"Who are you?" Jeffrey asked. "What do you want with me?" He was shoved down roughly onto a chair, as the gun stayed pointed in his face. "ANSWER ME!" he spat.
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The AD looked over at Harley. "Come on Terrier, you need to come with me, now!"
"Wait…" Harley said. "You said that we needed to wait in the surveillance van as backup for Gus and Jeffrey…"
"Something is wrong here…" the AD said. "Something has happened to O'Neil."
"But… Gus…"
"Aituro can handle himself, come with me now. I have a feeling I know where O'Neil's been taken."
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"Did you think that I would forget what you did to me, huh Jeffrey?" the man said, pulling off the black ski mask with his free hand.
"Jack?" Jeffrey said, shocked.
"Well… who the hell else would it be?"
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"NO! STOP! GET OFF OF ME!" Sandy screamed as his eyes snapped open.
Reva fought to hold back tears at the condition that her son was in. "It's OK. It's OK." She said. "Sandy, you're just having a bad dream. They're not here." She squeezed his hand softly in an attempt to comfort him, but she felt useless. She looked over at the monitors silently praying that his bad dreams wouldn't cause his blood pressure to skyrocket like it had earlier.
Sandy's eyes wondered around the room. He looked scared and confused, like a helpless animal caught in the glare of somebody's headlights.
"You're in the hospital, Sandy…" Reva said. "It's OK. You're OK…"
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"You left me and found some perverted kid with an oedipal complex? Does it turn him on that you look just like his Daddy? Is that what he calls you in bed?"
"SHUT UP JACK!"
"Why should I Jeffrey? Huh? What're you gonna do, shoot me? Oh that's right. I'm the one holding the gun… just like I was last night. Holding it, pushing it, shoving it into that tight, little…"
"You're a sick perverted son a bitch!"
"I'm perverted? Oh, what would your boy think if he knew all of the terrible things that you did to me…"
"SHUT UP!"
"Or don't tell me… Jeffrey, you did them to him too, didn't you?"
"SHUT UP!"
"You teach him to like pain the way that you taught me, huh? You teach him to crave it? You teach him to yearn for it?"
"You don't know anything about me and Sandy!"
"I know that when he was sucking you off the other night he had his hands cuffed behind his back… You had him on knees… You were gripping his hair the same exact way I was gripping it last night. I have pictures Jeffrey, would you like to see them?"
"You're going to jail. You're going to be the one on your knees…"
"Like I used to be for you? Never! Never again will I be like that…"
"So what? Now you just go around hurting innocent people?"
"You're fucking him. I wouldn't exactly call that innocent. That kid is guilty by association and that is the worst kind of guilt."
"You're a sick freak!"
"I learned from the master…"
"I never did anything to you that you didn't want me to do!"
"You left me… You left me to move into some two-bit town… To find some piece of trash little slut…"
"What we had was over long before I moved here!" Jeffrey spat. "For God sakes Jack, just get over it!"
"Oh… I am over it. I'm way over it. And I'm consoled by my knowledge…"
"Your knowledge in what?"
"My knowledge in the fact that every time you go to fuck him. He's going to see me. Every time that you go to feel him he is going to recoil instinctively from your touch. Every time that you thrust inside of him, he is going to feel my gun. The barrel of my gun. You should've heard him Jeffrey. He squealed like little pig. He may have been saying no, but I knew that he liked it, he wanted it, he deserved it. Just because he was screaming and sobbing and begging and pleading with me to stop, doesn't take away from the fact that he enjoyed every last minute…"
Jeffrey jumped up out of the chair without even thinking, knocking the gun from Jack's grip with one hand before punching him in the face with the other. "YOU NEVER TALK ABOUT SANDY LIKE THAT!" Jeffrey yelled, pinning Jack underneath him. "I WILL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" He wrapped his hands around the other man's neck and squeezed down as hard as he could.
The AD kicked down the door and a pointed a gun at him. "Let him go O'Neil! It's over! He's going to jail! His accomplice already flipped on him..."
"That little bitch!" Jack managed to hiss, even as he could barely breathe.
"Prison is too good for him!" Jeffrey said. "He needs to die!"
"Don't make me shoot you O'Neil!" the AD yelled. "You don't need to kill him… Listen to me O'Neil!" He stuck his gun back into his holster and wrestled Jeffrey off of Jack.
Jack got up and made a reach for his gun.
Harley appeared in the doorway. "Don't even think about picking that up!" she yelled, pointing her gun at Jack. "Don't even think about picking that up or I will shoot you!"
"Just shoot him, Terrier! Just shoot him!" Jeffrey yelled, still trying to pull away from the AD's iron grip.
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