Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2012 03:41:27 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bad days good days chapter 6

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Bad days...Good days

Story by

David Spowart

Chapter 6

I ran from the room, the reception for mobile phones were none existent
inside the hospital. "Where are you going" the police officer
shouted. "He's awake, I have to call his mother" I replied not looking back
for a response.

"Hello, Mrs Ross...He's awake...Peter's awake" I shouted, my heart
bursting, I have just won the lottery, my life is not over.

"Martin I'm on my way" and the line went dead.

Thirty minutes later Mrs Ross arrived at the hospital. "Traffic, impossible
to get moved" she moaned out, approaching me. "How is he?" she asked. "I
don't know, the doctors are still in with him, they told me to wait in
here" I responded. "We talked about how he was when he first woke up, just
over an hour ago. "Good so his memory is okay then" she asked, "He knew who
I was, so I suppose so" I replied.

"Brain damage, they were very concerned about that" she said, looking at
me. "Mrs Ross, he spoke to me, okay his voice was rough, but that I would
have expected, he asked me for water, so his mental functions seemed okay
to me, but again I am not a doctor" I replied.

"Sorry Martin, I know I must be getting on your nerves by now" she
apologised. "Mrs Ross, we are both stressed, he has been in here almost two
weeks, so yeah we must be getting on each other's nerves" I replied, but
letting her know it's just because of the situation not her.

"Mrs Ross, Peter is settled, he is a little groggy, so just take it easy
with him, we still have some tests to carry out, but they will wait until
this afternoon" the Doctor said walking into the family room. "Can we see
him" I asked, "Yes but don't overdo him, he needs his rest" he replied.

"Any permanent damage Doctor" Mrs Ross asked, "We will carry more tests out
later as I said, but from what I can see, from experience, he is very
lucky" he replied.

We walked back into his room and his face brightened, "Marty!" he tried to
shout. I walked over reached for his hand, the I,V in his other hand
prevented his mother from reaching for that hand, she leant over and kissed
his forehead, "How you feeling sweetie" she asked, he cringed at the
word. "Been better mam" Peter replied, "Stupid question, sorry" she
responded. "Marty what did they do to you" He asked, "Billy Lake ordered my
death" I responded with malice to my reply. "Your dad did what?" he
replied. "Peter please don't ever call him that again, okay" I replied, I
did not now or ever wish to be associated with that person.

"Sorry, that bad huh" he added. "an undercover officer saved me, if it was
someone else I would be floating down a river about now" I replied.

Peter squeezed my hand in assurance "And where is he now" he asked. "Oh
he's in custody, I have some information for the police, Billy should be
going away for quite some time, believe me" I added.

Peter began to look tired and we decided to leave him, "Get some sleep, we
will see you later today" I said leaning over kissing his lips, I missed
those lips. "Love you" Peter said to me as I was leaving. "Feelings mutual"
I replied smiling as his eyes began to drop.

I watched as he slept, happy knowing he was only asleep no longer fighting
to stay alive, no longer in a comatose state, "See you later Pete" no
response.

"You Look tired Martin" Mrs Ross commented, "Been a tough week" I
replied. "Look, I am going home, going to get some of my things before
anything else goes wrong" I said to her and she smiled then replied. "You
want a hand?" I shook my head, I knew that my dad...fuck!...Billy Lake had
disposed of most of my stuff, but I had things hid, things belonging to my
Mum, I had to get them.

Forty minutes later I am pulling into my old street, the police were still
at my old home, I walked up the pathway and talked to one of the officers
stationed outside the front door. "Can I help you sir" he asked me. "I am
Martin Lake, I live here" I replied. "Sorry sir its off limits until I am
told otherwise"

"Officer all want is to get some of mine and my mother's thing's, you can
burn my dad...fuck! Billy Lakes shit as far as I am concerned" I
responded. "Sorry sir, I am following orders" he replied, and just as I was
going to make a fuss a detective working on my ...Almost!  Billy's case
approached me.

"Mr Lake?" he asked. "Sorry Sarge, didn't know you were coming" the officer
stumbled out, "Yes I am Martin Lake, and you?" I asked eventually getting a
word in. "Detective Sargent Miles" he responded.

"What are you doing here, I thought you were at the hospital with your
friend" he asked. "He's resting, so I thought I would come and collect some
personal items, ones my dad...shit! Billy has not thrown away yet" I said
with some ill feeling towards the bastard.

"Where have you been stopping?" he asked me. "A friend has a sofa, I have
been sleeping there" I replied. "So what is the plan now" he enquired "Well
when Peter is fit and well we will discuss our options, but I am favouring
a transfer to either Manchester or Newcastle, both have great colleges" I
responded.

"Has Billy's lawyer been in touch yet" he asked. "No why would he, he will
be defending him on his charges" I replied. "He's been asking for you, he
has been here a couple of times since we cordoned off the house" he
added. "Here he gave me his card" he said, before handing me the white card
with

*James Lloyd, Solicitor and his telephone number*

I sat back in my car as I was refused entry to my home for the moment. I
opened my mobile phone and dialled the number on the card.

"Lloyd, Andrews, and Drew, Laura speaking how may I help?" she asked.

"Oh Laura, can I speak to James Lloyd, he asked me to call" I replied.

"And you are sir?" she asked.

"Oh Martin Lake" I replied.

"One moment please...putting you through" she added.

"James Lloyd" he spoke

"Yes Mr Lloyd, its Martin Lake" I replied.

"Martin, about time you returned my calls" he said.

"Mr Lloyd whatever you and my dad...fuck! Billy Lake have in mind you can
forget it, he deserves all he gets and then some.

"Martin I no longer represent your dad, when you had your Birthday I became
your legal representative as laid out in your mothers will" he said and I
was gob smacked.

"Mr Lloyd you have lost me, what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Can you come to the offices and I will explain everything, I have tried
for months to reach you but your dad fobs me off with bullshit, so can you
come and see me today?" he asked and I was interested in what he had to say
so I agreed to go to the office.

"Yes Mr Lloyd, how about now, I have things to do this afternoon but now is
fine" I asked. "Yeah what time do you have in mind?" I looked at my watch
and replied. "How is 11:30"

"Erm wait a second, ...yeah that will fly, see you at 11:30" and the line
went dead.

I drove back into Sheffield and drove to the offices of James Lloyd. I
walked up to the second floor and entered a plush looking set of offices,
representing the scum of society pays.

"Hello how can I help you" she asked the voice was a familiar one and I
noticed the name badge was Laura, and I reminded her that I called earlier
and she contacted James Lloyd and I took a seat and waited.

"Martin can you follow me" she asked as I stood back up. I followed her and
she knocked on a large oak door. "Come in" a booming voice responded. I
opened the door and sat behind the desk was the lawyer that had protected
my dad's...fuck! Billy's assets for a number of years.

"Martin take a seat" he asked. Pointing to an over stuffed chair, I sat
down and he came over and sat opposite me.

"First off, Martin I have not been a part of your dad's" I immediately cut
him off. "James, I can call you James can't I" I asked and he
nodded. "Please never if we are to become client and council, ever refer to
him as my dad, his name is Billy" I responded.

"The man tried to have me murdered for fuck sake" I added.

"Sorry Martin, I knew something was up when I went to your home, the police
would not elaborate, and there has been nothing on the local news" he
replied.

"He attacked my partner, kidnapped me, beat me stabbed him, then ordered
one of his goons to kill and dump me, but the goon turned out to be a
undercover policeman" I informed him. "That does not surprise me, not in
the slightest" James replied.

"Your dad...erm sorry, Billy was one of the shadiest people I have ever
represented, if it was not for your mother I would have stayed clear, but
she asked me to keep an eye out for you and her assets which a now yours"
James concluded.

"Assets what assets?" I asked.

"The two clubs, the house, they belong to you" he added. "What...no they
are his" I spat out. "Martin he does not own anything, the money was your
mothers parents money, she bought and ran the clubs, the house was your
grandparents and is now yours" he ended.

"What do you need me to do" I asked. "Instruct me to what you need me to
do" he replied. "What is the worth of my assets" I asked. "Okay all in told
just over 1.6milion before tax, approximately 1 million after everything is
sorted" he told me.

"Is that everything?" I asked now stunned at what he was telling me. "No
the house is worth a quarter of a million on its own" he replied.

"so what do you have in mind Martin?" he asked, a million questions
whirling around my head and nobody to answer them.

"Here I was told to give you this when I caught up with you" he handed me a
letter. "Who's this from?" I asked looking at him quizzically. "Your
Mother" he replied.

I sat for over twenty minutes reading a letter wrote by my mother for me,
she wrote this when she fell ill, she hoped that Billy would be a good dad,
she got that wrong. She promised me that she would not lie to me, and
mentioned a man called Terry Stokes, no reference to him, no mention of him
through my life.

"James who is Terrence Stokes?" I asked. "He used to be a friend of your
mothers before you were born, Billy did not like him. he was from what I
remember, your mothers best friend" James replied.

"I think he lives in Newcastle, Sunderland or somewhere up there anyway" he
responded. "Look on the back of the last page" James pointed out, it was a
telephone number, it says this is the last known number for him. "A friend
of Mums, I would like to meet him, find out about her when she was well" I
said to myself and James nodding.

"What do you need me to do Martin" he asked, and I wondered that myself,
one thing I do know Billy Lake is out of my life and soon I would have the
cash to make that happen.

"Sell everything James Sell it all, can you do that for me James?" I asked
looking at him for an answer. "If that's what you want, yes I can do that"
he replied. I took my mother's letter and left his office.

"Thank you James, I will be in touch" I said leaving his office.

I drove back to the hospital, still the things that have happened so far
today have me somewhat disorientated, lost for answers, perhaps this
Terrence could send some light my way. I walked back up to Peter's room and
walked in

"Hey You" I said looking at him sitting up and smiling at me.


To Be Continued...

Sorry for the delay guys, life got in the way. Hope you liked this chapter.
Comments as usual at davidspowart3@hotmail.com

David