Born Evil (32 page)

Charlie thought that all his Christmasses had come at once as he closed the front door behind him.

‘I’m in here, babe,’ he heard Lois say as he made his way towards the lounge.

What a result, he thought, taking a deep breath to quell his growing excitement.

Glancing up from the magazine she was pretending to read, Lois’s smile froze in shock.

The glazed expression on Charlie’s face told Lois all she needed to know. Her very worst nightmare was about to become reality.

‘NOW COME ON
, girls, don’t mess me about. Bedtime … pronto.’

‘Oh, Mum,’ Gracie and Rosie answered in unison with sulky looks on their faces.

‘Now,’ Debbie said in her no-nonsense tone.

Gracie grabbed Rosie’s hand and the pair of them stomped towards their temporary bedrooms.

‘Little mares they’ve been on this holiday,’ Debbie said, looking at her mum and Karen for some sort of sympathy vote. Little did Debbie know that the reason for her daughters’ outlandish behaviour was their relief at being miles away from their brother. Without Charlie present, the girls could be themselves and let off steam.

June couldn’t help laughing. ‘They’re like clones of you and Mickey at that age, Debs. Both of them have inherited the Dawson stubbornness.’

‘Thanks, Mum. Blame me, won’t ya?’ Debbie replied, laughing in spite of herself.

‘It’s good they’ve got a bit of spirit,’ Karen piped up. ‘I wish my Lois was more like them. At least they stand up for themselves. My Lois is so quiet and shy. Alfie’s not so reserved, but Lois worries me sometimes. She came out of her shell when she met Dean, but I think he’s cooled it a bit and she’s hardly been out of her bedroom since.’

Debbie put her empty glass on to the table. ‘Young love, eh? Listen, I’d rather your Lois any day than them two little fuckers. Now, who’s for another glass of wine?’

‘Yes, please,’ June and Karen answered together.

The holiday was proving to be a great success. The kids loved Centerparcs, there was so much to do there, and the adults were loving it just as much. Even Peter, who normally walked around with a face like a smacked arse, was joining in with things and being jovial. Debbie felt she’d made a great choice in hiring the villa for a mini-break. It had been her idea to go there in the first place.

‘Wey-hey!’ Mickey shouted, amused to see Steve wobbling about, struggling to stay on the bike he’d hired.

‘Fuck this for a game of soldiers,’ Steve cursed, desperately trying to keep his balance. He hadn’t ridden a bike for years. Trust him to lump up at a poxy place where cars were banned.

Hearing a commotion behind him, Mickey looked around, fully expecting to see that Steve had taken a tumble. Noticing it wasn’t his friend but Peter who had ridden head first into a tree, Mickey couldn’t control his laughter.

‘You all right, mate?’ he asked, trying not to giggle.

‘No, I’m bloody not,’ Peter replied, clutching his left ankle.

Wobbling over to where Peter lay and Mickey stood, Steve took one look at his brother-in-law’s expression and pissed himself laughing.

‘It’s not funny, you know. I think I may have broken something,’ Peter complained.

‘You have, you’ve broken the fucking bike,’ Steve chortled, as he clocked the buckled front wheel.

Unable to control their laughter, he and Mickey fell to the ground in hysterics.

Peter sighed. He should have known better than to spend the evening drinking with his stepson and friend. They both drank like fish and he’d spent the entire night forcing himself to keep up with them. As soon as he’d hit the fresh air he’d felt drunk, and now this had happened. It was all June’s fault. She’d made him go out, was adamant that some male bonding would do him good. ‘You go out with the boys, Peter. I’m having a girlie night in with Debbie and Karen,’ she’d told him.

Looking disdainfully at the two laughing fools rolling about on the floor, Peter picked himself up and dusted himself down. This was going to be one hell of a weekend and he needed it about as much as he needed Tony Blair in power.

Lois sat on the sofa and felt sick with fear. It had been almost an hour now since Charlie had entered the house, and it had been the longest hour of her entire life. Feeling virtually naked, thanks to her stupid choice of outfit, she grabbed a big cushion and hugged it to her.

‘Don’t do that, you’ve got nice legs,’ Charlie said indignantly.

Not wanting to upset him, Lois moved the cushion away.

‘Let’s have another drink, eh? We’re in no rush. We’ve got all night, ain’t we?’ he said, picking up a bottle of Scotch.

Lois nodded. She was on autopilot now and knew that, whatever she did, she must not upset him. He had gone mad earlier when she’d tried to explain that the text messages she’d sent were meant for Dean, and not for him.

‘Slag, whore, prick tease!’ he’d screamed while pacing the room, eyes blazing with anger.

As frightened as she was, Lois found a strength within herself that she hadn’t known existed. Instinct told her that Charlie was far more dangerous than she could ever have imagined, and she guessed from his glassy expression that he’d been experimenting with drugs of some kind. Deciding that her best, and probably only, way out would be to be nice to him and play him along, she held her glass aloft.

‘I’m ready for a top-up now, Charlie. I was just thinking … maybe next week me and you can go on a proper date, if you like? Do you fancy the pictures or something?’

Charlie knocked back a large gulp of his Scotch and smiled. What did she think he was, fucking stupid? She was trying to play him, give him false hope by being nice. He could see her true opinion sketched across her face. She hated him. He repelled her. Eaten up with anger, he stood up and walked towards her.

‘Do you think I’m silly or something? Do I look like some fucking div?’

‘Charlie, you’ve got me all wrong. I really like you. I want … ’

He lunged at her and covered her mouth with his hand. ‘Shut the fuck up, you silly slag.’

Realising her plan hadn’t worked, Lois lashed out with her fists. As she struggled and fought with him, Charlie’s excitement grew along with his hard-on. ‘I’m all turned on now. Look what you’ve done to me, you horny bitch.’

As Charlie grabbed both of her hands and held them against his penis, he let out a sigh of pleasure. Overcome by hysteria, Lois let out a piercing scream.

With the exception of Peter, who had hobbled off to bed in one of his moods, the party at Centerparcs was still in full swing.

‘I was a good tap dancer in my younger days,’ June informed her son- and daughter-in-law.

‘She’s off,’ Mickey laughed, nudging Debbie. They’d had years of listening to their mother droning on about her years in pantomime. Now it was Karen and Steve’s turn.

Winking at her brother, Debbie decided to get her mother at it. ‘Don’t just tell ’em Mum, show ’em your moves.’

June didn’t need asking twice. ‘Wooh!’ she screamed as she broke into both dance and chorus. ‘“Any time you’re Lambeth way, any evening any day … ”’

‘Go on, girl, get stuck in,’ Steve shouted above the laughter and applause that her act was receiving.

‘“ … Everything’s free and easy, do as you darn’ well pleasey … ”’

‘Go on, Mum,’ Debbie screamed.

‘“You’ll find yourself, doing the Lambeth Walk – oi!”’

Finishing off her party piece with a handstand against the door, June fell into a drunken heap on the floor. The ensuing laughter was so noisy and raucous that unluckily for Lois her mother did not hear the phone ringing in her handbag.

‘Give us that fucking thing here,’ Charlie snarled, snatching her mobile out of Lois’s shaking hand.

‘Please don’t hurt me, Charlie,’ she whimpered as he pinned her down once again on the sofa.

The fear in her voice and eyes only added to Charlie’s ecstasy. Unable to contain himself, he released his rock-hard cock from his tracksuit bottoms. His sloppy kisses and the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth made Lois feel physically sick. Gagging, she started to pummel him again with her fists.

‘Get off me, you bastard!’ she screamed hysterically.

‘Wanna play rough, do you, bitch?’ Charlie asked. He was too far gone now even to think of the consequences of what he was doing. This was like every porno he’d ever watched, but ten times better. He’d always got off on watching men forcing women, but the reality of doing it for real was the best feeling he’d ever experienced in his life.

He tried to enter her, but had no joy. Lois was wriggling away like an eel beneath him and, being inexperienced and reasonably well-endowed, he couldn’t fit himself inside her. Desperate to relieve himself, he opted for a different tactic. Moving up her body he pinned her shoulders down with his knees, opened her mouth with his hands and shoved his throbbing cock inside.

‘Suck it, you fucking whore,’ he said, over and over again.

Trying to ring her daughter for the third time and getting no reply, Karen temporarily gave up and put the phone back into her handbag.

‘What’s the matter?’ Mickey asked, clocking his wife’s worried expression.

‘I can’t get hold of Lois. I got a missed call earlier from her, but I’ve tried her mobile and the landline and there’s no reply.’

‘Have you spoken to her at all today?’ Mickey asked, concerned.

‘Yeah, this morning and this afternoon. She was going out for a meal with one of her friends.’

‘Well, there you are then,’ he replied, panic subsiding. ‘She’s probably having a whale of a time.’

‘Yeah, you’re right,’ Karen said, sipping her drink. ‘I’ll try her again later.’

Feeling himself about to ejaculate, Charlie was furious when Lois bit the end of his penis with such force, it left him doubled up in pain with his eyes streaming with tears.

‘You bitch! You cunt!’ he screamed, as she struggled to get away from him.

Hyperventilating, Lois tried to make a dash for the front door. She was trembling from head to foot and running wasn’t easy. Panic seemed to have paralysed her. All her movements felt too slow. She grabbed the door handle, safety only seconds away.

Unfortunately for her, Charlie had locked the door on his arrival.

As soon as he arrived home from his boxing presentation, Dean Summers galloped towards his bedroom to locate his mobile. He’d been surrounded by females all night, as per usual, but none of them had interested him. He really liked Lois and was determined to put things right with her. Seeing the text message she’d sent him earlier, he cursed himself for forgetting the bastard thing. He tried to ring her, and slung the phone down in temper when he realised he’d used up all his credit. Slipping his shoes off, he bunged his trainers on. He was a fast runner. If he sprinted, he could be at hers in ten minutes flat.

After failing to unlock the front door, Lois managed to run upstairs and grab the landline phone from her mum’s bedroom. She didn’t know her mum’s or dad’s mobile numbers off by heart, so 999 was her only option.

Despite the pain he was in, Charlie forced himself up the stairs after her. Just as she was about to dial, he yanked the wire from the wall, ending her call before it had begun. He grabbed Lois’s hair and shoved her on to her mother’s bed. His penis was limp by now. Desperate to revive it, he ripped off her knickers and shoved his grubby fingers inside her.

Unable to defend herself any longer, Lois just let him do it. All the fight had gone out of her now. She wished he’d just kill her and get it over with. If he raped her, she wouldn’t want to live. She knew without a doubt that her life would never be the same again after tonight.

With Lois no longer able to struggle, Charlie failed to get an erection. Feeling embarrassed by his own failure, he made a suggestion. ‘Let’s go downstairs and have another drink, eh?’

Lois felt too weak and disgusted even to answer.

Dean put his hands on his knees and caught his breath after his mad sprint. Luckily he knew the security number to open the gates off by heart, so punched it in and jogged up to the house.

Charlie was pouring himself a Scotch when he heard Dean Summers’s booming voice.

‘Lois, open the door, babe! I’m sorry I never called you earlier, but I’ve only just got your text.’

‘Help! Help! The doors are locked. I’ve been attacked, Dean … please help me!’

A strong lad, he easily snapped a big branch off a nearby tree. With all his might he smacked it against a front window, over and over again, until the glass finally cracked.

Charlie knew then the game was up. He was no match for Dean Summers, that was for sure. Deciding escape was his only option, he ran to the front door, unlocked it, and as he heard Summers climb in through the livingroom window, ran for his goddamn’ life.

Dean could not have been more shocked when a partially naked Lois threw herself sobbing into his arms.

‘You’re safe now, Lois, I’m here to protect you,’ he soothed, trying to comfort her. ‘What happened? Who did this to you?’

‘It w-w-was Ch-Ch-Charlie.’ Deep in shock, she was unable to get her words out properly.

Dean held her close. ‘How did he get in here? Did he break in?’

Lois sobbed. ‘I opened the d-door. I thought it was y-you.’

‘I’ll fucking kill him! Where is he? We’ve gotta ring the police.’

‘Nooooo!’ Lois cried. ‘No police. I can’t handle it. Just ring my mum and dad, they’ll know what to do.’

‘Where’s your phone?’

‘I don’t know,’ she sobbed hysterically. ‘He took it off me.’

Dean led her into the lounge and sat her down on the sofa. He’d have liked to chase after Charlie fucking Dawson and give the freak the beating of his life, but he couldn’t leave Lois. She was way too distressed.

‘Did he … you know?’

Shaking her head, Lois looked at the floor. ‘Nearly. He tried to,’ she managed to say.

Spotting her phone under the chair, she pointed it out to Dean. ‘I want my mum,’ she sobbed.

Karen had been asleep for almost an hour before the shrill sound of her ring-tone awoke her. Reaching into her handbag, she fished for her mobile.

‘Hello,’ she said, still half-asleep.