Paige and Chloe

by Aimee-Louise Foster

  I needed to know, I needed to know who had hurt her, "Who Paige? Who did this to you?"

  Silence filled the room and I didn't think she would reveal the name of her abuser.

  She pulled out of my hug and looked at me with a blank expression as she whispered, "Uncle Harry."

  Oh my god! Harry had cared for us when we were younger and had spent many nights at our house. I felt sick, how could anyone molest a child let alone a family member, who was supposed to love and care for them.

  The penny finally dropped, I now realised why dad had asked me whether I'd been molested and where he had now gone, he'd want revenge, he'd want blood.

  I needed to make contact with the club but was a little unsure of who to call, that would be sensitive to the cause.

  Paige had settled back down and I'd offered to make her a hot drink. Walking into the kitchen I removed my mobile from my pocket and dialled the one person that I knew would help me, without asking too many questions.

  "I hoped that you'd call me, I understand that you don't want to meet up but I think it's best that we discuss this Chloe."

  "Mark, I haven't got time for this shit now, I need help and I don't know who else to call." I used his real name to emphasize the seriousness of the situation.

  "What do you need babe?"

  "I can't tell you what's happened but Dad is on his way to his brother's house."

  "Harry?"

  "Ahh-haa! It's not going to be pretty, I need you to stop him or support him, I don't know, I just need you to be there for him. I know I'm not in any position to ask for a favour from you but..."

  "Chloe, it's fine I'm pleased you called me. How long ago did he leave?"

  "Twenty minutes."

  "Are you okay? Do you need anything before I go?"

  "No I'm fine...Mark..."

  "Yeah?"

  "Please make sure that my dad is okay."

  "He'll be fine, don't worry babe."

  Woods

  "Have you done it yet?"

  "You're such an insensitive prick. Hound's in trouble, he's on his way to Norwich to do his brother harm. I don't know any more details but I can just surmise that whatever's gone down, involves Harry and Paige. I'll leave you to fill in the blanks." Duke didn't interrupt me as I explained what I knew.

  "I'll meet you at the services in ten minutes. Are you tooled up?"

  "Yeah but hurry Duke, he has twenty to thirty minutes on us."

  I was already on my motorcycle ready to leave and fastened my helmet quickly before heading into the evening traffic towards the petrol station in Hastingwood.

  Diesel and Bear pulled up beside me at the services, I glanced around the garage forecourt, "Where's Duke?" I asked confused as to why he hadn't shown.

  Diesel raised his eyebrows and looked towards the van that had just pulled up, "He's drunk too much, he's in the van with Ramsey and Buster."

  I shook my head with a smirk, rather them than me, I wouldn't want to be with him in a confined space for the next couple of hours.

  The most direct route was the M11, A11, which was our only option as we needed to get to our destination quickly. Diesel had explained that Duke was trying to get someone from the Norfolk charter to visit the property, to make sure Hound was okay but if Harry had been fucking around with Paige, which I suspected, Hound had every right to do whatever he wanted to him. We just needed to make sure that he was okay and if he needed any assistance, I was only too happy to help.

  We turned into an affluent street with huge detached houses on either side of the road but pulled into an alley that led to the rear of the properties because the road was busy and we didn't want to raise suspicion. Parking alongside Hound's motorcycle, I noticed another bike parked further down the alley under a tree.

  The back gate opened abruptly and we turned pulling out various weaponry.

  "Whoa! Easy tigers," Lenox said strolling out of the garden with a fag on the go. "This is some welcoming party boys." He sniggered looking at the six of us ready to attack.

  Duke briskly walked towards Lennox and gave him a manly hug, he'd been an Essex boy originally but had moved up here a few years ago.

  "Is Hound in there?"

  "He sure is." He looked a little uneasy but held open the gate so that we could enter the garden. Lennox chuckled, "I hope you're not squeamish."

  Duke nodded in the direction of the house, "Woods, Bear, go and check it out."

  I took the lead and Bear followed closely as we stealthily made our way up the lawn of the large back garden with our pieces drawn just in case we needed them.

  Bear glanced through the patio window, shielding his hands around his face to prevent a reflection on the glass obstructing his vision.

  "What do you see?" I asked impatiently.

  "Hound's sitting down chatting to someone in the chair opposite him, he seems to be in control and looks calm."

  Had I got this wrong? Had he just come to visit his brother?

  "Who's he talking to? Is it Harry?"

  "From this view point I can only see the top of the blokes head but I'm assuming its Harry, let's go in."

  We made our way through the back door that led into the kitchen and instantly noticed that the cutlery drawer was open and the contents were spilt over the floor, like it had been ransacked by someone urgently looking for something.

  "Hound, how you doing man?" I asked as we walked cautiously into the living room.

  Hound looked confused as he glanced in our direction, "What are you two doing here?"

  "We were worried about you, we wanted to make sure that you were okay."

  I was concerned by how calm he was considering the close proximity of his brother, I didn't know what Harry had done but I had my suspicions.

  I heard a muffled sound coming from the man that I assumed was Harry, and made my way around the armchair to see him fully.

  "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.

  Chapter 10

  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 co
ntinued 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."