Tests of Friendship, Chapter Seven:
By AD
Intro:
Yikes, I say this every time, but it seems true, chapter seven already, approx. 43000
words. Not quite challenging JM yet though, whos whole story of Brian and
Justin and Just Beginning total just shy of half a million.
This chapter is slightly shorter than usual, but there is a reason for that. The next
chapter might be shorter still, it depends. Anyway, enjoy the story.
Usual legal stuff applies as listed in all previous chapters. Dont read if youre
not supposed to, and this story is fictional. The story is copyrighted to me, with
publication rights to Nifty.
Anyway, on with the story. Thanks for your emails, well see how I develop the
epilepsy thing! Oh yeah, sorry about the lateness of this chapter, it wasn't
my fault, honest! School's now started, and I've had a lot more work to do.
Anyway, on with the show.
Chapter Seven:
I woke first the following morning. I still hadnt seen the very grumpy side of
Justin since I shared a room with him. Even JC told me he was usually grumpy in the
morning. I just laid in his arms for a while, until I decided it was time to get up.
I started sucking on Justins neck, making him moan softly.
"Thats a nice way to wake up in the mornings." Justin said smiling.
He pulled me in and gave me a quick kiss before getting up.
"Wheres this grumpy side of you youre supposed to have in the
mornings?"
"Its disappeared since you were here!" he replied, still smiling. He
made a sudden dash for the bathroom, leaving me on the bed. I tried to follow him
in, but as I sat up I fell back to the bed in dizziness. I went extremely light
headed when I went to stood up. I held me head as searing pain ran through from the
back of my head. Justin didnt hear me over the shower, and I was glad really,
I didnt want him worrying about me. I sat myself up in the bed tried again to
stand, slightly more slowly this time. I walked over to the bathroom and stepped in,
sitting on the toilet seat, waiting for Justin to walk out. He walked over to me and
looked me in the eye.
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing, just a little dizzy, thats all, dont worry." I said,
forcing a weak smile.
"Come on, lets go and sit down till you feel better." Justin said, putting
my arm over his shoulder and lifting me up.
"Dont worry, Im fine now. It was just getting up too quick!" I
said as Justin laid me down on the bed.
"Well, Im not taking any chances. Ill go and finished getting ready, but
I can see you. You can stay here today, you cant come to the concert if youre
going to have another seizure."
"I couldnt miss your concert, Ive been fine before, Ill be fine
again!" I insisted, but Justin had closed his ears before walking back into the
bathroom, looking out towards me. I watched as he brushed his teeth and worked on
his hair. He walked out a few minutes later and got ready. I stared at his
fine ass from the bed once he dropped the towel to the ground. He glanced around and
threw the towel over my eyes, laughing. By the time I pulled it off he had already
pulled a pair of pants on, and was getting out a shirt. He was wearing a pair of
baggy black jeans, and a baby-blue Hilfiger shirt. I nodded my approval as he walked
back to the edge of the bed.
"Ok, do you want to put something on and come and get some breakfast?" Justin
asked, holding my hand. I nodded and quickly slipped some clothes on. I walked
out with Justin and looked for where everyone had gathered. We found them all in
Lances room for a change. Nick, JC, Chris, Brian and Howie were still absent,
but the others were already eating. I poured myself a bowl of cereal, milk and
orange juice and sat down at the table next to Justin.
"Did you two have a nice time last night?" Kevin asked, taking a bite from his
baguette.
"Yep, Justin proper wined and dined me." I said, Justin blushing slightly.
AJ laughed a little.
"What about when you got back?" AJ asked, pushing the situation. I smiled
at him and swiped across the top of his head. He pouted and went back to eating his
breakfast. Justin had really blushed, and Lance laughed.
"None of your business Alexander, now, go and eat your breakfast like a good
boy." I replied. Kevin was smiling slightly, along with Joey. JC
walked in a few moments later and got some breakfast, Nick and Brian following a few
minutes behind. Shortly after that Chris and Howie came in. When everyone was
sat down, Kevin decided to speak up:
"Ok. We haven't got that much to do today. Rehearsals arent til
later, since its a virtually identical stage to Frankfurt, with the same run
through. We don't have to be there until 5, and before that the day is ours. I
thought we could tour the city or something like that, since theres plenty to
see." He received a forest of nods from around the room. "Ok, then thats
settled. Well ride round and take in some of the sights for the morning, have
some lunch in the afternoon and then head to the arena around five then. Well
meet at the elevator in, say, 30 minutes?" Kevin finished before excusing
himself and walking to his room. Justin and myself finished up our breakfasts before
heading back to our room. I went and combed my hair, brushed my teeth and shaved,
before walking out into the main room. I made myself a cup of coffee while waiting
for the others and sat at the bureau. I pulled out my palmtop and mobile from the
suitcase and connected to the internet to check my email. There wasn't anything
really important, except for a message telling me my shares had fallen 23 points,
something I didnt quite want to hear this early in the morning, since that
translated to a bit of money. I jumped when Justin put his hands on my shoulders.
I closed the Psion and looked back to Justin.
"Well, are you ready? We should get going now." Justin said smiling.
"What were you reading?"
"Just checking my email, nothing important." I said, standing up from the chair
and walking out to the elevator with Justin. After a few minutes we were all ready
and headed downstairs. Brian had called John to tell him to meet him at the TV
tower. A large group of fans were penned in, or out to be precise, on the street,
and the guys stopped to sign a few autographs and shake a few hands. I patiently
followed behind and stepped into the limo and we drove off. We drove to TV tower and
headed to the very top, for a birdseye view of the city. We looked around for about
30 minutes before going back downstairs. John was waiting outside, and waved to
Brian, who waved back. Brian glanced around before proceeding over to the corner
where he was waiting. The rest of us got into the two limos and waited. After
a few minutes Brian and John got into the BSBs limo and we drove off towards the
Brandenburg Gate. We spent a further few minutes walking around the Gate, taking a
few photos, and generally acting like proper tourists. We, fortunately, escaped
recognition, since school was still in session, and mainly only adults were about.
At about 12 we stopped by at a cafe for some drinks and snacks, before continuing
to drive around the city. We went round a WWII museum, which took a further hour,
before finally stopping at a restaurant, well, a fast food joint. This brought the
time close to 3:30, so we decided to head back to the hotel for some rest before having to
go to the arena.
As I entered our room, Justin was talking to JC in the hall, my phone rang. I
answered it and didnt say anything, just listened. Slightly stunned, I sat
down a comfy chair. I hung up as I heard Justin walk in, cuddling up next to me.
I pushed him off, and just sat alone. Justin looked upset, and tried to come
back up next to me. "Si, whats wrong?"
"Just go away for a while Justin, I dont feel like it right now." He
looked sad, and backed off a little.
"Tell me whats wrong Simon?"
"No, its nothing, I just want to think and be alone for a while. Go and
have some fun, dont let poor old me hold you down. Go and talk to your
friends, youve deserted them lately, Im sure youd rather be with
them." I replied, holding my head in my hands. Justin tried to approach me
again and I lashed out, throwing my fist round at him. I hit him in the stomach and he
bent over in pain. I quickly spun round in the chair to look at what I had done.
Justin had tears running down his face as he lay on his knees. I just ran out
the room and down the stairs, heading down to the ground floor. I ran out the lobby,
heading out into the street. I crossed the road, not even bothering to look, the
sounds of horns blaring oblivious to me. I just kept on running away from the hotel,
taking random turns through the city.
JC just headed out his room to see the stairs door slam shut. He just shrugged it
off and walked down towards Nicks room. He stopped at Justins opened
door and saw him on his knees, quiet sobbing barely audible. JC ran in the room over
to Justin and knelt in front of him, "Whats wrong Justin? What happened?"
"Its Simon, he came back, he seemed depressed. I tried to get close at
him and he told me to leave him, but I wouldnt give in. He lashed out at me,
hitting me in the stomach. I fell down and he just ran off. I should have left
him alone, I shouldnt have pushed him. Weve got to find him JC, he might
do something stupid." Justin said quickly, in between sobs.
"Dont worry Justin. Its not your fault. It must be the
medication affecting him. He shouldnt have lashed out like that, its not
your fault."
"He warned me, but I wouldnt let go, I just kept pushing him. I dont
know what hes going to do. God, I hope he doesnt do anything
stupid." Justin said, JC helping him to his feet. JC went and told the others
what had happened, and they all met up in the corridor.
"Lets just split up and search for him. Well all meet up at the
arena at...say...5:15, but we cant be any later than that if we want to pull the
concert off." Kevin said, trying to bring order to chaos. The guys headed
downstairs, and hopped into a few cars which had been rented especially for them.
They drove round in twos, trying to cover the streets systematically. JC and Justin
drove around the area close to the hotel, but couldnt find any signs of him.
They searched virtually every street they came across, but found no sign of me.
Justin pulled the car over after driving for almost an hour and got out and started
walking through the pedestrianized zones. The two split up and covered the area in a
systematic pattern. Justin jumped when his phone rang.
"Justin, its Chris. Ive just seen him. He just walked into the
station."
"Ok Chris, Ill be right over!" Justin said relieved, running back to the
car. He rang JC and they both met at the car. Justin drove off quickly towards the
main train station. By the time he got there, Chris and Joey were standing outside,
and Justin ran over to them.
"Justin, he brought a ticket and went through to the platform." Chris said as
Justin stood catching his breath.
"Which way did he go?" Justin practically screamed at Chris, who just pointed
towards one of the platforms. Justin took off after me, taking the stairs 3,
sometimes 4, at a time. Just as he reached the platform, the train I was on started
pulling away. He saw me sitting at one of the window seats and started banging on
the glass, but I refused to look. The train accelerated and left Justin standing at
the edge of the platform crying. JC ran over to him and lead him back up to the
ticket area and sat him down in a bench.
"What did I do? If I hadnt have bothered him he wouldnt have ran.
Ive got to find out where that train was going. He didnt take
much stuff with him, just his passport and wallet. He cant go too far."
Justin said, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. Joey walked over to him.
"Justin, the train was going straight to Paris, and then connects onto the Eurostar
back to England."
"So hes going back to England? As soon as tonights concerts
finished Im catching the next flight, we have some time off. Ive got to
try and make him see reason and come back." Justin said, his composure recovering
slightly. They stood up and walked over to the parked cars, calling the other guys
to say they had found me.
Joey and Chris got into their car and drove back to the hotel, with Justin and JC right
behind them. "Chris, I dont think it was right doing what you did." Joey
said grim faced, not receiving any response. "Justins devastated, he wasnt
going to leave until you said anything. He was just sitting there. Why did you
have to tell him to go back to England and leave Justin alone? Hes not in a
very good state right now, and Justin is going to go running after him."
"Ok, maybe I was wrong, but whats done is done. Justin will never find
him, and hell get over it. Itll be better for the group that way, we dont
need any bad publicity. Justin doesnt know where he lives, has no phone
number. Hell never find him."
"Maybe not, but it might take him longer than you think to get over it. Hell
blame himself, I mean, you saw what he was like. Hes putting on a brave face
now, but he must be breaking up inside." Joey responded. He wasnt going
to say anything to Justin about what Chris did, it wasnt his place to do so.
He certainly didnt agree with it though. They pulled up at the hotel
and went up to the floor in silence. After about ten or fifteen minutes everyone was
assembled. They all headed off for the concert, not many words being spoken, except
for a few words of consolation towards Justin.
The concert could at best be described as average, Justin putting only a half-hearted
effort into his performance. The fans didnt seem to notice that much however,
since he was still good, just below par. They skipped a couple of planned songs in
order to finish the concert as early as possible. As soon as the concert was over
Justin was driven straight to the hotel and packed our things and went straight to the
airport. He was booked on a flight for East Midlands Airport in one hours time.
(EMids airport is the closest one to Nottingham, about 15 miles down the road.) The
other guys arrived after a further ten or fifteen minutes and sat with Justin, until they
headed for their flight to Paris.
"Ill fly over when we get to Paris Justin." JC said as he walked over
towards his gate. "Look after yourself ok, and dont do anything I wouldnt
do!" he said, smiling. Justin just nodded, and JC walked to his flight.
After almost half an hour of waiting in silence, Justin looked up to see a little
girl, about ten or eleven, standing with a pen and paper in front of him.
"Do you want my autograph?" Justin asked, smiling. She looked in slight
confusion at him. "Er,, möchtest du meinen, er... Unterschrift?" Justin said,
trying to remember a few words of German. The girl just nodded, and Justin signed
the piece of paper with his autograph. He saw the girl running back over to
presumably her mother, who smiled over at him. Justin smiled back at her. The
distraction took his mind off of me for at least a little while. Suddenly, he
was brought back to reality by the boarding call. He got out his seat and handed his
boarding pass to the steward and walked onto the plane, taking his seat in first class.
He just closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep. He slept for nearly
thirty minutes when he awoke to the sounds of shouting towards the back of the cabin.
He looked around to see two men, both with guns walking towards the front of the plane.
The cockpit crew closed the door and locked it, while Justin tried to sink out the
way. The gun men started kicking at the door, demanding it be opened. One of
them shot several times at the lock, and eventually it gave way. They ran into the
cockpit and started shouting at the crew. Justin was scared, and had turned white as
a sheet, his arms tightly squeezing onto the arm rests at either side. He heard a
gun shot and one of the men dragged a body out of the cockpit, blood pouring from the mans
head. Suddenly the plane lurched downwards, a massive rush of wind flowing through
the cabin as the front window broke from the bullet impact. Everything not secured
started running towards the front of the plane, flowing out the window as the cabin
decompressed. Justin put the air mask on which fell from the bag rails above.
Suddenly the man with the gun turned and fired out more windows, and a large part
of the hull ripped out. Justin screamed as he went flying out the window into mid
air, falling rapidly.
Justin lurched up, a stewardess leaning over him shaking him slightly, "Sir, were
about to land, could you return your seat to the upright position?" She asked
smiling. Justin pulled his seat upright and wiped the sweat of his brow. He
was reassuring himself it was only a nightmare. The plane touched the ground and
taxied for about ten minutes until the passengers were allowed to disembark. Justin
walked up to passport control, went through pretty quickly, since the airport was almost
deserted at 3am in the morning. He picked the bags up from the baggage claim and
walked over to a car rental desk. The lady at the desk was reluctant to let him have
a car, since his age; however, the night manager came over and cleared him out, because of
who Justin was, although not recognising him himself. Justin walked outside and
found his car, a Toyota Yaris, which was all they would rent him because of his age.
Justin hadnt driven in England before, so it took him a while to get used to
driving on the left, rather than the right. He followed the road signs to
Nottingham, and then tried to think of how to find me. He pulled over at a phone booth and
called the operator, but my name was unlisted. So, he just drove round the city,
keeping mainly to the outer ring road.
He stopped outside a large burnt out building, the whole area taped off. The burnt
out hulls of cars scattered the front, while a large building further back was barely
standing. What made him stop was the figure standing in the middle of the front lot.
Opening the drivers' door he walked out the car and over to the person, who he
couldnt make out due to how dark it was, the nearby street light not functioning.
Justin tapped the person on the shoulder, and he spun round quickly.
I was surprised to see Justin standing in front of me as I turned round, and couldnt
think of anything to say to him. He just reached out and pulled me into a tight hug,
which after a few seconds I returned.
"What happened?" He asked, not trying to force an answer.
"Welcome to my car garage. Its the same with every one across the
midlands, and my house. Everything has been burnt to the ground, including all the
cars. Every last bit of money I had was invested into this business, and the
insurance company wont pay for the stock."
"Why not?"
"Since it is supposed to be put into a secure holding at night, all the cars are
driven to a lock up on a transporter. Evidently someone didnt think it was
necessary. Theyll pay for the building damage, but thats minor.
The stock in total was worth about £30 million, the buildings would be pushing £5
million. Virtually every penny I earned was invested into this business, mainly as
the stock, since we already owned all the locations. I invested about £20 million
of my own money into this place, and look, none of its left."
"Wont you get anything back?"
"Not immediately. After a year of going through the insurance company theyll
pay up about £5 million for the buildings and equipment, but I wont see much of
that. Most of the equipment was rented and not owned, it will now have to be paid
for completely, that will take a few million away probably. Ill have to pay
the staff, settle contracts which we can no longer honour. Itll all disappear
pretty quickly when it turns up. Ive got about £100000 left in my
personal bank account. The private jets been destroyed too, burnt out like my
house and the garages, Ive got nothing left. All my cars, not that I could
drive them, everything is gone"
"Dont worry, Im here, you didnt need to run away earlier."
"Can anything ever go right for me, for once in my life, could something actually go
according to plan? You dont want to hang around me, Ill bring you bad
luck. I will have to wait for the insurance to come through and start afresh.
Ill just have to downgrade the level of the business slightly from luxury to
second hand cheap cars, since thats gonna be all I can afford to do."
"No, youre coming back to the states with me. Im not leaving you
here. The doctor said for you to avoid stress and try and relax. Now, is there
anything left of your house?"
"Ive not been there yet, Ive just been sitting here for the past hour or
so." I replied, not looking him in the face yet. I was too ashamed of hitting
him earlier. He must have picked this up.
"Dont worry about earlier, you were under a lot of pressure and just cracked.
It happens to everyone, I shouldnt have pressured you like I did, you just
couldnt hack it anymore." Justin replied comfortingly. I smiled slightly
for the first time since I received the phone call. "Now, lets go and see how
bad it is. Whatever its like, it doesnt matter, youre moving to
Florida with me." Justin said in a commanding tone, pulling me to his car.
I caught the train straight up to Nottingham, and then a cab, not driving anywhere.
I gave Justin directions to my house, and as we rounded the corner we could see the badly
damaged building. The fire crews had managed to contain the fire to a degree, but by
the looks of it, the upstairs looking unscarred from the outside. The door had melted
shut, so I smashed the glass with a nearby plant pot and climbed through the window.
Everything had turned to ash, all the pictures of my family, the TV, the furniture.
I walked up the stairs, being careful in case they fell in, and entered my study
room. I had a fireproof door fitted, and it seemed to pay off, everything seemed
quite intact. The computer was unscathed in the corner, the piano still in one
piece. I picked up the two pictures of my family off the table and put them into a
travel bag. I left the room and jumped when I heard a slight scream from Justin.
I ran down the stairs, only to see him pointing to the burnt body of my pet snake.
"I forgot you didnt like snakes. His name was Bill, 4ft long boa
constrictor, quite short really, they get a lot longer, but he wasnt very old.
Shame really, he was a nice pet." I replied, walking back out the room.
I was surprised I didn't cry or anything, but I wasn't feeling much in terms of
emotion right now, I'd blocked everything out, something I'd done every time something
went majorleague wrong in my life. I salvaged a few clothes, but not many, most were
stored unprotected. I went back down to the lounge and pulled out the fire proof
safe from underneath the rug. Justin helped me lift it up as I entered the code on
the front and pulled it open. Inside was a couple of thousand in cash, a photo of me
and my parents when I was born and a copy of my will. I read it over before ripping
it up, since nothing on it was much valid anymore. Finally it happened, I just fell
to the floor and started crying, tears running down my face uncontrollably. Justin
tried to comfort me, and after about ten minutes I collected myself and stood back up.
I went back up to my study area and carried out the computer, putting it in the
trunk of the car. I also took out a 303 rifle, original, complete with ammo. I
played with the action a little until it moved freely, unloading the bullets and putting
them into a holder. The gun was my Dads, and I never got rid of it after the
gun laws made it impossible to keep such a weapon. I never had a licence, unlike my
Dad, but no one knew about it, so it never posed a problem. I knew it would be
impossible to take it out the country, so I just threw it back on the floor.
I couldnt think of anything else important to bring, so I just left the house,
putting a note on the door. As we walked towards the car, Sue, my next door
neighbour came running out. I exchanged a few words, telling her I would be gone for
a while before driving off with Justin to the hotel. We had still paid for the
penthouse suites, so we checked in and just collapsed on the bed, both of us exhausted, it
being almost 4am by now.
I surprised myself by sleeping relatively peacefully, expecting a night filled with
nightmares. Justin on the other hand was tossing and turning all night. I
tried to comfort him and, eventually, he settled down. We slept through til about
10am before waking up. We both got ready quite slowly. I wore a collar and tie along
with a dark pinstripe business suit, while Justin dressed casually. I rang Paul
Loch, the assistant manager and arranged to meet up at the garage for 12, along with the
police and insurance people. Justin drove me back to the garage, following my
directions. He almost strayed onto the wrong side of the road once or twice, and I kept
reminding him to keep to the left. We pulled up outside at about ten to, and
everyone else except the insurance people were present.
"Hello Paul, glad to see that you take such good care of my business." I said
sarcastically as I shook hands with him.
"I told Mike to make sure all the cars were locked up. I was entertaining our
guests from Munich at the time. He said he would sort everything out. It turns
out he cancelled the transporters to take the cars to the lock up and told the branch
supervisors not to worry. Now hes nowhere to be found."
"So are we running along the obvious train of thought here? That absolutely
bastard, Ill have his head on a silver platter if its the last thing I do.
Hes ruined me Paul, ruined me." I replied calmly. I walked over to
the police seargent who was surveying the scene. "Any ideas how they started
it?"
"Looks like every single car was doused in petrol and then set up. The building
along the same lines. Most of the petrol tanks exploded. The fire people had
trouble getting close to contain the fire due to all the explosions sir. I take it
youre Mr. Williams, the owner?"
"The one and only."
"Well, Mr. Loch thought it might be the work of a Mike Williams, one of the board
directors. Do you have any idea what would make him do something like this?"
"Mike always seemed a conservative guy, the sort of person you would trust and let
into your house. I would have never have dreamt he would do anything along the lines
of this. He completely sabotaged everything, including my house. Theres
not a single car left. Speaking of that, would you excuse me, I do believe the
insurance assessor just arrived." I said, walking away from the police officer to the
two men in suits who just pulled up.
"Hello, Im Mr. Williams, the owner. Thank you for coming so quickly."
"Thats what were here for sir. Were going to have a look
around and survey the damage, look at the initial reports from the fire officer, and then
obtain a detailed report as soon as one is issued. Since this appears so far to be
an inside job at night, with the vehicles on the premises, we cant say exactly what
will be covered and by how much right now sir."
"Perfectly understandable. Since it was a malicious act by an employee, surely
that must alter the grounds of the vehicles being left out however?"
"Im afraid not sir. If anything, it will reduce the pay-out, since it
could have been avoided if a more stringent system was in place in watching the staff
conduct there business."
"Ok, Ill let you get back to your business gentlemen, thank you for your
time." I said, walking back to Justin, who was standing over by the car.
"This does not look good. It seems to be employee sabotage, and the
insurance company seem reluctant to even pay the full amount, since it would seem like a
way to get money, by destroying your own property. This is a major mess if Ive
ever seen one."
"Dont worry, itll all get sorted out, just try and relax a little, you
dont want to get to stressed out or you might have a heart attack or
something."
"That really wouldnt surprise me right now, especially with how things are
going." I replied, putting on a slight smile. Inside though, I was falling
apart. My whole life was falling apart around me, and right now Justin seemed the
only stable thing left, everything else that had ever been important to me was dead or
destroyed. I wiped the few tears that were starting to form on my eyes. "Lets
just go back to the hotel and meet up with the other guys. Paul will sort out
everything that needs to be done for me, thats what I pay him for. I dont
know whats going to happen here, but I cant stand to be around it." I
said quietly, sitting into the passenger side of the car. Justin walked round and
drove off back to the hotel. We put our bags in the trunk and headed towards the
airport. As we were leaving Nottingham, I told Justin to turn right, taking us to my
house. We pulled up outside and both went in. Justin carefully climbed up the
stairs to have a look round, while I just sat on the remnants of the kitchen table.
I walked out into the conservatory, all the glass smashed and looked out onto the
small garden. The grass needed mowing, which I almost found funny, considering.
I jumped at the sound of a click behind me. It took me a second to register what the
sound was, "That sounds familiar. Who do I know who would break into my house,
burn it down along with all my garages, and steal a Walther PPK from my gun cabinet?
Hmm, let me think...hello Micheal." I said turning round, to be confronted
with the barrel of a gun pointing into my face. I tried to act calm, and not show
any fear, but after his recent actions, I was bloody terrified that he might actually
shoot me.
"Hello Adam, nice to see you again. Im glad you like my handy work.
It took a lot to pull that off."
"Why did you go it Mike, Ive tried to help you, I gave you a job, I paid you a
good wage, I gave you a good deal of money. Youre the one who deserted, not
me, you were owed nothing, everything I did was out of generosity, which seems to have
been stupidly misplaced." I said, taking a few steps away from the gun.
"You got everything, absolutely everything. I got nothing. You might have
given me a job, a few thousand pounds, but you inherited everything. I didnt
desert, I was forced out, you forced me out."
"You bloody well ran out the house when I was 14 and told you I was gay. Ok,
you were 24, but you never said a word of goodbye. You just disappeared, no one knew
where you went. Hell, Mum thought you were dead or something. You turned your
back on mum and dad. So, where were you at their funeral?"
"You know I wasnt even in England, weve been through this before Simon.
I couldnt care less. I wanted to ruin you, let you suffer a bit, and
now Im going to finish the job and kill you, you bastard. Youll finally
get what you deserve for being the fuckin fag that you are. If Dad knew about
you, I would have received every penny he had, he wouldnt have wanted someone like
you to get it."
"I thought higher of you than this, Micheal. Well, go pull the trigger then,
kill your own younger brother, the kid you used to play with as a young boy, who you used
to take walks with. Go and, just pull the damn trigger and kill me in cold
blood." I said, waiting a few seconds. "PULL THE GOD DAMNED TRIGGER YOU
COWARD." I screamed at him.
He squeezed his finger on the trigger, the gun aimed square at my head. As his
finger tightened, the inevitable bang followed...
The end, or to be continued?
I know whats going to happen, youll have to wait until chapter eight to find
out whether this is the end of this story or not. However, if I dont get a single
reply asking if hes going to die or not, or to persuade me to continue the story, I
might end it. I asked at the end of chapter six on whether or not to end the story.
Whether this story will go on or not is based of those replies. Chapter eight is already
underway as you read this. Is Simon dead, or isnt he? Tune in for the next exciting
episode of Tests of Friendship:) Oh yeah, by the way, the story now has its own web
site, with a few pictures on. I intend to increase the gallery in the future, since I have
more pics to put on, but I wont do it just yet, in a few weeks maybe.
You know the drill by now, email me at trekster2@hotmail.com with any ideas, suggestions thoughts, and whether
Simon should die or not. Also, we've yet to find out who did the recording. If
the story does end, it will be revealed in the next chapter. If the story doesn't
end, it will be revealed in the next chapter:) I'm not giving you any hints on
what's going to happen.
AD.