The Evil Within: Murdered by her stepbrother – the crime that shocked a nation. The heartbreaking story of Becky Watts by her father. Darren Galsworthy

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      I was fuming that anyone would dare touch him when all he was doing was standing innocently in the street. As we drove back, Nathan turned to me.

      ‘Thanks, Dar,’ he mumbled.

      ‘You don’t have to thank me,’ I answered. ‘I was only defending my boy.’

      That’s exactly what Nathan was to me – my boy. To him, I was the only father figure he had ever known. We’d had our ups and downs, but on the whole I thought we had a good father–son relationship. Our blended family showed time and time again that DNA meant nothing. We supported and looked out for each other no matter what.

      Although we generally got on well during Nathan’s teenage years, we also locked horns sometimes. All teenagers tend to behave appallingly from time to time, and Nathan was no exception. One of these incidents occurred when his nan Margaret and granddad Christopher went away for a few days. Unbeknown to us, Nathan decided to have a huge party in their house, inviting all his friends.

      Anjie received a frantic phone call from him the next day.

      ‘Don’t be mad, Mum, but I had a party last night and it got out of hand,’ he blurted out. ‘You have to help me put it right.’

      Anjie hung up the phone and looked at me, shaking her head in despair. ‘We’re going over to my mum’s house,’ she said. ‘Grab some bin bags.’

      When we got there, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was a complete bombsite. The inside doors were completely ripped off their hinges, the sofas were slashed, there were picture frames smashed on the floor and fag butts stomped into the carpet. There was the telltale stink of spilled alcohol and pools of vomit everywhere. I felt sick just looking at it. The worst thing was, Nathan’s nan was due to get home that evening.

      ‘We haven’t got enough time to clean all this up!’ I shouted. ‘What the hell were you thinking?’

      ‘Please,’ he pleaded in desperation. ‘I have to fix it. Please help me.’

      It was obvious that Nathan was completely bricking it, so I started to feel sorry for him and we agreed to help. Luckily, I had my toolkit in the car, so I managed to fix a few of the doors while Anjie and Nathan got to work cleaning up. We spent a whopping nine hours in that house trying to sort it all out. I smuggled away dozens of bags of damaged items and rubbish in the boot of my car. We did a pretty good job, but Nathan still had to face the music when his grandparents got home. There were too many broken items to pretend it never happened.

      ‘Sorry, boy, but you have to face them on your own,’ I said when we had done all we could. ‘The rest is down to you now.’

      Needless to say, Nathan had an almighty tongue-lashing from his grandparents when they returned. Strangely enough, after that Anjie and I never accepted his offers to look after our house while we were away!

      Nathan was eighteen when he started seeing his first girlfriend, but it only lasted a few months. He often complained to us that all her friends were male rather than female. Despite his confidence around his family and close friends, I think he was quite insecure when it came to girls. He certainly seemed to get jealous very easily.

      When he and his girlfriend broke up, Nathan started to act very oddly. He insisted that she owed him money, and he used to hang around outside her house in his car. Anjie and I were horrified when we heard he had been moved on by the police.

      ‘Will you stop stalking her, boy?’ I said angrily when he got home. ‘You’re being creepy. Just walk away, Nathan. Sort yourself out.’

      ‘She owes me £400, Dar,’ he mumbled.

      To be honest, I think the money was just an excuse. I think he would have hung around stalking her anyway. It ended up with Margaret, his nan, having to go and talk to her mum about it, as his former girlfriend was starting to feel afraid of the way Nathan was acting. We were worried about his behaviour too, although we just thought it was a phase he would grow out of.

      For the most part, he did seem to grow out of being weird around girls, but none of his girlfriends seemed to last very long. I don’t think that’s at all unusual for guys in their late teens, but there was another incident when Nathan was nineteen that both annoyed and worried me at the same time.

      I was working on my car in the driveway one day when he pulled up outside the house. I glanced into his car and saw four very young girls sitting inside. At a glance I could tell they were no older than around twelve. They were all giggling.

      ‘Who the hell are they?’ I asked Nathan, thinking this was a prank and he was trying to wind me up.

      He looked at me blankly. ‘Oh, just some girls who wanted to go for a drive.’

      I couldn’t believe that he had picked up some random young girls off the street and driven off with them.

      ‘What are you playing at, boy?’ I demanded. ‘I don’t know what’s going on here, but this is odd. They’re children. Get in the car and take them back to wherever you found them. Take them back to their parents.’

      My reaction made Nathan laugh at first, but when he realised I wasn’t joking he shrugged, got back in the car and drove off. I assume he took the girls home, but we didn’t see him for a few days after that, as he was back at his nan’s and he refused to talk about it afterwards.

      I couldn’t get my head around why he’d thought it would be a good idea to take some young girls out in his car, and I eventually decided that he had done it to wind me up. A niggling little doubt was planted, all the same. Did he have some weird ideas about girls? Eventually, I decided he was just a normal teenager trying to find his way in the tricky world of relationships with the opposite sex.

Chapter 5

       Becky’s teenage years

      FRIDAY, 17 APRIL 2015

      Hundreds gather to say goodbye to the ‘Angel of Bristol’, Becky Watts: Hundreds turned out this morning for the funeral of Bristol teenager Becky Watts. Almost two months after the schoolgirl’s disappearance and brutal death horrified the city, people came together to celebrate the ‘shy but big-hearted’ teenager’s young life with a fitting send-off – thanks in part to £11,000 of donations towards the service from far and wide. Mourners and supporters – some wearing T-shirts featuring a photo of the 16-year-old – lined the streets outside St Ambrose Church, showering the horse-drawn carriage bearing her coffin with pink roses as it passed. With the church packed to the rafters, scores more watched proceedings on a big screen outside as a moving service included stories of Becky’s younger days and her great kindness. Her father, Darren Galsworthy, paid an emotional tribute to his daughter, through the Reverend David James. He said: ‘As you look down from heaven, just look at what your short life has achieved – not bad for a shy girl. You will forever be in our hearts and thoughts. Rest in peace, Angel of Bristol.’ Following the service, people cried and clapped as Mr Galsworthy released a dove into the skies above her coffin, before the family left for a private burial at Avonview Cemetery.

      Becky had a hard time starting secondary school. Hope, her only friend from Summerhill Primary School, went to a different secondary, and she struggled to make any new friends. She СКАЧАТЬ