Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2023 20:30:11 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack is a Jerk, Chapter 4

JACK IS A JERK
CHAPTER THREE


Funny feeling spread through sixteen-year-old Josh Pallister as he opened
his eyes the following morning. He didn't know what exactly it was, but
something was different, something wasn't quite feeling the norm...

...until he finally looked down towards his groin area, and he realised
just what was UP, in the full sense of the word.

Or should that be...what was HARD.

And more importantly, WHO was at the other end of his intense pleasure.

"SHHHHITTT...dude...whatever you're doing, don't you dare stop..." he
murmured, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he threw his head
backwards onto the pillow and sighed with complete and utter sexual
relief. He could hear the solid, laughing giggles echoing around his
inflated teenage cockhead as the boy that he had gotten to know and LOATHE
over the past few months was waking him up with what was turning out to be
one HELL of a blowjob.

He lazily smiled and placed his right hand softly on top of Jack's head,
sort of guiding him up and down as he went along. He felt the boy's tongue
trace and caress every inch of his six-and-a-half inches from his
sixteen-year-old fuck stick, doubling his efforts, it seemed as he felt
Josh's hand on his scalp, releasing the rock-hard dick with a sudden POP of
his sweet, boyish lips, before finally lifting the warm duvet off from
himself, his eyes sparkling with mischief and mayhem as only Jack Lavery
really could.

"Morning sexy..." he breathed out, finally getting some much-needed air,
before he proceeded to entirely throw off every single bit of bedding that
Josh had been sleeping under, off the bed in its entirety, and before the
former could get a single word in edgeways, he dove down once more and took
Josh's steel hard morning wood in between his lips one more time.

"Dude, we need to get goi...oh holy crap...that's so good..." Josh sighed
as he was in between a rock and a literal hard place at that moment.

They had to get up and quickly at that, before the bus travelled back to
Freedom without them and make no mistake, as much as he loved Cape Town, he
wanted to get home desperately and sleep in his own bed for a change. This
whole weekend took so much out of him, more than he had ever thought was
remotely possible.

He had kissed another boy for the very first time in his life...he was
currently allowing that very same boy to give him oral sex...he didn't know
whether he was coming or going! So many firsts...including a ZAP targeting
his entire body as shivers travelled from his brain to his toes at the
intense feelings coming from his groin.

Jack hummed against Josh's hard cock, emanating severe enough feelings that
the boy above him had only managed to dream of, in his entire time with
that Ice Queen Tasha, his supposed girlfriend. He marveled at the length
and size of the teenage phallus, to the point where he licked the entire
length up and down just for good measure, feeling the warmth, the hardness,
the rawness, the fucking HEAT that was spreading from the boy's cock, so
much so, that it would inflame an entire wood forest.

Up...down...up...down...came the lashings of the tongue bath that Jack was
giving Josh's teenage penis, to the point where he shuddered with the
impact at what he was feeling, making Jack giggle with glee. He savoured
the taste, the smell, the warmth that still pouring from that organ, making
his own cock inside his pajama trousers equally harder than it had ever
been. He could feel it fucking pulsing in between his legs, as he continued
his vicious oral onslaught on the boy's rapidly quivering genitals.

As much as he wanted to make this last forever, Jack knew that Josh had a
point...they couldn't afford to miss the bus and it was literally only half
an hour before it would be departing...how much longer before someone, one
of their teammates, or even worse...their coach...would be coming a
knocking and checking up on where they are? Jack leaned down, his eyes
twinkling as they always seemed to do these days, ever since he first had
laid eyes on Josh Pallister, before he winked upwards quickly, taking the
boy's left nut into his mouth as he did so.

"OH MY G...OH JESUS..." came the reply for his actions, to where he sucked
the nut to such an extent that Josh's legs started to actually tremble,
popping the spermy homebase out of his mouth with another pop, before
gently taking Josh's right hand inside his very own, as if sheer fucking
instinct was telling his brain to actually do.

"My name is Jack, not Jesus, you doofus," he giggled once more, before
taking the right nut in his mouth, giving it the same matter of treatment
that he gave it's twin brother to his left hand side. He squeezed Josh's
hand as he did so, and he could feel the ripples, the shadows, the intense
sexual prowess of the teenager, and more specifically, a teenager that was
on the verge of spreading his seed, break and FLOW through Josh Pallister
like never before.

Popping Luigi out of his wet mouth, just as he had done with Mario moment
before, he leaned upwards and once more, engulfed that steel hard teenage
organ inside of his hungry, thirsty ass mouth and gobbled up the incessant
meat with everything that he had left to actually give.

Josh's chest was heaving more rapidly than it had ever done, it felt like
his guts was threatening to shoot right out of his stomach...his legs were
shaking non-stop, his heart was fucking POUNDING as he dared to look down
and saw what was happening to his young dick...sure he had received
blowjobs before, but the ones that Tasha and other girls had given him were
NOTHING like this, my God!

He had read somewhere that even straight boys and adult men preferred
getting blowjobs from other men simply before they KNEW what men wanted and
needed...down there.

That was certainly the case with Jack Lavery. Holy mother duck, his cock
had never, ever felt this good.

All too soon, the cum was churning in his balls, he was ready to fucking
unload, he felt, as he dug his fists onto the mattress underneath him and
began to really face fuck the handsome dude beneath him to the point there
it felt like his dick was literally made out of solid cement. Jack was
giving back as good as he was getting, with his skilled mouth and even more
skilled tongue and throat muscles, milking Josh's teenage fuck piece with
gusto, as much as his need to taste what was in those balls that he had so
expertly given care to.

"Dude...I'm gonna cum...for real Jack, if you don't want a fucking
mouthful, you better fucking get off, I haven't cum in like three days,
brother..." Josh hissed quickly, rambling the words off towards his new
found friend, but it was like the latter was suddenly and inexplicably deaf
in every sense of the word...keeping going with all that he still had to
give with seemingly no intension of stopping.

Josh leaned back, his eyes rolling over...his body seemingly going on auto
pilot as he did so...before he launched the torrent of juices of what he
had inside his sixteen-year-old balls into the mouth of Jack, the so-called
Jerk.

Jack had been warned and he simply didn't wanna listen.

A vivid voltage of sperm straight from their homely source nearly
threatened to fucking drown the poor orphan boy, as he swallowed what he
could, but all too soon, he realised that it was never going to actually
work. Spitting out several streams and strands of white boy protein, he
tried his best to swallow what he had inside him, only for his desperate
tongue to gobble up, searching for more drops, more teenage boy spunk,
every step of the way.

Josh's cum was like manna from the literal heavens, it felt, and none of
the boy's cocks that he had been forced to suck in his younger years in
those various orphanages that he had been tossed around in for years and
years on end, came close to the intimacy and the feelings that threatened
to totally devour him, whenever he was looking at...and when being with
Josh.

Josh's entire body quivered as he felt Jack energetically slurp up another
droplet of his by now, watery, completely runny sperm that had somehow
landed on his bare stomach, the boy dramatically smacking his lips with
gusto as he once more tasted the fruity, the sweet-sour taste of Josh's
sperm, and then, and only then, he managed to release Josh's hand, which
had been inside his very own, still after all of this time.

There was a severe moment of silence between them, before Josh seemed to
regain control over his senses and limbs, grabbing his still wet dick and
placing it back into his boxers, before getting up and scurrying around
faster than a chipmunk on steroids.

"The bus...we gotta get going..." he muttered out softly, as Jack too got
into order and started getting their shit together.

Jack smiled as he caught Josh looking over at him more than once as they
got packing, and he himself too, found that he was drawn to Josh like he
had never been to another boy before. This whole, entire facade that he had
always, always kept up towards other people, especially, his peers around
the various schools he had been placed in, was always a way, a matter, a
chance to hide who he truly was. Because let's face it...homophobia was
still very much alive and well in some areas, Freedom even more so than
others.

He had been a total dick to people his whole life, because he felt THAT was
the only way that he could survive out there, to actually cope. If he were
to make friends with these boys...there was always that small,
insignificant chance that he might, just might develop feelings for one of
them, and that would be the end of that.

With Josh, it was different. Two nights ago, when the Parow High athletic
team had found him hiding in the showers and had mistakenly thought that he
had spied on their naked, muscled bodies, they had actually threatened to
throw him into the bon fire that those organizers had arranged for the
visiting schools. And they WOULD have done...he was street smart enough to
know that, if Josh, Daniel and Tyson hadn't stepped in at the last minute
and had totally kicked those Parow High asses to the curve.

He smirked as he totally caught Josh cascading his eyes over him once more,
playfully picking up one of the pillows and throwing the boy with it,
getting a scowl and another pillow thrown his own way, for his troubles.

For the first, ever time in his young life, Jack felt that he had someone
who genuinely cared for him. Who understood him. Who had seen him without
the mask, without the crap that he usually gave to people, and had still
been interested enough to actually stick around. Josh Pallister knew that
he was gay, he knew what Jack Lavery was in fact, nothing but a scared
little orphan boy, who was so desperately trying to make his own way into
his world...he knew everything about him that Jack had allowed him to
know...

...and still, he didn't walk away.

He chose to stick with him.

Man...he wished that he didn't feel this way. He wished that Josh Pallister
was just another hook up from the streets, just another cock that he felt
he HAD to please for complete and utter survival, ever since he was born.

It felt different with Josh, than what it did others. Way different. Josh
didn't treat him like a leaper or a possession...he had defended him; he
had protected him...he was there for him. Jesus.

Jack shook his head as he zipped up his sports bag and for a moment, he
didn't know what to do next, now that his packing was done. He took a good
look at Josh where he was standing in the bathroom, brushing his teeth as
quick as he could, obviously terrified that the school bus would be leaving
without him. He smiled wry fully as he took in Josh's height...his
chest...his body...his hair...his biceps...literally any and everything
about the boy that he could.

He had to.

Because when they get home, they will also get back to sheer reality.

The reality where Josh had a girlfriend waiting for him back home...and the
sheer reality where himself...Jack...had nothing and no one.



**



"Josh, over here! Saved you a seat!" Tommy yelled from the back of the bus,
sticking up his arm in the process, whilst grabbing a bag of Lays potato
chips in the other, and throwing it over to Tyson, ordering him to open up
the bag.

Fucking hell, they just had breakfast!

Josh sighed and wanted to make his way over towards where the other were,
however, his eyes fleetingly fell onto Jack, who had somehow been here way
before him and had found himself a seat right in the front of the bus,
clearly meant to get the hell out of there as soon as they reached Freedom
later that afternoon.

"Dude! Are you deaf and blind? I said over here!" Tommy once more called
his best friend, his mouth now full of the aforementioned crisps that he
was now loudly chewing, with Daniel and Tyson also staring weirdly at him,
wondering why he wasn't doing what he was told. Josh's head and brain told
him not to mess with these friendships that he had created over the years
with these guys and just to get his ass over there, take some crisps and
join them shooting the shit for the several hours that it was going to take
in getting back home, but his heart was telling him a whole other story.

Was he really going to have Jack sit here way on his own?

If this was before this weekend had ever happened, that question would not
even be an issue right now. That was before Jack had kissed him...that was
before Jack had given him the mother of all blowjobs...that was before Jack
had trusted him with his deepest, darkest secrets. It felt literally as if
an invisible rope had been tightened around his chest, and it was pulling
him closer, ever closer towards Jack. He couldn't explain it even if he
tried.

"Coming!" he yelled out, closing his eyes and sighing softly as he made his
way over towards the back of the bus, joining the remainder of their
teammates, meanwhile Jack simply seemed to roll his eyes, plugged his
earphones into his ears, crossed his arms and simply closed his eyes. Can't
really blame Josh for not sitting with me...he thought to himself.

Now that we're going home, things will get back to normal...he would be
lucky if he even would see Josh outside from school ever again. That, he
fucking knew...as he coughed once, before turning up the music to the
loudest that it could go, leaning against the window of the bus.

About half way back home, and Josh was literally going crazy. He had been
to the toilet several times, in the past few hours, not that he actually
NEEDED to relieve himself, but because he wanted to check on Jack and what
he was doing. Fuck me, but he couldn't get the boy out of his mind, even if
he tried. When the bus stopped for a break at a nearby garage, the boys all
rushed out of the vehicle quicker than you could say PUSSY...as all their
food they had with them had been consumed hours before, giving them enough
chance to restock for the remaining hours it would take to get back to
Freedom.

Josh smiled sneakily, thinking that now was his chance...and of course Jack
wouldn't have any money on him...he was an orphan, who Mama Hartman had
taken in alongside both Tommy and his adopted sister, and he also knew that
money was getting to be a huge deal for her. She was such a good woman
however, always doing the best that she could for the community, taking in
several strays over the years, and giving them a home. Tommy never, ever
felt like he was adopted, he felt PART of the community, and that was all
down to Mama Hartman. Sad that both her adopted boys just didn't seem to
ever get along. Tommy and Jack had HATED...more like DETESTED each other
from the moment that they had met, which unfortunately, had been all down
to Jack himself...there was a reason that he had earned the nickname JACK
THE JERK having been in town for not even a week.

Where as Josh and the rest of the team, had solved their issues somewhat
with Jack, Tommy had refused to. He had to share a house with Jack...share
a room...share food and basic expenses. He would also think that Mama
Hartman had taken away some of Tommy's monthly allowance now that there was
another mouth to feed as well. Mama Hartman wasn't a millionaire by any
means...but she had a good, warm heart and she always wanted to help. Tommy
seemed to hate Jack with every part of his being, much too much for Josh's
own liking. Then again...Jack really didn't help matters with his incessant
behavior all these weeks.

He swallowed slowly, making his way quickly over to where Jack was still
sitting listening to music on his phone. He reached out and softly patted
the boy's shoulder, finally gisting Jack out of his mini slumber, to which
the boy smiled the moment that he saw who had troubled him, and took his
earphones out of his ears.

"Hey...thought you would be buying up a shit storm with all of them in
there," he said, looking nervously around in the bus, if there was anyone
there with him, before he signaled at Josh to sit down next to him. Josh
did just that, and quickly reached downwards, picking up one of the earbuds
and quickly shoved it in his ear. His eyes widened just a tad as he
realised just what Jack had been listening to.

"One Direction? Seriously?" he laughed as he gave the boy back his
listening device.

Jack mockingly punched Josh on his shoulder, all the more rolling his eyes
as he took back his ear buds.

"Dude, just fucking judge me! No, for real, I have loved their music all my
life. I literally can't explain it...from the moment that I had gotten my
fucking brains in order, it felt as if their music was SPEAKING to me and
me alone...I guess someone like you wouldn't understand what I'm saying..."

Josh cleared his throat after a while, before he leaned back and relaxed
his body next to Jack, and for a few moments there once more were nothing
but total silence between the two boys, before Jack looked his way.

"Have you messaged Tasha yet? Are you excited to see her? Of course, you
are, I don't even know why I'm fucking wondering..."

Josh sighed and looked Jack directly into his beautiful blue eyes. His
blond hair messily hanging across his forehead from where they had gotten
strayed out of his ponytail...the boy was more than just mesmerizing.

"Jack, we gotta talk. And we gotta do it soon before the others get back,
they sure as hell ain't gonna stay in that grocery store for ever..."

"Dude, I kinda don't know what we HAVE to talk about? I know it, you know
it...what ever might have happened this weekend was just that...a weekend
thing. When we get home, I'll totally live my life and you'll totally live
yours. With Tasha, your girlfriend..."

"Would you stop fucking talking about TASHA! I'm trying to fucking tell you
something important! Geez, I don't know why I even bother with you!" Josh
spat out, before starting to get up from his seat in sheer morbid anger,
before he suddenly felt a touch on his hand. He looked back, and his
features softened as he saw the plead in the other boy's eyes.

"Sit down...come on man...I was just trying make light of what is going
on...you forget this is all hard for me too, I really didn't mean to upset
you...come on, brother...sit down, will you?"

Josh took a sharp intake of breath, before he slowly sat down and placed
both of his hands in a solid fist as he did so.

"There is a fucking good reason everyone hates you, you know that?" he
hissed towards the boy, before he giggled as he saw the face that Jack was
pulling, sighing once more and turning towards the latter.

"What I wanted to say was...I meant what I said last night. I really wanna
get to know you better, but you also gotta give me time, okay Jack?
This...us...it's all to new, all too fucking weird for me. If someone had
told me at the beginning of the year that I would be totally into another
dude, I would have fucking stabbed him. Figuratively, but you get what I'm
saying. All I'm asking for, is a chance. Dude, I seriously dunno what is
gonna happen with Tasha when we get back home...I haven't heard from her
since fucking FRIDAY!"

Jack swallowed and shook his head, slowly punching his own fist softly on
Josh's knee, over and over as he spoke his peace...

"I told you before and you didn't believe me! She's totally cheating on
you, man! I just dunno with who she's fucking doing it, but she's gotta be
out of her fucking mind in trashing you with someone else. Jesus,
Josh...you're...you're the sexiest boy I had ever seen..." he whispered the
final few words, only so that Josh would be able to hear them.

A pride surged within Josh's teenage heart as he heard what Jack was
saying, the total and immense brotherly bond that had been created between
them, widening with every fucking second that passed, it felt like. Jack
was...he was beautiful as hell, he was sweet and he was kind, once you saw
past the multitude of walls, he was putting up to protect himself. Without
even thinking, without even a shadow of a doubt, he reached down and took
hold of Jack's right hand within his own, and squeezed it tight.

Jack's eyes started to water somewhat as he realised just what Josh was
doing, and he looked into the boy's eyes with nothing but admiration and
mutual respect. He blinked a few times, before quickly checking over his
shoulder, out of the window, if there as anyone coming, or in fact, anyone
who could possibly be seeing them right about now.

Satisfied that everyone seemed to still be doing their shopping, he gave
Josh a wry smile, before leaning in and placing his lips on Josh's. Josh
closed his eyes the moment that it happened, and he kissed Jack back
enthusiastically, with all that he had to give. All to soon, Jack was the
one who broke things off, with a soft giggle, looking back at the store one
more time, and then back at Josh.

"Are you sure about this? I mean Tasha is way more..."

"If you say her name one more time, I'll fucking cut off your balls in your
sleep!"

Jack giggled.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop! I love my balls way too much for that," he said,
allowing both boys to let out several nervous bouts of laughter they had
been keeping inside their throats for way too long.

"See you when we get home...I mean it, Jack. I wanna try and make something
of this...us. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it!" Josh quickly said a
he realised there were a couple of boys now swiftly making their way out of
the store, having obviously spent all of the money that their parents had
given them, and had no other option but to return to the bus.

Jack just nodded as he saw Josh walking quickly towards the back of the bus
where himself and the rest of their teammates had been sitting all the
time, leaving him behind. He knew he had been a jackass to these
people...so he also knew that he deserved to be treated like a fucking
outcast.

What he couldn't understand or comprehend however, was WHY...WHY was he
feeling like his heart and his guts had been ripped apart and to several
shreds the very moment that Josh had left his side?

**

"You absolute bunch of beauties! I am so proud of you! All of you! Coming
in second place in the relay is never a shame! Come here, I missed all of
you so much!" Mama Hartman said with a huge ass smile on her face as she
welcomed back her cubs, as she always used to affectionally call them, as
they finally exited the bus after nearly nine hours on the road back from
Cape Town.

Tommy was first, followed by a very awkward Jack, clearly not used to
getting hugs or any kind of affection for anyone in his life, followed by
Josh himself, as the lady gave each of them a charming look over, before
she reached down and grabbed Jack's sports bag in her hand, struggling a
bit with the weight of it, before Tommy reached down and helped her.

"Gosh...I really didn't think that I was so out of shape!" Mama Hartman
gasped, still smiling as she did so, but she didn't for a second miss the
murder daggers that Tommy was giving Jack at that moment and time.

"Don't worry about it, Mama...we'll each take out own stuff to the
car...seriously Jack? You were gonna allow her to carry your shit for you?
She could have totally hurt herself, just how much of a fucking coward ARE
you?" he hissed towards the boy, who was frowning at every syllable of the
scathing words which was coming out of Tommy's mouth.

"Did I fucking ASK her to take my shit to the car? I'll fucking do it
myself, before you totally piss your panties..." he retorted as
sarcastically as he could, taking his bag in his hands, and making for the
car as quick as he could, but what Jack didn't rely on, was that he was
swiftly...menacingly pulled back by his adopted brother himself. Josh, from
where he was on the look out for Tasha, and couldn't seem to find her,
didn't even realise what had happened, until he heard the commotion going
on a little further away from him.

The next thing that he knew, he was seeing and hearing the loud shouts and
screams of the two boys who had apparently taken their fight as well as
their rivalry to an entire new sort of level imaginable, both were on the
grassy area of the school grounds and they were literally busy punching the
sheer daylights out of each other. With a loud groan, Josh marched to where
they were...others were already there way before him, but even Tyson was
taking out his phone and recording the entire fight, rather than actually
pulling his teammates the fuck apart.

"STOP THIS AT ONCE! BOTH OF YOU!" he heard Mama Hartman shouting at the top
of her voice before he even had the chance to do anything about the two
still fighting boys, trying to hurt each other the most than what they
possibly could. She suddenly stood aside and grabbed Tommy's arm viciously
JUST as it was about to make solid contact with the side of Jack's face...

...Tommy sure as hell had to have been inside a small little world of his
own, because he would have never done what he did next if he wasn't sorely
intent on attacking Jack.

The moment that he felt the skin-on-skin touch on himself, he surely must
have thought it was Josh, Daniel or even Tyson trying to stop all of
this...the last person he ever suspected would place themselves in harm's
way was Mama Hartman herself...

...and the moment he felt her hand on his arm, wanting to stop him with ALL
her might from hurting Jack any further, he turned around and hit the older
woman in her face as hard as he could.

The crowd was stunned in shock and silence, with various people, families
and friends that had come to pick up their offspring in complete and utter
horror at what had just occurred. Tommy's eyes were bloodshot and stretched
into their entirety as he finally saw who he had blasted down and in such a
horrific fashion.

"JESUS! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING MADE ME DO!" he yelled
angrily over towards Jack, who was still lying on the grassy terrain,
having clearly not seen what the hell had just happened, before he too
knelt at Mama Hartman's side, tears rapidly streaming across his face as he
did so.

"Mama! Wake up! I really didn't mean to hurt you! Mama!" he urgently hissed
towards her as loudly as he could, but before he could plead his case any
further, he was quickly and swiftly heaved up on his feet by the Coach
himself, who spun his athlete around and if looks could kill, poor Tommy
Hartman would have been six feet under by now.

"Don't you think you have done enough! Get away from here! Now!" he shouted
towards the boy, and once he saw that Mama Hartman had in fact awaken from
the severe punch she had just gotten and that she was more than taken care
of, he quickly walked over towards Jack to check if he was okay from the
vile, horrifying attack that Tommy had been given him.

"What the hell is going on with you, Tommy? You could have seriously hurt
your adopted mom! Jesus Christ! Do you fucking HATE Jack THAT much? First
the bon fire crap and now punching old ladies because you can't get your
way? GROW UP!" Josh hissed towards his supposed best friend and quickly
jogged towards where the Coach and Jack was still, with the former helping
the later upright and checking his vitals as best he could.

Tommy grinned as he realised that Jack the Jerk was going to no doubt have
the mother of all shiners tomorrow morning...but it was quickly dampened as
he once more thought how quickly Jack had people running after him,
checking if he was okay. As if HE was the only person who had gotten
injured this afternoon. Jack had gotten in a few more than decent punches
to himself, but was there ANYONE checking if HE was okay? Mama Hartman, he
could totally understand, she was the heart and soul of this community, but
being worried about Jack? The Jerk? Really?

He hated Jack. More than he had fucking hate anyone ever before...his fists
started to rumble slightly as he frowned once more, at seeing Josh helping
Jack upwards with the utmost care that he had ever seen in his life. Josh
was supposed to be his fucking best friend but he would swear...no in fact,
he fucking knew...that Josh had God damn never looked at him, the way that
he was now looking over towards Jack.

What the hell is going on between those two anyway? Hated each other one
moment, and all fucking chummy the next?

"I'll fucking get rid of Jack the Jerk...if it's the last thing I fucking
ever do..." he whispered to himself, forcing his teenage exterior to calm
the fuck down.



**



"Dad, I'm home!"

Josh dumped all his baggage from the weekend onto the couch in the living
room, before he opened the fridge looking for a can of Coke...only to
realise that this entire fridge was nearly stacked full of yummy goodness,
which certainly hadn't been there when he left the house on Friday
morning. He nearly choked on his own saliva as he realised that some of the
food, they never ever had the budget to even THINK of buying after the
death of his mother, as he gingerly, almost scared for his own sanity,
reached inside and grabbed a bottle of Prime, before staring at the red
bottle as if he was going crazy.

He knew what this little bottle of energetic goodness cost. He also knew
what all this stuff in the fridge cost put together, and he ALSO knew that
there wasn't a logic manner in which his father could afford all of
this. Jesus...what the hell did his Dad do...rob a fucking bank?

Just as he took off the bottle cap and had a sip of the cool Prime liquid,
he immediately heard his father's voice, along with a voice of a man that
he didn't recognize. Walking towards the back of the apartment, walking
outside into the small patio, he saw that his father was talking to a
stranger that he had never seen before, and he was rather animated in doing
so, with Ethan Pallister waving his arms in the air as he spoke, as if to
make a point or two.

The older, coloured man simply seemed to laugh out loud as Ethan spoke his
peace, to the point where Josh couldn't handle his father being made a fool
of any longer.

"Dad...I'm back!" he shouted from the patio door, ready to defend the only
parent that he had left on this earth from whoever the hell this was,
before both men realised they had company, to which his father seemed to
have all the colour drained from this facial features at once.

"Josh! I thought...I told you to call me when I needed to come and pick you
up from school...I didn't get any calls...I thought the bus was
late...what...what are you doing here this early?" Ethan managed to stumble
out of his raw, dry throat, the whole time looking over at the strange man
as he did so. The stranger smiled openly, as Josh frowned...this wasn't the
type of man that his father usually did business with? These were the sort
of men that his dad would normally warn him to stay away from more
like...what was this guy's business and WHY was he even here?

"Uhm...yeah, Mama Hartman gave me a lift home, sorry I didn't think to
call...is everything okay here?" he asked finally, his heart totally in his
throat.

Now that he could see the stranger more clearly than before, he slightly
shivered. It was a coloured man, with several tattoos inked on his body and
even more scars on his face than he had ever seen before. His smile was
friendly enough, but it sure as hell didn't reach his eyes...which seemed
sheer dark and cold...there looked to be absolutely no emotion inside
either of those pearly blues whatsoever.

Funnily enough, they reminded him of Jack's own blue eyes, but he shook his
head.

You have fucking Jack on your brain...he lambasted himself before returning
his attention to his father.

"Uh...well...Son, this...well, this is..." Ethan tried his best to get the
words out, but he was quite clearly frightened beyond belief, there was no
way he could even TRY and hide it for one single second, before the
stranger placed his arm around his father and cleared his own throat.

"So...this is your boy that I have heard so much about! You better be
careful there, Ethan! The boy is an absolute looker! He'll be getting girls
pregnant sooner rather than later! Pleased to meet you, my boy! Curtis
September is the name and money is my game. Me and your dad here just had a
little misunderstanding, but it has ALL been cleared up, or what do you
say, huh Ethan?" he asked, once again in a tone that belied his fake
kindness.

Josh was stunned as he saw his dad actually NODDING feverishly as if
somehow obediently, at the man's request, to which the man barked out yet
another laughter, and came over towards Josh, stretching out his
hand. Behind his back, Josh could see Ethan urging him on to do what the
man wanted, before he sighed and took the man's hand inside his own. An
immediate shot of pain ripped through his bones as he realised what the man
was doing...he was squeezing his hand tight so hard and so full of sarcasm,
that he very nearly uttered a cry of pain, but he refused.

He would NOT give this idiot that satisfaction. Once Curtis, or whatever
the hell this man's name had finally allowed his hand to fall out of his
own, he barked out another bout of laughter, before he left the house
through the patio door. Josh stayed quiet until he could hear the front
door slamming, before he turned towards his father in complete shock and
disbelief.

"What the hell...Dad, who the hell was that?" he demanded, finally reaching
Ethan and placing his hand on his father's back, as the older man was
clearly rumbled as hell from everything that had just occurred.

Ethan took a couple of huge breaths, in and out, before he hugged his son
to him, a movement that did absolutely nothing except confuse Josh
Pallister even more.

"Just remember...Josh...what ever I do...everything I ever do, I'm doing it
for you, and you alone...don't you ever forget that, my boy..." he said
softly, kissing the side of his son's temple, before he hastily made his
way back into the house.



**



"There he is! You fucking wanker! Did you hear what your little freakshow
earlier has done to Tommy?"

Jack looked up from where he was sitting all alone on one of the swings in
a nearby park that he had found near Mama Hartman's house, as he
sighed...seeing Daniel and Tyson coming ever closer towards him. He knew
for a fact that they had just come from seeing Tommy himself, because that
was the whole reason, he came over here in the first place.

Of course, they would be pulling their support for their longtime
friend...why wouldn't they?

"No, I didn't, why don't you tell me? Ten years in jail, I hope?" he spat
out as nastily as he could, once more putting on the facade of being this
total douchebag, as he always did whenever he felt cornered or
threatened. In the mood that he was in right now, he could easily fuck both
Tyson AND Daniel up and still have their remains for breakfast, lunch and
dinner.

Tyson rolled his eyes and Daniel stared at Jack with a face as if he was a
demon from a different dimension.

"How the hell are you still laughing and cracking jokes, you fucking
jackass? He got suspended from the team! He's not gonna be able to run
again for God knows how long and it's all fucking YOUR fault! Why did you
have to even come here in the first place? You've done nothing but cause
fucking misery for everyone!" Tyson demanded as he realised that Daniel
couldn't quite get words of his own out.

Jack took a huge breath, before he got even closer to both boys, looking
each of them squarely in the eye, not even bothering to be scared even a
mere inch.

"Look, I know you guys are Tommy's biggest cheerleaders and I know that I
have done my fucking part in all of this, but I thought we had sorted our
shit out? You fucking helped me when those Parow boys wanted to throw my
ass into that fire...why did ya'll do that if you fucking HATED me that
much?" he yelled so loud, that Tyson needed to step away somewhat as Jack's
breath flew across his skin, with Daniel stopping him as he did so.

"You can't blame Tommy for hating the crap out of you! You have been a jerk
to everyone since you got here! Now we have lost one of our teammates...all
thanks to you..."

"I'm sorry, Daniel, but I seemed to miss the fucking part where I had told
Tommy to fucking kick my ass...I'm so ashamed..."

Daniel clenched his teeth and started to roll both of his hands into fists,
when all of a sudden, a shadow was cast over all three boys in the late
afternoon sunshine cascading all over the park.

"These boys giving you trouble, boy?" they heard a deep, dark voice
speaking from behind one of the trees, to which all three of them stepped
backwards just a tad...parks like these weren't as safe as they were a
couple of years ago, and all three of them knew that.

As the guy came ever closer, Daniel was breathing heavily as he realised
that whoever this was, this wasn't someone he wanted to mess with.

"Hey! Dumb and Dumber! I fucking asked you two a question! Are you giving
that boy trouble? ANSWER ME!" the man hollered towards them once more. All
three boys were cemented to the grass like statues, it felt at that moment,
before the man walked up to them, and pulled Jack towards him in one solid
movement.

Daniel and Tyson's eyes widened as they saw the man placing his arm around
an obviously, equally terrified Jack, before he reached for the pockets of
his trousers and withdraw what seemed like a small flick-knife.

"Jesus..." Tyson managed to utter, still not anyone daring to move even an
inch.

The man smiled nastily as he swung the knife around carelessly for good
measure.

"If I see...either one of your bozo's...ever...EVER do anything to upset
this boy over here...my brothers, I swear on the Lord upstairs that I will
SLICE your bodies apart from here to fucking Cape Town and send what's left
straight to your parents. I don't give a shit! GET LOST! GO! Before I
fucking change my mind!" he yelled once more, keeping a more than tight
squeeze on Jack, who was quite honestly feeling faint with morbid fear and
thoughts over what was happening right now...for this stranger to have
suddenly appeared and having threatened his teammates with an actual
knife...

...both Daniel and Tyson didn't give all of this another thought...they
were more scared than they EVER were in their entire lives. They weren't
long distance runners for nothing...they ran away faster than you could
ever hope to say RELAY out of that park area, leaving the strange, violet
thug as well as Jack all alone as per.

Jack shivered and shook with fear, giving a small raw choke as the man
finally loosened his grip on him. Lord knows, he should have gotten the
hell out of there, but it was as if his legs were made of jelly right
then. He had lost all grip on reality and seemed to just...STARE at the man
who was now doing the exact same to him.

There was an eerie sort of silence for a few minutes before the stranger
sighed and walked towards Jack, who nearly tripped over his own feet in
trying to get away...the man still had the knife in his hand on top of
EVERYTHING that has happened and he was coming straight for him...

"Please...please don't hurt me...please..." Jack whispered as he fell onto
the ground and pulled his legs towards his head as he did so, rolling
himself into a solid ball, as he was always taught at the orphanage, to do
whenever he was scared or wanted to turn off the world. He didn't really
know how long he had been laying on the ground in that pathetic fetal
position, until he felt a more than, reassuring pat on his back.

"Why would I ever hurt you, boy? I came here to rescue you, to protect
you. There is no way in hell I'd ever lay my hands on you...not you of all
people! Can you...can you stand up, and at least look me in the eye?"

Jack swallowed slowly...could this really be the same person talking?

The voice that he himself had heard threatening his teammates with a knife,
was now talking to him in such a soft tone of nature, that it felt as if he
had known him for years. He slowly stretched out his legs, to the point
where he saw a solid arm outstretched towards him. He looked over at the
stranger, and it wasn't even like this was the same person from
before...eyes with only warmth and gentleness seemed to shine down upon
him, as he slowly took the man's hand and allowed him to help him up.

"There you go...boy, you gotta try and DEFEND yourself more! It ain't
helping no one out there to be scared! They would have taunted and fucked
with you all afternoon the way you were going!"

Jack shook his head and wiped the grass off from his clothes, before
looking back at the stranger. There was suddenly and inequivalently
something so...he didn't know what or how to explain
it...something...familiar...about him? He had probably seen him somewhere
before and just forgotten all about it...God knows he had been shifted from
pillar to post in the past...anyone out there could be recognizing him from
Adam and he wouldn't be able to pick them out in a lineup of Smurfs.

"I wasn't scared at all, where the hell did you even see that? I was
totally ready for them...but anyway, thanks...but all of that totally
wasn't needed. I know you meant well, I guess, but do you have any idea of
the shit I'm gonna get if those two idiots told people about what you just
did?" he asked softly...for some unidentified reason, he still couldn't
seem to take his eyes off whoever this was.

The man placed his hand on his shoulder, and closed his eyes for a minute,
as if strangely enough, he was savoring the touch of the boy, before
removing his hand as quickly as he had placed it there, keeping an eye on
him at all times.

"Just remember...you had nothing and no one for years. And before you ask
me all sorts of questions, it doesn't matter how the hell I know that
you're an orphan. Just...just trust me okay? Gimme your phone. Come on,
chop-chop, I ain't gonna fucking steal the thing, I just wanna give you my
cellphone number, that's all...for God's sake..."

Scared that the stranger was about to once more totally lose his cool with
him, and more to the point, having someone out there show even a slither of
care towards him, especially after everything that happened with Tommy and
Mama Hartman, not even to mention Tyson and Daniel just a little while ago,
he reached into his pockets of his old, worn, hand-me-down jeans and gave
his phone to the stranger, who wasted no time whatsoever in punching in his
digits, before giving it back to him.

"I'll be on my way then. And remember...any time...day or fucking night, or
for whatever reason...you wanna call me...you do so. I'll always make time
for you. Always remember that, okay?"

Jack nodded slowly, as the sun casted it's final rays for the day onto the
grass and the playground before him, as the man was walking away slowly, he
suddenly regained his ability to even speak...

"Hey! Wait! I mean...what is all of this? Where the hell do you even know
me from? Who even are you?" he shouted towards the stranger, the latter's
back turned towards him, not budging even an inch.

More silence followed, and just when Jack was starting to think he had been
seeing things, or that he had totally imagined the man ever even existing,
he spoke one more time.

"I'm a friend. More than that you'll find out in due time..." he muttered,
before waking away, for good this time, leaving a more than stunned Jack
Lavery behind, more confused that he had ever been, and after years spent
in one foster home after the other, that was a more than a welcome
occurrence.

"I could have sworn he looked...I'm I have seen him somewhere before but
where?" he wondered out loud, before checking the time on his phone,
sighing as he realised he's going to have to go BACK to Mama Hartman and
especially back to Tommy...URGH...before he placed his phone back in his
jeans and got going.



**



"And you brought me all the way here, because why?"

"Because I was bored and you have the time...fucking lighten up, brother!
Back in Cape Town, where you didn't have any girls to fuck..."

"JESUS, JACK!"

"...totally kidding...but you were the one that said that you wanted to get
to know me, and I literally can't think of a better place to start than
right here. So, this is the place where I grew up. After my parents died,
some farmer and his wife apparently brought me here, and this is where I
spent the first six...seven years of my life, before I was eventually
adopted for the first time."

Josh swallowed as he saw the run-down establishment, as well as several
young boys and girls running around all over the place, playing with what
little toys they had, all seemingly to their heart's content. His heart
went out to these kids...more and more, the further and further they walked
into the orphanage and saw how much it meant for them to have a visit from
Jack himself.

"Hey you guys! Guess who's home!" Jack shouted from where they were
standing, until several young kids had joined up with them, hugging Jack
and even went as far as to hug Josh himself, when Jack had told them that
he was a friend of his. Once all the kids were satisfied that Jack had
spent more than enough time with them, they finally allowed the boys to go
free, and Jack turned towards Josh with a glimmer reflected inside his blue
eyes.

"Sorry about all of that...don't have to feel bad if they made you feel
uncomfortable or some shit...this place ain't for everyone, I wouldn't hold
it against you..."

Josh shook his head, nervously looked around if anyone was watching them,
before he reached out and took Jack's hand within his own.

"It's not that...not at all. When my mother was alive...I used to complain
all the time about not having a brother or sister that I could play
with. Later on, it just went away I guess, but dude...seeing all of
this...it changes everything. We think we have problems...that is nothing
compared to all of this..."

Jack squeezed Josh's hand in return, before he stood closer to the boy.

"Do you see frowns on anyone's faces? Do you see any of these kids crying?
They are happy, my dude. With the little that they have, they are still
happy as anything. I can't tell you how much I miss this place...I would
have had to come back here if Mama Hartman didn't agree to foster me for
three months, and it would have been awesome there too if not for Tommy and
everything...but I get that it's all my fault..."

"Hey...cut that crap, you hear me? We all sorted things out at the weekend,
even Tyson and Daniel were starting to accept you until Tommy decided to be
an ass and attacked you to the point where he hit Mama Hartman in her
face...yes, there is a good reason he hates you, but he totally went too
far. And as for those other two idiots..."

"Dude, I totally told you, that guy I met in the park, he more than got rid
of them. He even had a knife! I was shit scared when it was actually
happening, but the more I think about it...he even gave me his number! He
was totally on my side! Seriously, I don't think those two would ever wanna
mess with me again after this..."

Josh wanted to reply in the fact that his buddy didn't seem to think it
weird that a perfect stranger seemed to know a whole lot of info about him,
and let's not mention the fact that the freak actually carries a knife, but
they were soon interrupted by a nun dressed in her traditional white attire
along with the classic headdress and everything, before her eyes lit up as
she saw who had come to visit.

"My goodness me...if it isn't little Jack Lavery standing before me, with
his big ole eyes as bold as brass! How are you, sweetheart?" she asked as
she neared them, before taking Jack in her arms and held him tight against
her bosom.

Josh had to look away when Jack kissed the elder nun on her cheek...he
didn't know what to say or what to do at that moment. This was really Jack
the Jerk...being all so loving and tender towards another human being? What
on earth would Tommy say if he were to ever witness THIS?

"Come on in, there is always more than enough time for a visit with one of
my favorite kids...I'll ask one of the cleaners to bring us something to
eat and to drink. I haven't seen you since you were adopted by that
wonderful old lady...what was her name again?" the nun murmured before she
turned to face Josh, with a huge smile on her face.

"We all call her Mama Hartman around these parts...everyone around here
knows her story, she's adopted a whole bunch of kids in her time and
there's a special place in heaven for having to put up with me at
least...oh, by the way, this is one of my new friends, Josh
Pallister...Joshy boy, this legend you see over here is Mother Superior
Jane Lily Anderson. She has literally known me since I was about three or
four years old when I was first brought here."

The elder nun placed her hand on Josh's shoulder, before she too enveloped
him into a solid hug, before smiling back at him.

"Welcome Josh...we're happy to have you here. Any friend of any of our
flock, is a friend of ours. Thank you, I should say, for being in Jack's
life in some shape or form. This boy right here...God knows, he has a very,
very special place inside my heart."



**



"Where did Jack go?" Josh asked as he returned from the bathroom, having
gone for a piss, before he re-entered the office of the Mother Superior,
and noticing that Jack wasn't there anymore.

The nun signaled at him to look out on the outside of the window of her
office, which Josh proceeded to actually do, a huge ass smile widening
across his lips as he saw what she wanted him to see. Jack Lavery, or Jack
the Jerk as he was not-so-lovingly dubbed back at the school, was having
the time of his life playing soccer with a whole bunch of the smaller kids
around the playground.

All too soon Josh realised that Jack was totally letting the kids get away
with murder, and allowed offside goals to stand and tackles to be made. The
kids would CURL UP with sheer childish laughter each and every time that
Jack would dramatically THROW himself on the ground at having been
"tackled" and would shout to the imaginary referee to brandish several
yellow and red cards for fouls.

This was...a whole other person...it seemed like a fucking parallel
universe! Where was the Jack Lavery, he had so despised only a few weeks
before everything seemed to change between the two of them! He certainly
didn't seem to exist between the four walls of this place! That was for God
damn sure!

"You're very special to him, I can tell..."

Josh froze momentarily, before he quickly turned back towards the nun, who
as looking straight at him with her warm, wise old eyes, and tapping her
desk with her pen ever-so-slightly, as she did so.

"How...I mean, why would you say that? We're just...we're just friends, we
haven't even known each other for that long," Josh totally tried his best
to make less of what she said, if it was at all possible, before the old
women shook her head, and placed the pen back into its holder.

"My dear boy, in all the years that I have known Jack Lavery, and that is a
lot, considering he was brought here when he was only three years old...and
he has come back to visit us many, many times. Unfortunately, that includes
the multiple times when he had to come back here simply because an adoption
didn't work out, and the foster parents insisted that we take him
back. Jack never was a child like all the others...simply because he has
horrors in his past, that his brain had simply forgotten."

Josh nodded and sat down at the nun's desk, before looking down at his
shoes as he did so.

"He told me about his fear of fire...and the dreams he used to have of a
burning car coming towards him..." he said quietly.

The nun nodded and placed both of her hands on her desk, smiling once more
towards him.

"What I meant by all of that, was simply that in all the years that Jack
had returned to the orphanage in a visitation capacity, he had never, ever
brought along someone else with him. What he did this afternoon, bringing
you along to see where he had grown up...that firstly, takes some good
old-fashioned guts...and secondly, you must mean an awful lot to the
boy...because as I had previously said...he has never even remotely done
that before."

Josh swallowed as he felt like his saliva was totally stuck inside his
throat, before he looked outside at a still playing and laughing Jack,
still entertaining the smaller children after all of this time. His eyes
totally betrayed him whether he wanted it or not...as he looked over at
Jack. He would stare at him with nothing but tenderness and
compassion...perhaps even something else that he hadn't even realized that
he was starting to feel for the orphan boy.

The nun once more cleared her throat, before she spoke.

"He came to us, owning nothing but for the clothes on his back, as well as
an old, dirty stuffed teddy bear, which is still in storage around here
somewhere. For some reason, I can clearly remember, Jack started to scream
blue murder when ever anyone else wanted to play with it. The farmer and
his wife who had dropped him off here thirteen years ago, told us that
stuffed bear was all that he had left of his deceased mother...we're all so
used to sharing what we have around here, we teach them that right from the
off, and he always did as he was told. However...give that bear to someone
else for even a second, and he would throw a tantrum that would rival a
natural disaster!" the nun finished her sentence, at the very moment that
Jack walked back into the office, wiping the sweat from his brow and
sighing with relief as the Mother Superior handed him a glass of water.

"Thanks a bunch! I totally needed that! Joshy Boy...time to go. Mama
Hartman and your dad will be wondering where we had gotten to. Mother
Superior...thanks for allowing me to always feel like I have a home here. I
know I...TOTALLY wasn't an easy kid to get along with and to take care
of...but you, all of you here, will never know what it meant to me. I don't
have a family of my own...but I know that I will always have you," he said
softly, and gave the elder nun one more hug, which she responded as to
holding him tight against her, just like she did before they entered the
building.

"And we will always be here. Anytime you need us, day or night. You're
always more than welcome," the elder nun whispered in his ear, before she
also proceeded to greet Josh in heartfelt goodbyes, and off they went.

They were edging a street corner on the way back to Mama Hartman's house
when Jack suddenly came to a stop, which startled Josh, as he turned around
to see why Jack wasn't following him.

"Something wrong? Did you forget something back at the orphanage?" he
asked, with a frown etched across his forehead.

Jack smiled, before he shook his head, and placed his hands in the pockets
of his jeans.

"No, nothing like that. I was just wondering why you haven't fucking said
two words to me this entire time we've been walking back home..." he said,
looking directly at Josh as he did so.

Josh shrugged what he hoped would come forth as totally nonchalant, before
he walked over to where Jack was.

"I dunno...I guess I wasn't ready for what I saw this afternoon. Nothing to
do with the orphans...I'm not that much of a fucking snob...but it was a
real eye opener seeing you play with those kids and shooting and shit and
just being...basically just being a kid again yourself."

Jack grinned, indeed very much looking like a seven-year-old version of
himself, as he looked deeply into Josh's eyes.

"I have a reason to be happy these days, don't I?" he whispered, and leaned
in and once more kissed Josh softly on his lips, a juncture, to which Josh
Pallister was more than happy to reciprocate.

"I guess you do...I just wish you would be more like...THIS...for the
entire world to see, and not just for me...perhaps then Daniel, Tyson and
even Tommy would start to fucking accept you for being one of us!" Josh
hissed, biting his lips from the sexual magnetism between them, still
tasting the effects of the bubblegum that Jack was chewing on his breath
from that kiss.

Jack barked out a soft laugh, before he for what felt like the millionth
time, took Josh's hand into his own.

"I don't care what any of those idiots say, and I'm sorry, Joshy Boy...but
they are your friends, and not mine. Not when they do the shit that they
do. God, I honestly thought we sorted our shit at the weekend and we
weren't back here five fucking minutes and Mama Hartman ended up with a
black eye. Josh...I dunno how things are gonna play out between me and
you. Quite frankly, I don't even wanna know...I wanna find out as we go
along. And that's why I took you there today...because I wanted to you see
me...to see ALL of me. This IS me. This...is Jack Lavery."

Josh nodded quietly, before he looked around to see if there was anyone
close in vicinity, before he placed another kiss on Jack's lips, both boys
sighing as they tasted each other yet again.

"Keep that up and you're gonna totally make me fall for you..." Jack
whispered, snickering when he saw the mock horror on Josh's face, before
the two boys eventually turned around and finally headed for home.



**



"I don't understand! I have done everything that you have asked of me! And
all because you have threatened to kill my ailing mother right in her old
age home! What sort of person are you? I can't do this anymore, I want OUT!
NOW!"

Curtis smiled nastily as he enjoyed every single bit of his informant's
desperate performance, before he opened up his third bottle of Castle Lager
beer in what had to be half an hour, gobbling down half of the cooling
liquid, before he smacked his lips very much like his son did at the
weekend, having swallowed Josh Pallister's cum.

"Ohhhh, I don't think so. See, I have paid you more than enough money to
work for me, and there is no way that you're even CLOSE to finishing
yet. Or would you rather have me slip THIS into your sick old mother's
guts?" he responded, taking out his knife and twirling it around in his
fingers.

"You're sick beyond imagining! Thanks to me, you finally know where your
son is after THIRTEEN YEARS! If I hadn't contacted you weeks ago, you would
have STILL been searching for him God knows where! Please Curtis...have a
heart! What more do you want me to do? I don't for a second believe that
you're sorely after his well-being, other wise you would have searched for
and found him years ago! Tell me...actually now that I think about
it...let's be honest with each other here...WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR GAME
PLAN?" the informant demanded, angrier than they had ever been.

Curtis sighed, letting out some much-needed air, and trying very hard not
to just...finish this person off right there and then. No one would even
ask any questions if he just fucking KILLED them and made the body
disappear. But no...FUCK no. He still bloody needed them. He needed them
for his plan to actually work. It's got to be someone who the boy
trusts. It's got to come from a good place for it to be believable.

"Take a seat. I SAID, SIT DOWN!" he shouted as his informant took to long
to obey his orders.

The person shook with fear, but eventually got their breathing under
control, knowing too what Curtis knew...that he needed them still for the
job to be complete. Before that was done...he wouldn't dare harm a hair on
their head.

Curtis took a seat opposite his informant, and took another sip from his
drink, before he smashed the still half-full bottle onto the cold, tiled
floor, allowing the glass bottle to shatter into a million little pieces,
doing nothing to calm the nerves of the person sitting in front of him
whatsoever. He leaned back in his chair, and smiled wry fully, and evilly.

"You wanna know what's up...okay, I suppose I can tell you. Just
remember...dead people can't talk..."

The informant momentarily didn't seem to breathe, at the sound of his
horrible, horrible words. Once more, they realized just what a piece of
utter scum, what a piece of trash, in short, what a plain AWFUL person
Curtis September really was.

And they had given that precious boy's location to this...this incredible,
nasty low life of a human being. They had been blackmailed into doing
it...with the worst possible scenario that they KNEW would play out if they
even as much as refused. Curtis knew where the mother of his informant
was...in which old age home she was...he had even shown them proof...a
chilling reminder each and every day that he can and WILL strike if his
orders weren't obeyed.

Curtis cackled out a shriek of laughter at the sight of his informant's
face, before he cleared his throat and became deadly serious.

"As you know by now, Jack's mother's name was Sheridan Lavery. She was
killed thirteen years ago when she tried to run away from me and taking my
child with her. I didn't order the hit, but one of my men cut the brakes on
her car anyway, which he had paid for with his life, when I found out my
son was in the car with her."

Holy mother of God. The informant closed their eyes and shook their head,
as if they were pleaded at him to stop talking.

Who...who even does that to their child? To any other human being and then
being so...so deviously CALM about it?

"Now Sheridan was the only child of her parents, and I have it on good
authority that they are still living in Constantia, Cape Town. She ran away
from home when her parents had forbidden her to get involved with me...and
look how well THAT worked out for her. So now, even you know what THAT
means. The Lavery family are rich...filthy fucking rich. And as their only
living biological grandchild, Jack would someday inherit all of that
wealth, there is literally no other person to get it. And I'll be fucking
damned if I won't get my own slice of that Lavery pie. Do you understand
me? Do you fucking GET me?"

So...that was what he was after. Was it ever anything else than money?
Curtis was full of it, he lived and breathed for it. That was basically all
that he cared about...that, and perhaps his only son.

"I still don't understand what you want me to do about all of this?" the
informant carefully dared to ask.

Curtis smirked.

"Sheridan...she was such a good, decent person. She would have done
anything for her son, and my men told me how much she loved Jack...God
damn, Jack has her hair. He has her build, he even fucking sounds like
her. He is the spitting image of me however, I'm amazed that he hasn't
realised it yet. But he will, and soon. But the timing needs to be perfect,
and right now it's not."

Curtis leaned forward; his eyes as dark as his soul was no doubt.

"What I need YOU to do, is to tell Jack, that his mother was a crack head
whore. That she slept with several men. That she was the scum of the
fucking earth, take your pick. Basically, he needs to think she was the
devil incarnate, and that the sun shines out of my fucking ass. He needs to
be with me and only ME. I need him to never, ever ask ANY questions about
his mother's death or that she even existed. If I'm gonna pull him into my
world...I need the Lavery millions and I can't get to that without my son."

The informant stood up, and gazed at Curtis with nothing but venom in their
own eyes.

"That's what ALL of this is about? That's why I'm busy committing crimes
for you? That's why you're threatening my mother's life? You're not even
concerned about Jack, are you? It's all about the money for you! How on
earth am I even supposed to bring up the topic of his mother and lie about
what a BAD person she was? I didn't know Sheridan from Adam, how the hell
am I supposed to do that?"

Curtis cackled another bout of laughter, before he stood up and got right
into his informant's face...they could smell his filthy alcoholic breath as
he did so.



"I'm sure that you could find a way...they don't call you Mama Hartman for
nothing, now do they?"



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THANKS FOR READING!!

MAMA HARTMAN was the informant all this time! Who saw that coming LOL!

Curtis's evil plot is taking shape and fast...and now he has met his
son. How will he pull that poor boy into his own world and WILL he succeed?

Josh and Jack are also getting closer than ever...when will they realise
what they TRULY feel...and how will their teammates, especially the fired
up Tommy, handled all of that?

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