Paige and Chloe (13 page)

"What the fuck have you
done?" Bear asked clearly shocked.
Hound twirled a sharp edged blade in front of him, his forearms and hands were covered
in claret. I followed the blood trail along the carpet until I saw the mess in
the groin of his victim.
"Oh my god Hound!" Bear said as he registered what had happened and
doubled over cupping his own cock in sympathy for Harry.
Hound glanced back in the direction of his
brother, "I'm just making sure this cunt never does it again!"
"I don't understand do what again Hound?" I needed confirmation, I
needed to know what had gone on and whether it involved Chloe.
"Molesting children, he molested Paige for year's right under my
nose."
I turned to look at the piece of shit in front of me, my suspicions were
confirmed but even I was shocked by what I saw.
Harry had his pants and trousers around his ankles and there was a bloody mess
around his groin, making it difficult to see what had actually gone on. As I
looked further up his body I saw something stuffed in his mouth, I glanced at
Hound as he slowly nodded with a satisfactory grin answering my unspoken words,
Harry had his own cock in his mouth.

I looked between Hound and the man
bleeding out in his own living room, I had seen some awful things in my time at
the club but this was on another level because of the calmness of Hound's demeanour.
These were the actions of a dad wanting revenge for his daughter, I couldn't
comprehend what he must've been going through but I hoped that this made him
feel somewhat better.

Duke stepped into the room
assessing the situation, "Fucking hell Hound, you've done a good job there
mate." He placed his hands on his hips and observed Harry in more detail.
"Go and get yourself cleaned up so we're ready to leave when the cunt's
dead." Diesel said calmly looking over my shoulder at the carnage in front
of us.
Hound stood, still composed and strolled towards the kitchen still holding the
blade, "Bear, go and give him a hand." Duke said nodding in the
direction of the kitchen.
For a moment Diesel, Duke and I stood in the living room assessing the surreal
moment, it was inventive I'd give him that.

"Woods, get the prospect's in
here to do a clean up."
I nodded and walked through the kitchen passing Hound and Bear, sitting at the
kitchen table discussing tonight's events. I didn't want to intrude and left
through the back door making my way up the garden and into the alley at the
back of the house.

"Duke wants you to take your
kit inside, you've gotta do a clean up."
"What's gone on Woods?" Ramsey asked.
"It's a whole new meaning to the word blowjob!" I sniggered as Ramsey
and Buster glanced at each other as they walked towards the house confused.

While I had a minute to myself, I
sat on my motorcycle taking in the last couple of days. I knew from the start
that I shouldn't have pursued Chloe but now that I had experienced what it
could possibly be like with her, I didn't want to let her go but Hound had
enough going on without me causing anymore aggravation and to be honest, I didn't
fancy giving myself a blowjob!

I pulled my phone from my pocket
once I heard the text.

Have you caught up with him
yet?

Yeah. We'll be leaving in a
couple of hours.

Is dad okay?

I smiled at her question.

He's probably feeling a
little better now.

And Harry?

You don't have to worry
about that babe, it's all taken care of. How's Paige doing?

Do you know?

Yes.

She's gonna need a lot of
support.

You know where I am if you
need me.

She didn't respond to my last text
but then I was surprised that she'd contacted me in the first place to look out
for her dad. That must have meant something, that must have meant that she
trusted me at least.

"Woods can you give us a
hand?" Buster asked as he peered into the alley from the back garden.
"Sure." That's just what I needed, blood and guts over my new jeans.

Paige

I slowly opened my eyes to see the
water colour of a sunset over the sea, displayed prominently on the wall
directly in front of me. Either side of the painting were mounted wall lights
that dimly shone, giving me just enough light to see the room that would now be
my home for the next ninety days.
My room was spacious but contained minimal furnishings, I had my own bathroom,
which was something to be grateful for, but televisions, computers and phones
weren't allowed in private rooms because everything had to be monitored to help
with the recovery and the support offered in this god forsaken place.

I had agreed to be admitted to a
privately run rehab clinic somewhere is Kent. Frank thought that by taking me
out of Essex, I would have a better chance of being more successful and
completing the programme as my surroundings were less familiar and I wouldn't
want to leave, he also thought that it may stop undesirables from visiting me.
Little did he know that I didn't have anyone that would want to spend any time
with me and rightly so. I had been a grade A bitch for so long, that I had pushed
everyone away that tried to get close but that's how I had wanted it, it was
easier that way as I wouldn't have to meet anyone's expectations.
The control had been taken away from me at such an early age, that I now craved
it in my adult life. I enjoyed doing what I liked whenever I liked, it gave me
a sense of power, but I had now allowed these people to take the control that I
had worked so hard to achieve, and I really didn't know how long I was going to
cope, if at all.

Frank praised me for making the
right decision in coming here, as these people could give me the support and
guidance needed to kick my drug addiction, as well as offering counselling
sessions so that I could talk about the abuse that was the root cause of my
addiction.
I rubbed my forehead and groaned at the thought of sitting in a room with a
total stranger, discussing memories that I had tried so hard to forget. I
didn't want to be dragging up the past, I just wanted to forget but this place
would make me address some issues that I really didn't want to be discussing at
this moment in time. The counsellor had explained that they wouldn't push me,
to discuss things that I wasn't ready to divulge but this still didn't make me
feel comfortable about the whole situation.

The real reason why I decided to
come here was so that I could get away from the questions that everyone would
now want to ask. The what's, whys and how's?
Why did people feel that they
needed to know every bloody detail of my life? It happened to me, shouldn't I choose
who I wanted to tell?

I also needed to spend this time
away to analyse my life and what I wanted from it. I could continue down the
path of self destruction or I could start to rebuild my life, and hope for a
better future but what could that possibly involve?
I had a job as a stripper, I rented a room from the club and I had no friends.
If I decided to make a go of everything, I would possibly need to move away, I
didn't want to be known as the girl that was molested by her uncle. If I was
ever going to find closure I would most certainly need a fresh start.

I knew that the amount of heroin I
had injected during my binge, wasn't enough to kill me, although there was always
a risk every time I injected myself. It was no more than a cry for help, I
wanted Frank to know what had happened, I just didn't know how to go about
telling him and thought that this may be the easiest way. I had kept this
secret for so long that I truly didn't know whether I would be believed, after
all that I had said and done over the years but what I was finding difficult to
deal with now, was the attention I was getting from Frank, which was something
I wasn't used to at all. He obviously felt guilty for what had happened to me
and rightly so, it was his fault that Harry was brought into our home in the first
place but it was heartbreaking to see a grown man who was usually so strong now
helpless, and not knowing what to do in order to support or comfort me.
I couldn't allow him to touch me as he reminded me so much of his brother but I
knew that he just wanted to hug me, and tell me that it was all going to be
okay.

I was pulled from my thoughts by a
light knock on my door. I patted down my hair and sat up in the bed making sure
that I looked half presentable for whoever had come to see me.
"Hi darlin," Frank said as he poked his head around the door.
"Is it okay for me to come in?"
I nodded and a smile crept across his face as he strolled into the room,
closing the door gently behind him.
"You fell asleep so I left to make some phone calls. Chloe is bringing some
clothes down for you."
I raised my eyebrow slightly at his comment, "Don't be so surprised Paige,
she loves you and wants to help."
More like she wants to reiterate to everyone just how perfect she is.
Frank moved further into the room and sat on the chair beside the bed,
initially moving his hands towards mine but retracted when he remembered with
pain etched on his face.

"How you doing
beautiful?" he asked softly
"I feel better for having a sleep although these pillows are shit." I
took the top pillow from behind me and tried to plump it into shape.
"That's not a problem, we can get you new pillows." The chair scraped
across the tiled floor as he stood abruptly.
"Stop it! Just fucking stop it!" I raised my hands in front of him,
"Please just stop with the fussing, I can make do with a couple of shitty
pillows."
"But you shouldn't have to just make do, you're my daughter." Frank sat
back in the chair and lowered his head to look at the floor as he rested his
chin on the palm of his hand, "I'm just so sorry Paige but I'm in limbo here
babe, I just don't know what to do to make it better for you and for us to
rebuild our relationship."
"You've done more than enough, you've paid for all this." I stated
moving my hand around at the room although he wasn't looking.
"It will never be enough though, will it?" He lifted his head slowly
so that I could see his tear stained cheeks, I didn't want to see him like this
but I couldn't just forgive him, I was still consumed with so much hatred.
"Just give it time Frank, I just need time."
Frank wiped his tears but continued to lean forward in the chair, "I cut
his dick off!"
I didn't know if I had heard him correctly, "You what?" I asked
turning towards him.
"I cut his dick off." He repeated the statement as calmly as the
first time.
I sniggered, "Fucking hell Frank, I knew you'd be pissed and hoped you'd
put a bullet in him but ouch!"
"It came off quite easily..."
"Enough! I really don't need to hear all of the juicy details, I'll just
leave that to my own vivid imagination."

I sat quietly and thought about
the monster that had hurt me and how his death had somewhat pleased me but I
needed to know a few more details to put my mind at ease.
"Did he say anything about...you know, about me?" I wanted to know if
he had tried to blacken my name or even apologised for all the hurt he had
caused me.
I could see Frank digest what I'd just asked but his blank expression spoke
louder than any words. He nodded his head slightly, "Yeah he apologised
for what he did."
"Liar, tell me what he said!" I raised my voice as I sat upright in
the bed. Why was he sticking up for the piece of shit, he was dead, he couldn't
come back and hurt me further, I needed to know.
"No good will come of it babe, you don't need to worry about what he said,
he was just a desperate man fighting for his life." Frank stood and tried
to place his hand on mine but I swatted him away.
"Tell me!"
Frank ran his hands through his thinning grey hair and stood, pacing the room
before stopping at the end of my bed to rest his hands on the bed frame.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked looking intrigued.
"I want to know what went through his mind in his last moments. I want to
know who he thinks is to blame and whether he had any remorse."
Frank let out a long sigh, "He tried to apologise at first, stating that it
was all but a misunderstanding, and that you must've been confused."
"Go on."
Frank let out a sigh and lowered his eyes, "But once he realised that he
was going to die either way he got nasty, said that you came on to him and
enjoyed every minute of it." I could see the anger on Frank's face and his
knuckles turn white as he gripped the metal frame of the bed, "But he
screamed like a fucking baby when I hacked at his cock with a blunt knife,
making sure that the pain lasted as long as possible."
I nodded my head taking in what he'd just said, I knew Harry wouldn't have shown
any remorse, that was just the sort of bloke he was but I was glad that he felt
pain before he died.

"So what did you do with his
cock?" This was the most surreal conversation I could possibly have with
Frank but it was something I needed to know.
He sniggered, "I put it in his mouth as he bled out in the front room
before the guys took him to Les at the crematorium to take care of the body for
us."
"You're one sick individual. Who would've thought an old boy like yourself
would be able to be so nasty?"
We sniggered together as Chloe entered the room. "Hi, it's good to see you
two getting along."
She breezed in wheeling a suitcase and had a large holdall over her shoulder,
which she removed and placed in the corner of the room near to the wardrobe.
She turned and smiled, "How you feeling?"
"I feel better for having a sleep but I still feel rough." I leant
over to pick up my glass of water but my hand shook making it difficult to hold
it properly. Chloe quickly came to my aid and took the glass to place it to my
lips.
"I don't need a nurse maid, I've just told Frank I'm not an invalid."
I snatched the glass from her hand and spilt water into my lap but I didn't
want everyone fussing over me, I wasn't used to having attention and it just seemed
strange.
"And I'm not going to make it a regular thing so don't get used to
it." Chloe stated as she sat at my bedside on the opposite side to Frank.
I rolled my eyes, "Look I'm finding this all a little difficult. You all
couldn't stand to be around me until you knew what happened."
"That's where you're wrong Paige. I would've liked to have spent more time
with you but now I understand why you pushed me and everyone else away."
"So now my shitty behaviour has been justified, everything's okay?"
Chloe frowned as she analysed what I'd just said, "Well yeah, I think
you're right."
"This is all fucked up, the whole situation is fucked up." I took
another sip of water and stretched to place the glass onto the bedside cabinet
but my hand couldn't sustain the action and I dropped it onto the floor.
"Shit!"
"Don't panic, it's fine." Chloe pulled some tissues from the box on
the desk and placed them on the tiled floor to mop up the spilt water.
I looked at my hand that was still shaking and covered it with the other,
trying to hide the fact that I needed something to take the edge off.
"What are they doing about that?" Frank asked nodding towards my
hand.
"I'm seeing someone this evening. Can we please change the subject?"
I asked in a huff.

Frank glanced at his watch and stood,
"I've gotta make a move anyway but I'll visit you in a couple of days.
You'll only be allowed visitors at the weekend from now on."
"I know but that's good, I need space to give me time to think."
Frank nodded and moved around the bed to give Chloe a hug, he turned to look at
me and I smiled before he turned to leave.
"Frank," he spun in my direction. "Thank you." I simply
stated letting him know that I was grateful for what he had done, a grin
crossed his face and I saw him physically relax before he left the room.

"Right, do you want to have a
look in these bags to see what I've brought?"
I nodded as I pulled back the duvet and got out of bed to make my way over to
the case and holdall because I needed to know what she had brought, as our
dress senses were completely different. I needed comfortable clothes, I
couldn't be sitting around here for three months in the clothes I usually wore for
work.
Opening the case, I riffled through the contents to see a couple of pairs of
jeans, t-shirts and jumpers, she had also packed a family photograph. I rolled
my eyes at her sentimental gesture but she just smiled and shrugged her
shoulders, clearly pleased with herself. I continued to rummage in the bags and
found something hard, I moved the clothes out of the way to see my new seven
inch dildo.
I raised my eyebrows, "And why have you packed Mr Dick?" I asked
referring to my latest purchase from Ann Summers.
Chloe blushed clearly embarrassed by my question, "Well...erm you're going
to be here for twelve weeks." She whispered.
"Why are you whispering?"
"I don't want people to know that I brought you a vibrator."
I laughed as I carried some of the clothes and Mr Dick across the room and
placed them onto the bed.

I couldn't believe how normal this
all seemed and although I was still angry with Chloe, deep down I knew it
wasn't her fault, although I would need some help in dealing with the feelings I
had towards her.
"Paige I better be going soon as I've got a long drive home."
I turned towards her, "That's fine, thank you for bringing all of this
stuff today. I know things have been shit between us for years but I will try
to sort my head out, I promise."
"I only wish I knew, I could've at least tried to help you." Chloe's
eyes watered, she was never one to hide her true emotions but I really didn't
want her pity.
She smiled through her tears and strolled towards me, engulfing me in her arms to
pull me tight. At first I was shocked and let my arms hang by my sides as the
hug was one sided but I owed her this, I needed to show her some affection back
and awkwardly wrapped my arms around her.
We stayed like this for a while, as I knew Chloe needed it but once she had composed
herself I gently pulled away, "I'll come and see you at the weekend."
I smiled and nodded my head watching her leave my room. Turning back towards
the mess on my bed, I decided I needed some order to try to make this room look
more like home, if I was going to be staying here for the next three months.
I placed the frame onto the shelf above my bedside cabinet that included a
photo of the six of us taken on one of our family holidays to Lanzarote. I
remembered when this photograph was taken, this was a happy time, this was what
I was now calling BH, 'Before Harry'. We had played in the swimming pool all
day and later on that evening, Frank and Maggie had taken us out for dinner.
Frank had asked a passer-by to take a photo of us at the harbour, our faces
showed our enjoyment and I noticed Franks arm wrapped around me. I lightly
rubbed my thumb over the photo but I was pulled from my thoughts of happier times
by a light knock on the door.
"What have you forgotten?" I turned expecting to see Chloe enter the
room but was met by the hooded eyes of Cade.