Who we Are Chapter 6
Simon dragged Charlie all the way over to the old couch and literally shoved him down on to it.
"Now boy," Simon began, standing over Charlie and holding the gun trained on Charlie's heart, "you are gonna listen, and you're gonna listen good, cuz' I'm only gonna tell this story once. You understand?"
Charlie nodded his head, slowly lowering his hands and placing them on the couch, in plain view because Simon looked like a man with a nervous trigger finger.
"Twenty six and a half years ago I worked for and was best friends with Alex Michaels. The backstabbing bastard that he was. He and I were working on a big project, and when it was finished he was going to split the profits with his number one best man." Simon said.
"I'm assuming that 'best man' was you?" Charlie asked.
"SHUT UP! I'M TELLIN' THE STORY!" Simon said, taking his gun and hitting Charlie over the head with it.
Charlie's head snapped to the side, making Charlie hiss as he felt the trickle of blood slowly dripping down his face.
"Yeah," Simon said his voice a little calmer now, "that man was me. But when his son was born, that bastard changed his mind and said he'd use most of the profits to set up a trust fund for his kid. Anyway, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I spent two months trying to change Alex's mind, and when he wouldn't give, Iris and I broke in to the Michael's Manor and took his child, his 'pride and joy'. Of course we were caught, but we had the advantage. We had the kid, so I warned em that if they told the press anything about this, their little sonny boy was dead. So, naturally they made up some cock and bull story of their sonny boy dyin' of SIDS, when he's still alive…least he was still alive. Don't know about now."
Charlie swallowed as he listened to the story.
Finally he asked, "And…what happened to JR?"
"I dunno. After getting a false birth certificate in our name, we gave the little runt to a young couple. Let em' adopt em too." Simon said.
"I think their names were Alan and…something…was it Mary? No, no Margie…no, no…" Iris began, trying to think of the mother's name.
"Margaret." Charlie said simply.
"That's it! Margaret!" Iris said snapping her fingers.
"How did you know that, boy?" Simon asked, getting a little suspicious.
"Because, Alan and Margaret are my parents." Charlie said, feeling it best not to lie.
At that, Simon looked at Charlie more closely, as did Iris.
"It's the runt!" Simon said with disgust.
"JR!" Iris said in surprise, not expecting to see Charlie again.
"I thought we had finally gotten rid of you, you no good pain in the butt!" Simon said, hitting Charlie over the head with the gun, before he raised a leg and hit Charlie in the ribcage.
Charlie doubled over, curling up on the couch as he wrapped two hands around his ribcage.
"Oh no ya don't! Not on my couch!" Simon said, grabbing Charlie and dumping him on the floor before he started kicking the living daylights out of Charlie.
No matter what Charlie did, or how he tried to protect himself, there was still some part of him that was susceptible to Simon's kicks.
"Please…stop!" Charlie sobbed, the cracked ribs he now sporting were screaming at him royally.
"Honey…stop. You're going to kill him!" Iris said, grabbing her husband's arm.
"That's the point! This little brat," Simon began, emphasizing the word 'brat' by kicking Charlie again, "ruined our lives. And now he's gonna pay. You wouldn't let me do this when he was a baby, so I'm gonna do it now!"
The way Charlie was turned; his hands were hidden in his pockets, so Charlie grasped his cellphone which he remarkably had remembered to put in his pocket. Opening it, Charlie dialed Don's cellphone by speed dial, even as Simon continued to kick him.
When Charlie heard the tinny "Eppes," come from his phone, he immediately took it out of his pocket.
"HEY!" Simon yelled when he saw the phone.
On the other end of the line, Don had heard the exclamation, so he said, "Hello? Charlie is that you, buddy?"
As Simon made a grab for the phone, Charlie yelled, "DON…HELP!" Before he threw the still open phone out the window before Simon could get it.
On the other end, Don had had to pull the phone away from his ear when he heard his brother's pleading yell, so it was away from his ear when it landed on the ground.
Knowing he couldn't get a fix on his brother's cellphone unless he called Charlie, Don was about to suggest this when he realized that it was more than likely Charlie wouldn't be able to answer anyway.
Instead, Don had an APB issued on Charlie's car, that whoever spotted it was to report it immediately.
That done, Don closed the conversation by snapping his phone closed.
"Charlie, where are you?" Don whispered worriedly as he headed for the small break room to grab another pot of coffee.
When he was half way there he stopped. What was he doing getting coffee when his brother needed his help?
Don had recognized the scared and pain filled voice as his brother had asked for help.
'Whoever dare hurt my brother is gonna pay!' Don thought, the anger rising that someone would lay an unkind hand on his brother.
Silently Don turned and headed towards David's cubicle to see if he had found out anything on the Dentons.