The 11th day

[Oxidizer]

*convulses from withdrawls*

[flicko]

Next chapter, a little belated.

 

My mind went black, my thoughts were somewhat inexistent, my vision was blurry and I could simply feel nothing. Strapped to many machines, with about 6 tubes lodged inside my body, I tried unsuccessfully to sit up, I was simply too weak to do so. My left leg was heavily elevated and covered in a thick cast. I started to look around bewildered, wondering exactly what had happened. So I turned to my mother and Tom and asked them. I could see there mouths moving, but could hear nothing, so I frowned and tried to leer closer towards them. I then read my mother's lips and noticed she asked me what was wrong with me, and I replied by saying I can hear nothing, more loudly than usual.

 

At this point my mother broke down in tears and fell onto Tom's shoulder. She was crying and screaming at the same time, which got me worried as I had no idea what had happened. Tom then pressed the buzzer to alert a nurse or doctor. About five minutes later a nurse arrived, and spoke to my mother and Tom. She then edged over to me and took a look inside my ears, and she tried to explain to me what was wrong. As I was watching her mouth move I had a flashback. I could see Jerry, he was at the pool table with me, and we were both on black. Inevitably, he said to me that I better not make the shot, like he did way back when. I then hesitantly made the shot, and looked towards Jerry, who at this point was looking at me like I'd just chopped his balls off. I then witnessed him pick the white ball up, just before he threw it at me I could see a reflection in the ball. It was a silhouette of what seemed to be two males standing behind me. Jerry then threw the ball.

 

I then sat there, staring at the nurse as she injected me with something which made me drowsy. The next thing I remember is waking up to a doctor clicking his fingers. Hearing the clicks, I realized my sound was back, and the doctor explained to me that it was a side effect of having the remains of my left foot amputated. That's right, Amputated, for f*ck sake. Angry and upset, I aggressively grabbed the doctors collar and screamed at him, asking him why he amputated my foot, why couldn't he sort it. At that point my mother an Tom ran into the room and grabbed me. My mother, balling her eyes out, explained to me that it had to be done, there was no other option. So I steadily lowered myself back down, and placed my hands in my head. I've got one f*cking foot, those were the only words going through my head, I mean, why the f*ck had this happened to me.

 

The doctors then moved me into a different ward, with my mother and Tom following. I could hear Tom on his mobile, he told somebody I was alright and it was ok to come and see me. I kept quiet until the doctors had gone and then I asked Tom who he was talking to. Guess what he said, Jerry. Jerry and Cassandra were coming to see me. I gripped my mothers hand tighter and tighter at the thought of Jerry coming to see me, and then I turned my head to the left, and saw him at the door. He gave me a look of fear, and called my mother and Tom towards him. I could see them talking, but couldn't hear what about. And then, surprisingly, my mother, Tom and Cassandra all turned around, and headed to the cafeteria, and Jerry was walking towards me.

 

I started breathing heavily, quenching my fists and sitting upright assertively, I had to kill him, I just had to. This was my chance. And then, as he edged closer, within jabbing distance, he begged me to just hear him out. I'd never seen him so scared and fearful of another person, this was very strange. Curious, I said ok. Jerry told me he suffers from anger management, and it was partially due to his upbringing. I aggressively shouted, asking him if that was the reason he did such a brutal thing to my dog, which confused him greatly. He asked me what the f*ck I was on about, and I told him what had happened to Kaizer, and then told him to stop acting like a twat and admit to crucifying my dog. I was now even more enraged, the fact he had the audacity to deny killing my dog, I mean, he was the only other person in my house.

 

And then I remembered the flashback I had, seeing two male silhouettes on the white ball. I quickly turned to Jerry, who then told me that there were two of his father's former associates stood behind me. As you can expect this confused me so f*cking much, so I asked him what the f*ck he meant by, his dad's former "associates". And he replied by saying that his dad was a major drug dealer in the past, and had neglected Jerry to earn money selling drugs. The two men, whose names remained anonymous, were Tom's closest allies and always went on major deals with him, and were renowned for brutally assaulting household pets, to get at people who prejudice against them and Tom's business. Jerry then however told me that Tom had set them up, and had them arranged to be killed in a shootout, which was supposed to be any other normal drug deal. After hearing that they weren’t actually dead, Tom and Jerry moved town quite a bit ago, to try and avoid them, as they had now become big, and were inevitably out for Tom.

 

So when I potted the black, the two men were stood behind me, and Jerry's only reaction was to throw the white ball at them, which unfortunately hit me instead. Jerry then explained to me that the men were holding wooden fence poles, and they told me to get the f*ck out. They must of thought Kaizer was a pet of Tom's, and what they did to him needs no explaining. Now everything made sense, except the fact that Jerry was hitting off with the girl I was supposed to be seeing, and had the balls to act like nothing had happened. Jerry then told me that all the anger management classes he attained helped him to overcome such a thing, by simply doing something else to get something out of his mind. And he also told me that Cassandra told him that she was single and just looking for a shag.

 

I told Jerry everything I had gone through, about trying to kill him and having my foot blown off by one of his mates, and he told me that the girl was in police custody, after being caught three days after the incident. The three days bit confused me, and I asked him what had happened. He told me I was in a coma for three days after him and Cassandra took me to A&E after they found me. And Cassandra handed in the gun to the police station, which was tested for fingerprints. Obviously Jerry's mates fingerprints were on the gun, and she became a target point. And they had caught her in the early hours of the morning I woke up.

 

Me and Jerry then spoke for a while, and he told me that he'd told Tom about what happened, but didn't know about the dog, so I told him to go and fetch them, which is what he did. Tom walked in first with my mother holding his hand walking slowly behind him. And behind them was Cassandra. My mother asked if I was ok, and I told her that I was doing better than the last time she saw me. As I was about to tell her to sit down as I explained what had happened to Kaizer, she interrupted me and told me the dog had disappeared, and she asked me where he was, before breaking down in tears again. f*ck, I had to tell her...

 

f*ck, I'm getting worse.

[Chickstick]

f*ck, I'm getting worse.

Not at all. It's still as good as when you started.

 

Writers are often the worst judges of their work- I find it very hard to be 100% satisfied with my writing, yet I still receive good feedback. Trust me, you are most certainly not getting worse.

[Oxidizer]

Whoa! What in the hell took me so long to eventually notice you updated this?!

I suck. Of course I do, it's my job Saturday nights only - don't judge.

 

Now, I don't think there's anything I can think of to say that Chickstick hasn't already covered, so I'll just settle with a simple: that was f*ckin' good!

 

Alrighty.

[flicko]

Cheers lads, knew I could count on your two's feedback. Shame nobody else has been following the story to give there opinion on it. Ah well, my fault on that part for writing it too quick. I'll know better next time.

 

Chickstick, yeah, all the way throught writing the chapter I kept thinking it was simply terrible. Reading over it again it doesn't seem too bad.

 

And cheers Oxidizer, forgot to post that I'd updated it, I'll do it now.

[Oblivionz]

I'm reading it! I just never leave comments on anything, my apologies!

It's great, keep it up, I'm definitely reading everything you post.

[flicko]

I'm reading it! I just never leave comments on anything, my apologies!

It's great, keep it up, I'm definitely reading everything you post.

Cheers, nice to see somebody else has been following it.

[mark-2007]

Me too, I've been following it since the start and must say it's rather good, thanks for entertaining. When can the next chapter be expected?

[flicko]

Me too, I've been following it since the start and must say it's rather good, thanks for entertaining. When can the next chapter be expected?

When I have the time, within the next few days I would say, been busy with the short story today. Glad to see another follower, and thanks for the comments!

[Oxidizer]

Are you dead? Or rather, is this dead?

 

Word o' advice: don't be dead!

[flicko]

Holy sh*t, I completely forgot about this topic, mainly due to the fact that I've been busy creating two big topics in The Lounge. Next chapter is here though, apologies to followers, I'll make sure to not forget about it this time.

 

Looking into my mother's eyes, I asked Tom, Jerry and Cassandra to go into the waiting room. Reluctantly, they did. At this point my mother was definitely aware something tragic had happened, and her face just turned into a waterfall, as she fell into my weak arms. As a tear stroked down my face, my mother looked up at me. Aside from my child years, my mother had never seen me cry. The look of desperation in her face was evident as she wiped away the tear away. I told her calmy to sit down. After she sat down she held my hand, and asked me what had happened. What the f*ck could I tell her? That Tom is massively responsible for our dog's death which would ruin there relationship? Or a lie which could provoke claims that I am partly to blame? I just didn't know.

 

I started describing the incident when me and Jerry were both on the black ball. I told her that I potted the ball, and celebrated victoriously. I was making things up as I went along to bide the time. To my joy, the moment I was going to tell her what had happened, two people walked into my ward, and walked towards me. They stood there, looking at me, put there hands in there pocket and pulled out two badges, they were the police. One of them was dressed in a black coat going down to his knees, and had a shirt and tie on. The other was female, and had ginger curly hair and a nice suit. There was also a policeman there, who looked remarkably familiar. f*ck, it was the bloke who belted me in the bollocks with his truncheon, and just about made me infertile, the bastard. This got me worried, it made me look aggresive and capable of causing violence, and what's worse, they wanted to interview me.

 

There were only two chairs, so the detectives sat down while the other policeman went to fetch another chair and a cappucino, after he'd given me the dirtiest look, mind you. The detectives asked me what had happened to my foot, so I told them, knowing that they already knew. They told me that the girl who shot me was found dead at Paddingon police station in the early hours of the morning, yet they didn't know how. They also told me that they had searched my house for evidence to why the girl shot me, and said that they found a deceased dog, covered with a blanket which had died from internal bleeding in the anus. Of course, it was Kaizer. I gulped excessively as they then told me that they did a post-mortem on Kaizer, and found my fingerprints all over it, as well as my fingerprints all over the blanket he was covered in. The cheeky carrot head detective then asked me sarcastically if I had anything to say. What the f*ck do I tell the police? Having been brought up to tell the truth, that's what I did, I told exactly the truth.

 

My mother was off work, and so was Tom, so they arranged a day out together. Unfortunately, because Tom didn't trust his son as far as he could throw him, he decided it would be best if Jerry were to stay at our house for the duration of the day. I tried my best to not let the inevitble happen, but to no avail. About an hour later he arrived, looking as scruffy as ever. It was alright up until the point where my mother and Tom went out, then it went silent. We were sat on either end of the sofa, both watching T.V, as quiet as a dead rat.

 

For the next three hours about three words were exchanged, we were watching Lee Evans XL tour at the time, so we spent most of the time laughing to ourselves. I have a pool table, and things were pretty dead, so I asked Jerry if he was up for game. He turned his head towards me, looked me up and down with his demonic eyes, and simply nodded his head, only once. He then sat up, as casual as my clothing style, and he slowly walked towards me, not taking his eyes off me. At this point I was racking the balls up, and when I finished I told him to break, which is what he did.

 

The game was going well, pretty even, and we started to talk a bit more. We were discussing how we felt about my mother and his father dating, and we were both pretty content with the outcome. I asked him where his mother was, and he replied saying that she lived on her own, after cheating on his father. The inevitible happened, and he asked me what had happened to my father. He had no idea that he'd passed away, and I didn't really want to tell him what really happened, as it's never been told to people outside the family. I just told him that he had died in a car crash, which was obviously a lie of great proportion.

 

We carried on playing until we were both on black, and it was my shot. Just as I was about to shoot, Jerry stopped me and told me that I better not pot the ball. I laughed as I thought it was a joke, and took my shot. The black ball took a ricochet off the side cushion, and nestled into the pocket. I looked victoriously at Jerry, who was stood there, staring at me like I'd just chopped his balls off. I looked at him for a few seconds, until he suddenly grabbed the white ball, and launched it at full power directly at my head. I was out for the count.

 

They looked at me curiously, and, before they got the wrong idea, I butted in and told them that I had been in touch with Jerry, and he told me the full story. I told them that Jerry's father, Tom, had former associates out to get him, and somehow tracked him to my house, where they were stood behind me as me and Jerry were playing pool. And then Jerry threw the ball at my head in an attempt to hit the men, and that was it.

 

At that point the police officer came back, and, because I was still suffering heavily from concussion, I looked at him again to notice that he wasn't the policeman, He had a lot of hair, whereas this one was receeding. He was one of Tom's former associates, I was sure of it. The silhouette I saw in the white ball matches the man's body shape exactly. The male detective then told me that two policemen came to my house yesterday, one being Mitch, who was the man fetching the cappucino. And he then told me that they witnessed Jerry throw the ball at my head, before making a run for it. Three days before, Jerry had been convicted of sexually assaulting a neighbours cat and was a target point for the police, being renowned for brutally assaulting household pets, to get at people who prejudice against him, which is exactly what Jerry described the two men as. The lying bastard, it was him after all, I clenched my fists tight, my broken wrist hurt like f*ck but I didn't care. But what had I done to prejudice against him?

 

I screamed at Mitch, asking him why they didn't catch Jerry. He told me that as soon as Jerry threw the ball, he made a run for it out the front door, so they chased him on foot. I'm not being funny but the two men were pretty fat, they had guts like medicine balls, and had no chance of catching Jerry. So I expected him to say he got away, which is what he did. I let out another epic "f*ck" before asking what the f*ck had happened to Kaizer. I was more confused than ever. They didn't know but thought I had some insight into the incident, unfortuantely I didn't. But I told them that Jerry was in the waiting room, so Mitch, and his atrocious gut ran to get him. I then asked the detectives if they had found the wooden pole Kaizer was assaulted with, and they just turned to each other.

 

The ginger one then told me that the wooden pole was covered in red sauce, as well as my fingerprints. Jerry had tried to set me up, by replacing the actual murder weapon with a replica. Fortunately, because Jerry was seriously retarded he put the red sauce back in the cupboard, which was fingerprinted. I just laid there, I actually believed the bastards story, and was having a deep conversation with him, the f*cking wanker. I just screamed, like somebody had inserted ghd straighteners up my arse, and woke the OAPs up beside me in the process. Mitch came in to the ward, panting and ot of breath. It took him a good few minutes to get his breath back, the fat bastard. But when he did, he told us that Jerry was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Tom, they had told my mother and Cassandra that they needed the toilet, and weren't there either. Tom was in this as well, man, it was f*cked up...

 

My microsoft word is still f*cked so apologies if there is an excessive amount of errors.

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[Chickstick]

Good to see this back.

 

And what a return! Easily my favourite chapter yet. Your narrative is unique.

[Oblivionz]

Amazing chapter, man. The way you write it is unique, and it's awesome. Keep the great work up.

[flicko]

Cheers for the kind words.

 

Really gives me confidence, I shall definitely not let it slip down the page this time.

 

 

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[Oxidizer]

My dimples ache from laughing.

 

I'm so glad you're continuing with this!

[mark-2007]

At that point the police officer came back, and, because I was still suffering heavily from concussion, I looked at him again to notice that he wasn't the policeman, He had a lot of hair, whereas this one was receeding. He was one of Tom's former associates, I was sure of it. The silhouette I saw in the white ball matches the man's body shape exactly. The male detective then told me that two policemen came to my house yesterday, one being Mitch, who was the man fetching the cappucino. And he then told me that they witnessed Jerry throw the ball at my head, before making a run for it. Three days before, Jerry had been convicted of sexually assaulting a neighbours cat and was a target point for the police, being renowned for brutally assaulting household pets, to get at people who prejudice against him, which is exactly what Jerry described the two men as. The lying bastard, it was him after all, I clenched my fists tight, my broken wrist hurt like f*ck but I didn't care. But what had I done to prejudice against him?

I loved that chapter but didn't quite get this bit...

 

Three policemen came into his room at the hospital. One, who went to get Cappucino, he recognised before as a Policeman who hit him before.

 

Then he was told that, rather than Tom's associates being behind him - it was the Policemen trying to catch Jerry for f*cking a cat. They chased Jerry from the house after he'd launched the white ball at them and got away. Who got to Kaizer then?

 

Could you tell me if this was all correct and I'm understanding it all?

 

Great story though, it keeps twisting and turning everywhere.

[Cashire]

 

he suddenly grabbed the white ball, and launched it at full power directly at my head.

Made me chuckle.

 

I don't come here that often and im not a writer,but that was great. Well done

[Vercetti21]

Ergh... I need to get around to reading this again.

[flicko]

 

I loved that chapter but didn't quite get this bit...

 

Three policemen came into his room at the hospital. One, who went to get Cappucino, he recognised before as a Policeman who hit him before.

 

Then he was told that, rather than Tom's associates being behind him - it was the Policemen trying to catch Jerry for f*cking a cat. They chased Jerry from the house after he'd launched the white ball at them and got away. Who got to Kaizer then?

 

Could you tell me if this was all correct and I'm understanding it all?

 

Great story though, it keeps twisting and turning everywhere.

What you said is precisely correct, and all shall be revealed in the next chapter or so.

 

And thanks for the comments, aswell as Cashire and Oxidizer. Glad it entertains you.

 

Vercetti21, give it a read, you may enjoy it.

 

 

 

 

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[flicko]

And here's the next chapter.

 

I couldn't believe it, things had gotten so f*cked up even the detectives were clueless. Thinking about the red sauce which had been tested for fingerprints, I asked the detectives if the results had come back, knowing full well that Jerry's fingerprints would be all over it. Boy, was I in for a shock. The male detective told me that the results had come back, but weren't Jerry's fingerprits. They were a females.

 

What the f*ck had happened, I was seriously tripping at this point. I felt like I did when I first got high on LSD at thirteen, this was unbelievable. At that point I started to think who the fingerprints could belong to, and the only legitimate option was Cassandra. My f*cking girlfriend was in this aswell! Then my mother ran into the ward, screaming, crying and shaking. She also had a cut eyebrow, which I assume was from Cassandra. I tried desperately to reassure her and calm her down, then I asked her what was wrong. And when she told me, my heart stopped. Literally.

 

The next thing I remember was being woke by the sound of the sexiest nurse I'd ever seen, when I opened my eyes, my dick immediatly went erect. Embarassed as well as horny, I tried to cover it, but the girl didn't seem surprised, it was almost as if she was used to it. Which, in all honesty, wouldn't surprise me. Trying to take my mind off that gorgeous female, I tried to think what had happened, but my mind was blank. Dazed and confused, I started to stutter, in an attempt to ask the nurse what had happened. But before I asked her, she told me. She explained to me that I had suffered a coronary heart attack and had died four times, but was revived by the doctors every time. She then went on to tell me that I was fine and in a stable condition, but did, however, have side effects. Which was, in the most unfortunate circumtances, Amnesia. For f*ck sake!

 

I could remember f*ck all, and started to act uncontrollably, screaming and shaking all over. I wasn't controlling my body, it felt like I was possessed. Like an exorcism. I was having a fit. Luckily the nurse buzzed for the doctors who sorted me out, and temporarily put me to sleep, to give me rest. The next thing I remember was me sitting in my hospital bed, prior to what had just happened, my mother ran into the ward, screaming, crying and shaking. She also had a cut eyebrow, which I'm assuming was from Cassandra. I tried desperately to reassure her and calm her down, and then asked her what was wrong. And then she told me.

 

She must've said sorry about twenty times before she even said another word, I knew something was seriously wrong. She then told me that the first time she met Tom, she knew it was love. She then told me that there first date was so special, she thought she had finally found Mister Right. And then she told me about the second date, when Tom tied her up in his bed, raped her and told her that she would say nothing, and would carry on like nothing had happened. Towhich my mother, completely sh*tting her pants, agreed to.

 

My mother then went on to tell me that Tom used this as an advantage to her. The day I was stuck with Jerry, Tom and my mother went to a nearby restaurant, The Red Brick. About an hour into the meal Jerry came sprinting into the room, covered in blood, and pulled Tom into the toilets. Ten minutes had passed when they exited the toilets, and Jerry was all cleaned up. Tom headed over to my mother, gave her the most evil look, grabbed her shoulder with so much force and literally dragged her out of the restaurant. He took her to his car, a quite pathetic Nissan Micra, and locked the door with Jerry sat in the backseat, and he gave her an order.

 

Tom told my mother exactly what Jerry told Tom, that two policemen came to my house in search of Jerry, who three days before was convicted of assaulting a cat, which Tom already knew about. Tom then said that Jerry picked the white ball up, deliberately threw it at me, the lying wanker, and made a run for it, knowing full well that he was capable of outrunning them. Jerry ran to the bottom of the street, and hid on somebody's front garden, behind a wall, until the two poilicemen had ran too far away. Furious, Jerry then headed back to my house, and to Kaizer's great misfortune, he noticed our dog house out back.

 

Tom then told my mother that throughout his entire life Tom has been looking out for Jerry, and covering up his crimes on animals, so he doesn't end up in the slammer. Jerry then butted in and told my mother that he shoved a fence panel firmly inside our precious dog's anus, so hard that it nearly came out his f*cking mouth. He then told my mother how he loved the sound of Kaizer screaming as he was being beaten to death, so he thrusted the fence panel harder and harder. Worried the neighbours would hear Kaizer's loud screams, Jerry made a run for it, leaving the murder weapon at the crime scene, after hitting Kaizer one last time with his fists.

 

And that's when Tom began to talk again, he asked, infact, he demanded my mother to go back to our house, discard the murder weapon Jerry used to destroy my dog's life, and make it so I was the guilty one. At first my mother said no, and called Jerry and Tom a pair of sick bastards, rightly so. Jerry, however, didn't take too kindly to this, and reached his arm around the seat, and started to strangle my mother. Tom struggled to get Jerry off, and when he did, he headbutted him so hard his eye nearly went to the back of his skull. After shouting at Jerry, Tom ordered my mother to do as they say or he will allow Jerry to kill her, by any means necessary. My mother had no choice but to accept, which is, reluctantly, what she did. And then I woke up.

 

I was dreaming what had actually happened, and was now in desperate need to leave the hospital, and see my mother. I slowly sat up, looked around and started bellowing for her, I just wanted to see her, I was going crazy, where the f*ck was she? What the f*ck had happened after she described the incident to me? Where the f*ck were the detectives? And then Cassandra walked in...

 

Not too pleased with this chapter, thoughts?

 

Edit Added Characters and Chapter information on the first post.

 

 

 

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[Oxidizer]

Nothing wrong with that at all!

 

That was the lousiest feedback in the history of feedback, I know, I'm just in a "useless" mood lately, so apologies .

[Cashire]

 

We want MOAR! I love this story

[mark-2007]

I didn't like that chapter much really. I dunno, it just sorta seemed rushed and confusing. Amnesia was a bit too cliche for me.

[Oblivionz]

It felt sort of rushed to me, but that's the only problem with this chapter. I love the story though, so keep it up.

[flicko]

As much as I want to disagree with you two, I'm afraid I concur. To be honest it felt like I wrote it too soon, and lacked ideas to make it as entertaining as previous chapters. It seemed extremely basic to me. I only hope I can recover from this and make the whole story stronger, I'm sure I will.

 

Cheers for the criticism though, I do appreciate it And I'm glad you enjoy the story thus far.

 

 

Edited April 21, 2008 by flicko

[Oxidizer]

I didn't notice any rushiness but I suspect that was probably because I was in a f*cked up mood (hence the poor feedback). And that was supposed to be a compliment when I first started typing but I now realize just how back-handed it is.

 

Definitely looking forward to more of this!

[flicko]

Incase anybody's interested I won't be updating this for a couple of days. Working on soemthing else at the moment. Apologies to the followers.

[Oxidizer]

That's cOoL, mate. You working on something WD-wise, or...?

 

Either way, looking forward to moar o' yo stuffz.

[flicko]

Nah, what I'm currently working on is to go into the VC sub-forum. And it's going to take a while as well. So apologies if this does happen to slip down the page.

[Oxidizer]

Hey mate, you got any plans to continue this?