Chapter 2 Brian P
Chapter 2 Brian P.O.V.
The fear I hear in Justin's voice rocks me to the core, I have never heard him so afraid in my life. I have to try to calm him down. "Justin what happened who did you kill?"
"I couldn't take anymore I tried to tell him I couldn't take him doing that to me anymore more. I didn't mean for it to happen it all was like a dream, I really didn't want to hurt him."
"Slow down Justin, how did it happen?"
"I killed him Brian. I didn't mean to do it I just had to stop the pain. I hurt so much Brian, I hurt all over, and I just needed it to stop. I begged him not to hurt me anymore but he wouldn't stop the pain."
Justin killed someone wholly fuck my sweet innocent Justin killed someone. I do not know what to think as I get out of the bed and turn on the TV. The 5am KDKA news was on and the words scared me to the core.
"On the one year anniversary of his bashing at his prom, Justin Taylor has been arrested for murder of aspiring violinist, Ethan Gold." I hit the mute button as I rather hear it from Justin and not some bull shit reporter.
What sort of pain did that piece of shit Ian do to my Sunshine? Justin kept saying he hurt so much, what could he have done to him. "Brian, he was so enraged tonight he was going to kill me. Oh my god what did I do I need a lawyer."
"Justin we'll figure out what to. We'll get through this together, I promise you."
"Brian I tried to leave him that is why he did this to me. Please Brian don't call the gang I do not want them to know yet, oh god when my mom finds out please don't tell her or Daphne. I need your help."
The stupid automated voice comes through the phone line saying we only have one minute left. "It will be okay." I feel like I am on repeat as that is the only thing I can think right now. "I'll call the best lawyer I can find and I will get you out of there no matter what the cost."
"Brian I am so sorry, I did not know who else to call, and I know you don't care but I need to know that you forgive me. That is why he did this to me is because I..."
Before Justin had a chance to finish the call ended. My mind was racing; I did not know how to process everything he just said to me. The only thing I knew for sure is I would be calling in a lot of favors tonight.
First on my list is a trick I fucked a couple months prior to tonight, he begged for a repeat and gave me his card. Today it will finally become useful, Bruce Frick. Unfortunately his wife answered and I did not care just as long as they were willing to help Justin.
"Sally Frick how may I help you?"
"Yes my name is Brian Kinney I was trying to contact Bruce, but if you are a lawyer you will do just fine."
"Yes Mr. Kinney I am a lawyer and most will tell you better then my husband depending on what kind of case I am defending. Bruce is more the white collar crimes where I specialize in forensic evidence. So Mr. Kinney how may I help you?"
"His name is Justin Taylor; anything you can do for him would be greatly appreciated. He is in Allegheny County jail for murder charges against him. Anything you can do to get him released I will pay whatever the cost."
"Yes Mr. Kinney I will head down to the jail right now to meet with Mr. Taylor, I will see what the charges are against him and I will do everything in my power to make sure he gets bail. I will contact you on this number after I reviewed his case."
I hang up for I have nothing else to say to her, I know my next call will not go as easily as the one to the lawyer. I have to call Debbie's boyfriend and I am hoping that there will be no problems in what I am going to ask him.
After 3 rings Debbie's boyfriend answer the phone with a wide awake ring to his tone. "Detective Horvath how may I help you?"
"Yes Detective Horvath this is Brian Kinney, one of Debbie's boys. I need a favor, one that I will do anything to repay." I am praying that he will say yes, I am also thinking of the wonderful ways I can begin to repay him.
"Yes Mr. Kinney I know who you are. What kind of favor do you need, if it is about a parking ticket you will have to handle that on your own for I am a homicide detective not a parking maid."
It is laughable to think that I would call at 5:27am to take care of a parking violation. "I know your department arrested a Justin Taylor tonight for murder. I need to see him. I am begging you for any amount of time you can give me."
I can hear the sounds of the keyboard as his fingers are flying across I assume that he is bringing up Justin's file.
"Mr. Kinney, it is not as simple as one would think, I cannot just get you in. If I am able to bring you in to speak with him it will be a on the record conversation."
"I don't care if you broadcast on the national news I just need a few minutes to make sure he is okay and to tell him that I am handling everything."
There is a long pause before he speaks again. "Alright Brian get down to the jail as quick as possible I can probably get you 15 minutes but that is it."
"Fine tell me where you want me to meet you and I am there."
"Meet me in the front of the jail; I will be out there in about 10 minutes. I will see you when you get there." I hang up the phone and I throw on the first pair of jeans and shirt I can find not caring what I look like. I don't care about anything other then seeing Justin.
I make record time to the jail and in less then 15 minutes I am standing in the front. I spot Carl quick enough and soon we were walking through the belly of the jail.
We go through the back door, the police entrance, and he is soon telling me some basic information. "Alright Brian the only reason why they are allowing this is they are hoping for an on the record confession from Mr. Taylor.
Also another heads up Mr. Taylor is not in good condition, before he was processed he spent two hours at the hospital. He has numerous wounds that cover his whole body and they are extremely brutal to witness. From what we can see from his injuries Mr. Gold was abusive and not just on one occasion."
I am completely lost for words I am afraid of what Justin had to endure. We stop at the door before we enter the interview room. "There is a lot of blood on him. We have not had a chance to give him anything else to wear yet."
"Is it all his blood or is it Ethan's." He has a grim look on his face.
"The reports say when they came to Mr. Gold's apartment Mr. Taylor he was naked. The officer grabbed some clothing for Mr. Taylor to wear assuming that reason he was covered in blood was from killing Mr. Gold.
They had Mr. Taylor dressed but it was when he was in the back seat of the cop car, they realized it was coming from Mr. Taylor's body. That is when they took him to the hospital.
Mr. Taylor has extensive bruising, three broken ribs, burns covering all locations on his body, and his chest is covered with massive amounts of fresh cuts that only happened minutes before Mr. Taylor took Mr. Gold's life.
I am only telling you this because it is a horrible sight. In all my years that I have been a detective I have never seen abuse to this extent. Prepare for this for it is something that you will never forget."
I am terrified at what I will see, to witness my Justin in that condition only one year after holding him in my arms as he was slowly dying. I just nod my and we walk through the door and I behold the horrific sight of the man I would give my life for.
Justin has two black eyes covering almost his whole face and both ends of his mouth have huge splits. Both of his cheeks have gigantic cuts with a deep yellow brown coloring around them, meaning the abuse did not only happen tonight.
As my eyes make there way down I am witness to his neck and the hand prints that are wrapped around his throat. It scares me to think that Ethan had the opportunity to murder my beautiful Justin.
Justin's baby blue shirt is soaked through and through with blood. Since he is sitting down I cannot tell if he has any other wounds on his body. From what I can see he is covered in blood and the worst thought is, it is his own.
There is more blood on him then on prom night, hell I don't think I have ever so much blood on one person at any time. My eyes are drawn to his bare arms they are covered with bruises and they are scattered with cigarette burns, I can spot those any where as Jack made sure I had a few of my own.
"I appreciate this Carl; I will owe you and Debbie for this. Anything you just tell me and it is yours." I assume the sound of my voice triggers him to look up. When I see his eyes I can see the pure terror and pain, and it hurts my heart.
"We will let you know if there is anything you can do for us later Brian. You 15 minutes start right now. Use your time wisely Kinney and I will let you no when it is up."
I walk to where Justin is sitting and he just looks at me with disbelief. "Are you really here Brian, I am not dreaming again?"