What a father should be, chapter 11
Tre and Mike returned from the hospital lounge and saw an empty bed, with Blue in Zach's place. Mike rested his coffee on the beside table, before approaching the bathroom door.
"Do you think he's strong enough to go by himself yet?" Mike asked, listening at the door. Tre nodded, sitting down calmly.
"Tre, I don't hear anything." Mike said, knocking on the door. Tre got up and opened it, to find a blank room. Mike and Tre immediately looked at each other, panicking and searching the bathroom. Mike felt a wave of sickness as it hit him.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Tre... Tre... the address. The fucking address is gone and so is Zach." Mike started to fluster, and his hands shook as he ruthlessly searched the floor, not wanting to believe Zach could do something do stupid.
Within half an hour, Mike and Tre had run down to reception and rung the bell six times quickly. An annoyed looking lady appeared at the desk, frowning.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Have you seen a little boy, about... this high, brown eyes, blondish brown hair, kinda skinny... um... " Mike fumbled. A man behind them stood up and yelled out to them:
"Hey! Yeah! I saw a kid like that, he waved to me from a taxi!" Mike and Tre looked at each other and ran outside, dialing Billie on his cell phone. Mike threw the phone on the floor in frustration.
"ENGAGED! WHO THE FUCK WOULD BE CALLING HIM?!" he yelled.
Billie pulled his cell out of his pocket, as an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. Sipping a coffee he had brought in the recess of the case, Billie answered it.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Come home baby. You will never guess who's here." Billie's eyes immediately widened. That sounded so familiar, but it couldn't be Brad. Billie felt sick despite his doubt and tried to control his voice.
"Who... who's t-this?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Its your dear old daddy. With your dear new son. Listen for yourself." Brad held the receiver down to Zach's ear. Zach had his feet and wrists bound with ropes and Brad had already hit him three times. Zach was terrified and tried to lean into the receiver.
"I'm... s-sorry... " Zach whispered, spilling tears. Billie's own began to well, as he felt Zach's voice stammering with the fear Brad had hit into him so many times.
"I...I c-can't..." Zach squeaked, before Brad pulled the receiver away from him. Billie Joe's head spun and he sat his coffee on the bench.
"Come home and we'll have a little fun." Brad said, stroking Zach's head and making him quiver with fear.
"You fucking touch him and I'll kill you. Kill you." Billie croaked, ready to drop his coffee. His whole body was shaking as Brad laughed on the other end.
"Involve the police and I'll cut his throat. I've got the same knife I used on you right here." Brad snickered, as Billie felt both anger and terror flowing through his veins. Zach burst into tears, and Billie heard Brad hit him.
"STOP IT!" yelled Billie. People in the coffee shop turned and looked at Billie, who was crying.
"Come home." Brad said, hanging up the phone. Billie immediately ran out of the coffee shop and into his car, calling Mike and Tre and pleading them to stay out of it.
Meanwhile Brad knelt down in front of Zach. Zach tried not to look at him, as he held a cup up to Zach's lips.
"Oh... I love your daddy... drink this." He said, pushing the cup into Zach.
"No." Zach said boldly, looking into Brad's eyes with both fear and determination. He was sick of people exploiting him. Brad shoved the cup more harshly into Zach's lips.
"ONLY IDIOTS DRINK THAT!" he yelled, thinking of his father. He just wanted to stand up... he was sick of people towering over him. He was going to fight. But he soon realized he was too small and too young. Brad punched him harshly over his face, and poured a cup of straight bourbon down his six year old throat. Zach coughed and spluttered, and his eyes displayed the shock, the fear and the question of how someone could torture something so innocent. Brad hauled him by his neck and threw him on the couch.
"Don't you ever fucking talk back to me." He said, sliding Zach's shirt off.
"No... " Zach whispered, before feeling Brad's fist on his ribs. Everything was slowing down... the alcohol made the room spin, Brad's lips sting his skin. Zach's cried small, silent and painful tears as a man he barely knew tore his dignity to shreds on that couch.
Brad ruthlessly groped Zach, so rough and so harshly that Zach felt as though Brad's fingers were poisoning him.
"Don't hurt Billie... " he whispered, as he felt Brad holding his neck upwards to look him in the eyes. Zach saw the same ruthless glint his own father's possessed.
"You're both orphans because no one wants you. Billie doesn't want you. So shut up." Brad dropped Zach, and his words swirling in his head he fell into a hot, twisted state of mind... .
"Do you think he's strong enough to go by himself yet?" Mike asked, listening at the door. Tre nodded, sitting down calmly.
"Tre, I don't hear anything." Mike said, knocking on the door. Tre got up and opened it, to find a blank room. Mike and Tre immediately looked at each other, panicking and searching the bathroom. Mike felt a wave of sickness as it hit him.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Tre... Tre... the address. The fucking address is gone and so is Zach." Mike started to fluster, and his hands shook as he ruthlessly searched the floor, not wanting to believe Zach could do something do stupid.
Within half an hour, Mike and Tre had run down to reception and rung the bell six times quickly. An annoyed looking lady appeared at the desk, frowning.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Have you seen a little boy, about... this high, brown eyes, blondish brown hair, kinda skinny... um... " Mike fumbled. A man behind them stood up and yelled out to them:
"Hey! Yeah! I saw a kid like that, he waved to me from a taxi!" Mike and Tre looked at each other and ran outside, dialing Billie on his cell phone. Mike threw the phone on the floor in frustration.
"ENGAGED! WHO THE FUCK WOULD BE CALLING HIM?!" he yelled.
Billie pulled his cell out of his pocket, as an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. Sipping a coffee he had brought in the recess of the case, Billie answered it.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Come home baby. You will never guess who's here." Billie's eyes immediately widened. That sounded so familiar, but it couldn't be Brad. Billie felt sick despite his doubt and tried to control his voice.
"Who... who's t-this?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Its your dear old daddy. With your dear new son. Listen for yourself." Brad held the receiver down to Zach's ear. Zach had his feet and wrists bound with ropes and Brad had already hit him three times. Zach was terrified and tried to lean into the receiver.
"I'm... s-sorry... " Zach whispered, spilling tears. Billie's own began to well, as he felt Zach's voice stammering with the fear Brad had hit into him so many times.
"I...I c-can't..." Zach squeaked, before Brad pulled the receiver away from him. Billie Joe's head spun and he sat his coffee on the bench.
"Come home and we'll have a little fun." Brad said, stroking Zach's head and making him quiver with fear.
"You fucking touch him and I'll kill you. Kill you." Billie croaked, ready to drop his coffee. His whole body was shaking as Brad laughed on the other end.
"Involve the police and I'll cut his throat. I've got the same knife I used on you right here." Brad snickered, as Billie felt both anger and terror flowing through his veins. Zach burst into tears, and Billie heard Brad hit him.
"STOP IT!" yelled Billie. People in the coffee shop turned and looked at Billie, who was crying.
"Come home." Brad said, hanging up the phone. Billie immediately ran out of the coffee shop and into his car, calling Mike and Tre and pleading them to stay out of it.
Meanwhile Brad knelt down in front of Zach. Zach tried not to look at him, as he held a cup up to Zach's lips.
"Oh... I love your daddy... drink this." He said, pushing the cup into Zach.
"No." Zach said boldly, looking into Brad's eyes with both fear and determination. He was sick of people exploiting him. Brad shoved the cup more harshly into Zach's lips.
"ONLY IDIOTS DRINK THAT!" he yelled, thinking of his father. He just wanted to stand up... he was sick of people towering over him. He was going to fight. But he soon realized he was too small and too young. Brad punched him harshly over his face, and poured a cup of straight bourbon down his six year old throat. Zach coughed and spluttered, and his eyes displayed the shock, the fear and the question of how someone could torture something so innocent. Brad hauled him by his neck and threw him on the couch.
"Don't you ever fucking talk back to me." He said, sliding Zach's shirt off.
"No... " Zach whispered, before feeling Brad's fist on his ribs. Everything was slowing down... the alcohol made the room spin, Brad's lips sting his skin. Zach's cried small, silent and painful tears as a man he barely knew tore his dignity to shreds on that couch.
Brad ruthlessly groped Zach, so rough and so harshly that Zach felt as though Brad's fingers were poisoning him.
"Don't hurt Billie... " he whispered, as he felt Brad holding his neck upwards to look him in the eyes. Zach saw the same ruthless glint his own father's possessed.
"You're both orphans because no one wants you. Billie doesn't want you. So shut up." Brad dropped Zach, and his words swirling in his head he fell into a hot, twisted state of mind... .
