Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 22:33:49 EDT
From: Gryffindor6698@aol.com
Subject: City Of Dreams - Chapter Ten

The following is a complete work of fiction.
Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is
completely coincidental.  Please do not copy or distribute the story
without the author's permission.

This is my first attempt at writing.  I would appreciate feedback on what
you think of the story, but please keep it constructive.  I have a fragile
ego. LOL

Disclaimer:
The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting
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Thank you so much to everyone that has written to me!!!  I really
appreciate all the feedback, and I hope y'all keep sending me your thoughts
on the story.  If anyone is interested there is now a yahoo group for the
story.  It can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/City-Of-Dreams.
And thank you to Sara for suggesting the idea!  I would be lost without
your guidance and encouraging words.  You are an angel!

Previously:

"Guys!  Get in here now!"  Sara yelled from the living room.

We raced into the living room to see what she was yelling about.

"The cops are on their way.  When I picked up the phone to call there was a
message on the machine.  Listen."

She leaned over and pushed play.

"Hello son.  I am sure by now you have found the little present I left you.
I had to take matters into my own hands.  You obviously weren't going to
listen to me.  I had to get the filth away from you.  You had to see that
he was using you.  So I've taken your boy toy.  He's mine to play with now.
He's a dirty faggot and a piece of shit.  He needs to be taught a lesson."
I could hear the sound of something being hit.  I then heard a voice cry
out in pain.  It was Miah! "The little faggot is fine for now, but I need
to take care of the problem.  Don't worry son.  You won't have to worry
about him using you anymore.  Daddy will fix it.  Daddy will fix
everything."

Tears were pouring down my face. I can't believe this is happening.  I
thought the message was over, but then I heard Miah in the background.

"I love you Bailey.  I love you!"

We then heard him scream in intense pain.

"SHUT UP FAGGOT.  It's over.  It's all over for you!"  I heard my father
scream.

The answering machine beeped and the message ended.

Gina, Austin, and Sara all had tears running down their faces.  I sat down
on the couch in shock.  How could he do this?  How could he take Miah away
from me?

"We have to find him.  I don't care how we do it, but we have to fucking
find him."

They all looked at me and nodded.  This is the worst moment of my life.  He
can't die.  Oh God I can't even think like that.  I need him.  He can't
leave me.  He is my entire life.  I will NOT let this happen. I WILL FIND
HIM.

Chapter Ten

I awoke to one of the most intense feelings of pain I have ever experienced
in my life.  The room was pitch black and I couldn't see a damn thing.  I
soon realized that I wasn't able to move either.  I was face down on a
really hard surface.  My arms and legs were tied in spread-eagled
positions, and I was naked.  What the fuck was going on?  I tried to move
and felt an even more intense pain in my side.  The right side of my body
burned and felt like it was sticking to whatever I was lying on.  Suddenly
everything came rushing back to me.  Blood.  I was bleeding.  Bailey's
insane father had ransacked the apartment and while I was trying to get
away from him he had sliced me in my right side with one of the knives from
the kitchen.  I took a deep breath and gulped.  Ok Miah.  Be calm.  I have
to think of a way to get out of here.  Just as I was trying to collect my
thoughts a door in the room opened.  I was tied down facing the door and
the light that spilled into the room hurt my eyes.  I blinked a few times
and looked up again.  I expected to see Bailey's father standing there, but
instead I could make out two shadows filling the now open doorway.  I could
see something in one of their hands.  It looked like a long piece of rope.

"Ahhh I see our little friend has woken up finally."

The evil sound of Bailey's father made my stomach roll and I wanted to
throw up.  It was the second voice that surprised me because it was a voice
I never expected to hear again.

"It looks like we will be able to have some fun tonight Mr. Masters."

The two figures walked towards me. Bailey's father turned on the light in
the room.  I could now see that they had tied me to a steel tabletop.  I
could also see the piece of rope the other guy was holding was actually a
whip.  The other man squatted down so we were at eye level with each other.
His hand reached out and grabbed onto my hair.  He yanked my head back.  I
gathered my courage and spit in his face.  I felt the crack of the whip on
my back before I heard it.

"You dirty little faggot.  Is that any way to treat your father?"

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Gina's Point Of View

It took those damn cops almost three hours to check out the apartment and
get all the information they needed.  Now don't get me wrong, I am thankful
that the police showed up so quickly.  I knew that the four of us needed
some time to pull ourselves together and having to answer the countless
questions the cops had were driving me insane.  I mean how many times did
they have to ask the same question?

We had to pull together soon because I could see the tension of the
situation was getting to us.  Thankfully the cops were packing up their
shit and on their way out.

"Ok guys," I started. "We need to figure out a game plan."

"This isn't one of your little schemes Gina.  So quit acting like
everything is going to be ok!"

I could hear the anger building in Bailey's voice.  I understood him being
upset.  We were all fucking upset.  I love Miah just as much as he does,
but obviously in a different way.

"We have to do something Bailey.  We can..."

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up?  Didn't you see the bedroom you
stupid bitch??  That his blood!  The cops said that there isn't a good
chance of anyone losing that amount of blood and surviving.  Weren't you
even fucking listening to anything you stupid..."

SLAP!

Oh yes I did!  I hauled off and gave Bailey one of my meter maid, I mean
person, bitch slap specials.  I knew he didn't mean what he was saying, but
he had to calm down.  We were not helping Miah out at all by just going at
each other.  From the looks on Austin and Sarah's faces you would have
sworn I hit them.  Bailey looked even more shocked than they did.  He took
a step towards me.

"Bailey..."

He cut off what I was about to say by grabbing me and crushing me to his
chest in what had to be the biggest hug of my life.  I could feel his body
start to tremble and the floodgates opened again.

"Gina..."

It was difficult to hear him through the sobs that were coursing through
his body.

"I am so sorry.  I am just going crazy.  I think I am having some type of
fucking breakdown.  You were totally right to pound me.  I just can't
think.  I don't even know what to think.  All I know is that I CAN'T LOSE
HIM.  Not again.  I loved him for years and then finally got him back, and
once again my father ruins everything.  Only this time he may have ruined
things for good.  I don't want Miah to...."

I knew what he was going to say.  It was a thought that had crossed all of
our minds.  None of us wanted Miah to...die.  Bailey started to collapse
against me and I knew we were both going to end up hitting the floor.
Austin saved the day though by grabbing onto Bailey.  Bailey clung to him
and Austin sat him down on the couch.  He wrapped his arms around Bailey
and just rocked back and forth a bit.  Austin was murmuring something to
Bailey that I couldn't hear.  Whatever it was though seemed to calm B down.
I lit up a cigarette and sat down on one of the ruined couches next to
Sara.

"Sara hand me the phone."

Everyone looked at me.

"Who are you gonna call?" Bailey asked.

"Fucking Ghostbusters."  I said and stuck out my tongue.

He laughed.  Thank God he laughed.  I needed to keep an eye on him.  I had
to try and keep his spirits up along with his hope.  Sara handed me the
phone.

"Y'all don't call me Nancy Drew for nothing.  Let me work my magic."

They all looked at me curiously.  I've lived in the city my whole life and
since the age of 16 I've been working.  I've worked at practically every
major hotel or club here.  I had a nice ass list of contacts that could
practically find out anything, and it was time to call in some favors.  It
took about three phone calls before I found anything out.  Finally on the
fourth call I got the information I was looking for, but I had to admit it
wasn't what I expected.  That scared me most of all.

"Thank so much buddy!  I owe you one definitely!"

I hung up the phone and all of them looked at me expectantly.

"Well what did you find out?" Austin asked.

"They are staying at the Hilton."

"Ok..." Bailey looked confused. "But what do you mean they?"

"The room isn't registered under your father's name Bailey."

All of their eyebrows rose up.

"Then who is it registered under G?"  Bailey asked.

"The room is registered under the name Wilson Summers."

Bailey's eyes widened in shock, but Austin and Sara looked at me
questioningly.

"Who the fuck is..."

Bailey cut Austin off.  The grim look on his face told us just how serious
this was becoming.

"Wilson Summers is Miah's father."

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"Did you really think you could get away from me you little bastard?"  My
father said as I felt the whip slashing against my back.

I didn't answer him.  In fact I was making every attempt to not even cry
out from the burning fire I felt rolling over my back.  I hurt so badly.  I
knew though that no skin had been broken.  Yet.

"Answer me when I talk to you BITCH!"

I felt his hand connected roughly with the back of my head.  He continue to
scream and yell at me, but I still refused to answer him.  Bill, Bailey's
father, punched me across the face.  I could feel my lip start to swell and
I tasted blood.

"Answer your father you filthy cock sucker!"

Bill was yelling directly in my face.

"FUCK YOU BOTH!"  I screamed as I spit in his face.

He jerked back wiping his hand against his face.  As he pulled his hand
back he could see my blood all over it.

"You dirty mother..."

Bill lunged at me, but my father stopped him.  "Settle down Bill.  Jeremiah
has always been a rude and difficult child.  There is only one way to deal
with him when he gets like that.  He needs some love."

My eyes widened in fear.  NO.  He will NOT put me through this again.  I
couldn't stop the tears that started to well up in my eyes as I heard my
father taking off his pants.

"He needs to be cleansed with the love of his father.  That will bring him
back from his evil ways."

My body shuddered as I felt my father climb onto the table behind me.  I
had to stop this.  I had to figure out something.  He WILL NOT touch me
again.

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Bailey's Point Of View

Normally I would say that Gina's schemes are way out there and would never
work, but this time the girl was brilliant!  Austin and I were waiting
outside in the hotel's parking lot.  Gina and Sara went in to get some
information.  It seems that Gina was able to get a hold of two maids'
uniforms and planned on getting into the room to investigate.  If this
worked I will owe her forever!  We knew the cops couldn't use the
information about Miah's dad since we know my father is involved.  We would
need something that would connect the two of them together.  And I didn't
want to have to explain Miah's past to anyone.  That is his business, and I
know he doesn't want anyone to know.  In fact there are things he still
hasn't talked to me about, but I know he will once he feels he is able to.

"What is taking them so long?"

Austin's voice brought me back to reality.

"Well you are dating Nancy Drew.  She is probably taking finger prints off
of the glasses that might be there."

We both chuckled.  We all make jokes about Gina, but she is probably the
core person in our group.  She is always there for all of us.  Gina keeps
our spirits up and makes sure no one is hurting.  If it weren't for her we
wouldn't have any information to go on.  I thank my lucky stars to have her
in my life.

"Here they come."  Austin said as he pointed out the window.  Gina and Sara
came rushing over to the car with smiles and they didn't look happy at all.

"So did you find anything?" I asked.

Gina and Sara hopped into the backseat.  Gina lit up a smoke and started to
give us the run down.

"At first we couldn't find anything at all.  It's obvious that they really
aren't staying in the hotel."

"Then where are they at?" I asked interrupting her.

"Let Nancy finish her run down."  Austin said with a grin.

"Gee thanks Ned."  Gina added with a laugh. "I didn't think we would figure
it out, but I found this phone number on a notepad by the bed."

"Whose number is it?" I asked interrupting her yet again.

"Bailey you are lucky that this is a desperate time or I wouldn't tell you.
So let me talk damn it!"  Gina said, but she was smiling.  "I called my
friend at the phone company and found out whose number it was."

"Who?"  Austin and I asked at the same time.

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I could feel the weight of my father on my back and knew that I had to do
something, but what?  I was tied to the table and couldn't get up.  Wait a
minute!  If I couldn't move then maybe....I just hope this works.  It has
to work.  I will NOT let him use me again.  I screamed as loud as possible
and with every once of strength I had I threw my body towards the side of
the table.  I knew I couldn't break through the ropes that held me, but
this just might work.  As my body weight shifted I felt my father slip off
the side of the table, and as he did he grabbed onto me for support pulling
me with him.  YES!  The table tipped over with us.  We hit the ground in a
loud crash.  I could hear Bill and my father both cursing.  Just as my
father stood up and Bill came towards me the door banged open again to
reveal a third person in this twisted plot.

"What the fuck is going on down here?  And why are your pants off Wilson?
You didn't tell me that this was what you were planning on!"

I looked up at the person in shock.  I couldn't believe it. I was barely
able to even mutter their name.

"Jeff."

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Bailey's Point Of View

"I knew we should have broke that mother fucker's legs when we had the
chance!  How the fuck did they find him?"  I raged.

"Well B that was my second call." Gina said.

"What do you mean honey?" Austin asked.

"I called Diversity.  Gen is working tonight.  She saw two new guys lurking
around the bar yesterday and saw them talking to Jeff.  Somehow they lucked
out and stumbled upon him.  Gen said they chatted for about 10 minutes and
then left.  That was yesterday."

"Damn it!  I wish Miah had worked last night. He would have recognized them
instantly.  Then maybe he would have been safe.  We could have kept an eye
out.  We..."

Gina interrupted me.

"We are NOT going to play the 'what if' game Bailey.  We can't control what
has happened.  All we can do is try and fix what is going on.  Your dad
must have gone back to the hotel last night and talked to Wilson.  That's
probably how they ended up at the club."

"You're right G.  Thanks." I said sincerely.  "So what's the game plan
now?"

"Well I got the address to Jeff's place.  So I say we head over there."

"That's a good plan Gina, but what are we going to do?  Rush in there with
our bare hands like we are the A-Team or something?"  Austin
asked. "Shouldn't we contact the police?"

"That would take too long Aust.  Gina is right.  If we called the cops we
would have to explain everything and how we got the information.  I don't
care what we have to use, but we are getting Miah out of there right now."

"I second that Bailey!" Gina added.  "And it's a good thing we are in my
car."

"Why is that G?" Sara asked.

"Cause I have some baseball bats in the trunk."

"Do you play softball or something?"

"No.  Why?"  Gina replied with a grin.

"I am not even going to ask whose windshield you were planning to use those
bats on G."  I said and laughed.

"Bailey you already know me all to well."

"Let's fucking roll team."

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"You said all we were going to do was rough him up and scare him.  You
didn't say anything about raping him or whipping him like that!  You sick
fucks."  Jeff screamed at the other two men.

"Shut up your fucking pansy.  We are going to deal with you right after we
are done with my son.  We just needed your house, not you."

Bill came up behind Jeff as my father, or should I say sperm donor, was
talking to him.  I couldn't even open my mouth to warn him.  Bill knocked
in him in the back of the head and Jeff passed out.

"Well, well, well son.  It looks like your time has ended.  You won't be
cleansed before you die, but it really doesn't matter.  You are going to
rot in hell either way."

They untied me from the table.  I tried to fight back, but it was futile.
There were two of them and only one of me.  I was forced to sit down on the
floor and they tied me back to back with the now unconscious Jeff.  The
ropes were so tight I could feel them cutting against my bare skin.  I
didn't know what was in store for me, but I was to soon find out.

Bill left what had to be Jeff's basement and came back a few minutes later
with a can of gasoline.  My eyes widened in shock.  Bill took the can and
poured it around the basement and then in a circle around Jeff and I.  I
thought he was finished, but he then dumped the remaining contents over the
two of us.  I wanted to throw up as some of the shit got in my mouth.

"You cast some type of spell over my son and turned him to a fag.  So I
thought it was only fitting that you be burned alive, just like the nasty
witches in Salem.  I would tell you to pray for help, but God has already
turned his back on you.  You are certainly a pathetic piece of shit."

"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!"

My father punched in the side of my head and I could feel the room begin to
spin.  I couldn't get my eyes to focus at all.  I couldn't lose conscious.
I couldn't!  A sound echoed in the room and that brought everything back
into focus.  It was the sound of a match being lit.  My head snapped to
where Bill was standing.  He was grinning like a madman.

"Like a moth to the flame, you'll be burned by the fire."

Bill and my father started cackling as the match dropped.

The sound that echoed in my ears chilled me to the bone.  It was a great
whooshing sound.  The fire shot up from the floor.

"Goodbye son.  Burn in hell."

The two men left and I was already starting to feel dizzy from the smoke
that was quickly filling the room.  I could see the fire start to swell in
the corner of the basement.  When Bill was pouring the gasoline he had made
a line towards that corner.  I stared at the corner to see what was there.
My eyes focused only for a second because of the smoke, but a second was
all that I needed.  I couldn't help the sob that ripped through my body.  I
knew what the object in the corner was.  It was Jeff's gas meter.  If the
fire hit that then house was going to be going up like a rocket.  Oh God
this can't be happening.  I couldn't help but start to cough as the thick
black smoke filled the room.  I had one last thought before the smoke
overtook me.  I love you Bailey.

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Bailey's Point Of View

I was going about 80 miles an hour down the side streets trying to get to
Jeff's house as quickly as possible.  That weird feeling started to settle
in the pit of my stomach again.  I caught Gina's eyes in the rearview
mirror.  Her face echoed the concern I was feeling.

"Bailey you have to go faster.  Something bad is happening."

I could see the tears building up in her eyes and I knew I was on the brink
of crying myself.

"I know G.  I know."

We pulled up to the house and we immediately jumped out of the car.  I
popped the trunk and Austin and I grabbed the two aluminum bats that were
there.  We turned and started towards the house.  Before we could even take
two more steps we were all thrown backwards as an explosion roared through
the night.  I looked up the find the house completely engulfed in flames.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

I pulled myself to my feet and started towards the house, but Austin
grabbed me and held me back.

"Bailey you can't go in there.  I want to go in just as badly as you do,
but look at the house.  The entire first floor is engulfed in flames.
There is no way we can get inside."

I could hear Gina and Sara screaming the background.  I also heard sirens.
A lot of sirens.  I collapsed to the ground.  My body shaking with gut
wrenching sobs.  Gina came over and practically fell on top of me.  We
clung to each other.  Sara and Austin joined us.  Tears streaming down all
of our faces.

It took the fireman 3 hours to put out the blaze.  We never left the
positions we were in.  The cops showed up and luckily Austin explained
everything to them. They tried to consol us, but it didn't work.  Gina
looked at me.

"Fuck this Bailey.  We don't even know he was in the house.  He could be
anywhere.  We're not even sure that they brought him here and..."

Gina kept rambling on and on.  Eventually sobs overtook her as well and she
collapsed onto me again.  This isn't happening.  Gina could be right.  He
probably wasn't even here, but if he isn't here then how are we going to
find him?

"Gina you may be right.  I mean is Nancy Drew ever wrong?  He might not
have been there.  We just have to back to square one and..."

I was interrupted as the detective on the scene came up to us.

"Excuse me folks.  I am really sorry to interrupt, but I know you think one
of your friends may have been in the house.  A fireman found this with one
of the..."

Gina's head snapped up.

"One?  How many.... bodies were there?"

The detective looked a bit uncomfortable.

"There were two ma'am.  This was found on one of them."

He held out his hand and everything stopped.  I couldn't breath.  I
couldn't speak.  I started to feel very dizzy.  I shock my head back and
forth.  I refused to believe it. It can't be true.  I reached over and
picked up the object the detective was offering.  It was the ring that I
gave Miah.  It was his ring.  Oh my God.  Was.  Was.  Was his ring.  My
chest tightened and I couldn't stop the sobs that once again overtook me.

"NOOOOOOOOO"

I locked eyes with Gina and could see the anguish that was written all over
her face.  I could hear Austin and Sara sobbing next to us.

"Bailey....it can't....he can't be....I...."

Gina was as incoherent as I was.

"I know Gina....I can't live without him...why....he can't be gone."

I felt Gina's arms wrap tight around me as her body shock with emotion.  I
saw Sara and Austin come up behind her and they wrapped their arms around
us as well.  We were all sobbing and holding onto each other for dear life.
This can't be happening.  This isn't fair.  I was supposed to grow old with
Miah.  What about kids? We hadn't even talked about if we would have kids
or not.  I was pulled out of my shock by a tap on my shoulder.  Can't the
damn detective leave us alone?  Can't he see what we are fucking going
through.  He kept tapping my shoulder.

"Leave me the fuck alone asshole! Can't you see we are in pain?"  I yelled
over my shoulder.

"I'll leave you alone, but first you better give me my ring back Bailey."

That voice!  It can't be!  Gina's head snapped up and her eyes went wide
with shock.

"Miah..." I heard her whisper.

I spun around as quickly as my body would allow.  Standing before me was
Miah.  He was wrapped up in a blanket, but I could tell he was naked.  He
was covered in smoke from the fire and I could see the blood on his face.

"Miah...Baby....is that you?" I could barely talk.  Sobs still shock
through my body.

"Oh Bailey..."

Miah grabbed me and pulled me against him.  His lips crashed against mine
and he forced his tongue in my mouth.  I grabbed him against me so tight.
I am never letting go of him.  NEVER.  Even though he reeked of the smoke I
didn't care.  Nothing ever tasted as sweet as the kiss we had standing on
the street.

"Bailey I love you.  I didn't think I was going to make it, and all I could
think of was getting to you, but I couldn't and..."

Miah completely broke down.  He started to collapse and I reached down
putting my arm behind his knees and scooped him up into my arms.  I cradled
him against my chest.  I held him tight and kissed his face over and over
again.

"You're ok now.  I got ya buddy.  I'm here."

His head snapped up as I murmured those words to him.  The biggest smile
broke across his face.  He leaned up and kissed me again.

"I love you Bailey."

"I love you to Miah.  I'll never let you go."

Miah snuggled up against my body.  I could feel the other three grab onto
us forming a huge group hug.

"Give me your hand Miah."

He put his left hand down by his knees where my arm was holding him up.  I
gently eased the ring back onto his finger.

"I'm not just giving you back the ring, I am giving you back my heart."

Miah looked up at me.

"You can't give me back your heart Bailey."

"Why is that?"

He leaned his face in close to mine.

"Because I never let it go."

Our lips met again.  Thank God he is ok.  If he had died in that fire then
my life would be over because Miah IS my life.  I pulled him tighter
against me.  I could feel his face rub up against my neck.

"You ready to go home Miah?"  I felt his arms squeeze around me and he
gazed up into my eyes.  I could see the tears running down his cheeks.

"I already am home Bailey."

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Ok that is it for chapter ten! I hope y'all enjoyed this one.  Honestly
y'all dodged a bullet in this chapter.  I was going to end it with Bailey
getting the ring back, but I just couldn't leave you all hanging like that.
Not this time at least! Hehhehehee There is a LOT more to come!  There is a
wedding to plan, and I have a few big surprises up my sleeve.  You know
that I love hearing from all of you, so keep the emails coming!  You can
send it directly to Gryffindor6698@aol.com or you can check out the yahoo
group that is now up and running for the story at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/City-Of-Dreams.  And if you email directly
please remember to mention the story in the subject line.  Until next time
everyone!!!!

Michael

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