The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Chapter 14
Nohea
It was late afternoon, and we were enjoying having Triston home from the hospital. We had all been at the house since early afternoon that Wednesday. Pietro, Triston and I hung out in his room for a while, then Jack came by once 4:00 P.M. came around. At that point, Pietro and I excused ourselves to return to our own room. Alex and Aiden would be by later that evening to join us for dinner, and it would be really nice to see them.
Once back in our room, Pietro hugged me hard, and held on like that for a long moment. I melted into him, and feeling his arms around me was a true joy! I was so glad that everything was behind us, and I never wanted to experience anything like what we went through, not ever again!
"I'm so glad you were by my side through all this," I said, looking deep into Pietro's eyes. "Having you with me made things a little easier to get through. Thank you for that. I don't know how I can ever repay you."
"You don't have to repay me at all, other than to just continue being by my side through everything good and bad," Pietro answered.
We went over to the bed, and I sat down snuggling into Pietro's embrace.
"I'll be with you for always for both good and bad times," I responded. "I promise you that. Do you think you'll be able to stay with me tonight? I don't think I can be without you. I need to feel your arms around me, and feel your warm body against mine."
Pietro checked with his parents, and I with our dad. It didn't take long for them to agree to it. They let us know that we could go back to school on Friday, and I was glad that we would have that Wednesday evening and the next day just to relax and enjoy everyone's company!
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When Jack and Triston returned to their own room, they hugged for a long moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed. Jack gently helped Triston off with his shirt, and he looked closely at the sutured incision from the surgeon's blade. He was glad to see that it wasn't swollen nor red. Jack then leaned in kissing Triston tenderly on his lips. Triston just as gently returned the kiss, and soon Jack's shirt was off. The two boys then situated themselves so that they were lying full-length on the bed. They lay in one another's arms with their foreheads touching gazing lovingly into one another's eyes for several moments.
After another moment, Triston broke the eye contact, then got his device. He sat up so the device could rest on his lap, and he typed for a moment.
"It's been really nice having you here with me through all this," he said. "Thank you so much! I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here. I love you Jack. I love you more than anything! I don't want anyone else but you!"
Jack smiled, then replied.
"I want you too, and not anyone else," he said. "I love you too, and my love gets deeper and deeper for you every day. I was so afraid I'd lose you."
"I know what you mean, and I was really afraid I wouldn't make it," Triston answered. "You're not going to lose me, and I want us to be together forever. Besides, I especially want us to be there for each other when I'm completely recovered. I've been thinking a lot about you and I taking things to another level between us. I mean, as far as things that are meant to be behind our bedroom door."
"You mean like sex?" Jack asked feeling his heart speed up slightly.
"Yeah, what would you think about that?" Triston asked. "I don't mean like going all the way, like actual fucking. I mean stuff like us jacking off together and sucking each other off."
Jack smiled, and made an excited as well as happy sound.
"That sounds like that would be really amazing!" he said. "I'd love to taste everything between your legs sometime."
"I'd love to do the same to you too," Triston responded.
They put their devices on Triston's bedside table, then turned to face each other. They kissed for a few minutes as well as caressed one another's upper bodies. Eventually though, Triston rested his head on Jack's chest and they lay like that for a while until it was time for dinner.
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Mark Harris exited the police station totally enraged! When he fired the shot that injured Triston, he was told to immediately report to the Chief's office that Friday evening. They took a statement from him, then he waited over the weekend and the last couple of days. Finally, that Wednesday afternoon, he was called in, at which point he was informed that he was being suspended for 60 days without pay while Internal Affairs investigated. He yelled at the Chief that this was Bullshit, but no one backed down. That was the point at which Harris stormed out of the office, and out of the station to return to his house. First though, Harris was going to the bar to have a drink, maybe several. He was definitely in the mood for it!
Once he left the bar, he returned home, then spent the next day packing to leave town. Hopefully things would be back to normal for him when he returned to Sangger. He figured he'd spend the rest of that week, as well as the following week at his cabin deep in the mountains outside the city of Sangger. He smiled at that thought, glad to have a plan now!
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David Swanson put his second cell phone down on his desk. Everyone had finished dinner that Wednesday evening, and when the boys all went back to Nohea's room to hang out once finished, David came into his office. He immediately got on his second cell phone, the one on which he communicated with the organization. He got connected with Collin and Derrick. After filling them in on everything regarding Harris, he made sure they had all the details.
"So, you know what to do right?" David asked.
Once Collin responded that they had everything under control, David hung up, and it was at that point he placed his phone on the desk. He would wait for them to call him back and confirm that everything would be ready soon.
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Collin Harper and Derrick Taylor drove along until they reached their destination. Soon Collin slowed and stopped in front of a white building. The building from the outside looked hardly impressive, but when you went inside, that's when things got serious. Entering the building now, Collin went down in an elevator to the basement floor where much of their weaponry was stored. He got off the elevator once it arrived, then after walking down to the third door on the right of a long hallway, he went in the room.
"How did it go?" Collin asked once Derrick was back in the van.
"It went good," Derrick replied.
After their van was parked out of view of everyone, Derrick and Collin exited the vehicle. They had tracked Garnet and Smith to a restaurant in a less than safe area of Sangger. As they stood there watching, they saw the two officers exit the establishment. Derrick raised the umbrella as he walked quickly as if struggling to keep his balance.
He made contact with Garnet, and hit him with the tip of the umbrella.
"Hey, watch where the damn hell you're going!" Garnet yelled as he moved his bumped arm, then rubbed at it.
"Oh, so sorry," Derrick said faking an extremely intoxicated quality to his voice. Smith was completely unharmed as he got in his car, and drove away. His surprise would be waiting at home though.
Derrick turned as Garnet got in his own car, still cussing under his breath as he started it up, backing out of the parking space hard enough to burn rubber.
"Enjoy your trip to Hell," Derrick thought with that hateful smile coming to his lips once again.
Once back in the van, Derrick checked the umbrella and then put it in the back.
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As Officer Smith arrived home, he wondered what the hell that drunk's problem was running into Garnet like that. It didn't matter though. All Smith wanted to do was get home and get some left-overs. He had watched as Garnet had eaten at the restaurant. Smith had his mind set on left-over cheese burgers he had back at the house. He had them left over from the night before, so they were still in perfect condition, or were they?
Once the burgers were on his plate, Smith ate quickly. He didn't even bother to heat them up, aside from a little under a minute in the microwave. He was really hungry, and he began eating them quickly.
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The deadly heavy metal rushed throughout Smith's system as he continued ingesting the contaminated meat. Completely unbeknownst to him, two other guys from David's team snuck into his house the night before when Smith had been called out suddenly. Once they made sure he was gone, they added the heavy metal known as thallium to the meat. After making sure that it was added so that it couldn't be detected they arranged everything like it had been before, then exited the house, locking the door behind them.
The toxin rushed throughout Smith's body, beginning to contaminate every organ system, as well as doing damage to the nerve endings in both his hands and feet. It was also depositing into his brain, and the dose was enough so that Smith would be in pure agony over the next several hours, and it would only get worse from there.
Hours later, Smith awoke with severe burning sensations in his hands and feet. Walking was almost impossible, and he was soon hit with the most intense nausea he had ever experienced in his life. He stumbled into the restroom, and exploded vomit into the toilet. He was just barely able to get on to the toilet before he began having extremely painful stomach cramps and explosive diarrhea. Over the next several hours, Smith would go in and out of consciousness, and the burning pain in his hands and feet soon felt like they were being held over a flame! He moaned in pain, and soon threw up several more times.
Now as the first day passed, he was near death, and as he struggled to lift the phone, he was just barely able to hit 9, then 1 and at that point he dropped the phone, and fell off the bed. He lay there as the pain got even more horrible, and now he was having the usual hallucinations one can experience with extreme Thallium Poisoning.
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Officer Garnet struggled to stand that Thursday afternoon. He started feeling sick the night before when he arrived home. He noticed that the place where that Asshole bumped him with the umbrella had really started to hurt as he continued driving home. There must have been a sharp area at the tip of it. Whatever it was, he noticed how painful it got as the hours went by. He also noticed the nausea slowly coming over him as midnight came, then 1:00 A.M. and 2:00 A.M. was when it got worse.
As Thursday night came, Garnet was suffering his 20TH vomiting spell, and it was making his body ache all over. Now at almost 10:00 P.M., he stumbled back into his bedroom where the phone was ringing. He picked it up seeing that it was a private number.
"What," he said barely able to get out the word.
"How are you feeling Officer Garnet?" a voice he thought he recognized asked. "Are you feeling alright?"
"What!" Garnet said beginning to get a little strength back in his voice. "Who is this!"
"It's David Swanson, Nohea and Triston's father," David said from his secret phone which was untraceable. "Again, how are you feeling?"
"I feel like fucking shit!" Garnet said as he felt his stomach seize up in the most painful cramp he had ever felt in his entire life.
"Really?" David asked and Garnet thought he detected a sarcastic and hateful note in the man's voice. "What else?"
"I've been throwing up all day, and I've been shitting blood," Garnet said desperately hoping the cramp would pass. "This is the worst fucking stomach bug I've ever had in my fucking life!"
"Stomach bug you say?" David asked and Garnet was sure he could hear a mocking contempt in his voice.
"I'm sure that's what it is," Garnet responded.
"Sure, and you'll be over it in about 24 hours, right?" David asked and now Garnet could hear barely suppressed laughter in David's voice.
"I hope so!" Garnet answered.
"I can tell you for a fact that that's not going to happen," David said laughing hatefully now. "You'll be dead in possibly 36 if not 48 hours."
"What!" Garnet yelled, as he felt the nausea falling upon him once again. "What the fuck are you talking about!"
"You don't have a stomach bug," David said. "Let me ask you this, did you have a little run-in with someone last night when coming out of the restaurant you and Little Tubby were at?"
Cold terror began to seize Garnet in addition to the nausea and stomach cramps. A terrible understanding began to take hold in his feverish mind.
"No!" he gasped, then screamed the word as the terror increased.
"That run-in you had last night was no fucking accident," David said, voice darkening with rage and hate. "I work with a secret organization who takes care of pieces of shit like you who abuse their power. That little performance you were a part of last night was thanks to two of the men who work in my group. You were hit with an umbrella that had a pellet that contains a dose of the poison known as Risen.
Too bad you're too busy shitting and puking up blood, you could look up the George Markov Case from 1978. The poor thing died in a similar way, but he was poked in the ass with a similar umbrella device. He died almost three days later, and from what sources have said, his death was horrible, and probably extremely painful. Don't worry, no one will find your body and be able to find the Risen. We'll take care of that. If you're wondering why we went to so much trouble, think back to this past Friday. You wanted to go after my family to cover up Mark Harris and his attempted murder of my son! You wanted to hurt my sons and scape-goat them for what you pigs did. Harris for what he did, and you guys for attempting to cover it up. Well, we've fixed you. Smith is having fun rocking out to some Heavy Metal, and I'm not fucking talking about Black Sabith, Iron Maden or Celtic Frost. No, he's probably lying on his bedroom or bathroom floor, suffering through the symptoms of Thallium poisoning."
"What about Harris?" Garnet asked.
"We have something extra special in mind for him," David answered. "Don't worry about that. Now I have to go. I hope all three of you enjoy yourselves, down in the deepest fires of Hell that is!"
The line went dead, and Garnet was over-come with terror, panic and his increasing symptoms. He continued to throw up and soon he could feel himself growing weak. Finally, he fell to the floor, and as he began vomiting once again, he began feeling the pain as he started choaking on his own stomach contents. He struggled to clear his airway, but nothing helped. Garnet began seizing hard, and after about ten minutes his heart slowed then stopped. He was now dead as he lay in a river of clotted bloody shit.
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Nohea
The rest of that week was going well. It was now Thursday evening, and Triston and I were finishing up with me helping him with his shower. As I waited for him to finish drying off, I thought back to the night before when Pietro and I lay in bed cuddled up together. We exchanged a few kisses, caressed each other and just talked about how nice it was to be with each other like that. We fell asleep shortly after that, and for today, we spent time with Triston, and he stayed with us in our room for almost the whole day.
Though Triston was happy, and glad to be home. I could tell that there was a change within him. He didn't have me chase him that night when it came time for his shower, but just went right in and got everything done. I hoped that he was going to be alright. At that point, I came out of my thoughts when Triston made a vocal sound as if to get my attention. I felt the towel as he draped it over my arm, and I hung it up. Once Triston got his boxers, shorts and shirt on, I waited to see if he was going back to his room. Rather than do that, he followed me to my room, and sat down on the edge of my bed.
I joined him, and he cuddled up to me as I held him. We just sat there like that, then we watched a few music videos which got him a little more out of himself than he had been. Eventually though, it was almost 10:00 P.M., and I called Pietro to say good night to him. We said we loved each other, and I then said good night to our dad.
After we all said good night to Triston, Dad and I hugged for a long moment. Once back in my own room, I got in bed after the lights were off. I turned on my side, and was soon drifting off to sleep. As I felt myself almost asleep, I thought I heard my door open, then I began drifting off again.
I was then brought back when I felt movement on the edge of my bed. It was Triston, and he was pulling at the covers. Turning to face him, I had him move so I could get the covers out of the way.
"Did you have a bad dream?" I asked.
He gave me two taps like how Pietro would when we first began communicating with one another.
"Are you feeling safe?" I asked.
Two taps.
I moved further towards the wall, and Triston immediately got under the covers with me. I took him in my arms, and rubbed his soft back up and down. He was shaking, and he was holding on to me tightly.
"It's alright Triston," I said kissing the top of his head. "I'm here, and Dad is here at home with us. You're safe, and we're not ever going to let anyone hurt you not ever again. It's going to be alright."
He calmed down a little, then loosened his grip as he relaxed. He still had his arms around me, but was beginning to calm down even more. Eventually though, he turned on to his right side back to me. I held him as he wrapped his arms around mine that were holding him.
Soon he was asleep, and I lay there continuing to hold him, wanting him to know he was safe and protected. I also thought about how horrible it was what Mark Harris did to him. It was disgusting, and I never wanted to deal with anyone like that creep ever again! Soon though, I too fell asleep, and fortunately, there weren't any nightmares to deal with.
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David went to bed an hour later. He had been in his study checking his organization phone for any texts, voicemails or E-mails. There weren't any, so he locked it away for the night. After checking the house to make sure it was locked up and secure, he went upstairs.
Looking in Triston's room, he was panicked for a moment when he saw the bed empty. He then checked Nohea's room and saw Triston snuggled in Nohea's embrace. They were both asleep, and David figured that Triston either had a nightmare, or just didn't want to be alone that night.
That thought was immediately followed by the feeling of love he had for Nohea that he allowed Triston to sleep with him that evening. David knew how much of a kind and loving person Nohea was, and what he was seeing at that moment certainly proved it. Walking into the room, he leaned over as quietly as he could gently kissing Nohea's cheek, then Triston's before walking out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Entering his own room, David used the restroom, brushed his teeth then got into bed where he fell asleep instantly.
Author's Notes
There you have it, two of the three creeps dealt with. I had something completely different in mind for Harris, but decided to change things up for him. Given that he was the one at the root of the harm against Nohea and Triston, I felt he deserved the most punishment. I'll be dealing with him in the next chapter. I hope you like how that turns out.
Also in the next chapter, things will start getting back to normal for the boys, though they'll have some psychological issues to get through, specifically Nohea and Triston even more so. I hope you all like how I handle that. All that being said, I hope you're all having a good evening. I'll see everyone in Chapter 15.