The Livesy-Walsh Chronicles – Chapter 3

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Jackson knew that he would have to 'box clever' with Deano. He had come to realise that the young man was deranged and he was now becoming increasingly worried about escaping with his life! He decided it would be best to tell Deano what he wanted to hear.

Deano continued to choke Jackson; his hands tightening around his neck.

"Why are you making me do this to you?" Deano sounded calm, as if strangling someone was no big deal to him.

"I love you!" Jackson croaked out the words as best he could.

"What?" Deano released his grip slightly so that Jackson could speak.

"I love you, Deano!" Jackson tried to sound as convincing as he could. He was relieved when he realised that his ploy was working and Deano took his hands away from his neck.

"There, I knew you'd tell me how you really feel!" Deano was triumphant. He once more put his hands to Jackson's face. Jackson was afraid that Deano had not fallen for his deception, but his fears were allayed when Deano began stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, "I love you too, babe!"

Jackson was powerless to resist as Deano leaned down to kiss him on the lips. He felt Deano's tongue invading his mouth and, against all his instincts, he used his own tongue to return his assailant's French-kiss.

Deano broke the kiss and teased down Jackson's body with his lips and tongue, stopping off to chew and bite each of his nipples on his way down to Jackson's crotch. Jackson knew what was coming and it filled him with revulsion. He felt sick; cheap; dirty! There was no way that he would willingly allow Deano to give him head; there was only one person in the world that he wanted to be intimate with and that person, of course, was Aaron. This forced sex was about as far away from the loving relationship with his husband as it was possible to get. However, Jackson knew that he would have to continue to play along; he had found to his cost that it was not wise to rile his captor!

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Paddy sat in Aaron and Jackson's lounge, talking to his surrogate son, "I've hired a locum to help Rhona out for a few days," he said.

"Why have you done that?" Aaron queried.

"I can't leave you on your own in this state!"

"I'll be OK!"

"Aaron, drop the 'hard man act' for once in your life! This is ME you're talking to!"

Aaron looked at Paddy steadily. Indeed, his 'dad' knew him well; probably better than anyone, "Why haven't the police called?"

"They will, when they've got some news," Paddy's relaxed voice helped to calm Aaron down, "I know what it's like to be separated from the love of your life."

"Love of my life?" Aaron mulled it over for a moment, "Yeah, he is! I never thought I'd say that; at one time...I never knew what love was, until I met Jackson."

"They will find him, you know," Paddy was doing all he could to put Aaron's mind at rest.

"I want him back, Dad! All this is brilliant, living here" Aaron waved his arm in a sweeping gesture, "We've got money, good jobs, a lovely house; yet, I'd give it all up...just to have Jackson back by my side...he is my life!" Aaron's lips trembled and tears began to roll down his cheeks and Paddy instinctively jumped up to embrace Aaron. Aaron did not flinch; he just held onto his 'dad' and cried like a baby.

The phone rang to interrupt them. Aaron regained his composure and quickly answered; desperate for news, "Hello!"

"Hi Aaron, its Mitch!"

"Mitch? Have you heard anything from Jackson?"

"Not exactly; but my friend Paul...you know, the photographer?"

"Yeah," Aaron sounded impatient; and wanted Mitch to continue.

"Well, he said that he saw Pierre Dupont at the Purple Pineapple the night that Jackson disappeared; he was the guy who took the pictures of Jackson for that magazine shoot a while back, wasn't he?"

"Yes! Has he spoken to Pierre? Does he know where Jackson is?" Aaron was hoping for a breakthrough.

"No, he hasn't; he doesn't know him that well, only by reputation. Pierre left the club in a hurry well before Jackson came out of there. Anyway, I thought you'd like to know as it might give you another lead."

"Thanks mate! I'll see if I can get hold of him!"

"OK, buddy. 'Bye for now!"

Aaron related the conversation with Mitch to Paddy.

"Is there any way we can contact this Pierre?" Paddy asked.

"I know he once gave Jackson a business card," Aaron replied, "But I don't know if he kept it...Pierre fancied the pants off Jackson and wanted to take some 'saucy snaps', but Jackson wasn't interested! I don't know if he kept the card or threw it away!"

Paddy thought about Aaron's description of the photographer, "You don't think that this Pierre has kidnapped Jackson, do you? Maybe we should inform the police?"

"No...I don't think Pierre has taken Jackson...Mitch's mate Paul said he left the place some while before Jackson did."

"Still, he might know who the 'mystery man' is; the one who left with Jackson," Paddy suggested, "I think you should call the police and tell them...they can probably track down this Pierre character."

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Jackson stared at the ceiling. He had no idea how he could get out of his predicament. Deano had released the handcuffs from his wrists, but his ankles were still manacled to the metal frame at the foot of the bed. While Deano was out of the room, he had tried to slip his legs out of the restraints, but it was useless; they were too tight. He had visions of dismantling the bed and trying to flee; dragging himself along the street, naked, with a piece of furniture attached to his feet...but he knew it was a flight of fancy! In any case, he did not have any tools; just as he did not have a key to undo the manacles. Even though he could now move his arms, he was still trapped in this room. Deano had even taken the precaution of locking the door to prevent his escape.

Deano had taken the handcuffs off so that Jackson was able to embrace him. Jackson had been reluctant to do this, but he knew that he would have to comply with Deano's wishes; to do anything else had proved unwise! He was growing increasingly concerned about Deano's mental state; the guy was obviously a psychopath. He thought back to some of the things that Deano had posted on his 'private message' facility on Chatterbox; the things that Deano had said he wanted to do to him! It sickened him to realise that Deano was now acting out his fantasies!

Jackson almost felt sorry for Deano. He was a very attractive guy; and could probably become very successful as a model, but he was clearly a very disturbed individual. He realised that Deano had prostituted himself to get close to Pierre. He knew that Pierre liked to 'play' with his male models; he had personal experience of the young photographer's 'wandering hands'; the scenario of Deano seducing a willing Pierre would almost be comical if it wasn't so tragic!

Deano returned to the bedroom again and looked at the object of his desire, sprawled on the bed like a cheap whore; waiting to do his bidding! Except, Jackson was not a willing participant in the slightest; he was only going along with Deano to save his own skin! Deano was completely naked and erect; he climbed onto the bed and, just as he had done before, kissed Jackson as if he was his boyfriend. Deano climbed on top of his unwilling partner and Jackson's skin crawled! In a different situation, he would probably have enjoyed handsome Deano's attentions, but this was nothing short of rape! How he wished that his Aaron could burst into the room and rescue him, like a knight in shining armour! It was the thought of eventually reuniting with his wonderful Aaron that kept him going.

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Aaron was about to pick up the phone to call the police, to tell them about Pierre being at the club on that fateful night, when it rang and he answered it. A man with a French accent was on the other end of the line.

"Hello...is that Jacquesone Livesy-Walsh's residence?"

"Yes!" Aaron replied, "Who is this?"

"My name is Pierre Dupont!"

"Pierre!" Aaron nearly dropped the phone!

"Sorry to bother you!" Pierre continued, "I 'ave just zeen in the paper that Jacquesone is missing! 'As 'ee been found yet?"

"No! So, he's not with you then?" Aaron was a little suspicious of Pierre.

"Wiz me? No! I left him at ze club with Deano!"

"Who?"

"Deano! 'ee is a model...lovely boy, 'ee's 'elping Jackson into ze taxi...in the picture!"

Aaron sensed a breakthrough! "This Deano! Where does he live?"

"London!" Pierre stated, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I gathered that much!" Aaron sounded exasperated, "I mean...what's his address?"

"Why do you want to know?" Pierre was not getting the point.

"Because..." Aaron almost insulted Pierre, but kept his cool and checked himself, "...because, this 'Deano' is probably holding Jackson captive!"

"Deano?" Pierre sounded genuinely shocked, "No! 'ee's a lovely boy...lovely! 'ee wouldn't hurt a flea!"

"A fly!" Aaron corrected Pierre's phrasing, "Please, Pierre, this is important...where does Deano live?"

"In Dalmers Hill, somewhere...I don't know his exact address."

"Do you know his name...his full name, I mean."

Pierre felt a bit sick...maybe he had figured Deano all wrong; and he had unwittingly left Jackson in danger! "'is name is Dean O'Riordan...'ee told me he lives in ze Dalmers Hill area, in a flat; I don't know 'is full address, I think eet's in ze Borough of Canonsgate."

Aaron finished the call and looked at Paddy, "The guy in the picture is Dean O'Riordan and Pierre knows roughly where he lives...I've got to get down to London...I've got to find Jackson!"

"Hold on a minute! London's a big place," Paddy was being practical, "Give the police the details; if Jackson's being held by this Dean character, they should be able to track him down!"

Before Aaron could respond, the doorbell rang. Aaron went to answer it and found Brett and Mason standing on the doorstep. They both drew Aaron into a hug.

"We came as soon as we could!" Brett said, "I got held up in Birmingham on the TV show I was filming."

"How are you bearing up, mate?" Mason's beautiful green eyes were full of concern for his friend.

"We might have a lead on Jackson's whereabouts!" Aaron told them, "I want to go to London to try to find him!"

Paddy came to the front door.

"Hi Paddy!" Brett and Mason chorused.

"Talk some sense into this one, will you!" Paddy nodded towards Aaron, "He seems to think he can just go to London and find Jackson all by himself; I've told him to ring the police."

"Yeah, mate," Mason said, "You need to tell the police what you know...but, it wouldn't hurt to go to London anyway. We're just about to drive down there...we'll take you!"

"What have you got to go there for?" Aaron asked.

"I've got a meeting with the MD of United International Foods," Brett explained, "They want to put my name on a new range of home cooking sauces."

"Well, we'd better get going then, I'll go and pack a few things!" Aaron moved towards the stairs.

"Aaron!" Paddy looked at his son sternly and raised his eyebrows, "The police?"

"I'll call them when we're on the way!" Aaron replied as he ran up the stairs.

"Have you two got room for a little one?" Paddy looked at Brett and Mason, "I'd better go with him and keep him out of trouble!"

"Yeah, of course; the more the merrier!" Brett replied, "Maybe we can help find our Jackson and get him back with Aaron; where he belongs!"

Paddy smiled, Aaron and Jackson had the best friends that anyone could have.