Broken Youth, page 15
“Right lads, let’s have a toast. We all deserve it and a job well done to everyone. Let’s hope we have plenty more jobs like this one, because I’m getting too old for all this shit and need a little nest egg for my twilight years”. They all laughed as they raised their glasses.
“Job well done lads”, Mark toasted as he gulped the whisky. They all followed Mark and knocked the whisky back in one and placed the empty glasses on the table. John got four sports bags belonging to his sons from a cupboard and started to split the money evenly into each bag. Each man watched and counted their share of money as it went into the bag. Once it was completed, John opened the bags containing the guns.
“Gordon I’m putting these inside your bag. My wife nearly found them the other night and I can’t take the chance of having them again, so are you alright taking them home with you? Is that alright?” Gordon agreed, because at that moment he was so happy that he didn’t care about storing two guns in his home. He was high on life and the guns were the last thing on his mind.
“Yeah mate shove ‘em in my bag, I will sort them out later. No worries”.
“Top man”. John said “Saves me from the earache if the wife was to find them”.
The four of them agreed they would all meet for a good piss up in the pub in a couple of hours. Wayne was the first to leave, followed shortly by Mark and Gordon. Mark and Gordon had phoned a taxi, as Mark had agreed to drop Gordon off first before he went home. The sound of the taxi beeped outside the house and Mark and Gordon left together. Once inside the taxi, they both sat in the back. Mark hugged Gordon and praised him for a job well done. Gordon felt like a young boy whose father had congratulated him on winning a football match. He leaned towards Gordon and whispered in his ear.
“Shall I get us a big bag of sniff for tonight to celebrate?” Gordon smiled and did not hesitate in his answer.
“Yeah get the biggest bag they have got, because I am well and truly celebrating tonight”. Mark chuckled and grabbed him laughing, the taxi stopped outside Gordon’s house ,and he arranged to meet Mark later in the pub. Gordon picked his bag up from the taxi and said goodbye to his partner in crime. Once the taxi had left he walked up the path towards his house.
Opening the front door, he dropped his bag and headed into the front room expecting to see Misty sat there but as he looked he realised she wasn’t there. He ran up stairs and shouted her name throughout the house but with no reply. It was quite unusual, her not being home but for now he was kind of glad, as it gave him time to relax and get himself together before he went to meet his mates in the pub. He also knew he could always deal with Misty later when he returned home. How dare she be out of the house, he thought to himself, as he walked upstairs to lie on the bed for a few minutes to relax.
CHAPTER TWELVE
GORDON RETURNED TO the pub, as planned and joined his mates for a night of fun and games. Once inside the pub he phoned Francesca and told her to get her glad rags on and come and join him. Francesca started to ask questions about where he had got the money from, as she thought he didn’t have a pot to piss in but he stopped her dead in her tracks telling her not to be so nosey. She agreed to meet him and told him she would be there in the next hour. He could tell by her voice she was excited. This was the first time he had ever phoned her to come for a drink. On the previous times he had met her, he had always been drunk and the last orders bell had always sounded.
As the men sat there Mark caught Gordon’s eye and beckoned him to follow him to the toilets. Gordon knew exactly what they were going for and couldn’t wait to get the fix he so desperately needed. Once inside the cubicle Mark pulled out the biggest bag of cocaine he had ever seen.
“Fuckin’ hell it’s like a bag of snow. How much do I owe you?” Mark told him they would sort out the money later as at the moment he too needed his fix and couldn’t be bothered sorting out the money. Mark knelt onto the toilet floor and made two white lines for both of them. Gordon watched as Mark snorted the drug into his nostrils and couldn’t wait for his turn, knowing the feeling that Mark was already experiencing.
“Come on move over, we haven’t got all night” Gordon prompted. Mark stood up slowly and held his body closely against the wall, experiencing the full rush of the cocaine. Within seconds Gordon was down on the floor snorting his share of the drug like a Hoover. As the cocaine travelled up inside his nostrils the rush hit his brain almost immediately and the feeling inside was heaven. They both wiped the seat and entered back into the pub. Gordon was well and truly rocking. He moved over to the juke box to put on his favourite song and waited for it to play.
Then he began to sing the words loudly, encouraging the rest of the pub to sing along with him. He was so full of confidence and loved the way he felt. As he danced to the music, he made his way back to his mates, spinning and turning doing his dance moves. Once he had reached them, he took his t-shirt off and began flexing his muscles to his friends. A few ladies sat in the corner watched with lustful eyes, as they saw his muscular body.
“Get em off”, one of the ladies shouted as her friends joined in the chant as well. “Get em off for the girls, get em off”. They shouted as they watched him thrust his hips round and around teasing them. Mark joined in the chant and shouted with them. Before long Gordon was stripped to his boxer shorts and stood on a table facing the ladies. They all laughed and told him they wanted more. He loved the attention he was getting and straddled across one of the ladies thrusting his crutch towards her face.
The locals in the pub all came closer to watch the performance and all joined in, clapping and shouting “Off! Off! Off!”. What Gordon didn’t see was the shape of Francesca walking straight towards him as he was thrusting himself towards the ladies face. Francesca moved the onlookers out of the way and jumped towards Gordon.
“What the fuck are ya doing ya prick” she shouted as he turned to face her. Once he saw her stood there the moment had gone and he stepped down off the table. The ladies tutted as Francesca passed him his clothes she had picked up from the floor. Gordon felt slightly embarrassed as he spoke to Francesca.
“Fucking hell, what’s up with ya face? It’s only a bit of fun for the ladies”. Francesca was fuming and opened fire on him, holding nothing back.
“Oh well, if that’s the case, it will be alright if I get my kit off for the lad’s wont it?”
Gordon dragged her arm and pulled her to the side. She could tell he meant business and tried to calm the situation, before he exploded. He now hissed into her face with rage.
“That body belongs to me and I get jealous of other men looking at you. You are a very attractive bird, so keep ya fucking clothes on if you know what’s good for you. I’m sorry for what I have just done. It was only a bit of fun”. The plan had worked and Francesca calmed down. He kissed her and handed her some money.
“Here. Go to the bar, get the drinks in and stop moaning”. He now shouted to his mates, to ask what drinks they wanted and he relayed it to Francesca who was already stood at the bar.
The night went with a bang as usual and everyone was in good spirits. Gordon was starving by the end of the night and wanted to go for something to eat. He asked the other men if they wanted to go for a curry or something but they declined as they all had to start heading home to their wives. Gordon stepped into the road and flagged a taxi. As it pulled over they ran to get in it. Gordon told the driver their destination. He had always wanted to eat in restaurants but never had enough money. Now, since money wasn’t an issue, the world was his oyster.
“Curry Hut please mate” he told the taxi driver. “Do you know where that is?” The driver took a few directions from him and then remembered the place he was talking about. Gordon and Francesca kissed passionately in the back of the cab as it moved off. It wasn’t long before they were a step away from having sex but they knew they had to stop as they remembered where they were. Francesca could see the taxi driver peering through his rear view mirror, obviously watching where Gordon had slid his hands. This turned her on and she performed even more as the man watched agog.
Once the taxi reached its destination, Francesca straightened her clothes and stepped out of the taxi waiting for Gordon to pay the fare. She smiled at the driver as he took the money and you could tell by his face he had enjoyed the free entertainment.
“Good night love” he shouted, as he stretched his head through the taxi window. He blew her a kiss as he drove away. Gordon was none the wiser and waved goodbye to the taxi driver. They entered the restaurant like the king and the queen of Collyhurst. They were greeted by a waiter and shown to their seats. Once they were seated Francesca looked round and admired the decor. The room was decorated in a lovely red and gold wallpaper and all the fixtures and fittings matched. ‘It’s spectacular’ she thought as the waiter came over to take their order.
He ordered lots of different things, starting with a prawn cocktail apiece followed by onion bhajis. For their main meal he ordered them a mild curry with pilau rice. Gordon gazed across the table towards Francesca and looked deep into her eyes.
“This is the life isn’t it? I could get use to this couldn’t you?” she smiled and agreed with him as he continued, “I’ll give you some money to treat yourself tomorrow. I’ve had a bit of an earner today and I want to treat you. I will give you a thousand pound to rig yourself out, is that alright?” Francesca nearly pissed herself with excitement when he told her how much he was giving her. But she played it cool as she didn’t know if he was lying or not. So to thank him she leaned over the table slowly and kissed him softly for the gift he had promised. As she pulled herself back to sit back onto the chair, she froze as she saw a familiar face looking directly at her.
“Max” she whispered. Gordon asked her to repeat the words she had spoken and once again, she spoke his name.
“It’s fucking Max he’s just seen us kissing”. Francesca hung her head low and hoped Max wouldn’t cause a scene. Gordon turned and looked directly at Max and waited for his reaction but Max turned back around and left the restaurant accompanied by his friends. As Gordon watched him leave he could see his friends asking him why but Max just hurried away making no response. Gordon didn’t let Max spoil their night. He knew he could conjure an excuse together before Max spoke to his sister. Anyway Misty wouldn’t believe him anyway, once he had had his say the next day.
The rest of the meal went well but the mood was ruined for Francesca. That’s all she needed, Misty finding out about her betrayal. Even though she wanted Gordon to leave her, the time was just not right. Somewhere, deep down, she felt guilty about the affair. Gordon saw the change in Francesca’s mood and tried to make her laugh as they waited for the taxi home. Gradually her mood lifted and the party animal Francesca returned. Sitting in the taxi Gordon dug inside his pocket and pulled out his bag of sniff.
“Look what I’ve got for us once we get back to your auntie’s,” Francesca’s eyes lit up like a child receiving a birthday gift, as she watched Gordon replace the drugs back inside his pocket.
Neither Gordon nor Francesca realised how much this drug was taking over their lives. They couldn’t get enough of the stuff. It was fine whilst they were taking it but it was the next day that left them both feeling like zombies. Francesca had been worse, her mood the next day had left her feeling suicidal and she just couldn’t seem to pull herself together. She would find herself lying in bed and feeling lifeless. Then the tears would come, she didn’t know why she was crying but she was unable to stop. She had promised herself a few times that she would leave the drugs alone but when it was offered to her she always thought that this would be the last time she would have it. Unfortunately the last time never came. She was well and truly hooked and in time to come she would realise how much it had taken a grip of her.
Back at her auntie’s house, they both crept in like burglars. Francesca hadn’t told Gordon, that lately her auntie had been a right bitch with her. She was sick of Francesca lying in bed all day and not searching for a job. From a distance she had watched her niece go downhill and didn’t like the young woman she saw in front of her now. She had once been so energetic and full of life but these days she was a waste of space and her auntie made no secret about letting her know it. She had told her that she would have to start coming in at a decent hour and boys were not allowed home with her anymore until she had sorted herself out. Francesca headed straight for the conservatory and hushed Gordon as he started to speak.
“Sssshhhh be quiet, my auntie’s being a bit funny at the moment and she’ll go mad if I’ve brought someone home”. Gordon looked at her before he grabbed her by the waist and started spinning her round.
“Bet your auntie doesn’t know what her sweet little niece does whilst she’s in bed does she? Well get yourself over here and have a go of this. I am sure this will loosen you up”.
Gordon pulled the small wooden table towards him and retrieved the bag of cocaine out of his pockets. Pouring some powder onto the table he began to split it into lines. Francesca’s eyes widened as she pulled up a chair next to him, waiting for her turn. Once they had snorted the lines of cocaine they began their usual ritual of sex but Gordon knew his stay would only be short tonight, as he wanted to see where Misty had been when he called home earlier in the evening. How dare she be out he thought to himself as he began to kiss Francesca. He knew she wouldn’t be doing it again once he had set her straight. ‘How dare she disobey me,’ he thought as he kissed Francesca.
The sex began but Gordon felt agitated and couldn’t wait to get it over with. Francesca’s mind was somewhere else too. Max was now holding all the cards in their lives at the moment and she didn’t know whether he would go straight to Misty and tell her about the scene he had just witnessed. She just hoped he would keep it to himself. Only time would tell she thought as she began to perform a sexual act on Gordon. Once their lovemaking was over they both shared the ritual cigarette. Gordon knew Francesca would be expecting him to stay the night, so he picked his moment wisely before he broke the news to her.
“Listen I’m not staying tonight. I want to go home in case Max has decided to call round and tell Misty about us. I think it’s best if I’m there, then I’ll know exactly what he is saying. I’ll tell her it’s all lies if he turns up. What do ya think?” She didn’t need time to think, she also wanted to know how Max would react, so with a quiet voice she agreed that he should go home. Francesca felt nervous as she thought Misty might knock at her door any minute and she wanted to be prepared in case she did, so she let him know she felt the same way.
“I think ya right. I can’t stand not knowing whether he’s told her or not”. Gordon sighed with relief, he’d imagined it was going to be a lot harder than that to get away from her tonight but she took the news well and surprisingly agreed with everything he said. They both finished their cigarettes and she quietly walked him to the door, hoping not to wake her aunt. At the door he kissed her goodnight and headed home like a hurricane.
As he reached his front door, he had to bend over and catch his breath. He had run all the way home like a man on a mission. After a few moments he dug his hands into his jeans to find his key. He found it and carefully opened the door and pushed it open. The house was in complete darkness, as he sneaked slowly up to bedroom. As usual Misty was lay in a little bundle on one side of the bed. Gordon decided not to take his clothes of as yet as he wanted to deal with Misty before he got undressed. As he sat on the bed, he dug his hand into Misty back. Misty immediately jumped and turned to face the silhouette that sat next to her. Once she rubbed her eyes and focused she realised it was Gordon waking her.
“What’s the matter? Why have ya woke me up?” she enquired. He made no comment but moved his legs onto the bed beside her. Before he spoke he made himself comfortable, as he knew the interrogation was about to start.
“Where have you been today?” he asked in a cocky voice. “I called home earlier to get changed but no one was in”. Misty looked at him and shook her head in disbelief. “I must have been at my mum’s I stayed there for my tea. Why what’s the problem?”
Gordon leant towards her face and in a deep voice he spoke directly to her. “What’s the problem!? You’re the fuckin’ problem. You’re never in this house. Where’s was my tea? Oh no!” He said in a sarcastic voice. “You couldn’t be bothered making my tea, because you were out gallivanting weren’t you!”
Misty sat up and moved away from his face. “Gordon I’ve been to my mum’s for tea not fucking gallivanting. I haven’t been to my mum’s for ages and I’m sick of sitting in this house looking at four walls all day on my own”. Gordon’s face shown just how angry he was as he reached towards her and grabbed her hair. He gripped her hair in his hands and ragged her about like a doll, ranting into her face.
“Oh so you’re sick of it all, are you? You cheeky little slut. You don’t care about anyone but yourself. You’re a spiteful little bitch”. Gordon drew his hand back and clenched his fist. Without any warning he swung it round and connected with her eye. Her head flew to the side of the bed, as he continued to hit her like a punch bag. She pleaded with him to stop but it just fell on deaf ears.
“Get up you little lazy slut and make my fucking tea. How dare you think I don’t deserve to be treated with respect? Don’t I treat you well? Don’t I do everything for you? All I ask is for a tea to be on the table when I come home and you can’t do that one little thing for me”. Gordon ragged her again before he spoke. “Get your arse downstairs and do the job you should have done hours ago”. He now stood up and reached across to the shivering body of Misty. He took her by the hair and led her to the bedroom door. Once at the door he pulled her hair to the side so she was looking directly at him.
“Off you go and make my fuckin’ tea. Don’t get no bright ideas, about running away either because I will catch you and bring you back and it will be ten times worse then, wont it?” He released her hair slowly and watched her make her way downstairs towards the kitchen. Every part of her body was aching and she could feel her eye starting to swell. Her tears were flowing but she knew they could not help her, as Gordon saw tears as a sign of weakness and if he saw them he would punish her for being weak. So she dried her eyes and headed into the kitchen. The cold from the kitchen froze her body instantly. Her teeth chattered as she opened the fridge door and looked what she could make for him to eat. Looking in the fridge she knew there was no other option than to make him chips and something else, because if she made him a quick snack he would surely send her back downstairs to make him something proper to eat. She decided to make him sausage chips and egg. So turning on the chip pan she searched in the freezer for some sausages. Misty froze as she heard the footsteps of Gordon walking round upstairs and prayed he wasn’t coming downstairs for round two but the footsteps stopped, so she carried on with relief. Finding the sausage in the freezer, she stood looking at them in her hand. Slowly she squeezed them together, pretending it was Gordon’s face. Before she knew it she was spitting at each of the sausages, speaking to them like they were human.
