ASBO: A Novel of Extreme Terror by Wright Iain Rob

Author:Wright, Iain Rob [Wright, Iain Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-30T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

“You okay, man?” Frankie had moved over to rub Davie’s back while he continued to be sick.

Davie spat a wad of saliva onto the carpet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think so. Just came over me all of a sudden.”

“Must be the concussion,” Frankie suggested. “Don’t worry, though. He’s going to pay for what he did to you.”

Davie shook his head and looked up at his brother. “I just want to go. I feel rough. Need to go to bed. This bandage is on my head for a reason.”

Frankie examined him for several seconds then nodded. “Okay, Davie. We’ll get you home to rest.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Frankie smiled at him warmly. “Just as soon as I’m done here. I’m about to finish up anyway.”

Davie took some deep breaths and tried to calm his stomach before he spoke. “Finish up?”

Frankie leant closer and whispered in Davie’s ear. “Got to get rid of the witnesses.”

“No way,” said Davie. “You can’t be serious.” He leant forward and lowered his voice so that only Frankie could hear the question he was about to ask. “You’re not really going to kill anybody, are you?”

Frankie looked at Davie and nodded very slowly, very seriously. The cold cubes of ice that were his brother’s eyes chilled Davie to the bone. He finally realised that he no longer knew the person standing in front of him. Something had changed inside of Frankie when he went away – or was it that he came back with something missing?

What the hell happened to you in that youth home, Frankie? What the hell screwed you up this badly? You were never like this before. You were just my big brother and that was enough.

“I don’t want to kill anybody,” said Davie, tears forming in his eyes.

“You don’t have to, little bro. Leave it all up to me. Haven’t I always looked after you?”

Davie nodded. The urge to vomit was rising up from his guts and he fought hard to contain it.

“This is getting boring, Frankie. Let’s fuck something up.” It was Michelle. The sound of her voice was like a squealing pig to Davie’s ears. If someone really was about to die, Davie wished it could be her.

“Shut the hell up, you coked-up whore,” Davie shouted at her.

Michelle marched forward and grabbed a hold of Frankie’s arm. “You going to let the little wanker talk to me like that?”

Frankie shrugged away from her grasp and turned to Davie. He let out a short laugh but looked deadly serious. “You got to learn to play nice, man. That was out of line, you get me?”

“Is that it!” said Michelle, stamping her feet and waving her arms like an outraged cartoon character.

Frankie slapped Michelle hard across the face. It wasn’t enough to injure her but had enough force to knock her to the ground. “How many fucking times have I told you to leave it out, you skinny cunt?”

Michelle fell to the floor and cowered, raising her arms up to deflect any further blows.

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