Desolation Row

“I’m sorry”

Jane looked up from the ground; her bloodshot eyes gazing over to Patrick as she sat huddled together on the cold, stony floor. Patrick sighed, running a hand through his hair as he locked eyes with her. “I’m sorry Jane. I’m sorry I left you and let sick fuck do that to you. I’m so, so sorry that you had to go through all that on your own I never should have let that happen to you” Patrick said quietly, his lip trembling as he took her hand. A thin smile crept upon her face as she moved closer, wrapping her arms around him. Patrick flinched for a second, unsure of what to do before hugging her back.

“I never truly blamed you this” She replied softly, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes as she stroked his cheek. She stood up, brushing the dirt off her jeans as she made her way towards the door. “But as for the others, well, I can’t say I’ll ever forgive them” She added, her voice cold as she stood in the centre of the room, glancing back at a fearful Patrick with a sinister smile. Patrick jumped to his feet. “NO Jane please you can’t...” He cried. Jane raised her hands, shaking her head.”They took you away from me, they made you leave me that day and as for Gerard... I won’t let them stand in the way anymore” She growled, her hands curling into fists as she stormed out of the cell and slamming the door shut behind her; silencing Patrick’s screams.

*****
Jane ran her fingers down the cold metal of the truncheon, staring up at Frank with a menacing smile as he hung lifelessly from the ceiling. “Leave him alone you bitch!” Gerard roared, struggling in his chains, desperately trying to save the man he loved. Pete hung there, closing his eyes as he spoke calmly to Jane. He had lost the will to fight. His body, bruised and beaten by the endless torture that she forced him to endure had taken its toll. He didn’t care about himself anymore. Maybe she was right; maybe he was the reason for her coming after them. Maybe he was the reason Patrick had decided to kiss Frank that day; and god did he get it bad that day. But he couldn’t let her do this to them. He couldn’t watch her mercilessly beat his friend to death; even if he had been an arse. “Frank hasn’t done anything to you Jane, will you please, just let him go” He requested, struggling to remain calm as he watched her lift his friends head with the weapon, laughing in his face while she cuffed his hair. “Oh Pete I think we both know that’s a lie” She said sweetly, not taking her eyes off Frank as swung the truncheon as his cheek, smacking it against his face.

Frank’s head whipped to the side, an excruciating pain flashed down the side of his face as he finally regained consciousness; a metallic taste filling his mouth. Gerard was shouting in the background but he couldn’t hear what he was saying; everything was blurred and his head was killing him. He spat out Jane, blood running down his chin. She laughed again, wiping the tears from her eyes as she looked him up and down. God he looks awful she thought to herself as her eyes studied the large bruises that tarnish his torso. She kicked out at him, hitting him in the stomach which made him scream. She did it again. And again. Relishing every cry and every plead to stop. She loved this. This felt right.“You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore! Get the fuck away from him!” Gerard screamed, still struggling to escape; tears filling his eyes as Frank cried out in agony. Suddenly Jane stopped, striding towards Gerard and stood inches away from his face. “And what makes you so fucking different?” She sneered, beckoning at the large, fading bruises on Frank’s chest. He hung his head in shame, she was right; he wasn’t any different.

Jane threw the weapon aside, it hit against the wall sending a loud bang through the cell. She ran her fingers through her hair, pacing up and down the cell as she reached into her jacket; pulling out a revolver. Pete and Gerard hung there in silence, watching her cautiously as she pressed the gun to her lips; her mind ticking away at what to do next. “You remember what happened that day don’t you Gee?” She said, refusing to look at any of them as she continued to walk up and down the cell. Gerard cleared his throat, unsure of what to say. In a matter of seconds, he suddenly found her up close to him again, pressing the gun against his head. “You do remember don’t you?” She asked her voice childish and innocent as she locked eyes with him. He closed his eyes. He didn’t want to relive that night, not again. He just couldn’t. She smirked, turning on her heel as she continued to wander around.

“Did any of you know that Gerard was a coward? Ha well of course you did Frank” She said gleefully, turning the gun over in her hands. Pete glanced over at his friend who was staring at the floor. “Oh I wouldn’t bother Pete, he’s “too hurt and emotional to talk about it” She added, mimicking an upset voice as she spoke. “What are you talking about?” Pete asked. She sighed, placing her hands on her hips as she stood before the three boys. “That pathetic excuse of human being is a coward. A good for nothing cunt” She replied sternly, beckoning at Gerard with the gun. Pete looked between her and his friend, unsure of what to think. He knew about the problems with Gerard and Frank but what had he done that was so bad it had come down to a freeing basement and a gun? “You know what happened? Huh? Well, seeing as you didn’t stick around to help I’ll fill you in. I was raped. His fucking father attacked me and Gerard saw. He fucking knew and he just left me there.” She growled, watching Gerard’s face crumple as she spoke.

“Oh but that’s not all Gee, oh god know. You see, I had a little boy. I had this tiny little baby boy and for nine months I carried him and looked after him. He was mine. He was my baby. But...your dad had fucked me up” She said, tapping her head as her voice began to break; her lip trembling as she fought back the tears. “I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I didn’t even get to see his face. They put me out and took him away from me” She added, a tear crawling down her face. She quickly wiped it away, silence filled the air as Pete stared horrified at Gerard who was now silently crying to himself.

“Why do you think they were in the park that night Jane?” Frank croaked, painfully lifting his head to face her. She stared at him, startled by his comment. “I...I don’t understand” She stammered, this wasn’t she was expecting at all. Frank scoffed at her, shaking his head. “You think you’re the only that prick had his way with?” He replied, a loud cough quickly spluttered from his lips as soon as he spoke; drops of blood flying from his mouth. Jane stood there, opening her mouth to speak but found that no words could come out. All this time she had hated him for leaving her, all this time she thought he was just letting him get away with it. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he wasn’t to blame.

She shook these thoughts aside, the sinister look returning to her face as she quickly looked back at Gerard. “You forced me to give up my baby and now, I’ll force you to get rid of someone you love” She said calmly. Jane stepped before him, reaching into her back pocket for the keys to unlock his chains but found them to be empty. She looked wildly around the room, trying to see if she had dropped them anywhere but found nothing.

The door to the cell flung open, sending a thick layer of dust across the room. Jane shielded her eyes trying to see what had opened the door before a dark figure quickly moved inside, running towards her. “Surprise bitch!” Patrick yelled as he appeared out of the dust, hitting her around the head with a pipe, knocking her out cold. He glanced up at Pete, a loving smile formed upon his face as he rushed to free them all. “Quick we don’t have much time” He said, freeing Pete and Gerard. “Hello stranger” Pete said, forgetting about the things that she had said, forgetting about the kiss and the stupid rows. None of it mattered anymore. Patrick smiled, throwing his arms around Pete’s neck and kissed him. Gerard snatched the keys off him, undoing Frank’s chains and letting him collapse in his arms. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you” He reassured, hoisting his boyfriend up and beginning to move him out of the cell. “Guys move now” Gerard yelled as he hauled his boyfriend into the corridor. Pete ran to help him, placing Frank’s arm around his shoulders and held him up.

The four boys made their way down the corridor and through the building, relieved to have finally escaped her clutches. Thankful that they were finally safe.

Blissfully unaware...

...that one of them was about die...

Notes

Which of the boys will be next to die? find out soon!

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