Trying to get part 2 of this series finished now so bear with me. This chapter is also on the short side so I am sorry for that but I will try and make the chapter that matters longer; and as explicit as I can. P.S. No one guessed Alex's role in the series yet so feel free to continue guessing.
WARNING! This chapter contains some mild torture and a little explosion and gunfire. If this bothers you please click the back button.
Chapter 7
Lost Guilt
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Lena sat listening to her wife talk to the other police in the house, their house that had held so many happy memories had become a really bad story itself. She couldn't believe what had happened less than an hour ago, that more of her kids had been taken from her, that she had to go through the pain of not knowing again... the fear that they would find both Brandon and Jesus like they had found Jude haunted her, as much as the memory of the night they found him still did.
She had told the kids to stay upstairs so that the police could do their jobs, but something was bothering her as she sat thinking about what she had missed, about why all of this was happening in the first place. Hayley had started it all by having Jude beaten and worse, but why did she do that if she wanted to get back together with Jesus; what did hurting Jude have to do with her winning back her son, the thought kept playing over and over in her head as she sat looking at the stairs. Lena didn't notice Alex walking into the room, the teen did say something to her but Stef had called him over before he could bother her wife who didn't even hear him.
Deciding that she had to get to the bottom of this Lena got up and went upstairs, the woman determined to understand why Hayley would have Jude attacked and now probably have both Jesus and Brandon going through the same beating that he had had to endure. Opening the door to the bedroom Jesus and Jude shared she found the younger of the two sitting on his brothers bed, his hands wiping at tears that fell every so often; she closed the door behind her before giving a quick look to make sure that she wasn't followed, afterwards she sat down on her sons bed next to her other son, "What aren't you telling me?" she asked as she placed a hand on the boys back.
Jude looked up at the woman whom he loved, one of the women that had become his mother and who he would do anything for, and yet now that he was asked the one question that he had been dreading for so long he couldn't even look her in the eyes. The hand on his back didn't push him and the other that hugged him to her didn't either, but he could hear her heart breaking as she held him tightly, "I'm sorry..." he sobbed out over and over again, the boy breaking as he thought about how he didn't want to lose his new family at the cost of his own heart wanting what it did.
Lena didn't push him for an answer as to what he was sorry about; she knew that he would tell her soon enough as long as he knew that she would love him regardless, "No matter what it is I promise that it won't change how I feel about you Jude. Stef and I will love you no matter what you do or who you are, and you should know that" Lena said, and listened as the sobbing subsided and was replaced by words she never thought she would hear coming from Jude; the young boy spilled everything that he had been holding in and she didn't know what to do with what she found out.
"Wakey, wakey boy. I would hate to do this without seeing those pretty eyes filled with fear looking at me" the rough voice said, a voice Jesus recognised. The teen blinked a few times to focus his eyes better because of how dark it was in the room but after his eyes got used to the darkness he saw the face of the man he remembered as Alex and Max's father, he turned to his right to look to where the man was looking to see the shape of his older brother laying on the floor motionless. "Don't worry his alive, but he woke up before you did and made a ruckus so I had my men shut him up" Jesus snapped his eyes back to the man who had gotten his wish, Jesus' eyes were filled with fear as he realised who this man really was... he was the man who had hurt Jude.
"Judging from that sweet look you have figured out that I was the one who did that cupcakes dirty work" Jesus swallowed as the man confirmed his suspicions and he started to struggle against the handcuffs that bound his hands to chains that were fixed to the ground, his efforts only intensified when the man got up and walked over to him. "That bitch killed my son because she wanted to kill that other brat you used as a cock warmer. She took away the one thing in my life that I still loved, so now I am going to take away the thing she loves most in this world" Jesus paled at the man's words; he stopped struggling and looked up at the man as he pulled a knife from behind his back, "Don't worry, I'm very good with this so you will feel everything" the smile the man had on his face as he said it had Jesus wishing that he was already dead.
Brandon came to when a scream pierced through the darkness and the pain his body was in. His hands were still bound he saw the second he opened his eyes, but before he could move another scream sounded through the darkness and it was only after he heard the scream again that he realised who it was that was screaming. Brandon forced himself upright just in time to see the man that had ordered his beating cutting a shallow cut from Jesus' left elbow to his shoulder with a wicked smile on his face, "Finally awake, and here I thought my men might have been a little too forceful with their fists" the man said, he turned to look at Brandon at the same time as he cut another line next to the previous one.
Brandon tried to crawl to his brother but the chains that bound him to the floor didn't allow him, the man though let out a chuckle as he kept trying to get to Jesus. "Don't worry Brandon, I won't kill him just yet... just make him feel as much pain as I can" somehow the words didn't make Brandon feel any better, but there was nothing he could do but watch as this man drew the knife across his brothers right cheek.
Trying to speak to this madman would result in another beating Brandon thought as he continued to watch his brother get cut; Jesus trying to not scream anymore but the man made it his mission to make sure that each cut hurt. "Your tough kid, I admire that" he said before walking back to his chair picking up a water bottle, "Want some?" he asked holding it out in Brandon's direction but the teen did nothing but continue to stare at him with hate, "It's not for you anyhow" the man said as he opened the bottle while walking closer to Jesus.
Jesus smelt it before he felt it... lemon juice. The teen screamed as the lemon juice was gently poured down his cut up shoulder, "There's that sound I love to hear" Jesus heard as lemon juice continued to run down his arm. Brandon wanted to beg but the threat that had been repeated as he was beaten kept him from saying anything, "Open your mouth just once and the pain doubles" so instead of saying anything he fought against his restraints to try and at least take the man's attention away from his brother who had collapsed onto the floor where he laid crying and begging for the man to stop.
Stef sat in the car next to Alex, the teen having driven them along with the rest of the police to a warehouse that he had followed his father to not that long ago. "You're sure this is the place?" Stef asked the young man who turned to her and nodded, she didn't really understand it but she believed him and trusted him for some reason so she spoke into the radio and watched as SWAT approached the warehouse followed by the police.
"Sir, we have cops at the door" one of the men said coming back into the room where Jesus and Brandon were bound. The man had Jesus by the hair, holding him up by it and nothing else while he played with the knife in front of the boys eyes, "Give them some toys to play with, and toss them that one while we get ready to leave" the messenger didn't even reply as he turned back around and walked off; a few seconds later two others came back in and walked over to Brandon and beat him back to the ground before undoing his handcuffs and dragging him out of the room.
"Your brother might live through this for now but don't think for a second that I am going to let you see him ever again. And after I have mourned my son I will be coming back here to finish what I will start with you" the man leaned closer until Jesus could feel his breath against his ear, "I am going to kill each and every one of those people that you love and hold dear, and I am going to do it slowly" Jesus didn't even have time to finish taking in his words before an explosion shook the building.
Stef watched from the car as Brandon was thrown from the railing on the second floor, the teen screaming as he landed while SWAT ran over to him. The two SWAT members had just dragged Brandon clear of the warehouse when there was an explosion from the same railing that he had been thrown from. Stef gasped when she saw the front of the building go up in flames, she didn't care that she had been ordered to stay in her car and watch Alex as she jumped out and ran to the front of the warehouse. If one of the SWAT members hadn't have seen her and pulled her out of the way the gunfire that started up would have killed her.
Jesus had been shocked when the explosion shook the building, but when the shock wore off and he heard the sounds of gunfire he started to cry again, the knowledge that they might be shooting Brandon or his mother who had come to save them ran through his mind and he found himself begging again for the man to just stop but the man ignored him as he ran the knife slowly from Jesus' abdomen to his chest again and then back down again; he didn't cut the young teen as he ran the knife up and down his body as he stared into Jesus' eyes. He stopped the knife before he smiled yet again, "There's that look that I enjoy" he said before he pushed the knife into the teen as he continued to watch the fear in his eyes. "Those eyes of yours are giving me fun ideas boy, ideas which you won't enjoy... but I will" the man said as he withdrew the knife and dropped a gasping Jesus to the ground, "I can see why that cupcake liked you so much, so for the sake of our future meeting I will be letting you live a while longer" he had knelt down to say as he cleaned his knife on Jesus' shirt before he got up and left.
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