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The Guiding Star Chapter 4

Book By: Stu Irvine
Gay and lesbian



This is chapter 4. A short chapter written in a different narrative style. There is a murder of a young man in this chapter.Be warned


Submitted:Mar 13, 2010    Reads: 52    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Chapter 4
Less than half a mile from where John Watson lay on his bed contemplating the events of the day another teenage boy lay on a bed thinking about what was happening to him. His head hurting from the mixture of booze and drugs that the had forced him to drink. His body aching from the abuse in had received.
He shivered from the cold as the only protection his naked body had was a thin worn blanket.
He could hear the sound of crying coming from the room next door, mixed with this was the sound of men cheering and clapping. There had been another boy at the farmhouse when they bought him there.
He knew that the would be coming for him soon. that was the world that he was part off, but this was different, violence and pain wasn't part of what he had been part off. The people at the home had said it would be like the other times and that he would have money for it like all the other times and live would go on like the other times and he would still be the same person like all the other times.
He pulled himself out of the bed and shakily stood on his feet. The shivered as the cold air hit his skin. The weakness in his kneesthe pain inside his stomach, something warm and wet ran down the back of his legs. He touched the back of his leg and recoiled in horror as he saw the dark red blood drip from between his fingers.He knew that he had to get out of this place. His life depended on it. There was an old tee shirt lying on the paper strewn floor. It was covered in oil stains and was three sizes too big for him but it would offer some protection against the cold.
He walked as quietly as he could over to the bedroom window he opened it as quietly and peered out into the cold black night. The ground was about six feet away, not too far to lower himself down. Once there he could get lost in the darkness find another farm house or make it to a road and make it to safety. He didn't even know where he was. When the men in the car had picked him up from the home the had put a blindfold over his eyes so he couldn't see when he was going. The car had smelt of stale beer and ciggerates
He opened the window as far as it would go and pulled himself up on to the ledge. He looked down at the ground. From this position it looked even further away. He would count to three and then jump down, at that moment he head the bedroom door open and someone let go a surprised cry of anger. He quickly lowered himself forward and fell downwards. He heard the sound of ripping material as the baggy tee shirt caught on a hook hanging from the wall and was Instantly ripped from his body. He landed naked on the soft wet ground with a resounding thump. He felt pain shoot from his ankle and travel up his leg. He cried out in pain but he knew that he had to get up and try to keep moving. He ran as fast as he could, pain shooting through his body. The key was to keep moving and given the cold muddy ground this would be difficult. The farmhouse door banged open and the men stormed out. He heard the sound of raised voice as he made it to the open field.He could see the lights of an estate in the distance ahead down the slopping field, no more that five hundred yards away. He was moving faster now, the pain in his ankle had turned into a mild throbbingache.The voices were further behind him now growing softer and softer. Perhaps they had decided to let him go. This though ran through his brain with a kaleidoscopic swiftness, perhaps some one had been looking out for him after all. Perhaps there was a God after all.
He heard a bang behind him and felt something wiz past his left ear. What was that, A shot? Were they so angry that they wanted to shoot him….
He was getting close to the end of the field, not far to go now just a few more yards and he was safe.
He heard another bang and felt a sudden sharp pain strike him in the small of his back . He fell forward and struck the ground and flipped over and started to role down the riverbank. He cried out as he hit the freezing cold water. Another bolt of pain shot through his entire body. He cried out in the vain hope that someone might hear him and come to his rescue. He could see dark figures standing at the top of the riverbank. They were looking down at him. Immobile, waiting for him to try and move. All physical strength had left his body and he had lost the will to try and fight the desire to fall asleep. He thought that if he could just make it up to his feet he might be able to walk.
Some people in the Downshire estate have heard the two shots ring out. Like two muffled sounds cutting through the night sky. No one called the police. In Fact the police hardly ever came into the estate and if they did it was in great numbers. Four or five paddy wagons were needed. If fact crime on the estate was almost non existent, for it was known that if you engaged in anti social behaviour the local boot boys would put a bullet in your kneecaps or you would be told to move to another town. They were judge and Jury. No one crossed them. To cross them would mean death.
Curtains remained closed and no one went outside to investigate the sound. This was the way things were. This was the way it would always be.




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