Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2023 14:57:24 -0400 From: James Heady Subject: The Wounds Within My Heart--Book 3--Chapter 9 The Wounds Within My Heart By James Disclaimer This story deals with sexual/romantic situations between teenaged boys. This story will also at times deal with issues such as suicide, Anti-LGBT bigotry, Racism, Sexual Assault and violence. If you're not of the legal age to read such material, or if you're disturbed by this type of story then back out now. Please remember to donate to Nifty, as it's your donations that keep this as well as other stories and information on the site free to the public. Finally, if you like this story and haven't done this already, sneak into my E-mail address jamesheady1985@gmail.com's house and stick a frozen pizza in the oven. Set the oven, then leave after making sure that it's on and turned to the highest setting. I wanted to take a moment to thank K. who's been my editor for this as well as for a couple of my other stories. You really do an amazing job with your edits on my story, and I always appreciate them. Thank you. The Wounds Within My Heart Part Five Into the Fire Chapter Nine 0000 It was now sun-up when the two men picked up the huge tubs containing the remains of Jerry and Paul. They were the two men that David had called about three hours ago. The first man looked around, and after satisfied that everything was all clear, he began soaking the area in gasoline. Lighting the match, he tossed it and the fire began. This would ensure that any evidence would be destroyed. Though this man and his partner were accountable to no formal law enforcement agency, they still wanted to avoid any headaches if they could help it. This first man was named Collin Harper. His partner's name was Derrick Taylor. Between the two of them and a couple of guys they med several years ago, the group formed a task force that kept a protective eye out for anti-minority groups. Specifically, they kept watch for any people who would target the Disabled, LGBT, Racial groups and others. The gang operated within the shadows, and this was because when they first formed, they reached out to certain powerful elements within the United States Government. After carefully persuading them, the government agreed that Collin and Derrick's group would have full immunity, similar to various officials who had Diplomatic Immunity. With this protection, the group could operate and take care of problematic individuals who were causing trouble. Not only that, but they could get things done faster and far more safely than the usual agencies previously tasked with dealing with national and international criminals. 0000 Nohea I woke that Saturday morning trying to remember where I was. After focusing for a moment, I remembered. At one point, Pietro woke me up during the night, letting me know that Dad had to take care of something. He said that we needed to go into Triston's room and lock the door. When I asked what was going on, Pietro told me I needed to come with him. Once in Triston's room, I got out the air mattress that was stored in the closet. After getting it inflated, and once he checked to make sure that my brother was still asleep, which he was, Pietro and I lay down on it. I sat up slowly in an effort to not wake my lover. I felt him move anyway, and he was sitting up now too. He put his arms around me from behind and I loved the feeling of his warmth on my back and shoulders as he held me. I still felt worried though. Clearly something had happened, and I wanted to know what it was. Turning my head to face Pietro, I kissed him on the cheek gently. "Good morning," I said softly. He kissed me back, then let me go as we looked into each other's eyes. "I'll be back in a moment," I said. I got out of bed and put on my shirt and basketball shorts. Returning to mine and Pietro's room, I used the restroom then brushed my teeth. After listening for a moment, I continued to hear silence throughout the rest of the house. Going back into the room, I checked my phone's clock. It was after 9:00 A.M. For a moment, I thought how odd that was. My dad was usually up by then, actually much earlier than this. I figured that he was still asleep, and so I went back to Triston's room where Pietro was getting out of bed now. I walked over and after checking on Triston who was still asleep, I went with my lover back to our room. Closing the door, I waited for Pietro to use the restroom and brush his teeth. Returning back to our room, he sat down on the edge of the bed beside me. I was answering an incoming text from Alex, then I put my phone down, turning to my lover. "I know you're worried about saying anything, and I can tell that something happened," I said. "I really am worried now. What happened last night?" "I don't know how much I should tell you," he said. "About what!" I said, struggling to keep what was left of my calmness. "Now you're scaring me!" Pietro hugged me tightly, and that helped calm me a little. We sat like that for a moment, then he let go, but kept his hands on my shoulders for a moment. Eventually he got his device and began typing. "I can't fucking believe it!" I said standing up beginning to pace back and forth. "Who the fuck were those guys!" "I don't know, but it's definitely bad," Pietro responded. Just then there was a knock on my door. I checked to see who it was, and it was Dad. Aunt Beth spoke up, announcing herself as well. I let them in, and they sat down on the bed beside us. "Dad! What's going on!" I asked losing more of the calm that had been there a moment ago. After my dad finished talking, I felt like I would faint, throw up or both! The idea that Barb and Ray Wilson wanted to hurt me again, and in such a dangerous way, truly terrified me. "The two men who came here last night and broke in have been dealt with," my dad said. "You don't have to worry about them anymore, and soon it'll be the same for Barb and Ray." "Oh my god, she really does hate me," I said feeling truly sickened now. "She really does want to see me hurt or worse!" Dad and Aunt Beth both hugged me, then I shared a long hug with Pietro. After we separated, I sat back down. "What about Triston!" I asked jumping back up. "God, how are we going to tell him!" "We'll do it together, and we'll be there for him," Dad said putting his arm around me. I struggled to regain my composure, and it was at that point that I heard a couple of quick taps on the door knob of my bedroom door. I told Triston he could come in. He entered closing the door behind him. He sat down in the chair that was next to the bedside table, and Dad went over to him, explaining as calmly as he could, what happened. Triston was out of his chair instantly and running over to me. He was practically climbing into my lap, and I had to help him so he wouldn't fall or knock me down. Triston held on to me tightly, and he was sobbing hard. I worried that he might not be able to handle the news very well, but that was an under-statement. He was horrified. Though I knew that he loved me deeply, it was at that moment that I could tell, in an even more profound way, just how much he was attached to me. Not to mention, how much he loved me. "I'm here Triston," I said holding him tighter now. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Nothing bad is going to happen. You're going to be alright. We're all going to be okay. Dad and Aunt Beth will keep us all safe." Triston eventually calmed down, and his crying soon finished. I continued to hold him, then dad and Aunt Beth took turns holding him for a while. Pietro hugged him for a long moment, then Triston took Dad's hand. They both stood and after checking with him, Dad and Triston went into Triston's room. I sat with Pietro as Aunt Beth talked with us for a while, then she checked on Dad and Triston. Eventually she returned back home, and I went into the living room to try and process everything that had happened. 0000 David left Triston's room once he saw that his son was calmer now. Returning to his office, David checked his phone. There was a message from Collin. David read it, and it said that everything was cleaned up where the Jerry and Paul issue was concerned. David texted back that he was glad to hear that. Then he asked about the part concerning Barb and Ray Wilson. Collin replied that they were on their way to handle that right now. David texted back that he would await their report once it was done. After he sent the text, David put the phone back down on his desk. He went through the house at that point and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. After that was done, he went back to spent a little more time with Nohea, Pietro and Triston. 0000 Collin and Derrick pulled up to Barb and Ray Wilson's house. Shutting off the car, Collin checked his weapon, as well as the rest of the equipment in his bag. Derrick did the same, and they exited their van. "He's sure he doesn't want them clipped?" Derrick asked. "He's sure," Collin replied. "Of course, if the Cunt and the Cunt Eater give us any trouble and won't listen to reason, then we'll do what has to be done. They'll only have themselves to blame should we have to get messy. Let's just take it a step at a time." "Okay," Derrick replied. 0000 Barb walked through the house looking for another bottle of alcohol. She hadn't drunk the night before, but Ray had. He had been stressed from work, so he drank the night away as she sat in the living room writing in her journal. She was also attempting to stay up to wait for Nohea's arrival. The hours crept by, and when she awoke, it was daylight in the living room. Checking the time, Barb was shocked to see that it was after 9:00 A.M. She checked the house and saw that only Ray was there with her. After calling Jerry and Paul several times, Barb called the center in hopes that maybe they just decided to take him there rather than bringing him back to her. They said that they hadn't receive a Nohea Wilson. She asked them to check under David's last name, Nohea's dad, which was Swanson. They did, and still nothing came up in the computer. Barb slammed down the phone, and tried to think of what to do next. Clearly something had gone wrong! As Barb continued looking for a bottle of alcohol, there was a sharp knock on the door. Barb ran to it and threw it open. She blinked for a moment, as if trying to correct the image before her eyes. Barb wasn't sure if she was seeing what she thought she saw. She blinked once again, and the image was still there. Two men stood there, guns pointed just inches from her face. "Back in the house Cunt," the first man, and the bigger of the two, said in a low threatening tone, the coldness of which shocked her. "You don't call me a Cunt!" she said stepping forward. "Do it, or I'll blow your fucking brains out," the man said. "I won't fucking tell you again." Seeing the murder in his eyes, Barb backed away and the two men entered, closing then locking the door behind them. The second man grabbed her and with speed she didn't think possible, he had her hog-tied and on the floor. She struggled violently, then when his hand came smashing down on her cheek, it took the fight out of her. The first man grabbed her up as if she weighed nothing and took her into her bedroom. Ray was waking up at that point, and he sat up, head pounding from all the alcohol he had sucked down the night before. He blinked, and he could feel the nausea rising. "Morning Mother Fucker!" the first man said as he dumped Barb on the bed beside Ray. "What is this?" he asked trying desperately not to throw up. "We'll ask the questions here," a second man, smaller than the first one, answered. Ray lost the battle and he leaned forward. He threw up several times, and the smell rising up into his nose triggered another wave of nausea. He gagged then threw up a couple more times. "Feel better?" the first man asked. "By the way, I'm Collin. The guy to my left is named Derrick." "I don't give a fuck who the two of you are," Ray moaned as his head continued pounding. "Derrick, get this drunk an Advil and a cup of coffee," Collin said turning to his partner. After that was done, Collin tied up Ray, and after both prisoners were secured, Collin sat across from them in a chair that faced the bed. "So, how's things going?" Collin asked as if he was having a friendly chat with a good friend. "Fuck you!" Ray said with a little more composure now. "Now I don't think that's any way to be talking to my friend here," Derrick said. "We're just trying to have a conversation," Collin added. "So, to that end, I wanted to ask you a question. Barb, would you be so kind as to answer it?" "Go fuck yourself!" she hissed at him. "Alright, I've fucking had enough of the two of you and your shitty attitude!" Collin said all good-natured attitude gone. Racing toward her with a speed she didn't think possible, Collin was on her and he administered several blows to her face, and after untying her right arm, Collin took hold of it. Taking a tire iron from his bag, he brought it swiftly down on her arm, breaking it in one blow. Barb screamed, and Collin tackled her savagely. "Stop that fucking caterwauling you fucking child-abusing Cunt!" Collin roared in her face. "I'll skin you alive right here and right now if you don't shut the fuck up!" Ray told Collin to get the fuck off his wife, and Derrick was on him. Raining blow after blow on Ray's face shut him up quickly enough. Derrick administered two kicks to Ray's shins and now Ray lay there moaning in pain. Collin sat back down, and Derrick stood beside his chair. "Were you expecting anyone this morning?" Collin asked. "That was the question I wanted to ask." "I don't know what you mean," Barb said through swollen lips. "I mean, weren't you expecting a visit from your son this morning?" Collin asked. "What was his name, Nathan, Nick? Oh yeah, Nohea. It's a shame that he couldn't be here with you today. Oh, that's right, he wasn't supposed to be here exactly. He was supposed to go to a special place. Isn't that right?" "What the fuck are you talking about?" Ray asked fighting to not pass out from the pain. "You know exactly what we're talking about," Derrick said. "Fine!" Barb screamed sitting up slightly. "We wanted that little Faggot to pay for what he did!" Collin was on her again beating her all over, and kicking her in the ribs savagely. "Fucking use that word again, and I'll rip out your fucking heart and make you watch!" he growled in her face. "We wanted him to be straight!" she sobbed. "You wanted him to be tortured, because you didn't like who he really was," Derrick interjected. "He wasn't normal!" Ray screamed. "He was a nasty Faggot!" Derrick was on Ray instantly. He took out his knife, and Ray struggled. After sitting up suddenly, Ray managed to throw off Derrick. The ropes were now loose and Ray got free. He was on Derrick now, and his hands closed around the smaller man's throat. Derrick fought to keep from being strangled. Ray closed his hands around Derrick's throat, and with all the force he could produce, Derrick slammed his knee into Ray's groin. Ray flew off of him and slammed onto his back. Derrick attacked him, and within several seconds, Ray was a bloody mess covered in stab wounds. Barb was screaming now, and Collin slammed her in the head with the same tire iron he used to break her arm. "We're taking this Bitch with us," Collin said grabbing her and injecting her with a sedative. "What will we do with him?" Derrick asked. "Call Mark to get all this shit cleaned up," Collin ordered. Derrick did so, and after they got Barb Wilson secured in the van, they drove off. Eventually they got to their destination which was a hidden location. The location was a private airstrip. A plane was sitting on the runway. After Collin got Barb out of the van, he walked up to the entry of the plane. The door opened, and Collin stepped in. "Is this her?" a man asked with a thick Russian accent. His name was Ivan Petrov, and he escorted certain high-risk criminals over to Russia to be imprisoned. "It is, it's Barb Wilson," Collin said. "You know what to do." "I certainly do," Petrov replied as he took hold of her and locked her in a compartment designed specifically for prisoners. The plane took off, and after several hours, it reached its destination. Once Barb was released from the compartment, she watched as they took her out of the plane. After walking for several minutes, she looked up and beheld the large imposing structure before her. "This will be your new home for the rest of your life," Ivan Petrov said pushing her forward. "It's called Black Dolphin Prison. I can promise you, you're going to fucking hate it here." Barb watched as several huge guards exited and came towards her. "Bend over at the waist," the first guard said. Barb hesitated. Ivan beat her several times, and forced her into the stress position the first guard ordered her into in the first place. Once she was bent over at the waist, she was pushed forward. They entered the building, and Barb could hear loud noise all around her. When she attempted to stand straight, several blows rained down on her shoulders forcing her to bend over again. She was raced to a cell and pushed into it. "Welcome to Hell, Bitch," the first guard said. "Here you will find no love, no mercy, no kindness and certainly no rest. You will find no compassion, and no tenderness. Here you will find only coldness, hate, violence and torment for the rest of your miserable and shitty life. Enjoy. Whore." The door clanged shut, and the loud sound of the lock being engaged filled her with fresh terror. Looking around now, Barb saw the hopelessness of her situation, and in her mind, she saw time stretching out endlessly in this place. She saw years and years going by with her continuing to exist in this cell. She could see herself, old and almost dead, being forced along the halls, bent over and being beaten savagely. Barb was overcome with even more intense horror and fear now! She looked around her small cell once again, and then up at the glaring light in the ceiling. Her fear and terror were expelled in several long and piercing screams of pure agony! She screamed and screamed as she beat her fists bloody on the cell door. She ran all over the cell, but could hardly get anywhere! She sobbed, begged to be let out and screamed many more times! No one came to her aid, and at that point, she fell across her small prison bunk as her mind shattered into millions of little pieces and her sanity left her forever! Author's Notes I imagine that you're all surprised to see Barb endure what she did. I wasn't sure quite how to dispose of her, but the idea came to me not too long ago and so this is the result. I hope you all like how I handled it. In the next chapter you'll get to see Nohea and the rest of the family dealing with getting through the psychological trauma of what had happened. I hope you enjoy how that turns out as well. All that being said, I hope you're all doing well, and having a good day. I'll see you guys in Chapter Ten.