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Another heart-sickening confession is made...and life just isn't fair..........
“Matt, take the chair away from the door,” Chris said, trying the handle again.
His request was once again ignored.
“Come on Matthew, please.”
“No,” came the muffled reply.
“If you don’t stop this I swear I’ll kick this door until it comes off its hinges.”
“Suit yourself.”
Chris let out a growl and turned to Dominic.
“I’ve been trying for an hour. I’m going to strangle that bastard’s QC. Donnie must have told him that Matt does talk. He’s stressed to hell now.”
Dominic put a hand on Chris’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you go and get a screwdriver, and I’ll give it a go.”
Chris nodded, “They know he’ll go to pieces in that box.”
“Chris, just go and get the screwdriver.”
Dominic sighed…things were getting complicated again.
The trial was only two weeks away and Donnie’s’ defence team had thrown a huge grenade and had requested, no demanded that Matthew physically stand in the witness box and give evidence.
At this very moment, Mister Wolstenholme and the prosecution were meeting with the defence and the presiding judge, in an attempt to stop what would be a very traumatic ordeal for Matthew.
He knocked on the door, not expecting a reply when he said.
“Matthew, you can’t just hide from this.”
He could hear movement and knew exactly what was occurring behind the locked door.
“You know the window is alarmed now. Just take the chair away from the door. You don’t have to unlock it.”
“Yeah, right,” the reply came.
“Well, you have a choice. Either you unlock this door, or Chris will take the door off, and he’s not exactly a happy bunny.”
Seconds later he heard something being dragged; the chair. Would Matthew unlock the door as well?
He heard the door downstairs; Chris was coming back.
“Matthew, please unlock the door. We have to talk about this.”
The sound of the lock turning was a relief. He looked round as Chris appeared and he held up his hand.
He opened the door, “Matthew?”
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Matthew was sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed. He had his arms wrapped round drawn up knees; head resting on them.
“I c-can’t….d-don’t let t-them m-make me,” he stammered.
Dominic crossed the floor and sat next to him.
“Your dad is trying to stop that now, but you may have to.”
“I-I w-won’t do it.”
“Matthew, you may have to.”
Matthew shook his head.
“You know Donnie could walk if you don’t.”
“B-but I w-wrote it a-all down.”
“I know, but the prosecution want to hear you say it.”
“I c-can’t face h-him.”
“I understand,” Dominic said.
Matthew looked up and Dominic could see that he had been crying.
“No, y-you d-don’t…I t-thought…”
Matthew broke off then and tears began to fall.
Dominic took a breath before speaking.
“You thought he cared for you, because he brought you clothes and let you stay in his penthouse?”
Matthew nodded.
“H-he s-sold me D-dominic, to Alexi D-dematrov.”
“Another pimp?” Dominic asked.
He looked a Chris, who looked shocked; he hadn’t known that, and Dominic only knew that he’d been sold but not to who and why.
“W-worse, Alexi m-makes porn…”
Matthew stopped again, but it looked like he wanted to say something else.
Dominic was about to say something when Chris finally moved and sat in front of Matthew.
“Go on, you tell us,” he said softly.
Matthew shook his head.
Chris moved closer, until his feet were touching Matthew’s.
“Matt, you can trust us. What you say won’t go any further than this room.”
He looked at Dominic, who nodded.
Matthew still seemed to hesitate.
“Would you have been forced into taking part?”
Matthew nodded, then said.
“S’not new….I-I’ve done i-it before…f-for money.”
To his credit, Chris manage to keep the anger out of his voice; that kind of confession would floor anyone.
“Alexi is a s-sick bastard…h-he makes h-hardcore, f-fetish…b-bad s-stuff.”
Matthew stopped again and Dominic once more had that sinking feeling…something awful was about to be said.
“He m-makes s-snuff movies.”
It took a few seconds for both men to process the words.
Chris paled and Dominic took in a sharp breath.
“Oh Christ…no, no,” Chris said, breathing hard
Then Matthew said something that the made Chris pale even more and Dominic blink.
S’okay…a-at l-least I’d be d-dead, a-and not a p-problem anymore.”
When Chris spoke again, he couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice.
“You’d rather die in some sick movie than live.”
Matthew let out a small whimper at the anger radiating from Chris.
“S-see, you’re m-mad at m-me. I-I should h-have shut m-my m-mouth instead of m-making t-that c-call. D-death is b-better than t-this shitty l-life.”
Chris suddenly moved and enveloped Matthew in a hug.
“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad that you even think it’s better than living. Jesus Matt, you’re my kid brother, I’d never want you to die, never.”
Dominic moved away as Matthew broke down in Chris’s arm. His phone rang and he walked out of the bedroom.
“What…that’s not right…oh crap…okay…yeah, I’ll tell them.”
He walked back in, swearing to himself; life couldn’t get any crappier.
Both Matthew and Chris looked at him.
“That was your dad, the judge went with the defence. Matthew has to testify in person.”