Chapter 6: Are You Ok With That

‘I went cold, but then his dad asked, ‘You wouldn’t be daft enough to report us, would you?’ ‘They were the first words he’d said to me.’ ‘Would you really want to stand up in court and tell everyone what you’ve just done.’ Then he continued, ‘We would of course say you volunteered to do it for us, and it would be two of us against one.’

‘I couldn’t,’ I said, ‘I’d be far too embarrassed to tell that to anyone. I even feel embarrassed just remembering it myself.’ Which was true, I’ve never ever thought I would ever tell a soul. He smiled at Lewis as he said that. ‘It’s ok son,’ Alberts dad told him, ‘You can let him go, but keep an eye on him.’ Then he left.’

‘Albert started undoing me. ‘You’re lucky my dad believed you,’ he told me. ‘But my pals and I will be watching you just the same. Any sign you’re going to be silly enough to report us and you die. Very, very, slowly.’ he added.’

‘I couldn’t imagine every admitting to anyone what has just happened to me.’ I told him. He must have believed me because he told me to get dressed and go. He just walked out and left me to it.’

‘What happened next?’ Lewis asked. ‘I left and went home,’ Larry said. ‘I was so relieved to have escaped. I had a long soak in the bath and wondered if perhaps I should tell someone. Then the thought of having to actually describe what they had done to me in front of other people was enough to squash that idea. After that I withdrew into my shell even more.’

‘That night I went to bed with my bum still sore and my insides still stinging. I had a nightmare in which I was back in the garage doing it all again. I woke up in a cold sweat. Then the next day my bum was no longer sore, and the stinging had almost gone.’

‘As the months went on, I became more and more depressed. Albert went to a different school, so I was able to avoid him. I stopped mixing with anyone else in or out of school. Even Jeffery had a struggle to keep with me, I became even more withdrawn than ever.’

‘I had lots of time off school and was put on all sorts of medication, some of which made me zombie like. Then towards the end of my last year at school, I was still having nightmares and it all got too much for me, I decided to end it all.’

‘Having decided I wanted to die, the next thing to decide was how. I was, and still am a coward. I saw death as a welcome release, but actually dying was another matter completely. After all some deaths are very painful.’

‘I had been put on several anti-depression tablets, all of which the doctor had stressed were dangerous if the dose was exceeded. Mum kept them in the kitchen cabinet and dispensed them to me at the required times. Even with my depression, no one had any thoughts that I might take such extreme action.’

‘A few weeks later, I stopped off school on the Monday. Something I often did if I’d felt down over the weekend. Dad had gone to work, and mum went out shopping. I knew it would be at least lunchtime before she returned.’

‘Five minutes after she’d gone, I went to the cupboard and took the two tubs of tablets. I’d never looked at them closely before with mum giving the tablets to me each day. There were only five tablets in each tub. I’d expected more, but as I’d decided today was the day, I was going to go through with it.’

‘I took all the tablets up to my bedroom with a glass of water. I lay on my bed and took all the tablets, one after the other. I felt more at peace than I had done since before it all happened, I knew it was going to end right now. There would be no more nightmares, no more bad memories.’

‘Half an hour later I was still lying there without any effect that I could discern. ‘So, I put my headphones on and listened to my favourite music. The next thing I remember I was dreaming that there were people all around my bed, and someone was trying to push something down my throat.’

‘I felt uncomfortable and frightened but had no energy to move or object. It seemed to go on for ages. My stomach felt as if it was filling up to bursting point and then going down again. That seemed to keep happening. It wasn’t at all the peaceful fading away that I had planned.’

‘Then all that must have faded away because the next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed, feeling sick. Mum was sitting one side and dad the other, each holding one of my hands. As I opened my eyes and smiled to see them, my mum burst into tears.’

‘I felt terrible, I hadn’t given a thought to the affect my death would have on them. Dad told me mum had returned from the shops and started putting her shopping away. She had spotted the tablet boxes out and empty. Rushing upstairs she couldn’t rouse me and rang for an ambulance. The hospital had pumped out my stomach which was all the unpleasant tubes down my throat. And the people around my bed I thought I’d imagined.’

‘The three of us hugged and we were all crying. I apologised to mum and dad and told them I had been very selfish. I promised them I would never do anything like that again. They both told me I was their son, and they loved me no matter what.’

‘Before I came out of hospital, I had to see various psychiatrists and doctors. I managed not to reveal anything of what had happened. But I think I convinced them I was no longer a suicide risk, so I was soon allowed home. I noticed that mum now kept my medication under lock and key, but apart from that, things went on as before.’

‘As the end of school was near, it was decided that I wouldn’t go back. The Doctor said I wasn’t fit to hold down a job, so I stayed at home. I did chores around the house and helped mum prepare meals. Occasionally I’d go out shopping with her, but I was always terrified we’d meet Albert.’

‘I settled into my new way of life, and everything was ok apart from the constant nightmares. When we went away on holiday a couple of times, it was great. I felt safe from bumping into Albert, but I took the nightmares with me.’

‘Then out of the blue your message arrived. I panicked at the idea that someone else knew about it, but I felt so relieved that Albert had gone. Then I decided from your message that you seemed nice, so I replied. I was terrified of meeting you, but once we were sitting around the table having a coffee a faint feeling of hope started to go through me.

‘As this evening has gone on, I’ve felt more and more relaxed, much happier and that faint feeling of hope now feels like a certainty.’ Lewis smiled at him. ‘I’m sure it will be a certainty,’ Lewis told him, ‘But you have a few decisions to make first.’

‘Thank you for telling me all the things you have done,’ Lewis said. ‘With everything you have done tonight, plus all you’ve told me, we are now friends for life. I’ll always be there for you in future. Before we solve your problems, let me give you some information.’

‘First Albert. He attacked a number of people and killed two that we know about. If you hadn’t convinced him of your embarrassment, you would probably have died in his garage.’

‘Recently, Albert attacked another fourteen-year-old and was killed in the process. I was there when he was dying, and he gave me some names and body locations. I have since come to believe that there were others he didn’t mention.’

‘From what I’ve learned since, although Alberts dad was equally to blame, I believe that Albert was the driving factor and the killer. Even so I will be trying to get him convicted or dealt with.’

‘What you experienced in the garage could have been worse. The pain you felt in your bum was due to two things. First Alberts cock was a bigger diameter than your bum, so your bum had to stretch to take it. Because Albert used no lubrication his dry cock scratched your insides. It was his cum going into those scratches that gave you the stinging.’

‘However, other people have suffered much worse when Albert went into them first. Because his dad went into your bum first, his tiny cock caused you no pain. His cum would have lined some of your insides. As a result, when Albert charged in with his much bigger cock, his dads cum would have lubricated you a little.’