My Fair Lad - Part 12
Chas is in Ramsgate plotting his future. Mark a distant nightmare.
He's setting up home with Gav, trying to forge a new life for himself and the lad he loves.
Step by step, slowly, slowly catches the monkey.
Please continue to support Nifty who publish and maintain this unique archive. Make a donation at https://donate.nifty.org/
If you like this story please rate it. Comments welcomed at
Scribblerlad@hotmail.com
Here we go!
Its about 11.00, Gavs at work. My laptop pinged and I opened the e-mail from David the builder. It's got the quote for the unit. Not the flat, that's waiting the comprehensive designs.
Looking the spreadsheet, I got quite a shock.
I went around to Reg's, straight away. The lad opens the door, his hands down his trackies,
Hi', he says, pleased to see me. Reg is out, he didn't come back last night and I'm starving',
`Go put some clothes on, be quick, and your trainers, we'll go to Sheila's for breakfast brunch, how's that?',
He beamed at me, he's got a nice smile, `oh and have you got a coat?', he shook his head.
He jumped in the car dressed in his thin tracksuit bottoms and a mismatched equally thin and worn top, we sped off.
There's an outlet store on the ring road in a shed park, I pull in.
`OK, let's look in here',
`What for? I'm starving',
`I thought you could do with some new threads',
He laughed at `threads',
TKMaxx had some that he liked, we tried on the new trackies in the changing rooms it was fun watching him undress and pull on the clothes, but they were a bit too `street' for him. He looked like a thug. Anyway it gave me an idea of sizes.
He dressed and we left, I saw the Sainsbury's opposite, they'll have stuff.
`I've had an idea, why don't we do a before and after photo', I say,
`Oh yeah, then I can show Reg', says George.
I didn't answer but took a photo, the lad put his hands down his thin trackies instinctively and I took the pic.
I got him a new tracksuit, underwear, socks and T shirt. He rejected the trainers, too naff, he said no one wears store brands.
I paid, the price of about 4 pints, and we went out and came back in again to use the customer toilets.
`Thanks Chas, do you want your present now', he kneeled and went for my waistband and felt my cock.
`No I want you to get changed into your new gear',
We went into the stall and he stripped, he was boned up, he pulled on the underpants,
these feel funny' he said but warm',
then his trackies and a T shirt and fleece top, he squeezed into his old trainers.
He admired himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. I left his old clothes behind.
Sheila was pleased to see me, `oh and you've brought George with you',
That's first time I'd heard his name.
I ordered two breakfast brunches, and he scoffed his quickly. I ordered 4 rounds of toast and marmalade, they were soon demolished. I ordered another mug of tea and a slice of cake each. He ate my slice as well.
Crikey you've put it away George', said Sheila, chatting with us at our table, I haven't seen your mum around, OK is she?', smiling at him keeping it light,
`Dunnow, I ain't seen her for weeks, she's in Spain working in a bar',
Oh that's nice', said Sheila. So where are you staying?',
He shuffled `er at Reg's but he's gone off somewhere now, Chas came to see him and got me this new clobber and this spread',
`Oh that's nice of him, where's your sister?',
`Oh mum took Melanie with her, she said there wasn't room for me but she'd send me a ticket when she's found somewhere'.
The door opened and the bell rang, four blokes came in.
`Well I'd better crack on',
She took the plates and turned away, I saw she sobbed a little then brightens up and says to the new arrivals,
`right lads what you having',
I paid, `I don't know what to do, Sheila', I say quietly,
'I'll have him for a few days till social sorts him out a foster place, whatever you do don't take him back to that pervert and don't say where he is to anyone. I'm finished here at four, bring him then',
I got my wallet out and peeled off two twenties,
`Here take this for grub or whatever, he'll eat you out of house and home, keep in touch!'
She held my hands and mouthed `thankyou'.
I somehow felt a responsible for him.
We went to the car,
`Are we going back to Reg's now?',
`I thought we'd get you a haircut and new trainers'.
`Great!',
The greasy old barber on the high street sprayed cold water on George's long locks.
`I can't cut this, it needs a proper wash',
I looked at the basin,
`oh alright, but I don't like washing kids hair',
George says `who you calling a kid?',
`Ok, Ok but it's an adults price',
I nodded, I sat reading `The Sun' newspaper, looking at the page three as I skimmed past.
`She'd sort you out she would',
and he laughed, adjusting his cock in his trousers.
George liked his cut and kept running his fingers through his hair. There's a sports shop lower down on the high street, George picked out a pair of Nike trainers, he wanted the £150 ones, `dream on' I said, still the ones he got were £60. He tried on a down coat, he liked it, he got it.
`Oh it's so warm uncle Chas', he said. Looking at himself in the mirror.
I paid, that's 20 pints, I'll make sure Reg pays me back,
Outside the shop he said, can we do the after' shot now?',
I took the photo, then some ones of him acting about, posing, he looks so happy.
We got in the car,
`Do you want to tell me about Reg, what he gets you to do, what he does to you, you might feel better telling someone?',
I put my phone in the dash holder and set it recording, just as if I was charging it up and getting ready to drive off.
Nothing to tell, really', He said my mum said I could stay at his place. He made me sleep in his bed and do stuff, like sucking his dick, after that he put his dick inside me. That hurt. He said I needed a good fucking, and he got me to do stuff with his mates and they fucked me, they got me drunk on sweet drinks',
`Did telling someone make you feel better?'
He nodded,
`well you won't be seeing much of Reg anymore',
We got to the holiday flat. He sat about.
`Uncle Chas, can I have a shower please, a hot one, I've not had a hot one since mum left and I don't want to spoil my new clothes',
He came over and hugged me tight,
Of course you can', I said, getting up to grab a clean towel for him. Gavs and mine are a bit er care worn', damp and smelly might be a better description.
I got the towel from the airing cupboard, all white and fluffy, he put it to his face and I ran the water for him, it takes ages to get hot.
`You get undressed here and fold your clothes then nip into to the shower, take as long as you want, and if you want me to check you're washed all over then shout me OK?'
He looked disappointed,
`I thought you'd come in with me. I want to give you your present, you've done so much for me today. I thought you'd want to?',
`No, George you being here and happy is the best present you could give me'.
He started to strip and I noticed him fold his clothes neatly, leaving them in a pile on the dresser in the corridor. He ran in with his white underpants on and closed the door.
10 minutes later I heard him singing as he washed.
`All done, Uncle Chas' he shouted.
He came out wrapped in his towel and he ran off, laughing. I chased him and tickled him dry.
Then he dressed and we snuggled up on the sofa and watched a corny old film until I dropped him off at Sheila's at 4. He didn't even look back, this boy craved a woman's touch and some home cooking.
I went to Reg's, and knocked. He opened the door looking about for George,
`You seen that kid, he's fucking robbed me and ran off with £500 in notes off my dresser',
`You liar, you robbing old pervert',
`What? son, what have I done?',
Don't son' me. You sell me a clapped out, semi derelict warehouse for top dollar, you lie on the condition report and falsely up the valuation, I've just got the quote from the builders to bring it up to spec, you owe me £200 grand',
`200 big ones? Who the fucks doing the work, Karl Fabergè? Look I admit it needs a lick of paint',
`Don't you fucking dare, £200K or ..',
`Or what son?',
His eyes narrowed, he pulled me close to his face, he growled, his breath smelling of booze and cigarettes,
`Come on, spit it out, cat got your tongue has it?',
I stood up to him.
`Don't push me Reg, I've got enough on you to send you down, you won't taste a pint of Kentish ale again, you'll be lucky to be able to piss when the other inmates find out what you are in for',
I play the video on my phone, he goes to grab it.
`Don't bother it's on my icloud account, stored so I can access it anywhere, send it anywhere, to the police for instance,
We listen to George talking about Reg on the phone.
`It was just a cuddle', he said,
I went for him, he dodged me,
`You told George to let me fuck him as a present, you sold him to your mates, getting him drunk, you're cruel and sadistic to him, his dirty clothes, not washing him, not feeding him, just like you did with me',
`Ok, Ok, you can have you're £200k if you delete the video and you hand him back',
`OK, by tomorrow noon and by bank transfer, no tricks'.
I played some more of the video,
`Ok, Ok, i'll instruct my solicitor tomorrow',
`No, you fucking snake, go to the bank, make the transfer, if not I'll send the video, got it?'
He nodded.
`Say it',
`OK, OK, £200k by bank transfer tomorrow, then I get the kid back. I told his mum I'd look after him',
`Tomorrow morning or your finished. Oh and don't try to do anything to me, I've got others who have instructions to access the video and send it to the police should anything happen',
I drove back shaking. I got to the flat and the lights were on, oh Gavin, my Gavin where are you, come to me.
I got in, he was sat with a Stella, he threw me one and I caught it. I burst into tears, he hugged me as I sobbed into his shoulder.
`What a fucking day I've had', I said, recovering, wanting, no needing, to share everything with Gav.
I told him about Reg and George and showed him the photos and played the video, and told him about the amount of work needed to bring the unit up to scratch.
`So if he pays you, will you still send the video',
`I think I have to, don't you? I have a chance to break the cycle',
My mind is racing but I manage to get some sleep, I hear the toot of Slomos van and feel Gav kiss my forehead and the door slam. Another day dawns.
I sleep a little more and get up and shower, thinking of Gav and I imagine he's next to me in the shower, washing me, caressing me, fucking me. I shoot against the tiles and feel guilty.
My phone pings. The transfer is done.
Reg calls, `bring the boy now and delete the video, do it in front of me', he shouts angrily,
`I haven't got the boy Reg',
`What, you must have, he did the video in the shag wagon',
`No, I haven't got him, he's not here',
You've told him to go to the social haven't you?', Fuck what you done to me son, to your own flesh and blood',
`Flesh and blood, I hope you get what you deserve Reg, calling me son, ha, I was just somewhere to park your mangy dick, well Reg, you can fuck right off, If I never see you again it will be too soon',
`Gonna be hard that sonny boy, remember I'm in the unit next door',
`Unless you get sent down?', I say,
`You keep away from me you fucking grass'. And he hung up.
Fuck, I'm sure making enemies, Mark and now Reg.
I phone David and arrange to meet him to go through the costs.
I'm in two minds now, what a mess. I decide I'm a big boy, I can handle myself, I can get through this.
I walk to Sheila's cafe,
She smiles at me, and look who's washing pots but George.
`Hi uncle Chas' he says and beams at me, his hands in very sudsy water washing up.
`Is he Ok?'
Sheila whispered,
He had a tearful chat with me last night before bed, begging me to keep him until his Ma gets back. I found out from Suzie at Cut n' Curl that his Ma has a new bloke in tow, and she thinks he didn't know about Chas, there being a big gap between George and Melanie, you know different dads',
`Gosh, fancy leaving your kid behind',
`I know, I don't know what to do Chas. I don't want Reg taking him away again, and I don't want him in a kids home learning God knows what from the older lads either',
`Let me think about it' I said. I got the brunch,
`You'll be putting weight on' says Sheila,
`No, I get lots of exercise', I say innocently.
`I'll bet you do with Gav, he's gorgeous',
I blush, realising what I said,
`No I mean walking, er swimming er...'
She laughed, `sorry to have embarrassed you. But you've no need to be, especially with me',
Gosh she's a diamond.
`How old is George?' I say,
`Dunnow, he says he's 18, but I don't believe him. He could be a street wise 13 year old or a slow 17 year old. Social would know, school records and so on',
I had an idea, `could you get him to talk about school, see which one he went to and if he is still in contact with anyone from his class, on Minecraft, Tim Tok or whatever? Then we can maybe find out what year they are in now'.
`Good idea, I could ask around if I had a name, I'll try him tonight, what you thinking Chas? I'd love to have him you know since my Larry passed, and with Stewart gone as well, but its impossible on my own and running the cafe.',
`I've just had an idea',
I eat up and mull something over. Mmm neighbours.
I get to David's, we go through the costs, he's so thorough.
`Could you trim some costs?',
`Sure, what don't you want to do',
`Well I want to do it all of course!',
`So that's the issue. The changing rooms are coming in at £25k each, why not just have one?
No I need `home and away',
`Chas, you've lost me, let's get a coffee and talk through what your plans are now and what you want and we'll get a better understanding',
We sit, his office is in his house, it's got those floor to ceiling zig zag doors and a nice patio, lovely garden. I think I'd like to build to something like this, with Gav.
`This is confidential',
David nods.
`It was my uncle's warehouse, he owns next doors, we've fallen out, and I'm not sure I want to be neighbours longer term',
`So is this since our last conversation',
I nod.
`My plan was to live on site, in the flat, me and Gav, and I'd store steel at the loading bay end. Looking at the place Gav said the gents and ladies changing were better than the hockey club where he played and that an indoor pitch would be great. Now I've seen those netting walls sport centres have and thought I could run one of those over and segregate the steel store from the sports, if needs be I could store the steel in it all if I wanted to'.
`Then Gav says about energy efficiency lighting might help with the running costs and you said about ground source heat pumps might be cheaper to run and suddenly it's way over £200k plus the flat on top, say another £50k',
`Leave it with me Chas, let me do basic, better, best costs and drawings. I'll charge you for this probably around £2k, but if you go ahead I'll refund you, how does that sound?',
We shook hands.
I'm thinking that I need to get Reg to pay for the refurb and for what I have in mind for George, but I need to know his age, urgently.
Sheila called me,
`I've asked him and he said he yeah, he sees guys from school who are preparing for exams in summer, that makes him 15 or 16',
Thanks I say, still mulling over a solution.
Gav comes home, exhausted,
`What a fucking day',
I throw him a can. I'd cooked pasta and a jar sauce. He was famished and he ate tomorrows portion as well. We drank a few more cans and I told him about George and how good Sheila is.
`Yeah' he said Ma phoned me at work, she'd called in and saw George, Ma knows George from year seven when me and you were doing GCSE's, anyway Ma said she'd have him, just like that, they've got a spare room, he's a good kid at heart and he'll be most welcome, they miss having a lad about the place, Ma's been crying every night',
`Fuck, sleeping in your old room?',
`Yep the very one',
`That pilot will be pleased, another fit lad to watch shooting his spunk in the air, like anti aircraft flak',
`Chocks away',
Gav shouted and stuck his arms out running around like a plane as I chased him with a pretend flack gun.
We collapsed on the bed. One thing lead to another and well, we fell into a sex hazed sleep.
I woke thinking of Reg, he's always trouble, he takes up so much head space. I've got to sort it.
I get up with Gav, kiss him as he leaves for his job, it's tough for him. I walk to Reg's and bang on the door. I wait, and bang again, louder. The dog starts barking up the street.
He opens the door, frightened, in his dressing gown and slippers.
I look at him, this pathetic specimen,
`Fuck Chas, I nearly shat myself, I thought you were the police',
`I am in a way, can I come in?'
He looks puzzled,
`Yeah',
`Thanks, I'll put the kettle on',
`I've got no milk, no nothing really'
`Look Reg, you've got a good business going, good lads working for you, don't throw it all away over a kid, here's my deal',
`Oh fuck this is gonna cost me',
`Shut up and listen Reg, here's the deal. You fuck off out of Ramsgate, this house, this town, why not buy somewhere, Dover maybe, a change of scene, different cops, get your head down, sort out your life, leave George and lads alone, get therapy.',
`And?',
`And I won't tell the cops',
`What about George?',
`He's safe, with a good family, I won't tell you where, he's doing well Reg, away from you, you and boys are a toxic, criminal combination'.
He was listening,
`I'll help you find somewhere, maybe rent somewhere like I'm doing, for a couple of months till you find somewhere you like, near shops, a boozer, good road connections. Then you can use the warehouse to load up and be off to the markets, get back, be back in Dover in no time'.
He nods, you're a good kid Chas', you're the kick up my arse I needed. I'll let his mum know..'
`No Reg, I need to do that, to be his guardian angel now',
He opened his wallet and gave me a card for a bar in Magaluf and he peeled off £500 from his roll.
`Here for George, to help him on his way',
I took it and was going to say something, but Reg says gruffly;
`Now you can fuck right off, I've got to packing to do. Oh and thanks for the ideas but I know a guest house in Dover from years ago, I'll give Maggie a bell, she'll put me up. Oh just one thing son, your phone, the video, have you, did you?',
`Yes, it's here and no I didn't send it',
I replayed it one more time, he cringed, his eyes glassy wet, and I pressed the waste bin symbol.
`Gone, like you will be from today',
He nodded, we hugged, I left.
TBC