The Broken II: Tainted Trail

by A. L. Frances

  “Erm, yeah, sure, it’s Evelyn Honey.” Someone shouts Lewis’s name in the background. “Nan, look, I’ve gotta go back to the lads. Hope that helps.”

  “More than you’ll ever know, my dear. Love you. Have a great night.” Mission accomplished and much easier than anticipated.

  “Thanks, Nan, love ya.”

  Ending the call, Dorothy instantly types Evelyn Honey into the search bar. She hits enter and waits for the results to come in…

  On his way out of the toilet cubicle Lewis is met by Ben. Smiling, Ben says, “Come on, bro, you’re gonna miss the best bit.”

  Scratching his head slightly, as though something doesn’t feel right, Lewis puts his phone inside his trouser pocket and says, “Yeah, sorry bro, I’m coming now.”

  “Is everything okay, bro?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. Just me Nan being random.”

  “Sweet, let’s go.”

  Heading out of the toilets and through the crowd, the lads stagger back towards the group. They’re all standing in a huddle in the same spot where Lewis left them, grinding in time with the beat of the music. Blending back in, Lewis and Ben shake their shoulders and smile at one another. They’ve each got a girl by their side. The usual suspects, Eve, Renato, Isaiah and Elijah, are there, and the group has joined ranks with some other friends. Also dancing in the circle are Laila, Alissa, Olivia, Izzy, Kaci and Joshua. They each have a drink in their hand and are enjoying the evening. The oversized bunch of excitable youths bounce up and down together, taking up a large section of the dance floor. Ben has found his way over to Kaci. Tall, curvy, beautiful and rebellious, Kaci has glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and long red hair. Kaci’s parents have allowed her to bring a small bottle of vodka, which she has managed to sneak into the club inside her bag. She’s slightly drunk, but she’s having the time of her life with Ben.

  Laila and Alissa are identical twins. They’ve joined ranks with the twin boys of the group, Isaiah and Elijah. These gorgeous dark-skinned girls are unique. Yes, they might look the same, but their personalities are far from similar. Dancing with Elijah, Alissa sips her cola, keeping her dancing with Elijah clean fun. Laila, on the other hand, is grinding all over Isaiah. She’s drinking cola with vodka and she can’t help but kiss the boy she likes, even though she knows if her dad finds out he will kill her. Tapping her sister on the shoulder, Alissa says, “Laila, dad will kill you if he finds out, stop it!”

  Laughing, Laila replies, “Ha, well I might as well carry on, then, because it’s only gonna be you who tells him.”

  “No, I won’t,” Alissa responds. Appearing annoyed, she shouts back, “Fine, do what you want, see if I care. He’ll find out anyway when he picks us up and you’re wasted.”

  “Yeah, but he won’t know about Isaiah unless you tell him, which I know you will.”

  “I just said I won’t.”

  “You promise?”

  “I twin swear, I won’t say anything to dad.”

  “Or mum?”

  “Yes, or mum.”

  “Aw, thanks, sis.”

  Kaci dances her way over. Raising her voice so she can be heard over the music, she shouts, “You okay, girls?”

  Smiling at her, Laila says, “We’re all good, girl. Now let’s see you shake that beautiful sassy booty of yours.”

  On the other side of the circle, Renato, Oliva, Joshua and Izzy are all dancing. They’re drinking and enjoying the music. These four couldn’t give a hoot right now about getting off with the opposite sex. Their favourite song has just hit the speakers and they’re showcasing their best dirty grime moves.

  Sweating and, grinding upon Lewis’s body, Eve shouts in his ear, “Baby, I need to go outside, I feel a bit sick.”

  Lewis immediately looks at the lads and says, “Just taking Eve outside. She feels a bit sick, it’s too hot in here.”

  Replying loud enough to be heard over the music, they all shout, “Sweet, bro.”

  “Stay here, yeah. Won’t be long.”

  They make their way out of the jam-packed venue, Lewis holding Eve’s hand as he gently pulls her towards the back doors. With an exit ahead, Eve lets go of Lewis’s grip, and runs out of the building and heads to the back of a cabin. She goes out of sight of the party goers. Lewis is standing just behind her as she vomits. Concerned for his girl, Lewis holds Eve’s hair back and says, “How much have you had to drink, baby?”

  She throws up again. As soon as she stops, Eve spits one final time and says, “I haven’t even been drinking. Are you that stupid, Lewis?”

  “Huh, stupid?”

  “Wow, you haven’t worked it out yet, have you?”

  “Worked what out… Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “Lewis, I’m pregnant!”

  Lewis’s eyes widen. Looking like he has just seen a ghost, Lewis is stiff.

  “Lewis, did you hear what I said?”

  Letting go of her hair, Lewis suddenly staggers backwards, he manages to lean on the wall for support. Eve makes her way to Lewis and guides him to the ground. She sits next to him. “I didn’t want to tell you like this. My dad said I shouldn’t tell you or your mum. Please don’t say anything until we’ve worked this out.”

  Still in shock, Lewis says nothing. Suddenly they hear, “Lewis, Eve?” Olivia and Izzy have come outside to see if everything’s okay with Eve. Making her way out from around the back of the cabin, Eve shouts, “Girls, won’t be long, just having a moment with Lewis. We’re all good, though.”

  Oliva shouts back, “You sure?”

  “Yeah, lovely, we’re fine.”

  Looking to Izzy, Olivia says, “Come on, let’s leave them to it.”

  Both the girls head back inside to join the rest of the group. Turning around, Eve makes her way back to Lewis, who has his knees raised and his head firmly in his hands. As Eve sits next to him once more, he looks to her and says, “I’m going to be a dad?”

  “Yeah, looks that way.”

  Surprisingly, Lewis reaches over, holds her in his arms and kisses her on the head as he whispers, “I promise I will support you both.”

  Matthew has been joined by Marilyn at the Chester Racecourse bar, which can only mean one thing... both Celerity and Caledonian Gold ranked and came in first place. Both in a drunken state, Matthew and Marilyn are blowing his substantial winnings on masses of alcohol. They’ve been joined by a huge group who are also scavenging drinks from his winnings. Matthew’s huge financial gain has made him instantly popular with the bar patrons, and his ego is telling him to carry on and flash the cash and bask in the attention. Embracing his new-found popularity, Matthew’s getting lost in the partying madness. He has completely forgotten about his true intention of finding his daughter. Making his way to the bar, Matthew shouts, “Another round on me!”

  Shaking his head, the manager says, “I think you might have had enough, mate.”

  Furious at the suggestion and the rejection, Matthew shouts back, “What? Do you even know exactly what you’re speaking to now, lad?”

  “Huh?”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You need to get back to work and make me and my people drinks for now.”

  “Sure mate, just wait there, I’ll go and get someone to make your drinks for you.”

  “Yeah, see that’s what I was talking about. Thank you, young man.”

  Looking Marilyn in the eye, Matthew wastes no time as he leans over and begins passionately kissing her. Accepting this, Marilyn runs her fingers through his hair and holds Matthew close. No sooner are the pair locked by passion than they’re suddenly separated by a rude intrusion. Jumping on them both is a tall man with his shirt hanging out of his pants, the latest addition to their drunken group. Squinting, the man, whose name is John, ruffles Matthew’s hair and shouts, “Way lad! Where’s the drinks at?”

  “The lad went
to get the man who will keep my people drunk,” Matthew says smirking. Lipstick is plastered across his face.

  Laughing, John replies, “So where do I get myself a sassy piece of ass like this?”

  Licking his lips, John tucks Marilyn’s hair behind her ear. As drunk as he may be, almost instantly a huge rage builds inside of Matthew. Taking immediate offence to this blatant disrespectful action, Matthew pushes John away from Marilyn. Stunned as he was caught off guard, John holds out his hands and says, “Aye, I was just joking, lad.”

  Not hearing John’s words as he’s way too angry and drunk, Matthew charges at John. And, even in his intoxicated state, Matthew’s aim is on point. Swinging his arm back he punches John directly in the eye. Falling to the floor with a thud, John hits his head on the floor. Without any hesitation, Matthew jumps on top of John and throws blow after blow at his head. Attempting to shield his face from the punches, John has his arms up high. Standing back, Marilyn is overseeing the attack and appears to be getting a thrill from watching Matthew beat John up. Little does she know, it’s not for her benefit. After everything he has been through, Matthew has a short fuse and cannot bear to be disrespected. This unnecessary attack has nothing to do with Marilyn personally and everything to do with his perception of people’s lack of loyalties. Unfortunately for John, his face is taking the brunt of every single person who has wronged Matthew.

  Sitting in the corner overseeing what’s taking place and unable to take any action are DCS Terry and DC Flores. Looking to her colleague DC Flores says, “Sir, shouldn’t we stop this?”

  DCS Terry calmly replies, “No.”

  “Sir, how can we not break this up?”

  “For fuck’s sake, Flores, if we go over there we’ll blow our cover,” Terry replies, rolling his eyes at her apparent stupidity.

  “Yeah, but we can’t just sit back and watch him beat this man to death.”

  “Don’t worry, Flores, security will be along in a minute to split it up.”

  With her back to the unfolding attack, DC Flores says, “How can you be so sure?”

  No sooner have the words left her mouth than DCS Terry nods his head towards the commotion. Looking over her shoulder, she sees the security guards rushing over. They instantly pull Matthew off his victim and four of them begin dragging him out of the venue. Throwing him out of the entrance one of the security guards shouts, “Go home, mate, and sleep it off.”

  Running out of the front entrance, Marilyn looks to the group of security guards, who are also her colleagues, and says, “That guy you’ve just thrown out, where did he go?”

  The largest of the group, Dave, points towards the entrance of the alley way and says, “He’s over there.”

  Looking across, Marilyn sees Matthew slumped on the pavement and out cold. Instantly believing the security team did this, she shouts, “Dave, what the fuck, man? What have you done to him?”

  “Marz, you should know us by now, we didn’t do that, he’s just passed out from alcohol. Check him, he ain’t got a scratch from us.”

  Running over to Matthew, Marilyn kneels down at the side of him. Checking his pulse, she instantly feels its presence, but it’s weak. Grabbing her phone, she calls for a taxi. Leaning into Matthew, Marilyn softly says into his ear, “Matthew, I’m getting us a taxi back to mine, is that okay with you?” Unable to make out his response, Marilyn repeats, “Matthew?”

  Mumbling drunken words that make no sense under his breath, Matthew snuggles into Marilyn. No sooner has he tucked himself in, the taxi arrives.

  It’s past midnight and the search is complete. The worldwide web has done its job. Dorothy is sitting at her desk absorbing the reams of headlines that are linked to the name Evelyn Honey. She’s overwhelmed by what she’s seeing. She clicks the top link, which seems the most appropriate, and the page opens. The headline reads, “Missing girl – Evelyn Jade Honey has been missing since 7 July – have you seen her?”. There’s an image next to the headline. Although Eve’s hair is now dark, there is absolutely no getting away from the fact that she’s the girl in the image. Dorothy is gobsmacked and feels physically sick – she knew something wasn’t quite right. Keeping the tab open, she again conducts a search and clicks the next link. Opening a news article, Dorothy begins to scroll through it. Reading each individual word on the page and desperately trying to absorb the content, Dorothy works out that someone by the name of Matthew Honey has been charged with Evelyn’s disappearance and potential murder and is undergoing an investigation with an upcoming trial. Continuing to scroll, Dorothy soon works out that Matthew Honey is Evelyn’s true father and he’s also facing a murder charge for his wife Lauren Honey.

  Sitting back in her chair, Dorothy puts her hand over her mouth. She’s in shock and doesn’t know what to do next. Grabbing her mobile phone she dials 999, but just as she’s about to hit the call button her inner voice stops her. Listening to this and trusting her gut instinct, she puts the phone down on the desk and continues her research. The next link she clicks brings her to a single landing web page. At the top in bold white letters against a black background it says, “Have you seen my daughter?’’ below this is the same image of the missing girl, Evelyn Jade Honey. Then, sitting just below the image is a mobile telephone number and the words, “Help me find my daughter – call Matthew Honey.” Breathing deeply, Dorothy grabs her mobile, types in the number and this time she hits the call button.

  At Marilyn’s house, Matthew and Marilyn are upstairs in the bedroom. Having sobered up slightly, Matthew’s wasting no time. He’s wound up and highly frustrated. Receiving sexual satisfaction from this young female, Matthew’s currently in heaven. The pair are enjoying some harmless naughty adult fun. Their clothes are sprawled out across the bedroom floor like a trail. Underneath the covers, Marilyn’s giving Matthew a blowjob. His head sinking back into the pillow, Matthew’s embracing the pleasure. She is sucking him from the bottom to the tip of his penis, whilst tickling his sensitive areas with her fingertips. Matthew thinks to himself that Marilyn is clearly experienced in the blowjob department and is loving this. He’d forgotten just how amazing this feels. As the sense of euphoria begins surging around his mind and body, Matthew desperately tries hard to hold back and not ejaculate too soon.

  Sucking with passion, Marilyn circles her tongue around the tip of his penis. Kissing it, she then spits to lube it up and begins tugging at the tip. As the tip of Matthew’s penis bounces off her lips, Matthew grabs the sheets and moans louder, feeling as if he’s going to let go at any minute, Matthew has to surrender. Leaning down, he brings Marilyn up to the pillows. Wanting to last the night, he looks at Marilyn and whispers, “My turn.”

  Kissing her neck, Matthew makes his way down Marilyn’s perky breasts and gently sucks her tiny nipples. She gyrates her hips in response, inviting Matthew to slip himself deep inside of her. Marilyn moans out loud. Seeing her embrace his touch makes Matthew get even harder than before. He’s loving the taste of her skin. Using his tongue, Matthew licks his way down her stomach as he ventures down to her vaginal area. Loving the intimacy, Matthew touches her clitoris. Aware that Marilyn’s enjoying the moment as much as he is, Matthew groans out loud as he feels her vagina is soaking wet. Working his way around her and seeing her legs shake as he touches a sensitive spot, Matthew’s now ready to take the next step. Inserting one of his fingers inside her he says, “Oh God, you’re so wet and tight.”

  Marilyn gyrates harder and harder. Inserting another two fingers, Matthew penetrates her deeply, whispering, “Are you ready for me?”

  Moaning loudly Marilyn replies, “Yes, baby, give it to me, please.”

  “Oh, you want me to fuck you, do you?”

  “Yes.”

  Loving the power he has, Matthew continues, “How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

  “I’ll do anything.”

  “Say please.”

  “Please, b
aby, just please fuck me.”

  Satisfied, Matthew responds, “Okay, just because you’ve been a good girl.”

  Grabbing the silver wrapper from off the bedside cabinet, Matthew opens this and rolls the condom down his erect penis.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  “Yes – please, please just put your dick inside me.”

  “Okay, I’m gonna give you what you want right now.”

  Matthew inserts his penis deep inside her. Marilyn begins moaning louder. Feeling her tight vagina wrapping around his girthy penis, Matthew begins banging hard against her. The rocking motion gets faster and faster, the bed violently hitting against the wall.

  As Matthew enjoys this sexual act, he’s oblivious to the fact that his phone is ringing in his pocket of his trousers. It’s on silent, and with the bed banging loudly against the wall, and Marilyn’s moaning, Matthew can’t hear the phone vibrating. He’s wrapped solely in the passionate moment and is completely unaware that he has missed five calls from the one person he has been waiting to speak to for months.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Maintain the Odds 7/7 at 7

  It’s late in the afternoon when Dorothy is awakened by her phone bleeping loudly across the room. She raises her head groggily from the arm of the sofa, on which she had once again passed out. Attempting to wake herself up, she staggers to the table to collect her phone and switch off the alarm. Squinting her eyes in the glare from the screen, Dorothy sees it isn’t her alarm, it’s a call from an unknown number. As she’s about to press the accept button the call disconnects. Staggering back to the sofa, Dorothy slumps onto the cushions in her previous position, her phone now resting against her stomach. Lying back, she feels each throb of her head as it pounds from the copious amounts of alcohol she consumed last night. Placing her hand on the top of her head, she’s tries to soothe the pain as pressure begins building up in her skull. She feels dizzy and nauseous. Dorothy’s thoughts set off racing around her mind, taunting her. Recalling snippets of what she discovered online about Evelyn Honey, Dorothy feels unsure about what to do with this information. She knew something wasn’t quite right, but now that she has the facts, she’s keen to find out what the intentions of these people truly are before calling them out. Her phone begins to vibrate and this time she quickly answers the call. “Hello…”