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The Brothel	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14-Harsh Realities

"Is the Doctor in?" I asked peering around the door.

"Of course! And how can the Doctor help you?" Damian said, leaning back in his chair. A fond smile on his face.

"Oh it’s just terrible Doctor, I can’t sleep! Each night I dream a handsome red-headed man takes me again and again." I sat at his desk, opposite him and pulled a weary face. "…and again."

"And where does this handsome red-headed man take you?"

"Oh to the edge of paradise."

"And you’re wanting something to make this man go away? So you can sleep?"

"Heaven’s no! I want to know how I can make him appear during the day!"

He placed his palms together and placed his hands below his chin, so the fingertips grazed his face. He appeared to be in a state of immense concentration.

"Well Darren, I have just the prescription for you." He stood up and came round the desk towards me. "Take one of these a day. " A light kiss barely brushed my lips. "Two of these." The kiss was deeper and his tongue prodded mine gently. "And lots of these." This time he kissed me forcefully his hand nudging my crotch as his tongue danced with mine.

"Goodness…" I gasped "I may overdose on that last one." He cradled my face in his palms and placed a kiss upon my forehead.

"Darren I’d love to make out with you but I have paperwork. Paul’s making me look over all of Bono’s accounts." He sighed "Like Bono has a corrupt bone in his body."

"I’ve never met him." I said, entwining my fingers absent-mindedly with Damian’s.

"None of you have. It’s not really his scene. He just pay’s his half and gets half the profits."

"And Paul thinks he is corrupt?"

"Oh Paul, thinks everyone is these days. He’d probably have his own mother searched if she tried to come in here."

"I don’t think I’d want my mother in here either." I sighed.

"That’s the first time in all the years I’ve known you, that you’ve mentioned your mother!"

"Yeah well savour it because it will be the last." I snapped instantly regretting it when I saw him flinch. "Sorry, that was uncalled for."

"It’s okay we all have our demons." A grey cloud seemed to descend upon his face but he shook it away and smiled at me warmly.

"We’ll meet tonight okay?" He said placing another light kiss upon my lips.

I walked to the door and was halfway out before Damian called.

"Darren!" He called and I turned to face him. "I haven’t touched a drop. Not since you and I…I’m sober all the time now Darren. Because of you." I smiled softly and closed the door quietly on the figure behind me.

"Ahh Darren. Been playing Doctors and Nurses have we?" Jonathon said, stepping out of the shadows and mischievous _expression on his face.

"Wonderful. It’s you." I tried to side step him but he grabbed me round the waist and spun me round to face him.

"Is it true what they say? A doctor a day keeps the apples away?"

"You’re an endless pit of mirth, you know that?"

"I’m only teasing Darren. I know you and the Doctor wouldn’t…I mean since he and Stuart." He saw my eyes widen and instantly tried to backtrack. "I don’t mean that, I know you knew about the Doctor and Stuart I didn’t…what I meant to say was..."

"Save it!" I hurried past him and continued up the corridor.

" ‘I feel as if at last I'm moving, at last I'm living, I won't say anything as trite as 'I love you' but it's as close I've ever been to that emotion!’ " He shouted after me.

I paused sickened he would use Stuart’s private words to me just to get my attention. Anger boiling I started back. My rage near breaking point I grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall. "How dare you!" I hissed. "You have no right to read those journals and you have no right to throw it back in my face. You didn’t know him and you don’t know me. Understood?"

" ‘Sometimes it feels as if my world has finally fell into place, that everything I’ve ever been guilty of has been erased because of Darren. Because of my love for Darren.’ " He gasped out struggling under my grip.

"What?" My grip loosened "What did you say?"

" ‘ And the world can go to hell because I’ve found a new world. He is my world. I’d die for him.’ " I let go completely and he pushed himself back against the wall to create distance. "That was the last entry. There are no more journal’s after that." He gasped.

"You’re lying. Stuart would never have wrote anything like that."

"He did! I can show you. He wrote poetry as well…"

"Poetry? Stuart wrote poetry? I thought the journals had been taken off you?" My heart quickened a beat in my chest.

"All save but one. I hid it for you. I memorised the entries though, in case Paul found it." His eyes looked solemn and he fixed his _expression into a look of great nobleness that I had to fight the urge to laugh.

"Where is it?"

"Tonight, I’ll bring it tonight." He chanced a quick smile and practically ran down the hall from me.

My mouth felt like cotton and my heart felt as if it would explode from my ribcage. Three years on and Stuart could still reduce me to this weakened state.

*~*~*

"How come Doctor Lewis hasn’t been in to see him? I mean if he’s so ill?" Brian asked.

"Aren’t you listening you idiot? Orli’s not ill. He just won’t come out his room." Jason replied angrily.

"Well excuse me peanut head." He ignored the violent look he received and continued "So has anyone told Paul?"

Heath, Jason, Brian and I sat in Heath’s room. It had been at least three days since any of us had seen Orlando, he spent everyday in his room not even appearing for meals.

I felt myself wondering just how long before anybody noticed Orli's disappearance. How long before Paul noticed.

"Darren? Why so quiet? You're not yourself today. I noticed the improvement immediately." Brian asked, I ignored him and glanced towards the others.

"Has he had any clients?" I asked and all three shook their heads. "You mean he’s just refused them? Surely they would’ve told Paul?"

"We made sure they were distracted." Answered Heath and the others nodded again. Heath of all of us was the closest to Orli. The pain at been rejected by his best friend was all to clear in his face.

"We’ll have to do something soon. Before Paul notices." I said. "Perhaps we could see Dr Lewis? He’d know what to do."

"Oh please Darren, he’d run straight to Paul. You think he cares about us?" Brian laughed "He takes care of us because we are his precious Paul’s merchandise. That’s all."

"That’s unfair. Damian…Dr Lewis has always been there for us!" I realised the slip by speaking his first name. Heath’s eyes rounded and Brian grinned ecstatically. Jason didn’t look suprized at all.

"Listen, Darren’s right we have to do something." Heath interrupted before Brian could speak.

"Oh shit I’ve got a client!" I yelped. I leapt up and waved them goodbye " We’ll speak later, I hate to keep Mr McGregger waiting."

But later would never come.

*~*~*

"Oh Darren." He moaned as I pushed him down onto the bed my hands roaming over his torso. Moving up I gripped his hair, once short and neat on our first meeting, now long and untamed.

I pressed myself down on top of him. Pressing my crotch deeply into his and slowly rotating my hips. The action received great appreciation as he bucked upward against me. Pushing his still clothed lower frame he expressed the urgency of his desire.

"No Mr Haur tonight?" I murmured into his mouth.

"Away urgent business…" He gasped as I stuck my tongue in his ear.

"Naughty boy Ewan. Do you have permission to have gentlemen callers?" He rolled me over onto my back and smiled down at me, his fingers disappearing into my trousers…

"GET OUT OF THERE NOW!"

"Huh." Ewan muttered and looked down at his hand, as if this were the offender.

"It came from outside!" I sat up quickly and pulled on a tee shirt.

"ORLANDO! ORLANDO! GET OUT! YOU HEAR ME?" The voice belonged to Paul.

We rushed out into the corridor. Paul was hammering on the door and Damian was trying in vain to calm him down.

"No Damian! I won’t have it. One of my most established customers is walking around with a black eye because of that little hooligan!" He hammered again on the door "GET OUT ORLANDO! You may have lost us a valuable client do you understand? Think of the damage this will do to our reputation. Take some bloody responsibilities for your actions!" Damian gripped hold of Paul’s shoulders and attempted to soothe him

"Paul you need to calm down, you need to…"

"Calm down? I’ll bloody kill him."

"No you’ll not touch him! Not this one. Do you understand me?" Damian’s face flushed red with anger.

"Let me…" I spoke up "Let me try to talk to him."

As Paul nodded his consent I left Ewan’s side and went to the door.

"Orli? Orli it’s Darren. Are you okay?" There was no response but I heard muffled breathing through the door. "Listen Orli, let me in. I promise I’ll come in alone. I…we just want to know if you’re okay."

For a while nothing happened then the door slowly opened.

"Darren’s handling it." Damian said keeping a tight grip on Paul as he tried to march in.

As I entered the first thing that hit me was the smell. One that I’ll never forget. A slightly inky smell that you can taste in the air. What you taste in your mouth when you’ve bit your tongue.

It was the smell of blood.

"Oh god Orli." I whispered approaching the figure on the bed. His left eye was swollen completely shut and the other bloodshot. One cheekbone appeared lower then the other and a dark blue and black smudges covered entire areas of his face. Both his top and bottom lip were split open, but it was his hands that were the worst. The knuckles red with blisters and swollen to twice their size and his wrists almost showing the bone as if they had been torched.

"Orlando?" I whispered disbelieving. The figure looked at me with his good eye and tried to smile with the battered lips.

"You have a lot of explaining to do…" Paul burst in, but the sentence died suddenly when he saw Orli.

Damian and Ewan were at his side. Ewan looked sick and Damian shell-shocked.

"I didn’t want to hit him, Paul." Orlando spoke up "I just wanted him to stop hurting me."

He tried to stand up but he lost his balance and fell back down. He grimaced at the pain of the impact "I only wanted it to stop. I wanted the pain to stop. I’m so sorry Paul."

Tears were running openly down both Paul’s and Orlando’s face now.

"I’ll get my kit!" Damian snapped, glaring at Paul as he left.

In a rush I joined Orlando on the bed and carefully wrapped my arms round his bruised body.

I looked up at the two men. Ewan met my eyes and his own shone with sympathetic tears. Paul hid his face behind his hands.

"Shh now…" I whispered gently rocking his sobbing frame.

"I just wanted him to stop, I just wanted him to stop…" He repeated over and over in violent sobs.

It took me a moment to realise that I was crying as well

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