Seventies
Bound – On The Couch
I remember the
day so clearly, even though it was – what, more than forty years ago? The sounds, the smell, the fear, they are all
still as clear as if it was only yesterday…
We lived in
Northampton at the time – my husband was the manager of a branch of the local
Williams and Glym bank, and I worked mornings in the
local library. Our daughters were also
living at home at the time – Jessie was fourteen, and Carol seventeen, and both
attended the local grammar school.
I also remember
it clearly because it was a charity day at their school, and they were not
wearing school uniform when they left the house that day. I was dressed for work – a long sleeved cream
dress, with a gathered waist and a brown ethnic pattern on the hem of the
skirt, and high cream leather boots.
I’d been to the
hairdresser the previous afternoon – my hair was cut to frame my face, and in a
bob at the back. Little details, but as
I say, so clear…
It was a normal
afternoon at the library, and I met some friends at a local café for lunch. It was about two thirty in the afternoon when
I finally got home – Jessie was due back at four, and Carol at four thirty.
I fished my
keys out of my handbag, unlocked the front door and
walked in – and the first thing I remember noticing was the fact there was a
breeze coming from the kitchen. I walked
in, putting my handbag down on the table, and then looked closely at the back
door, staring at the splinters of wood round the lock.
I swear, I
wasn’t processing what had happened – but when I was pulled back and a leather
glove clamped over my mouth, I had a very real idea of what was happening. Especially when I saw the masked man as I was
turned round.
He was tall – really tall, and broad shouldered, wearing a blue boiler
suit, heavy boots, gloves – and a black balaclava mask covering his head, only
his thin lips and blue eyes showing. The
thing that really took my attention, however, was the gun in his hands – a
shotgun, the barrels sawn down.
“Let’s keep
this simple,” he said in a deep voice, “do what we say, nobody needs to get
hurt. Nod if you understand.”
As the wife of
a bank manager, you learn the risks of this sort of thing happening, and I had
no desire to be hurt, so I slowly nodded as the gloved hand stayed over my
mouth.
“Good – we’re
going to make you and your girls comfortable,” he said as he looked behind
me. I wondered what he meant by that –
and then realised he was threatening the girls as well.
“NNhhdhnthtthtm,” I mumbled as he looked at me.
“Then shut up,”
he growled, “and do what I tell you to do- starting with keeping that pretty
mouth shut.”
I understood
that, as I nodded and the gloved hand was taken away – before my arms were
pulled behind my back, and I felt rough rope on my wrists as they were bound
tightly together. It was obvious to me now what was going on – the girls and I were going to be
hostages, and my husband forced to do something at the bank.
I bit my lip as
I felt the rope between my arms, and then it was tied off. I tried moving my hands – without success, as
I glanced down and saw the brown rope he was passing
round my body, before he pulled it tight, forcing my arms against my sides.
I noticed the
armed man was smiling as the rope went round me again and again, forming two
bands that stretched the top of my dress over my chest – but it was tight, very
tight, as I realized they were most certainly in charge. There was one more tug, and then I felt the hands
on my arms as I was pushed towards the front room of our house.
I need to explain
the layout, so you appreciate what happened – it was a large room, and there
was a television set at one corner, a large music centre at the opposite
one. Against the wall and facing the
television was a L-shaped brown leather couch, with a matching stool at the
corner flush with the seats. Next to
that was a table, with one of the two telephones in the house sitting on it.
As we went in,
I was pushed onto the couch, as the armed man walked over and drew the curtains
over the windows. I got a good look at
the second man – dressed and masked in the same way, but slimmer.
He was also
carrying a large canvas bag, which he set on the floor and opened before he removed
two more lengths of thin brown rope. He
looked at me, and said “put your feet up on the stool,
and cross your ankles.”
“What makes you
think you will get away with this,” I said as I complied, watching as he doubled
the rope over and started to bind my ankles.
I could see the soft cream leather being compressed by the thin rope, as
they were tightly bound, the rope going around and between my legs.
He tied that
length off, and then folded the skirt of my dress back before he started to
bind my legs together below my knees. That
bit into my flesh, but by now there was nothing I could do except watch, as he
tied the rope off and then let my legs drop to the floor.
“Now what,” I
said as I looked to the clock.
“Now, we wait. If the phone rings, tell them you will call
back.”
“And how am I
meant to answer it?”
The man just
smiled as I looked at the clock on the wall…
“Mum, I’m
home.”
It was four
o’clock as I heard the front door open and close, and then Jessie call out as there was a thump on the floor in the
hallway. I wanted to say something – but
there was a sawn-off shotgun pointed at my head, and the taller man had his finger
to his lips telling me to be quiet.
“Mum – are you
OH NO…”
“Not a word,
kid,” the man said as I looked at Jessie.
She was wearing a grey long sleeved top that
zipped up the front, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, and a long
grey and blue tartan skirt. She was also
wearing a pair of knee length black Frye leather boots, and an expression of
pure fear on her face.
“Jessie,” I
said quietly, “just do what they say. I
don’t want you to be hurt.”
“Mum, what’s
happening?”
“I think they
want your father to do something,” I said quietly, “and we’re the incentive for
him to do that.”
“that’s right,
kid,” the man said as he took some rope from the bag, “so turn round, and put
your hands behind your back.”
“Mummy…”
“Jessie, just
do as they say,” I whispered as she turned round, looking over her shoulder as
the man took her hands behind her back, and she bit her lower lip. I knew what he was doing as she looked back
at me – and then gasped as the rope was taken round her upper body as well.
“Please, she’s
only fourteen…”
“I don’t care,”
the man said as he looked over her shoulder, and pulled the rope tighter,
Jessie squealing as her arms were forced against her side.
“Mum, this hurts…”
“I know,” I
said with a sigh as I watched my baby being tied up, “but I’m the same, Jess.”
“So we’ll be the same,” she said as she was pushed over to
the side of the couch and sat down away from the side, her legs stretched out
on the stool as more rope was used to bind her crossed ankles together.
“I’m afraid
so,” I said as I watched him bind her ankles, and then fold her skirt back
before he tied her legs together below her knees. Jessie tried to move her legs apart, the
leather squeaking as her boots rubbed together, and I moved my legs to show her
I had the same problem.
That made her
smile – but then the smile was covered by a long strip of brown fabric sticking
plaster, stopping her from talking as she looked at me, twisting round. Then we both heard the front door open and
close again, as I looked at the clock on the wall.
It was four
thirty…
We both looked to
the door as Carol walked in, staring at both of us. Her brown hair was cut in a short perm, and
she was wearing a checked blouse under a black cardigan with the sleeves pulled
back up to her elbows. Her jeans were rolled
back to just below her knees, and she still had on the high laced Dr Marten
boots she had walked out in that morning.
“We’re being
held hostage, Carol,” I said as I looked at her. “Please, do what they say – they have
promised not to hurt us.”
“Jess?”
“Hmschrd,” Jessie mumbled as she looked at her older sister.
“Yeah – me
too. Look, keep calm – I don’t want any
of us hurt.” As Jessie nodded, Carol had
her own arms taken behind her back. I
knew she could feel the rope on her bare wrists as she winced and looked back.
“You don’t have
to take so much enjoyment in this,” she whispered as he tied the rope off, and
then took the longer length around her body.
Carol then looked at me, before she said “are
you all right Mum?”
“I’m scared as
well,” I said as I tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position, “but we
need to be strong for each other.”
“Yeah, yeah we
do,” Carol said as the ropes tightened round her, and she looked at Jessie. She nodded as well, before Carol was made to
sit next to her at the end of the couch, and put her
feet up on the stool.
“When this is
over,” she said as she nudged Jessie, “we have a girls
night in and talk about this, all right?”
“Shnddfhn,” Jessie mumbled through the fabric covering her mouth,
as Carol watched the masked man bind her ankles tightly together, and then her legs
below her knees, above the turnups on her jeans.
“So what, you tape my mouth over as well?”
“Gotit in one,
girlie,” the taller man said as he tore the sticking plaster off the roll, and
pressed it down over her mouth, the two girls looking at me as I said “okay, so
what happens now.”
He looked at
the clock, and then we heard the phone ring as he picked it up and put the
handset to my ear.
“Darling – is
everything all right at home?”
I could hear
the concern in his voice as I said “we have some
unexpected visitors – they have made sure all three of us are comfortable.”
“The girls?”
“Cannot talk to
you at the moment,” I said as I looked at the intruders.
“Let me talk to
the visitors.”
“He wants to talk
to you,” I said as he took the handset away from me.
“Your family
are safe – so long as you do what my friends in the office tell you to do. Do anything different, and…” He looked at Jessie and Carol before I said
“do what they say” loud enough for him to hear.
“You understand
then? Good – do not call again,” he said
as he put the handset down, and looked at me.
“Very good,” he said as he picked up the roll of Elastoplast,
and tore a strip off. “Time for
you to be quiet.”
I nodded as he
pressed the plaster down over my mouth, feeling it tugging on my skin before
the two men helped me to lie on my side, my head at the far end of the couch
from the girls as they looked at me.
There we were – bound, gagged, and only able to look at each other.
“Look round
upstairs – see if there is anything we can find,” the taller man said as his
partner walked out of the room, and he turned the television on, Lesley Judd
appearing on the screen with John Noakes.
I admit it – I liked the peasant style dress and headscarf she was
wearing, as well as the chocolate brown boots.
But as we twisted our legs round, the situation was very clear to all of
us…
The early
evening news was just finishing, and Nationwide starting when the telephone
rang twice. We all looked over as the
taller man went to the table, and then waited as it rang three more times
before he picked up the handset.
“Yes?
“And he knows
not to call the police for an hour?
“Good – see you
later.”
He put the
receiver back into the cradle, and then pulled on the wire to tear it from the
wall in the hallway, before he checked all three of
us.
“Stray there,”
he said as the two men left, Carol saying “Vhrrefhnnee”
as we heard them walk to the back of the house.
I tried to move, to get the tape from my mouth, as the leather squeaked
under my body, the girls moving as well as their boots squeaked, the couch
squeaked, and we mumbled.
It was about
eight by the time the police arrived and released us - they had forced my
husband to empty the bank safe of all the money under threat of hurting us, and
then he had called the police. I was
just grateful the girls and I had come through it with nothing except bruises,
stiffness, and a residue of adhesive round our mouths…
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