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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
Also Known as just
David S
Chapter 4
"So you are the arsehole who does my dad's killing for him" I said with fear in my voice, "He hates the fact that I am gay and he gets a thug like you to kill me" I continued, I tried to show no fear but failed.
The huge man walked over to the door and watched as the man that raised me, or should I say dragged me up, drove away. My dad was happy to allow this man to murder me, well he has already killed Peter...Fuck! Peter I am so so sorry.
"Shut the fuck up" the man yelled as he walked into a side room, I waited and couldn't help but sob, and wonder why my dad hated the fact I was gay, what happened to unconditional love of your child.
The huge man walked out of the side room and dragged me out of the door, he dragged me into the open air, it was raining but he dragged me and threw me into the back of a van, and slammed the door shut. I could hear him start the engine, he was alone, and yeah I got it less witnesses less problems.
We drove for about ten minutes and pulled into somewhere dark, like an underground carpark. I heard the tyres screech and the door opened, I had readied myself for whatever my dad had instructed this Neanderthal to do.
The door opened I heard voices, they didn't sound angry and I heard a radio, I looked up and the man pulled me to my feet, he bent down and cut the binds from my hands. "Martin, I am Detective Robert Foulds, I have been undercover within your dad's organisation for just over a year" he said, I am sorry about your friend but I was only aware of this about an hour ago, he added, as a car approached.
"Hello Detective Littlewood" the Man said as Joan Littlewood climbed out of the car. "Hey Bob, thanks for the call, are you ok Martin" she asked and I just broke down and cried, I couldn't help it, the emotion of the day overwhelmed me, the death of Peter had just about ripped me apart and destroyed me.
"He killed Peter" I said just above a whisper, "My Dad killed Peter, he said he stabbed him" I added. "Martin I won't lie to you, he is in a pretty bad way, but he is fighting" she replied
"HE'S ALIVE!!" I yelled, and relief swept through me, "Yes Martin but critical" she added, "Did you hear your dad say he killed him" she asked and Detective Foulds responded. "Yes Joan, he said that while I was standing, we have enough to charge him, should we bring him in now" he added.
"Do you have evidence of him saying this, and do you have the tape with him ordering you to kill and dispose of Martin Lake's body" she asked, and Detective lifted up his shirt and removed a small device from the side of his body.
"Yeah arrest him, bring him in" she ordered him, "Bob get a search warrant I want his place stripped" she added.
"Detective...thank you!" I added, and the man left, nodding but saying nothing more as he left in the van.
"Peter?" I said looking at Joan Littlewood. "I need some information first Martin, but we will take you to see him okay, I need to get you checked out first" she told me.
"Anything you can tell me about your dads operation would help lock him away for a very long time" she asked and I responded. "Detective, can you please refer to him as Billy Lake, not my dad, he lost that title when he ordered my death, yeah I have some things to tell you, I have no loyalty to that man anymore" I said with no fear in my voice. "He thinks I am probably dead now anyway" I added.
"How bad is Peter hurt?" I returned to Peter's health. "Martin he was severely beaten, and yeah he was stabbed twice, and both deep, it's touch and go" she said in low voice. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I yelled out banging my hand off the door of her car.
"I think it is safe to say your dad--- sorry Billy Lake is not a nice man" she said, as we pulled into the carpark of the hospital.
"No he is not" I replied, as we walked toward the main entrance. We did not stop at the reception she walked us down several corridors and we came to I.C.U. a police officer was standing outside the door of a side room, we entered and I saw Peter surrounded by machines, and tubes coming from his body. A nurse was taking his vitals and she approached us and spoke to the detective.
"Has he shown any improvement" Detective Littlewood asked, "No none, the Doctor will be back in to assess his condition further tonight" she replied before leaving the room.
"Martin we will go and get you checked out, those bites need seeing to" she said looking at the multitude of Rat and mice bites on my face arms, and legs, you will need a shot for those at least" she added.
I stood and went with her to casualty, she explained to the duty nurse and I was taken away for treatment, about an hour later I was back sitting beside Peters bed, the colour was gone from his face, he looked grey and cold, the hatred for Billy Lake poured through me and I began to sob.
A few hours later Detective Littlewood returned informing me that there had been a problem when trying to arrest my dad. He refused to come quietly and ran into his office, he had returned a few seconds later brandishing a shotgun, he held the police at bay for over an hour before he shot and seriously wounded a young police officer, my dad received a shot to the shoulder and had been taken to a separate hospital, the Police officer is in a critical condition, and if my father recovers he was going away for a very long time.
"Do you want to see your dad" she asked, and I looked at her not believing what she had said. "Martin I know you don't want anything to do with him, it's just my reasoning for you to show up, he is under armed guard, for you to show him you survived, and I for one know that will piss him off" she smirked out.
"I don't want to leave Peter" I replied. "How is the officer" I asked with concern, "I don't know yet, he is in surgery" she replied.
"Martin you look exhausted you need to get some sleep" she insisted, "I can't leave him" I replied in a low voice. "At least sit in the arm chair, and try and rest, I will pop back in tomorrow morning, and if you change your mind regarding Billy Lake, let me know then, as I for one would love to see the smug look on his face vanish when he sees you" she said before she walked out of the room.
I looked down on the man I had fallen for, I loved him he knew my heart was his, okay it took me a while but hey, I had my dad to contend with, but that does not matter now. "You wake up and talk to me, you hear" I said softly stroking his forehead with tears falling down my face. "I love you Peter Ross, you hear me I Love you!"
I don't know how but I fell asleep and was only woken when a nurse came to check his vitals through the night. "Sir why don't you go home and rest" she said writing on a clip board. "No I am staying put until he wakes" I responded, and she smiled before leaving the room, I then realised I don't have a home.
I sat back down and took hold of Peter's hand and sobbed again, my dad had destroyed my life as I knew it. I looked up as I heard the door to the room open, I thought the nurse had returned. "Oh Martin, I didn't know Peter was in contact with you" Mrs Laura Ross asked.
"Ermm No we only just met again a few days ago" I replied. "Do you know what happened" His mother asked.
"My Dad...My Dad found out about me seeing him, he found us, he tried to attack us but Peter stopped him, but he came back the next day and...he took me to some disused warehouse, and he and some others took him to another place and beat him, and my dad stabbed him" I said and she held her hand to her mouth in shock.
"He ordered my death" I added, "Some undercover guy saved me" I told her about the Detective.
"But Martin your dad, I know he is capable, look what he did to us, but you are his blood, his son for god sake" she spat out, before focusing on Peter. "He tried to kill him" she said in a statement rather than a question.
"He believes Gays are a disease and he is the cure" I replied. "You?" she said looking at me. "Peter and I are lovers, we love each other" I replied.
"I guess that went down well, with big Billy Lake" she said. "Nope not really" I responded.
"Has he been arrested yet" she asked, and I explained what the Detective had said to me before she had to leave. "So he has destroyed yet more lives, do we know how the officer is yet" she asked, and I told her that he was in surgery a few hours ago and that's all I knew.
"Detective Littlewood thinks I should go and see my dad in hospital, just to show him I still live and he is going away for a very long time" I told her. "You should, she is right, show him you have lived despite his orders to the contrary" she added.
"Mrs Ross, I am so sorry for what he put you and your family through" I said holding Peter's hand. "Martin you are not responsible for that man's actions, he will pay for his crimes" she replied. And I just kept my eyes on Peter, his breathing was controlled by machines, fluids were being taken away by tubes he was being sustained by further tubes going into his veins, and again I sobbed in silence.
We sat for hours in silence; it was morning before she spoke again. "You want a drink" she asked, "I passed a vending machine on the way in" she added. "Tea, please" I croaked out, my throat parched.
"Peter, you wake up for me today...please I need you" I said after his mother had left the room, "Don't keep me waiting...please Peter" I said stroking his brow once more.
"Good morning Martin" Detective Littlewood said as she walked into the room, "Any change" she asked, and I shook my head. "The officer?" I asked, "He lost his right arm, I'm afraid" she replied, and the disgust for my dad just got deeper.
"We will be charging your father with at least 2 accounts of attempted murder and one of organising the death of another" she informed me.
Mrs Ross walked back into the room and I introduced her to the Detective. "Mrs Ross, this is Joan Littlewood, she's the Detective responsible for this case, Detective this is Peter's Mother" I said as the shook hands.
They spoke for a while as I concentrated on Peter, he had not moved for the eighteen hours I had sat there.
"Detective I want to see him, I want to see Billy Lake" I said just above a whisper. "Good, good decision" she replied and Mrs Ross nodding in agreement, I would not have left if I thought Peter was going to be alone, but his mother would be here.
"When can we go" I asked, "No time like the present" she responded.
It took over an hour through rush hour traffic to get to the other hospital on the other side of Sheffield, we parked up and she took me to a secure ward, several police officers were around some armed, well dad did shoot one of their own.
"He is restrained and an officer is stationed just outside the door, I will be in the room next door, there are cameras in the room and I will monitor the conversation in case he says something we can use, okay" and I nodded,
I opened the door to my dad's room and I saw him, his shoulder was strapped up and he looked in pain, good I thought to myself, I hope you are fucking suffering you sadistic bastard.
I walked over to him coming out of the light he sees me. "Why aren't you fucking dead" he yelled at me. "I only came here to let you know I am alive despite what you ordered my death" I spat out, and realised for the first time in my life he had no control.
"At least you puff of a boyfriend is dead, I saw to that" he smirked out. "No Billy he is not dead, yeah he is in a bad way but he is alive" I said out with a smile on my face. "I am going to tell them everything I know about you Billy, where you did business, the drugs, and your books, yeah dad, I know exactly where you keep your books" I said with a smile.
"Oh and dad, I have a good memory as well, I know what happened to Angelo Detoroe, but you were my dad, you took care of me, or so I thought, you had that club owner...how did you put it...o yeah taken care of" I spat out with so much hate I could taste blood.
"I should have killed you myself" he yelled at me. "So Murder of Angelo, attempted murder of Peter and the young officer, and the organised murder of me, your fucking son!" I screamed at him, his face red with anger.
"Long time, you will be away for a long time" I yelled at him.
"You are no son of mine you fucking puff!" he screamed at me. "Billy I could not agree with you more" I replied as I walked out of the door, with a sense of satisfaction, to me my dad died a long time ago, a son should not have to fear a parent, not one as sadistic as Billy Lake.
I left his room, no longer shaking, had a short conversation with the Detective, who assured me they had enough on him to lock him up until he was a very old man, the information I had on Angelo would be helpful. I didn't know all the details but enough to send them looking in the right direction.
I left this Hospital and headed back to the other Hospital hoping my future was still alive. Hoping Peter would pull through...
To be continued...
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