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Chapter 18: Wrath

Dave felt like a deer caught in the headlights, with a semi truck headed for him at full speed. And if he didn't jump soon, he was going to be splattered.

"Have you forgotten your lesson I taught you this morning?" Derrick seemed to growl.

Derrick was glaring at him like a predator fixing to pounce on a wounded prey.

And like a predator, he was coming closer to his prey.

It was safe to say that at this moment, Dave was absolutely scared shitless. He slowly backed away from the desk; but with every move he made, his father countered. He was trapped.

Or, so it seemed.

When Derrick moved away from the front of the desk, Dave saw his chance.

In an adrenaline filled fight-or-flight moment, he jumped up onto and over the desk. As soon as his feet hit the floor, Dave took off running as fast as he could.

Fast, but not fast enough.

Before he could even reach the door, Derrick ran and caught him by the hem of his shirt. Literally snatching him back like a yoyo.

Oh the flight moment had done passed, Dave was now ready to fight.

And so was Derrick.

"You son of a bitch! Let me go!" Dave was kicking and screaming as Derrick was dragging him back towards the desk.

"You're been a very, VERY bad boy David. Plundering in your father's things without his permission. I think you need to relearn your lesson," Derrick growled as he slammed Dave back down on the desk.

Derrick pinned Dave's arms way above his head; and held Dave's flailing legs down with his knees, completely immobilizing him.

Now that Derrick was on top of him, with their faces just inches apart. In what could only be described as either a very bold, or very foolish move; Dave summoned all the mucus in his sinuses into his the back of his throat, and spit in Derrick's face.

With a disgusted look on his face, Derrick leaned his head back. He took both of Dave's wrists into one hand and used the other hand to wipe away the saliva and mucus that was now dripping off his face.

With rage now filled in his eyes, he glares back down at Dave before he unleashes his wrath.

"Lesson number one, do not ever,"

Slap.

"go through my things,"

Slap.

"ever,"

Slap.

"again,"

Derrick yelled as he slapped Dave across the face.

Dave tried, but he could help the cry that escaped his lips every time his father's hand made contact with his face.

With tears now trickling down the sides of his face, Dave turned his head to keep from facing his enraged father.

But the act only infuriated Derrick even more.

"Lesson number two," Derrick switched hands.

"Always look at me when I'm talking to you,"

Slap.

"And lesson number three,"

Dave braced for impact.

"Never,"

Slap.

"ever,"

Slap.

"spit,"

Slap.

"on,"

Slap.

"me,"

Slap.

"ever,"

Slap.

"again,"

Slap.

By the time Derrick was done, both Dave's cheeks were now heavily bruised cheeks and there was a small stream of blood coming down from both his nose and mouth. At this point, Dave could careless about his cool kid persona; he just let the tears flow.

"Ahh now look what you made me do, David. You made me hurt that pretty little face of your's," Derrick fake cooed as he wiped the tears away from Dave's eyes, "Oh, but don't worry. A little cream and we can make you look all pretty again for our friends," Derrick practically purred in Dave's ear.

"What?" Dave sniffled.

"Oh I almost forgot to tell you the good news. We don't have to worry about that pest Claudia snooping in our business anymore," Derrick smiled.

"W-what? Claudia?! What did you do to her?!" Dave yelled.

"Oh I just had her taken care of, that's all," Derrick evilly chuckled.

"No, no no no! Claudia!" Dave cried out with fresh tears rolling down his face.

"Oh don't worry my son, she's in a much better place now," Derrick continued chuckling.

'No, nononono Claudia!' Dave's thoughts cried.

"That's not all the good news David, the adoption went through!" Derrick happily said.

'Oh no...' Dave thought.

The adoption being approved meant that Derrick now had legal authority to do whatever he wanted to do with Dave.

"And that means," Derrick wickedly grinned, "you now belong to me," Derrick finished by whispering in Dave's ear.

Derrick looked down at Dave with lust filled in his eyes; before he separated the gap between them and pulled Dave into a deep, rough kiss.

Dave cried and screamed frantically as his father explored his mouth with his tongue. Dave fights with everything he's got, but his father is just too strong and too overpowering.

Derrick uses his spare hand to explore his young son's body and stopped when his hand grabbed a firm, strong hold of Dave's butt.

Feeling his father molest his body made the sickening feeling in Dave's stomach return with vengeance.

Dave could feel the bile from his stomach rise into his esophagus as Derrick tried to undo pants.

In a last ditch effort to save himself from his impending doom, Dave bites down on Derrick's tongue to keep him from jerking away as he puked in his father's mouth. When Dave let go after finished emptying his stomach into his father's mouth, Derrick recoiled in disgust and horror, briefly letting go of Dave.

"YOU LITTLE..."

Dave doesn't allow his father time to finish his sentence. Dave grabs the corded telephone on Derrick's desk, and coldcocks him upside the head with it.

Derrick falls off of Dave and on to the floor.

With Derrick incapacitated for the moment, Dave makes his escape.

"Son of a bitch! Where is it?!" Dirk roared in the back seat.

"Don't yell at me buddy, I'm doing my best to find it," the hapless cab driver replied to Dirk's hollering.

The had been driving for about 5 minutes now and they couldn't find a Carswell Ave. anywhere. And every minute that passed by was just making Dirk angrier and angrier. If Derrick could do that to, for all Dirk new, a perfect stranger; Dirk's mind wouldn't go to where he knew Derrick could do to his baby brother.

'I'm hurrying as fast as I can Little Man. Big Bro is on his way, just hold on just a little bit longer,' Dirk's mind thought.

Dirk kept eyeing the road they were on, trying to see any sign of a turn off or fresh tire tracks or anything. About another mile up the road they were on, Dirk found exactly what he was looking for. Fresh tire tracks.

"It's gotta be there, turn down there. Follow those tire tracks," Dirk directed.

The cab driver turned down the gravel road until the reached Carswell Ave.

"Perfect," Dirk said wiping out his phone to call Jane.

Jane was riding in a police vehicle with two officers, with half the Toronto Police Dept. behind her. They were following Dirk in the cab as fast as they could, but when they turned a curve, they lost sight of them. And they were fixing to pass the road that lead to Carswell Ave when,

"Dirk, where are you?" Jane said answering her phone.

"Jane, I found the road that leads to Carswell Ave.. Do you see a turn off that has a bunch of tire tracks by it."

Jane looked ahead of her and saw that they were approaching the turn off, "Yeah I see it."

"Turn down it and it'll lead onto a gravel road."

Jane gave the officers Dirk's directions.

"Okay, you're going to keep going straight until you hit a fork in the road. Turn left, Carswell is that way."

"Okay, we're on our way. We have half the Toronto police department behind us," Jane informed Dirk.

"Okay, I see the mansion. Oh man, it's huge. Alright Jane, I'm going in," Dirk said before he hung up.

"No wait Dir...uhhhh," Jane sighed as she heard the line go dead.

She could only pray that they got there before Dirk done anything stupid.

"This is it! Stop here," Dirk told the taxi driver.

As soon as the taxi stopped, Dirk threw the bag now containing 7 of his swords over his shoulder and bolts out of the cab. Dirk ran up the driveway and ducked under the half open garage door. There, he gained his entrance into the mansion from an unlocked door in the garage.

Dave felt like his feet had sprouted wings. He had never run so fast in his life. And he keeps running until he sees his salvations, the light at the end of the tunnel. The front door at the bottom of the stair case. All he had to do was make it down the stairs and,

"Where do you think you're going?"

Dave heard as he was grabbed from behind by two strong pairs of arms.

Dave turned around and saw the absolute last two people he wanted to see, James Nickel and Austin Johnson.

'Oh f...'

"You wouldn't happen to be going anywhere would you?" James slyly asked.

"Leave me alone!" Dave desperately tried to get away from their grip.

"Hey what's the matter Kid? Don't you like it here with us anymore?" Austin added.

Dave didn't even bother responding to that.

"Hey what happened to your face?" James said pointing out the bruises on both sides of Dave's face.

"That's not good for business, we want you to look all nice and pretty for our customers," Austin slickly said.

"You get away from me you sick bastards!" Dave screamed as he tried desperately to get away.

"Now now David, watch your language. I guess we'll have to talk to your father about that mouth of yours," James grinned.

Dave's eyes widened in sheer horror as James and Austin drug him back down the hallway to his now more pissed off than ever father.

Dave was kicking and screaming the whole way, trying is absolute best to get escape from the two men's clutches. But like his father, the men were too big and too strong for him to overcome.

The two men drag a kicking and screaming Dave until they see Derrick stumble out of his office.

"What happened to you boss? You look rough," James asked.

"I was trying to teach my son a lesson when things got a little out of control," Derrick said composing himself, while glaring down at Dave.

Dave was petrified with fear, he couldn't say or do anything.

"Well aren't you the trouble maker. I would think you learned your lesson the first time," Austin sickly chuckled.

"Yes, it would seem so but it looks like I'm going to need help in teaching my son his lesson. If you two gentlemen would be as so kind, I'd greatly appreciate it," Derrick basically just gave James and Austin to have their way with his son.

Dave frantically tried and run as fast as he could; but before he could even move an inch, both James and Austin grabbed ahold of him and picked him to keep his from escaping.

"Don't worry little boy, we won't be as rough as your old man. We'll be gentle, at first," Both men wickedly grinned.

"NO! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" Dave cried to the top of his lungs as he was carried into a room by his sick father and his twisted friends.

He prayed that someone, anyone would come and save him before...