnet again using it as some sort of crutch.

'Need some help, or you could just stay there and I can look at your assets,' Gideons voice drawled out to me. I jumped in surprise, hitting my head on the bonnet which was up in the air.

'Fudge!' I exclaimed, slapping my hand to my head, while hopping because of my foot. I removed my hand to see blood.

'Cara why don't you go and sit down in the car, while I look at the damage,' Gideon ordered me, helping me to the car as I half walked, half hopped.

Gideon bent over the engine and took a good look. He aimed back at me, in a devil may care attitude.

'The car overheated due to a broken hose, not the end of the world,' Gideon told me, after tracking back around to where I sat.

'Err... Right,' I muttered, having no clue what he was going on about.

'Come we'll get you up to the house,' he nodded in the general direction.

'What about Matthew,' I quizzed.

He took a look into the back of the car, where Matthew lay as he still hadn't awoken from my swing with a handbag and pondered a while.

'I'll call David and get him to bring Matthew back as well as the car,' he informed me. With this said he whipped out his phone and contacted David.

'We will have to wait for a little while,' He assured me, checking on my head injury. 'Have you got a first aid kit?'

'No, Philip never had one in here,' mum pipped up, setting her book down onto the dashboard.

'Have you got anything for fist aid in your handbag?' Gideon looked at her handbag with trepidation. You and me both, buddy, I thought, having no clue what mum kept inside it.

'Hang on a minute.'

Mum proceeded to empty out the contents of her bag one by one. Out came a nail file kit, a collection of keys, that I had no clue what they were for and many more items that had me thinking was mum Mary Poppins or something? I half expected her to pull out a whole lampshade.

'Sorry no first aid, but I have got some plasters,' mum beamed at us, proudly holding them up for the whole world to see. I groaned in pain. Gideon looked at me in concern before shaking his head.

'The wound on her head needs cleaning,' He stated.

David finally turned up with a motely group of men. Gideon jogged up to David and had a few words with him. It seemed to be about me, judging by the nods in my direction.

'Can't leave you for five seconds and your injured,' David joked to me, as he hugged me like a dad would do. I weld up slightly in pain and at the affection.

'The faster we get her up to the farm, the better' Gideon announced to the group of men, before helping me out of the car. I swayed somewhat due to the blood loss. What I had always wanted to know was why head injuries always bled like hell.

Without giving me a chance to protest, Gideon lifted me gently into his arms.

'I'll stay and help the men,' mum specified, looking like she was pleased to get in on the action. With this sorted out Gideon strode down the driveway at a fast pace, holding me close to his chest. Blood from my head wound dripped onto his shirt.

'Sorry about your shirt,' I mumbled into his chest.

'Nothing to worry about, it's nothing as bad as when I have to help with the calving,' he put my mind to rest.

We got to the front door of the farm house, which Gideon kicked open with a resounding crash. He didn't bother to reply to the yells of anger from Helen, choosing to climb the staircase and plonk me down on top of a toilet.

'I'll be right back,' He murmured to me. He returned without his shirt on and was carrying what turned out to be towels. I perked up at the sight in front of me, as he put the plug in the sink and ran the water. I was sure that it was my lucky day. A shirtless Gideon twice in one day!

He then began to look into the cabinets, bringing down the first aid kit. He dabbed a cloth into the water and began to gently wipe the blood from my face.

'It's not as deep as it looked,' He informed me, squeezing out the blood-filled cloth and returning it to my head.

'It's not?' I asked surprised thinking that it was worse than what he had said it was.

'Yes, no trip to hospital for you darling, although you will need steri strips,' He smiled at me.

I remembered mum sticking the strips over my body several times as a child, as it seemed that I was so accident prone.

'This might sting a bit,' He voiced to me, before putting disinfected on to my wound. 'Well at least you warned me,' I clenched my teeth in pain.

Ever so carefully he placed the steri strips onto my forehead. He placed a soft kiss to my wound and began to put away the first aid kit.

'How's the foot?' He raised his eyebrow.

'Hurting,' I deadpanned. He chuckled at my response, picking up the now wet towels and throwing them into the laundry basket.

'We'll get you some ice for that.'

Once again, he helped me to my feet and half carried me down the stairs and into the kitchen, as I was too stubborn to let him carry me again. We were greeted by the sight of Matthew, who seemed to have now come round from being bashed in the head with a handbag, hog tied to a chair. Isaac was lounged on a chair, pointing a gun at him and the rest was huddled around the victim like eager vultures.

Gideon went and got me some ice as he sat me down in a chair, and ordered me to keep my foot raised. The ice turned out to be frozen peas, still they seemed to be doing the job. In my injured state I watched as the interrogation began.