: Scars :

: Chapter 3 :

It was 4am in the morning when Jeff woke up, he looked around the room still lying on the bed, he didn't recognise the room but then he remembered about the night before. He smiled lightly at the thought that his childhood friend returned back, yet deep down he was afraid that everything will go down to hell between them to, he couldn't bare the fact that Randy can get into a shit load of trouble while being around him, and those people he had messed with, well they were the worse ones, people who tortured and butchered everyone who try and cross their way.

Jeff shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed while rubbing his eye's with both his hands, he yawned lightly, got off the bed and started to get dressed, he couldn't let Randy get in his mess, the mess he got into years ago, he wanted to be a responsible man for what he have done, and kept thinking he deserved it all, deserved the abuse he was receiving, but Jeff didn't tell Randy his full story, the pub where he works the owner is one of the guys that he has to give money too, he's working to pay his debt. Which it was more than just 500 Dollars so much more.

Jeff slowly made his way out of the room, down the hallway, and to the front door. He made his decision, 'it's my mess nobody else's' he said to himself, opening to door and making his way out Randy's apartment.

He closed the door and leaned up against it, it was still pitch black outside and he deep down he knew that if he made his way back to his 'place' he would certainly find Tyson waiting for him, checking if he got his money or not.

He decided to get shit over with and started to walk down to his 'place' un aware of what might be waiting for him this time, he knew it was to be hell since he wasn't there, and to keep Tyson waiting it was not a good idea.

It only took him about 30 minutes to walk over to his 'place', he was relieved to see that a huge black SUV was not parked in front of his garage, 'maybe he came a bit early and didn't bother to wait, I need to get this sorted once and for all I need to man up and get matters in my own ha' his thoughts were distracted when someone from behind him said "Ah so my little whore finally decided to come back" this voice was deep and sounded a bit pissed .

Jeff couldn't believe his ears, he felt himself shiver a bit, he knew what was going to happen, a beating that will surely knock him out and who knows what Tyson had in his mind this time.

"I thought you ran away, Jeffery. I thought you were going to ditch everything and leave without even saying a proper goodbye to your dear friends" Tyson said from behind him.

Jeff turned around to face Tyson, it was enough to see his bulky figure in the dark and his tight white shirt "Tyson, I'll get paid at the end of the month, I'll give you everything I owe you just please for tonight let me be, I had a tough night"

Tyson smiled "A tough night you? What had too many cocks in your mouth to handle?"

Jeff didn't say anything he knew that whatever he said to Tyson it might make things worse for him.

"I thought so" he said grinning he quickly grabbed Jeff by his shirt collar and slammed him against the wall, his hand reaching up Jeff's neck "you know, if you weren't busy enough to suck your friends cock, I wouldn't be fucking pissed off at you I would have found you here read for me with your ass up high in the air waiting for my big fat cock to rip you apart! But you had to go to what's his name again Randal, Randy? It would be a shame if something happened to him because of your shit."

"Randy has nothing to do with me…" Jeff spoke and didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as he felt Tyson's hand squeeze his neck tightly making it hard for him to breathe.

"Did I tell you, you could speak Bitch? Now I have a little job for you, and this involves Randal not getting a lot of shit, you either be my bitch and work for me till you get me every dime I gave you and Randal would be safe, but if you fuck this up, hell is going to get loose and I'll do worse things to him then I did to you understand?" Tyson said still his hand on Jeff's neck, with a huge grin plastered on his lips.

Jeff nodded still finding hard to breathe. Tyson loosened his grip from Jeff's neck, grabbed him from his shirt and dragged him all the way to his van, he looked around to check if anyone was there witnessing this act. When he confirmed no one was aware of anything he opened to back door quickly and pushed Jeff inside making sure that he'll bang Jeff's head against the car before pushing him in.

Jeff closed his eyes at the pain in his head had his hand over the place where he hit his head against the van he could already feel a huge lump forming underneath his palm.

He felt someone brush against his shoulder, as soon as he turned around to check whom it was he felt someone grab from behind and something covered his mouth and nose, he had no other choice either suffocate or breathe he knew it was anaesthetic, his vision started to blur and in a matter of seconds he was knocked out.

: End of Chapter 3 :