"Is there a likelihood or real possibility that A or B or C was the perpetrator or a perpetrator of the inflicted injuries?"
"Hello, is [the father] alright to come with us? He's not at work at the minute because his mental health is bad, he's hearing all them voices again, and doesn't feel like he belongs here, I don't really want him in the house on his own, because he's said he doesn't even trust himself no matter how much he knows he won't do anything it's the voices. I'll pay for his dinner. If he comes if that's okay? Xxxx"
“I was about to bath A and go for a shower, and the father bangs on the door and he passes him to me and he looked dead, wasn't breathing or responded so I tried to do CPR and turn him on his side, that wasn't working so we rang 999…”
"oh he's alright it’s me now, she's only gone and dumped me"
“surprise surprise [the father] used his phone yesterday to call me twice which I missed, then answered immediately to my text, and then this morning, lol. Dickhead. I’m not saying owt though. My mouth is nicely shut – lol.”
“ha ha. Let him believe he is in control but no one can control us two.”
“I’ve listened to what [paternal great grandfather] said. He’s done the right thing for me…..”
“so what I’m doing is I’m going to get him every week, every time I get him I’ll be checking him over but I am at the same time building a case for myself.”
“I’m going with the father. He’ll think I’m being his friend. No I’m not.”
“I’m back at the bottom stuck in the fucking hole again… you think your stressing…if only you could feel how I feel now.”
“my stress levels are through the roof.”
“B fs, sounds like he’s either been starved or murdered.”
“Had about what, an hour if not longer. A’s being an absolute dickhead. Crying for no reasons and woke B up now there both being dicks. So long for having a little bit of extra sleep. Fucking arseholes.”
“That’s it I’m dropping them down the stairs.”
“I’m going to murder them.”
“They were crying. I was crying. I was angry, frustrated.”
“Also, them bruises, marks or whatever on B’s forehead look so bad.”
“Yeah was me accidentally, I was trying to wind him and he tried to throw his head back and didn’t realise how much I must of [sqouse] his cheek, sorry x”
“just feeling a lot more fucking suicidal than I probably ever have or most days full stop…just that looney problem in my head as everyone calls it…I haven’t been on or off with you … it just annoys me how you have no idea how to reply to my messages when I text you and there’s always a reason or excuse.” 11th September: “I’m not in the best of places today and it’ll be the wrong move if someone pisses me off.” 14th September: “And if you really want to know what was up with me last night or why I haven’t slept. Its fact feel unworthy…I don’t want to be here anymore as much as i want to at the same time. I’m struggling to fight my own fucking problems and I won ever get through this shit. You say your proud of me. For what…. All I’ve ever done is run in fucking circles... when I’m not even worthy of a life. I sat and once again I don’t know why I contemplated my suicide. Because I genuinely don’t feel good enough…. I’m not a dad. I’m not a good parent…. My mood hurts everyone else. I destroy everything I come across.... I’ve been in tears all night…I’m always hurting or ruining someone or something….” 15th September: “And [the mother’s name] I’m really…really….really sorry…I’ve let you down big time. I fucked up once again.” 15th September: “And I’ve fucking hurt myself okay. I can’t take this shit anymore it was either end it or really fucking hurt myself…so I hurt myself. I’m fucking sorry okay.” 15th September: “The fact I’ve been feeling so shit lately doesn’t really matter the fact that I’m 24/7 contemplating my to top myself doesn’t fucking matter…. My mood. My thoughts. And my feelings do not matter.” 18th September: “I’ve got a crazy urge to hurt myself.” 20th September: “I’m in the [shittest] place mentally right now.”
“My mental state is collapsing.”
“I tried to give him a bottle, as I gave it him because he’s crying that much he don’t want it he’s not taking to the teat he’s just kind of gurgled and spat it back so I’ve put the bottle down, soothe, try and soothe him and that’s when the whole situation happened where he’s kind of went limp, blue, his eyes rolled, his eyes kind of rolled back a little bit and then after about half a minute of that happening, he went completely dead and he just went completely limp.”
“And you don’t need friends babe. Life isn’t about friends”