Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2012 12:18:35 +0100
From: Gary Davies <justdave68@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Bad days good days chapter 4

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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...

Please let me know what you think so far davidspowart3@hotmail.com

David