Justyn was stuck in traffic from a wreck in Greenville, South Carolina and he knew he wasn't going to make it into Charlotte in time to go see Mr. Anderson. He would just stay in a cheap motel outside of Charlotte and see him first thing in the morning.
Then he remembered that he hadn't gone over to the Browns like he promised. He was at a dead stop at the moment and was able to reach into his briefcase and take out Mike's number. He got his cell phone and dialed the number just as the traffic started to move again.
"Hello?" Mike answered.
"Mike, Justyn. I'm not going to be able to come over today like I thought," Justyn said.
"What? We've been waiting for you here all day," Mike yelled, clearly agitated. "I thought you said that you were going to spend as much time on this case as possible?"
"I've been up since 4 o'clock this morning working on this case, Mr. Brown. I'm on my way to Charlotte as we speak to talk to the owner of the car from the tags that were thrown through your window last night. I'm working on my own time to do this and my boss is on my ass because he's worried about paying my expenses. So I would appreciate it if you didn't yell at me for doing my job," Justyn yelled back.
Mike was stunned. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you," Mike apologized.
Justyn's anger melted away and he didn't say anything for several seconds. "There's really not much I can tell you anyway. I was there when they towed Rob's car in. I'm almost certain that his insurance company will total it. I want to catch this son of a bitch as much as you do. I guess we're both not acting very well under pressure, are we Mike?" Justyn asked.
"No, I guess we aren't. Friends?" Mike asked.
"Sure. Until next time we fight, "Justyn kidded as he laughed into the phone.
"Agreed. Did you find anything when you saw Rob's car?" Mike asked.
"I don't know for sure. I found a plastic bottle that I'm sure is sugar water. And I got a sample of Rob's glass to have compared to the glass that was in the package thrown through your window. I have both in the police lab being tested. There isn't much else to go on," Justyn admitted.
"So all we can do is wait and see what this madman does next?" Mike asked.
"Look, I'm sorry. That's all you can do for now. We can't start stopping every driver of a green Jeep in Atlanta. I'll call in and get someone to run the pictures of all the Jeeps we have over to you in the morning. I'll be back late tomorrow night and I'll contact you then, OK?" Justyn asked.
"That would be a good idea. One more thing," Mike answered.
"What?" Justyn asked.
"Thanks," Mike added.
Justyn smiled as he finally saw the wreck off to the side and the traffic finally start to move at a fast pace. "No problem. I've got to go. I'm behind schedule and I have some time to catch up. That's one thing I enjoy about being a policeman. I can drive at any speed I want and don't have to worry," Justyn laughed.
"Are you in a police car?" Mike asked.
"No. I had to drive my own car. I wanted to drive it anyway. I don't get to drive it as much as I like," Justyn added.
"What kind of car" Mike asked.
"2000 Mustang GT convertible," Justyn answered.
"Buddy, we have to talk after all of this is over. You didn't get to see my 2000 Mustang Cobra. I have a few things I can recommend that will boost your horsepower at least 20 to 30," Mike said.
"No kidding? I might take you up on that. Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Justyn said.
"Bye," Mike said as he hung up.
Justyn hit the end call button on his phone and smiled. He and Mike had gotten off to a rough start, but maybe they could be friends after all. Mike was pretty good looking.
"Guys, that was Justyn. He's driving to Charlotte to talk to the owner of the North Carolina car tags. I think we need to go and talk to Rob's parents. Do you agree?" Mike asked.
"Do we have to tell them about Bri and me right now," Rob asked.
"That is your decision. All I want to tell them is what has been going on and that I think you should stay over here until Bill is caught. You guys have to tell them and you have to choose when," Mike answered.
"Thanks, Mike. This is all so new to me. I mean yesterday, I thought I was totally straight. I just can't talk to them about it right now. It's going to be bad enough to tell them about Bill and what we're facing," Rob answered.
"Actually, I think you're right," Mike said. "I think one big shock is enough for today. Come on guys. Let's get it over with," Mike answered.
"You'll watch out in case Bill is following us, won't you?" Brian asked nervously.
"Bri, I'll be watching my rear view mirror constantly until Bill is apprehended," Mike answered.
Bill was driving back to his new apartment in his new Firebird Trams Am WS-6 Ram Air. He knew he hadn't gotten the best deal he could have in the trade, but he just couldn't make himself go through the long, drawn out process of haggling back and forth. Every time the salesman came back with a big smile on his face, telling Bill they really couldn't cut but another hundred dollars off the purchase price, Bill wanted to walk him out to his Jeep, get his knife out of the back of it, and slit the salesman's neck from ear to ear. But he knew he couldn't do that in the middle of a new car lot, so he just bit his lip and took the deal.
At least he had a car he knew he could blow the piss yellow Mustang off the road if he ever got that chance again. And money really didn't mean much to Bill. He had lots more than he would ever live to spend.
He had gotten almost half a million dollars after he had set the fire that burned down his old home with his parents inside. His Ranger training had made it where arson was never considered.
He didn't feel anything as he watched the fire consume his old house. His parents should have listened to him when he told them about all of his secrets when he was a kid. Instead, they had turned their back on him and had sided with the Church, which was their life.
So, they had paid for siding with the Priest instead of him. Everyone who went against him paid for it eventually.
Bill started to think about himself as a boy and how everything had started to go wrong as he drove down the highway. It seemed both like yesterday and also a million years ago.
Bill was a good looking, dark haired, brown eyed boy when he was first selected to be an alter boy in his Catholic Church. His parents had been so pleased, lots more than they ever had when he brought home his report card with almost all A's. They had never made much of a fuss over that. That was expected. Altar boy was something special.
The abuse started almost immediately. Father Dan had asked him to come in to teach him his new duties and Bill went gladly. He really liked Father Dan. He rode his bike over as fast as he could on the day he was supposed to go for the first time.
Father Dan showed him everything he was supposed to do that day and then told him that he wanted him to come to his private quarters inside the church to hear his confessional. Bill was excited to be able to see where Father Dan lived.
Father Dan asked him to remove his shoes and socks as they entered, and he did the same. He said that he didn't want any excess mud or dirt tracking through his apartment. That made sense to Bill.
He offered Bill a soda and Bill took it gratefully. He was really thirsty after all the things he had been forced to memorize earlier.
Father Dan gave him a tour of his small apartment, including a small alter in his bedroom that had a statue of Jesus above it.
"Bill, I want all my alter boys to have a special relationship with Jesus. I want you to pray to him just like Adam and Eve prayed to God before they first sinned. I want my alter boys to be totally free of sin. Do you understand?" Father Dan asked.
"No sir, I don't think so," Bill answered.
"You have to come to Jesus totally willing to humble yourself in front of him. You have to be willing to do anything to be totally cleansed of your sins. Are you willing to do that?" Father Dan asked.
"Yes sir. I'll do anything you say," Bill said.
Father Dan got a small smile on his face when Bill said that. "Well Bill, you must pray to Jesus like you are totally without sin. Just like Adam and Eve were to start with before they sinned. We'll do your weekly confessional here the same way from now on. Do you understand?"
"No sir. What do you want me to do?" Bill asked.
"I want you to kneel down beside me just like Adam and Eve were in paradise. Totally naked and totally innocent. Jesus will give you a special blessing for humbling yourself in front of him," Father Dan answered.
Bill's eyes went wide. "Naked?" he asked.
"Yes, son. I know it will be embarrassing at first, but you'll get used to it. Don't worry about me. All of my alter boys do the same thing. Think about it as your offering to Jesus. You do want all your sins washed away, don't you?" Father Dan asked.
"Yes sir," Bill answered.
"Then this is what you have to do to be pure of heart and pure of spirit. Come over here, Bill, and I'll help you," Father Dan said.
Bill didn't have a choice. He walked over like he was in a dream and stood in front of Father Dan.
"Lift your arms," he said, as he pulled up Bill's t-shirt over his head. Bill did as he was asked, and Father Dan laid it on the bed next to where he was sitting.
Father Dan reached for the front of Bill's pants, and Bill just tried to think of other things. This was like going to the doctor's office, he thought. The doctor did the same thing. He took off all of your clothes when you had to have a physical and it was over with quickly.
Father Dan quickly took off Bill's shorts, unveiling his white jockey shorts, and then soon pulled them down too. "Knell over here beside me, Bill," Father Dan said.
Father Dan said a long prayer, heard Bill's confession, and then it was over. Bill wanted to get dressed again as soon as possible, but Father Dan had sat down on his sofa and said, "You did really good for your first time, Bill. Come sit next to me here for a few minutes, OK?"
"Can I get dressed first?" Bill asked.
"No, I want you to get comfortable about being naked around me. It'll make all your other confessions that much easier.
So Bill obediently sat down next to Father Dan on the sofa. He was still nervous about being naked in front of Father Dan, but he didn't really have a choice.
Father Dan first put his arm around Bill's naked shoulders and Bill hadn't really minded that. But he jumped when Father Dan's hand landed on his right thigh. Father Dan kept looking him in the eye as he talked to him, but he started rubbing higher and higher up his leg.
Bill tried to think about anything but what was happening, but he got hard when Father Dan's hand started to rub his penis and balls. Before he knew it, he was lying on the coach and Father Dan had his hard penis in his mouth. Bill came for the first time that afternoon.
From that point on, his weekly "confession" always started out the same. Father Dan would just pull him to him and start undressing him. Bill tried to tell him that he didn't like that, but Father Dan wouldn't listen. He always had some excuse why it had to happen this way.
By the fifth week, Father Dan had explained that he wanted to try something new. That was the first time Father Dan had ever removed his clothes too. And when he inserted his large hard dick into Bill's small rectum, that was the most pain Bill had ever felt in his life.
This went on for the next two years, almost weekly. Bill wasn't even getting off any more. Father Dan had seemed to lose interest in his body when he had finished going through puberty. The routine now was Father Dan undressing him, laying him over the arm of the sofa, and Father Dan climbing on behind him to have his fun.
Bill had finally had enough of this and one day stopped him from unbuckling his belt.
"I'm not going to let you do this anymore," Bill yelled.
"What's wrong, Bill?" Father Dan had asked.
"I'm tired of you using me this way. I'm going to tell my parents what you've been doing," Bill said, as he got the rest of his clothes and ran out of Father Dan's apartment.
By the time Bill had gotten home, his mother was waiting for him. "What'd you say to Father Dan?" she yelled.
"What?" Bill asked, confused.
"He called after you cussed him out for trying to talk to you about your grades. He told me all about it," she fumed. "How could you do that to a Priest?"
"Mom, he's lying. He's been fucking me for years," Bill yelled.
His Mom slapped him across his face. "Don't you dare lie to me. Don't you dare try to bring Father Dan into your problems. Your Dad and I both know that you have problems inside your head. Father Dan has kept us up to date on them all along. We know he's been helping you get rid of all your sinful feelings. He told us that you would deny everything that he has been talking to you about for years. Do you know that he has been talking about replacing you as an alter boy? Do you know how that will make us look to all our neighbors?"
"Mom, I'm telling then truth, He's lying, not me," Bill yelled.
His Mom replied with another smack to his face.
That night, his Dad came home and talked to him for a few minutes. He didn't slap him like his Mom. He did something worse. He pulled Bill's pants and underwear down like Father Dan did, but he didn't fuck him. He gave him a very long and very painful beating with his belt. And Bill's life changed right there. He became a new man at 14.
If no one was going to help him, he was going to help himself. And he was going to start with Father Dan.
Then, everyone else.
To Be Continued
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