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Authors Note: most of my past stories are based in the US, ok apart from Impossible which starts in the US and ends on an alien planet. But I am English so this story is based in England, and therefore English terms are used for instance Faggot replaced by Puff and so on Wanking instead of jacking off.
Bad days...Good days
Story by
David Spowart
Chapter 2
I walked from his dorm. I found my car climbed in and just sat for a while. I wanted to stay but I couldn't risk it, I couldn't risk Peter getting hurt if my dad ever found out.
I drove out of student parking and headed out of the city centre and back to my little village where everybody knew everybody. No secrets told.
I drove into out converted barn with its double garage and parked my little fiesta next to my dad's Land rover and went into the house via the back entrance leading from the garage.
"What fucking time do you call this" my dad yelled, sitting at the kitchen table with a beer in his hand.
"Sorry dad, lost track of time" I replied.
"So where did you lose track of time, may I fucking ask" he slurred out. He was drunk well almost shit faced to be accurate. "I was studying dad, with Megan" I replied, she knew better not to phone my home phone, so I knew using her as an excuse would work.
"Fucking liar, your girlfriend phoned over an hour ago to see if you were ok, so where the fuck have you been Martin and don't fucking lie, you know what happens when you lie" he spat out, my phone was left in my car, I never checked for missed calls. Fuck!.
"Dad why the 20 questions?" I asked trying to deflect. Looking at my mobile and noticed several missed calls and a text message from Megan.
"Answer the fucking question" he yelled out, now standing from the table. "Dad I have other friends and one I am interested in, Megan doesn't like her, so I keep it between us, okay" I added, and he still walked towards me.
"It fucking better be a girl, coz I will never accept a puff for a son" he said standing directly in front of me. "Yes dad it's a girl" I lied.
"You better be telling me the truth" he said and I never saw the slap to my face coming, stinging me sharply. I did not recoil I wouldn't give him the satisfaction again of seeing me cower, never that again. And since I did now show signs of distress he began to raise his hand to slap me once again, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped the forward motion.
"No dad, you will not hit me again. You will never hit me again for your fun and your sickly enjoyment" I said in a calm and rational voice totally pissing him off!
"Oh yeah and who the fuck is going to stop me in my house...You!" he said in a sadistic tone. "You don't have the fucking balls, boy!" he added. "Dad I am almost twenty, I am no longer a boy, and yeah I will stop you hitting me" I added.
"Say the fuck that to me when I am sober and we will see who the fuck you are" he yelled backing away from me grabbing his beer from the table. The thing is I can defend myself. I had to learn. My dad has enemies, he has pissed off a lot of people and I being his son, you are damned guilty by association, so I had to learn to be a battler.
My dad however still sees me as this cowardly sixteen year old boy sitting in the corner of his bedroom crying.
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom when he eventually crashed out on the sofa, beer in hand. I washed and climbed into bed happy in the knowledge that I have reconnected with Peter, my best friend, despite what my dad and his friends put his family through.
I woke just before 8am and washed and prepared my stuff for University and descended the stairs hoping to either find my Dad still out cold or left for work, I got to the bottom of the stairs and the sofa was empty.
SMACK!!!
I fell against the wall and slid down on to my arse.
"Come on big man, show your old man what the fuck you have to offer" he screamed at me. "You fucking ambushed me you cunt" I screamed at him. "No surprised you, it's different" he yelled back at me, pulling me up to my feet and pushing his arm against my throat.
"Now fucking listen and listen clearly, this is my fucking house, you are a guest in my home, a fucking ungrateful guest, but a guest nonetheless, you will do what you are told until I get so fucking tired of you I throw your sorry arse out" he screamed leaning into my throat almost cutting off my air supply.
He released me and stood back from me.
"Anything you would like to add big man" he asked
"Let me move out, you obviously don't give a shit so let me the fuck move out" I yelled back, and his face smiled, and then turned angry.
"What so you can turn gay and suck cock like that Ross kid, over my dead fucking body" he yelled out and then raising his hand to strike, but stopped.
"And one other thing who said you could colour your hair like that, you look gayer than some of the puff's that work in my club, change it!" he demanded, and walked out of the house.
I walked over and sat at the Kitchen table, feeling like I did back when I was sixteen, I felt worthless he always had the power to make me feel like this, I need to get away from here, I needed to get away from him, I needed a plan. I had to get away from him. I knew that much, I need to talk to Megan and Peter, she is my sane voice and Peter would have to be involved now I know that much.
I drove a bit over the speed limit pulling into the campus carpark just before 9am Peter did not have a class until after eleven so I knew he would be still in his dorm. I ran up the stairs and banged on the door and yelled.
"Fuck, Marty what the hell man" he shouted and I grabbed him into a hug and started to cry. "I need help Pete I cannot stay with him, I can't" I cried into his naked shoulder.
"What happened, Marty tell me what did he do" he asked, and noticing the distinct hand print on the side of my face, and brushed it softly. "He hit you again" he asked, in a statement and not really a question.
"I told you I had to leave, but he had been drinking, and he snapped this morning because I defied him last night" I said softly, barely above of a whisper. "Fuck Marty, you can't go home man" he said pulling me into his bare chest; I was getting hard just by his scent alone.
"I have to go home, but not late" I replied, "Peter I need to get away from Sheffield; he would find me here if I just moved out" I added.
"Okay but where did you have in mind" he asked. "I need to speak to Megan she's my common sense voice; she tends to make me see things differently" I replied.
I opened my mobile and rang her.
"Meg, I need to talk to you, can you come to Peter's dorm" I asked
"Yeah sure Mart, where is it?" she asked, and I gave her the directions and some ten minutes later she was knocking on Peter's door.
"Shit Mart, who hit you" she asked
"His Dad" Peter replied, now fully clothed.
"Shit Martin, was that because I called" she asked, "Part of it yeah" I replied. "Sorry Mart, I didn't think he would have reacted like that" she added, and like Peter stroking my cheek.
"So where were you" she asked.
"He was with me" Peter added, and she smiled at that. "Ohh, so you two friends again" she asked and Peter replied, "Again, you told her?" Peter asked looking at me. "She's my bestfriend" I replied and his jaw dropped.
"I thought I was your best friend?" he asked staring at me. "You were, but things happened" I replied. "And Now?" he asked. "Well you could be more" I replied with a blush on my face which would not be apparent due to the red hand print prominent on my cheek.
"Okay I can live with that" Peter replied.
"Okay so what do we need to talk about" Megan asked.
"He wants to leave Sheffield" Peter informed her, and she looked at me and I nodded. "Okay but where are you thinking" she asked. "Newcastle, looks good right now" I replied, "But if I transfer he could find out where I transferred too" I added, "Meg, I don't know what to do" I moaned out. "I know I have to get away from him, he will eventually kill me" I added.
"You need to go to the police" Peter said, "Oh yeah that won't get him mad will it" I moaned like a child. "Look Mart he is right, you need to tell the police so it is on record, so if you move Universities they cannot tell him" She informed me and like always somewhat calming me. And if I was straight she would most definitely be at the top of my list
"Look Marty, your dad runs a security company, he needs a criminal free record to avoid losing his business, so if you report him he should for his own sake back off" Peter added, "Yeah but your reasoning is my dad is a sane rational man, and he isn't" I responded.
"Look time is getting on and we all have classes to get to, so meet for lunch okay" Megan said, before standing up and me joining her. "Okay Cafeteria for Lunch, cool" replied Peter as we headed out, and he going in the opposite direction.
"So you two talked?" she asked as we walked towards campus. "He was waiting by my car when I left you and the guys lastnight" I replied; "Ohh stalking you was he" she laughed. "Something like that" I replied.
"Mart, we will come up with something don't worry" she added wrapping her arm through mine. "I need to get some hair dye remover" I added out of the blue, no pun intended. "Why" she asked. "Dad told me to get it changed, and I didn't want to argue" I replied.
"We can bleach it out, but you are going to be yellow for a couple of days before we can dye it again" she responded.
"It's okay I will wear a cap" I replied and she just lightly punched my side, and hugged me tight. "Oh Meg, I don't know what I would have done without you" I said as we walked into the University.
My classes just went I was not taking everything in that I should have, but I had friends that did and took notes, notes I would no doubt need in the near future I walked for some time around Sheffield as my last class ended at eleven thirty and Meg and Peter would not be out until almost 1pm, so I walked, and walked and walked, I was outside a walk in centre for legal problems and on the off chance I walked in, a young lady was sitting at a desk and I approached.
"Hello can I help" she asked.
"Is this free" I asked, and she smiled and replied. "Yes sir all advice is free, so how can we help" and she smiled, and I just thought to myself one step at a time Martin just one step at a time.
"I need to know about injunctions" I replied, "Okay what kind" she asked, and I went on and told her what had transpired between me and my dad.
"Okay, I will see if one of our advisors are available, just a second" she said, picking up the phone and pressing an extension number.
"Laura do you have time to see a walk in, I think he need some good advice" she said looking at me.
"Yeah his name, 1 second" she stopped and looked at me waiting for me to give her the required information.
"Derrick Lloyd" I lied, I need advice I did not want the world to know my business, as I have said I learned to hide and be careful.
"Ok Derrick, Laura will see you, just sit over there and she will be with you as soon as she can" she replied pointing over to a few chairs against a wall.
I waited for about half an hour when a tall dark haired middle aged woman came out, "Mr Lloyd" she said and I stood and shook her hand, and she led me into her office.
"Please take a seat" she said and I did.
"Ok Derrick, I can call you Derrick can't I?" she asked and I nodded, it wasn't my name so who did it hurt.
I explained everything I told the girl outside and she sat looking at me for a while and picked up her phone and dialled a number. "Leo, can you come to my office please" she said and hung up. "Derrick do you want us to help you, we can help you if you need it" she replied. "Yes Miss, I need help" I eventually admitted.
"Okay why don't you start by telling me your real name" she asked, and stared at me, "Sorry, it's just that I have learned to be careful" I replied, "Why because you are gay" she replied. "I never said I was gay" I responded somewhat guarded.
"You didn't have to, it's my job remember" she added with a smile, "So your name?" she asked.
"Martin...Martin Lake" I replied, telling the truth, as a man walked into her office.
"Oh yeah Leo, this is Martin Lake, he had a rather violent Father and he wants an injunction against him" she started, "How old are you Martin?" she asked, "Twenty next month" I replied, "Okay that's good, no need for a social worker" she added "We can get you a place in a shelter for now, and sort something out more permanent later" she said, and all this was moving too fast for me to comprehend.
"Laura I need time to think, this is a huge step, I want to leave Sheffield and go to University in Newcastle, I just don't want him following me" I moaned out again like a petulant child.
"Martin that will take a little time" Laura replied, "First we need to report this to the police so that it is on file, then we approach a magistrate to file an injunction against your father, and that all takes time" she replied.
"Look we will set things in motion, I see you are at University, do you have classes today?" she asked and I nodded, "Okay go to class we will start things off and ring your mobile when we have a set plan, okay" she said, and I stood up and shook her hand and Leo's and left, the sky looked angry, I did not have a coat and it began to rain as I entered the campus, Megan was sitting just inside of the door.
"You missed Lunch" she informed me, and I said sorry, and I sat down and explained what the legal centre was doing as we spoke.
"Wow you didn't take prisoners, went straight for legal help" she said, and stood up, and I joined her, "Just walked past it, went in and just asked for a little advice, it just snowballed from there" I replied.
I went to my classes feeling a little optimistic and took most of what had been explained during class and took the appropriate notes. I met up with Peter before I was going to set off for home, I told him what had happened with the Legal centre and he just nodded, he walked me to my car and my Mobile went.
"Hello this is Laura Sharp, is this Martin Lake?" she asked, "Yes this is Martin" I replied, "Martin our office has made an error, the office Clerk contacted your family home and informed the occupant that a place in a shelter had been located, I take it that was not you" she informed me, and I freaked out, "How could you do that, you have killed me" I yelled down the phone and threw it across the carpark. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck" I yelled out.
"What has happened Marty" Peter yelled at me grabbing me and holding me, "They told my dad...They told my fucking Dad, ...he will kill me" I cried out, just as I heard a car door slam and slam hard.
"I fucking warned you didn't I Puff, I fucking told you if you ever went near him...i would fucking kill you" My dad yelled as he approached, but Peter did not move from my side, frozen in fear I thought.
Peter stood in front of me and stepped forward and confronted my dad, what the fuck he was doing I had no clue. "Now you listen here Mr Lake, you need to back off now, I won't warn you again" Peter screamed into my dad's face.
"You a puffta you are warning me!" he laughed out showing no respect. "Wait until I get you back home boy, shelter I will give you fucking shelter" he said looking at me his face going red with rage. I was not going to cower again, not in front of Peter anyway.
"No dad you won't I am leaving home and there is not a damn thing you can do about it, and if you come near me I will have you arrested for child abuse as well as assault" I informed him.
"He threw a punch at peter, but he ducked out of the way, Peter in one swift as fuck move grabbed my dad's shirt collar and through him over his shoulder falling to the ground.
He stood over my dad's prone body with his arm extended and the heel of his palm pointing at his chin.
"Now as I was saying, you will leave Marty and me alone, I won't stop next time" Peter said as my dad looked up stunned. "Do we understand Mr Lake" he added, and my dad nodding as he got up. "Not bad for a puff" dad said, "Names don't bother me old man" Peter replied.
I didn't care right at that moment I walked over and grabbed Peter and planted the hottest kiss I could muster and stared into his eyes. "Thank you, thank you for giving me this strength" I said kissing him once again.
"I fucking don't believe my own eyes, Martin you are a fucking queer, a puff" dad responded in disgust, as he ran towards me, Peter started to move in front of me but I blocked him, I just stood side on as he approached me face raging he threw a punch, I avoided it and brought him down with a roundhouse kick to his head.
"Yes dad I am gay, but for your feeble mind I am a puff, but for your information I am Peters puff" I said with confidence and no fear, that power he held over me has now been taken back, I am me I am strong he has no control over me.
"I filed an assault charge today, but asked them to hold off" I informed him, "Dad...sorry... Mr Lake, you are dead to me...as no doubt I am to you...I am going to apply to deed poll and have my Surname changed to Mums maiden name" I informed him, "So no reason to wreck you families so proud name" I said sarcastically
He stood up and walked sheepishly to his Landrover and climbed in and drove off at speed. "Proud of you" Peter kissed me
"Can I crash at your place tonight?" I asked.
"Sure, as long as you like" he replied and led me back to his dorm.
To be continued
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