Chapter 2

Chapter Two 05/04/15

The following morning, just before ten, David drifted into the Cafe, unshaven, but freshly showered. It was a tired double fronted affair, the faded royal blue sign above the frontage stated that the name of the establishment was The Blue Bird, Parrots also painted blue proudly adorned either end of sign.  Some wag had daubed a black cock perturbing from the bird on the left, monster hairy testicles swung below, jizz spurting out in droplets threatening passerby below.  The counter was to the rear of the grotty cafe; the kitchen hidden beyond the counter was linked through an archway; vision restricted by a insect repellant silver chain screen, greasy and worn.  News 24 rolled on in monotone on the geriatric fake wooden TV clinging to the once cream wall, dusty cables hung down to the socket and TV point. The vertical hold was starting to go, once in a while the grainy picture rolled like a drunken sailor hitting dry land for the first time in months.  Greeting Sue, the balloon like cheery old dear with rotten black dentures and a cheap wig; David ordered 'The Full Monty, no black pudding'.  A cracked mug with stale hot tea was plonked down on the chipped blue and white check formica table that sat in the centre of the booth which David had sprawled into; the booths blue fake leather high-back benches were grimy and sticky.  The white mug had more stains than Sue's teeth.  Absentmindedly David added sugar, brown granules that looked like dried sleep and stirred.  Looking out onto the busy B-road he waited for the others to arrive.  People drifted in, some staying, others picking up food orders, or coffee to sip on their journey to work or drudgery as David preferred to regard it. Worn and faded pictures and photos adorned the pitted walls, on some meaningless  captions were scrawled, recording events long forgotten and often not worth recording at all.

Suddenly he was aware someone had joined him in the booth, he looked up to see Cathy.
Cathy the girl from next door!, his old neighbours daughter, the girl he had once worshiped.  David just stared, mouth open, brain frozen. "What the fuck you doing here?" he stammered.

Cathy's sky blue eyes starred patiently, an eyebrow raised.

"Yep, sorry, what you doing here" David asked remembering Cathy didn't hold with bad language.  "Twat "his brain yelled, "you twat".

The eyes continued to bore relentlessly into him, David became more and more nervous.
Flicking a stray strand of medium length auburn hair away Cathy spoke, her voice quiet but clear.  "Hello David, you've been a stupid boy, haven't you?".
David's mouth dried up completely and he was forced to take a slurp before he could reply. "Me? No way! you know me I'm always good". The smile that he tried to put on his lips failed and faded.
"You're going to have to come with me I'm afraid, someone wants to see you, and she's very annoyed with you and your three friends". Cathy countered in a velvet tone.

David's heart started to thump, pounding louder and louder, blood pumped, he struggled for breath.
"What do you mean? what have I done? I ain't done anything, you know me, honest". His voice becoming that innocent little boy voice he'd perfected over the years.

"Look out there, can you see the four men over by the yard, and the other two by the Post Box, oh and the two woman sitting behind you" She asked.

David looked around, one of the woman winked at him, he didn't feel like winking back, David felt sick to his core.

"You have a choice, walk out with me and get in that car". Cathy pointed at a Land-rover Discovery "Or get dragged out and beaten up, either way your coming with me" She said in a firm no nonsense voice.

She always had that voice David thought.

"I could leg it out the back" David muttered without realising he'd spoken out aloud, he was starting to sweat.  Cathy just looked at him quizzically, her eyes mocking him.  "Really! Go on try it if you must". She leaned forward, he could smell her; it made him giddy.  "You were always hard to train". She whispered so the old man who was dragging a small Jack Russell behind him could not hear as he went past.

"Do I have to?" He pleaded, asked.

"Yes, I'm doing you a big favour, the others were taken the hard way. If you walk in unchained she might think better of you, I'm giving you a chance.  A slim one; but a chance.  I'm sorry it's all I can do.  You bloody fool" She snapped.

David was shocked, Cathy never swore.  Wendy, her Mother, never allowed it, ever!

Rising up Cathy motioned him to follow.  Reluctantly David pulled himself up and in a daydream followed her.  A rear door was opened and slowly David sank in.  Doors slammed and motion commenced.

Fat Sue staggered out from the kitchen a large plate of taste and weight gripped in her podgy hands.
"Where's the little shit gone? He ain't paid!" She moaned.

"No problem love" said one of the two woman who had been sitting behind David. "He had to go but he left you a tenner, he said don't worry about the change"

Fat Sue smiled, thanked her and slipped the note into her rather large sloppy jelly like bosom.  She then plonked the plate down onto the table where the old man and the Jack Russell had taken up residence and said "Enjoy, free, on the house".
The old man looked stunned and watched Fat Sue blubber her way to the kitchen, the layers of fat rippled as she shuffled.
"Fucking black pudding" he muttered and gave it to the Mutt.  The Mutt tucked in with gusto, tail a wagging as he licked it up off the table, front legs on the table, hind ones balancing on the bench.

Cathy took his mobile and a Terminal Screwdriver she found in his pocket but did not take his wallet or change.
David tried to talk to Cathy; but she put her finger to her lips silencing him.  David thoughts drifted back to before, childhood, playing with Cathy and her two brothers, Paul and Aaron down by the river, dipping, making rafts, gazing at clouds, running in the woods, hide and seek.  Going to their house, just next door for tea.  Never tea in his house, just a drunken drugged up Mother and photos of a long dead Dad. But in the main happy contented days, long summers, then he'd blown it.  Middle of being thirteen, Cathy and He had rowed, over
exactly what David tried to remember, he couldn't, he remembered the slap on his face, the push he gave her, the crimson blood where she cut her head when she fell.  The brothers punching him, Cathy kicking him, Wendy the Mother spanking him.  He would never forget the spanking, hand meeting bare ass, the hand won, tears flowed, ass glowed, the shame.  Then just ignored, hated, despised, loathed.  Threatened at school, him desperate to apologise, pleading forgiveness, but Cathy just kept beating him up.  She was faster, harder more vicious than he ever thought possible.  His Mother for once on his side.  He remembered the shouting outside on the front lawns, Mother against Mother, finger pointing and the front door slamming in a final brutal end to everything.  It took two weeks until Cathy would even agree to see him.  Aaron after much badgering by David brokered the meeting.  Just the two of them, down by the river, by then swollen and in full voice.  He remembered kneeling before her, begging, crying, desperate to be forgiven, for it all to go back to how it was.  Finally she agreed, but there was a price, a high price for a little boy.  He followed Cathy back to her house, Wendy was there alone; hands on hips.  Over her knee again he went and tears and cries followed.  Then a hug before Cathy pulled him over her knee and the same was done.  Pulled by the hair and taken out the back his clothes were pulled off him and he was instructed to lie on his back.  He remembered the hard cold patio path he lay on, he recalled the calm matter of fact tone of voice as Cathy instructed him.  "You will lay still with your mouth open".

He did, She lifted her dress; revealing everything! Straddling him she urinated a hot stream all over him, especially his face and mouth.  He was transfixed, unable to comprehend what was happening.  Afterwards Cathy hosed him down, pulled him up and dried him.  She helped him dress and kissed him on the cheek before murmuring "I forgive you boy".

After that; all was back as before, friends came back, it was never mentioned.  But sometimes when he caught Cathy looking at him he knew what she was thinking, the eyes said it all, they gleamed.

He loved her, but she scared him at the same time, he was always aware of her presence.  Bedazzled; in awe, uncertain.

Then of course one night; a week before his fourteenth his Mother suddenly took him away, it was a Friday night, Coven meeting night.  No warning, no chance to say goodbye, just gone. Bright lights, a big city, plenty of drugs, so much booze, many temptations.  Petty crime and a poor school finished his education.  Then his mother died, the bitch!  Not the booze or even the drugs, no just another mugging gone wrong.  Seventeen he remembered, shit age to be alone.  Social workers; kind but weak, only by chance did he fall into his first job, alarms, security. He loved it.  The old man who taught him was kind, too kind, the odd touch but nothing more.  But he did teach him more than he should, a lot more!.  At that age David soaked it up.  When the fags took the old man David just carried on the business, no one stopped him, no one cared.  Taking over the phone line and the renting of the portacabin in the yard had been hard but he'd managed it. Joe who owned the yard liked him, liked the advice on how to do a lock!.  Joe sorted it, the phone line, the paperwork.  Joe advised; guided, part time crime was fun, the business was an excellent cover. Break-ins and Burglaries became second nature, David was good at it, professional.

The car sped along the roads, weaving and twisting the rush hour traffic long since departed so without David fully realising they were soon back at the house.  The one not so many hours before he had violated.

Returning from his wonderings David saw one of the extra large garages doors opening and the car glided in, the door closing as fast as it opened ,three or four seconds David reckoned.  He noted the Jean Blue Skoda was still there, unmoved, quiet, at rest.  His door was flung open and a tall broad man, mid forties or maybe fifties motioned him out.  Cathy came round the side, David noted her once too slim frame had filled with muscle and sex.  Her elf like features given her an almost mythical goddess appearance, just like her mother David thought.  Getting out David followed her, the man stayed in the garage.  They moved up the passageway, David couldn't help himself "I'm sorry Cathy, please" he uttered.  Cathy shoved him against the wall, forearm to throat.  He looked at her, she at him, she grimaced before finally saying "If you want to live you've got to kiss her feet, and mean it.  Once your in there I cannot help you.  Do you remember the training you did with my brothers?"
David nodded, fear capturing his heart, "I remember the three positions" he whispered. Leaning into him Cathy whispered back "And how do you ask permission to speak?
"Turn my palms over?" David said more as a question than a statement.
"Good, when you get in there go straight into full submission, position three, understand?"
"Oh God" David said.
Cathy slapped his face hard saying at the same time  "Oh Goddess you prat, don't stuff that up or she will skin you alive". She looked at David, he was a little taller than her 5ft 6inches but today he looked smaller, she found herself looking down into his soft frightened eyes.  "She is going to kill today, she's been up all night, don't underestimate this, got it?".
David nodded, he could not help but smell her, fresh, young like a midnight red rose in full cry in the moonlight.  Her aroma intoxicating, dizzying, confusing.

Cathy pulled him along upwards into the building, plainness and dull changed into opulence, grandiose displays of wealth and status.  Off the main landing Cathy paused at a set of doors, she cupped her hands around his face and whispered "Submit as you once submitted to me, it's the only thing that can save you, the others are already dead, they just don't know it yet".  With that She flung open the double doors and they walked in.