Woo update. I was going to write notes to each person who reviewed the last chapter but I always think it kinda ruins the flow of the story. So all I will say is thank you!!! I love you all!!!!
As you will see this has had the rating changed to M now, because I feel that will be more suitable as we go along. I'm not completely satisfied with my characterisation in this chapter and would appreciate any tips for the next chap! Thanks, enjoy! xx
Urgh, the room is spinning... I feel like I've been clubbed over the head a few dozen times with a large mallet. I can't stop the waves of nausea sweeping through my body. I'm sure I'm going to be sick. I try to take a deep breath, but wait... what is that? I'm finding it hard to breathe in, something is restricting me. Then I feel it, the piece of fabric tied tightly around my face, and more specifically, my mouth. I try to reach up to move the offending cloth only to find my hands won't work properly either, if only I could get up the strength to open my eyes. I shift uncomfortably and feel the snag of something metal around my wrists. Is that a set of handcuffs? Oh good God, what the hell has happened? Then my mind flashes back. I remember Ghandi and Carla on the couch with me, Ghandi passing out, Carla on the floor... the coffee! Oh my God, the coffee!
Dr. Cox's eyes suddenly shoot open and he finds himself being watched by two terrified faces, both sweaty, both panicked and both bound and gagged in the same way as himself.
What the hell is going on here?
"Ah, Perry, glad you could finally join us." Dr. Cox looks to the corner of the room to see a man standing in the shadows. "Was a bit afraid you weren't gonna wake up there. I'm not exactly experienced with the use of Ketamine, but y'know... comes in handy sometimes."
The man emerges from the shadows and seats himself on the couch. Dr. Cox's curiosity quickly turns to anger when he recognises the face of the man who attacked JD earlier. Dave realises this and grins widely at his three captives. He eventually bursts out laughing. "Sorry, you just don't realise how stupid you look... all handcuffed up in your own living room."
Dr. Cox in his fury tries to suddenly get up and make a lunge at the guy but finds the handcuffs are wrapped around the apartment's piping. This abruptly jerks him back leaving him with a sharp pain in his wrists.
Once again, Dave started laughing.
"Oops, sorry. Yeah, I forget to tell you about that. You're all chained to the piping just in case any of you get the sudden urge to charge at me." Then he grins sarcastically at them then starts pacing the apartment walking in and out of each room.
Dammit, the bastard. What has he done with Newbie?!
Desperate to speak to Dave, Dr. Cox starts rubbing his cheek on his shoulder trying to roll down the gag currently stopping him from expressing his anger. After what seemed like an hour (which was more like 2 minutes), he finally shifted the cloth from around his mouth. Feeling another surge of anger race through his body he pulled forwards on his handcuffs and shouted as loud as he could.
"WHERE THE HELL IS NEWBIE, YOU BASTARD!"
Dr. Cox had almost expected (and hoped) that Dave would run back into the room in shock at the sound of his voice but instead he slowly strolled back from the bathroom and sat himself down on the couch again. He brought his gaze up to meet Dr. Cox's, his whole demeanour was calm and collected which made Cox feel nervous and on edge. A shiver went up his spine as he gazed into the cold eyes of JD's tormentor.
This bastard is like something out of a movie, so calm he's creepy, he even has the sadistic smile. He's quite a big guy, no spring chicken either. Considering his age his face is surprisingly uncreased, but his greyish hair and his eyes betray him. Those eyes, they are like nothing I have ever seen before. They are so cold they look almost empty, but at the same time they look like they are hiding so many things. I'm normally a good judge of character, but this guy I can't work out. He's giving me nothing-
"Newbie?... Who's Newbie?" Dave replies in monotone.
Still nothing.
"You know damn fine who I'm talking about!"
"Ooooh, Johnny?" He laughs "Hmm... If I knew that I wouldn't be here would I? Why do you think I have you guys? I thought maybe you could tell me."
This time his voice was bouncy as if he was making a joke. His demeanour completely changed, all of a sudden he looked friendly and approachable and the coldness Dr. Cox had seen before had been replaced with warmth.
I knew damn fine this wasn't the time to be considering such things, but I couldn't help but be fascinated by the personality changes this man seemed to go through each time he spoke. However, I knew this facade was not to be trusted. If only Newbie had realised it as a child.
"You really think we're going to tell you where to find him?"
"Dr. Cox, what the hell is going on?" Carla had obviously managed to slip off her gag and taking a glance at Turk, Cox realised that he wasn't far behind. "Who are you?!!!" She shouted staring at Dave. In return he sat back seemingly interested in what was about to be said.
Cox took one look at Dave and shook his head.
"So I take it you don't want to do the explanations then?! No? Well I can tell you it ain't gonna be pretty." Out of the corner of his eye Dr. Cox saw Turk finally get his gag off too, he continued regardless. "This bastard is the guy who attacked Newbie earlier."
I watched Ghandi and Carla's eyes open wide shortly followed by their mouths as they looked shocked at the jack ass on the couch.
"But that's not all folks, oh no. This guy also spent around 8 years, maybe more... abusing your best friend when he was a child. And from what I gather it was in everyway possible. So perhaps now, you might understand what is going on."
He didn't even flinch, not a flicker of embarrassment... or guilt... nothing. I always thought I was dead inside, but now I know I'm wrong, that is dead inside. I look back to Ghandi and Carla who both seem to be in complete shock now. Ok, maybe that wasn't the best way to break this to them, but unfortunately there is no time for subtleties. I can see Carla going over each thought in her head, I can almost hear the cogs turning and each piece fitting into place. I know what she is doing... wondering how she could have missed it.
All of a sudden, Turk snaps out of his trance and shifts himself so he is almost kneeling towards Dave.
"That isn't true is it? About JD?... I would have noticed, he would have told me! Please tell me it's not true." Carla looked sympathetically at her husband then switched her gaze to Dr. Cox who exchanged glances with her. She knew he wasn't lying.
Dave gave Turk a careless glance, shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand dismissively.
"What can I say? He was a pushover." He said it so casually that all three colleagues wanted to kill the man right then and there.
Both Turk and Dr. Cox pulled abruptly away from the wall shouting every expletive they could think of . Carla was also completely incensed, but deep down she knew, in this situation she wouldn't be considered particularly threatening so she settled for shouting the odd "How could you?" and muttering to herself then breaking down and crying.
Turk had got himself into such a state that he also had tears running down his face and eventually gave up shouting at the man when he realised it had little or no effect. Dr. Cox shortly followed suit but his heavy breathing showed that he wasn't by any means calm.
Dave, who for the past few minutes had been staring into the bedroom turned and gave each captive a quick glance. The only one who still met his gaze was Dr. Cox.
"So who hit 'im?"
"What?"
What the hell has that got to do with anything? Why doesn't the bastard look at me when he's talking. Too much of a coward no doubt.
"The shiner... Just wondering who's feeling really guilty now, that's all." He said absently staring back into the bedroom.
I hear a slight sob from across the way from me. Oh good God, Ghandi is crying. That must have really hit home. But I suppose it would. I've never felt guilt like I've felt today, but to also have the fact that you knocked the kid unconscious this morning in your head would be even worse... Christ, what is happening to me? Am I starting to empathise? Come on Perry, pull yourself together.
"Look, we don't know where he is." Carla speaks up but suddenly finds herself staring at the end of a gun. She lets out a slight scream and completely freezes. Turk totally panics.
Oh God, why Carla?
"I think we should have some quiet time now. I told myself 'the second the woman starts talkin' again they're becoming too bold'. So I suggest you all shut your mouths and leave your gags on this time. Okay?" He glances at all three colleagues then points his gun at each one of them making them flinch. "OKAY?!!" Carla starts sobbing again, but nods in compliance. Turk and Dr. Cox also agree. None of them can stop their bodies from trembling slightly.
"Ok, good." Silently and calmly he went round the room and pointed the gun at each of their foreheads with one hand as he re-gagged them with the other then once again he returned to the couch.
Ok, this is just fantastic. This guy now has a gun, and we have no idea where Newbie is, there are three of us and he definitely doesn't need us all to find out that information. Come to think of it, where the hell is Newbie? He only went to the shop, he should have been back by now. But if Dave had him, we would know about it. Dammit, now I'm calling him Dave. But yeah, if that bastard had him,what use would we be?
After ten minutes of sitting in silence, only occasionally ruined by the odd muffled sob, Dave stood up almost excitedly.
"Oh! Almost forgot! You had a message!"
Carla and Turk looked at each other confused. What the hell was he doing listening to their messages?
He pressed the button then the machine beeped.
"Chris? Uh, it's Kevin. I've been tryin' to get hold of you all day bro' but your cell is off. I've left ya like 6 messages... You there?... Right, well I really didn't wanna tell you this over the answer machine but I can't keep ringin' ya. Look... we really need ya here... Dad's died," Turk's eyes opened wide then started to water and he dropped his head almost in defeat taking a sobbing breath. How much else could go wrong? "Mama's in a real mess, you gotta come. Gimme a ring when ya get this. I'm sorry bro'."
The machine beeped again to signify the end of the message. Dr. Cox watched Turk through careful eyes not really knowing what to do with himself. Where as Carla tried to shift herself towards her husband to comfort him, also shedding her own tears in sympathy for her husband's pain.
No one should have to hear about their father's death like that. I know I was glad when mine finally kicked his oxygen habit, but still, under these circumstances it's enough to make a person crack. Good God, I'm becoming so empathetic now I'm making myself sick. But still, this situation just keeps getting worse and worse.
"I'm so sorry to hear about that. It's terrible when a parent dies."
Where does this guy get off? How the hell does he make himself sound so genuine. He stills gives me shivers, he's too calm. Far too calm.
Turk manages to meet Dave's gaze and furrows his eyebrows in anger. In return he receives a gentle smile. The man gets up and makes his way over to the kitchen.
"Ketamine is rather effective stuff isn't it? Even in sugar it's still potent stuff... You had me a little worried when you asked for two sugars though Dr. Cox." He gave him a grin. "You see, I thought you might not wake up. Definitely took you longer to come round though. But... that's not important now is it?" He swept his hand along the counter in the kitchen and Carla's eyes opened wide at Dr. Cox when she remembered the note from JD. Cox shot her the same panicked look when Dave picked up a piece of paper and held it up to the light.
"Gone for bread and milk. Be back soon. Don't worry... Hmm... Interesting."
Dave stared hard at the three colleagues in the living room.
"Didn't know where he was?"
Oh God, I had completely forgotten about that note. I find myself staring wide-eyed at the creep just waiting for him to pull the gun out, waiting for him to decide he doesn't need us now. But he doesn't. Instead he walks across into Newbie's bedroom. Once again I find this guy compelling viewing. It's amazing the amount of emotions one man can conjure up through being completely and utterly... emotionless, I guess. When he returns to the room my heart skips a beat, and I get the feeling that Carla and Ghandi felt that too.
Behind dragged into the room with him was a semi-conscious JD, obviously just waking up from the effects of Ketamine.
Oh God, no. What the hell is going on here? I find myself breathing erratically as I think of what could have happened to Newbie whilst he's been drugged. Before today, I hadn't realised how much I thought of that kid like a son. But now all I want to do is protect him. Maybe because I feel I'm the only one with the right to treat him like crap or I actually genuinely worry about him but this feeling of helplessness is driving me insane! Also if he's had Newbie all along, why the hell are we here?
Dr. Cox shakes away his thoughts and finds himself in shock. He silently watches as Dave picks up a shivering JD and lies him down on the couch. He then sits down himself pulling JD up so the top of his back and his head are in his lap. He then absently runs his fingers through the intern's hair.
"It's bad that you guys don't know his writing well enough to know that that's not it."
Once again the anger rises in Cox's face. Dave automatically reads his mind.
"Don't worry, I've not touched him... yet." As JD started to come round, he shifted to make himself comfortable causing Dave to gasp and grit his teeth. He was obviously already getting pleasure from the fact the intern was lay on him.
Dr. Cox and Carla looked away disgusted, Turk on the other hand just kept staring. No-one was quite sure what Turk was thinking about, his father or the current situation, but he seemed deep in thought.
Dave kept talking. "Doesn't he look so innocent?... He always looked innocent. Especially as a child. He always wanted protecting and was constantly searching for a father figure." Dr. Cox looked away. "No surprise though, his father was useless. Unless it was about tits or legs he didn't really have much to say to the kid."
I found myself thinking back to the time when I told him that his father could have done a much worse job and I actually had a go at him for not having faith in his dad. It makes me cringe, there
I was comparing childhoods with him and all along he was hiding this.
"That's what made it so easy though, all I had to do was tell him I cared about him and he'd come running right back even if I still had the belt in my hand. Stupid kid."
At that moment I felt like I wanted to be sick. I knew exactly what he was talking about, because I knew deep down I had done that to Newbie on many occasions myself. I would give him false hope that I actually liked him and respected him, just to knock him back down again. In fact, I had done it earlier today when I told him he was the best doctor I had ever worked with. I might as well have been holding the bloody belt myself. I'm no better than that creep.
JD shifted again, this time opening his eyes.
"Ow... headache." He said out loud. Suddenly feeling what felt awfully like another person underneath him, he shiftedto glance up at the face looking down at him. Once his eyes focused he nearly jumped out of his skin and off the couch but was stopped by strong arms wrapped around his shoulders. When he realised he was stuck his body seemed to turn to jelly, his breathing became erratic and panicked and he tried to lean away from the other man's touch.
"Woah, woah! Chill out Johnny." Dave laughed at JD's reaction and almost looked confused about why he was so scared.
"W-what are you doing here?" JD shakily replied with his head turned completely away from the man and shifting himself to release some of the grip. This meant that JD did not have to look at Dave, but it also meant that he left a large part of his neck exposed which the older man took advantage of. Pulling JD back by he lunged towards him and starting kissing the exposed skin which caused JD to become hysterical. "Don't! Please! Let me go, let me go, let me go!" He tried to fight his way out of the man's grip but found he was slowly being overpowered, then a sudden clang from the corner of the room made him freeze and look up and Dave stopped kissing him.
"Oh yes, nearly forgot. How rude of me." He kissed JD's neck again, slowly moving upwards. "I think", he moved up to his ear "there's a few people" and licked, "you need to say hello to."
JD sat staring at the three people handcuffed up in the apartment. He was in complete and utter shock, he could hardly feel what Dave was doing to him. Looking back at him was a furious but distraught Dr. Cox who was obviously the one who had "clanged" before. He was trying once again to pull away from the wall. Carla kept looking at JD and then looking away again in disgust, presumably, again because of what Dave was doing. Turk was the only one who wouldn't look at him at all. He obviously knew about his past, and that was what hurt JD most. Turk couldn't even look at him now. The pain and despair he was causing the people he cared about became all too much and silent tears began to creep down his face.
Why did they have to be dragged into this?