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The Brothel	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 19- Happily Ever After.

Walking, or rather, limping I made my way down the road I studied my bleeding hands. The nails were worn down almost completely and the pain in my chest throbbed terribly. Tucked away in the back of my pants was Stuart’s journal. I felt it burn into the small of my back, almost comforting as if he were spurring me on. I don’t know how long I walked at one point I almost passed out from sheer exhaustion but my feet continued following the path my heart had created.
My voice was fro from calling Jonathon’s name. Either he was gone or Paul had him. Believing the latter gave me hope. Once a truck went by and holding out my thumb I stopped, watching as it sped by oblivious to me. Grunting I continued my trek. They probably all believed me to be dead, if Paul had even passed the information on that is. Perhaps he told them I had simply run away and left it for that. I couldn’t wait to see his face as I returned from the dead, his dying of shock was probably too much to hope for.
Behind me a horn sounded loudly startling me out of my thoughts. A black BMW approached. Paul! I looked for somewhere to hide but it was too late, the car pulled up along side me.

“Er…need a lift?” A voice called.

“Ewan!” I could barely contain my excitement. “What’re you doing here?”

“On my way to see you actually. What are you doing here?” He looked my tattered clothes up and down.

“It’s a extremely long story. In fact if it were serialised it’d take a whole year to tell.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Get in.”

*~*~*

“…So you see, I need to bac back to the Brothel. I have to help them.” I finished breathlessly.

“What you need is a Doctor. You sound like you’ve broken a rib!” Ewan gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “Makes my blood boil what he has done to you all. I swear once I get my hands on him…”

“I appreciate that Ewan. Illy lly do. “I stroked the red diary lovingly. “More then you can ever know.”

“We’re almost there. Darren are you sure? We could keep on driving you and me. See what comes of it.”

“And Rutger? What would he say.” I asked tiredly.

“There is no Rutger. At this moment he’s seeking a new ‘assistant’.” He saw my raised eyebrows. “My choice.” He added.

“I appreciate the offer but I have to do right by them. I have to try…But I would love your helI glI glanced uncertainly, hope in my voice.

“I think I can spare that.”

“Thank you.” I whispered, touching his knee lightly.

I watched the mansion grow from a tiny object in the distance to a large formidable reality, my stomach turning in fear. There wa way way out.

“We’ll leave the car here and walk up. Surprise them.” Ewan suggested as we got out.

“Sounds good.” I gulped.

The place was eerie in its silence. I felt a desperate need to hold Ewan’s hand.

“Always seemed so full of life before…” He whispered.

“It’s like something out of Poe or Lovecraft.” I observed, trembling.

“Last call for ‘Let’s get the hell out of here.’” I smiled at him and approached the door. It was ajar. I raised my eyebrows at him and pushed silently to enter.

The smell hit me first. It seemed to envelope the place yet I couldn’t place it. A loud sobbing could be heard ringing through the house.

“You took him! You took hiu bau bastard! He was all I had and he’s gone!” Damian’s voice.

“Don’t be a fool Damy! It was an accident. If I hadn’t got there when I did Jonathon would be dead to!” Paul angrily recoiled. Jonathon was alive!

“And our money? Is it true what he said? There’s nothing left?” Brian’s voice this time.

“I swear to God I don’t know what his talking about. They stole Damian’s savings for Christ sake! How can you trust them? You’ve barely known Jonathon a month!” Paul again. I pressed my eye to the door. They sat at the Grand Table. Everyone, even Orlando was there. No Jonathon.

“But we know Darren.” Heath answered coolly.

“He must’ve been under that boy’s spell then. The little idiot got himself killed for him.” Paul sounded on the edge of hysteria now.

“Little idiot? You fucking arsehole.” Heath cried. “He was one of us and he’s gone, show a little respect.”

“How about you show me a little respect? Huh? I’m the boss here. I make the decisions. Hell, those two tried to steal your money! Made us look imbeciles in front of Bono. Stole his car for goodness sake! And you want me to bow my head and give thanks?” Paul glared at Heath with undisguised contempt.

“He’s right. I loved Darren and I’m sorry his gone but he tried to take our money. He betrayed us.” Brian shook his head as he spoke. I felt a shiver of sadness listening to them talk about me as if I were gone, especially so coldly. Ewan gripped my arm in support and I nodded at him.

“You little moron.” Damian stood up and stared at Brian. “You fall right into his net don’t you? Your tin pot god has spoken and you dance to his tune. Is that it? He drags back a half-beaten body calls him a thief and drugs his brains out so he can’t talk and you don’t bat an eyelid? He just told you…Darren…Darren’s dead but all yore are about is the green! Well Darren and Jonathon aren’t thieves hell they barely took £150 where’s that going to get them? Barbados? Rio?”

“You’re embarrassing yourself! Sit down!” Paul demanded.

“Or you’ll what? Silence me? Tell me, did you give Jonathon a lethal dose of morphine? Snap Darren’s neck? Tell me oh do, inquiring minds want to know.”

“You’re drunk.” Paul muttered his face white.

“And your are a bankrupt murderer.” Damian hit the floor hard when Ps fis fist connected. He sat up lip bleeding and eyes full of hatred. “Oh now we see your true colours.”

“What’s going on? Paul what’s he saying.” Tobey leapt up but Jason held him down.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s a drunken loser. I think it’s about time we terminated your position here Damian. You don’t seem to be that great of a medic, all your patients wind up dead.” The cruelty of Paul’s words tore my breath away.

“Wha…What?” The doctor breathed.

“I want you gone Dr Lewis. As soon as possible.”

“You can’t keep me quiet like this!”

“Watch me.” Paul smiled tensely. “I loved Darren dearly. More then you could possibly know.” The words seemed to sting Damian who shot to his feet.

“Dn nen never cared for you like that. He told me. Your lies won’t work this time.”

“Darren simply told you that to mollify you good Doctor. We were in truth very close.”

“Is this really the time for them to compare sizes?” Ewan whispered in my ear.

“Oh your reigns over Paul. I’m going to pay you back tenfold…” He grappled with something in his pocket

“You pathetic shit!” Paul lunged at him. “You take on me? You have no idea what you are dealing with!” Heath and Orlando tried to pull him off but he held fast.

“You killed Elijah and then you killed Darren! You’ll pay all right!” Damian still concentrated on what he held in his hand.

The pungent smell seemed to grow as I watched, pushing it to the back of my mind I watched the actions of those around Damian. Heath and Orlando recoiled as if it all made sense. They held onto Paul tighter staring at him heatedly. Brian, Jason and Tobey seemed less convinced as if fighting the urge to believe. Darius didn’t seem to believe it at all and Josh knew without a doubt that it was true, he just didn’t seem to care.

“I didn’t kill them. It’s a lie! You believe me don’t you? My boys oh my boys!” Paul fell to his knees.

“And the money?” Brian asked. “Is it all gone?”

“Every bit.” Damian sneered.

Everyone began talking at once, arguing, crying, confused questioning. But I concentrated on Damian who had at last got to grips with what in hin his hand. He grinned wildly as a tiny flame burst into life…

The smell it was…

“Gasoline!” I screamed running into the room. They spun to face me in muted shock.

“Darren…” Damian whispered. The match hit the floor.

*~*~*

The inferno raged around me as I tried to reach Damian but I couldn’t see him through the smoke. Screams vibrated through bodies as they barged past. Identification was impossible.

“Ewan? Are you there?” I saw a figure at the doorway. “Get Jonathon! He’s upstairs.” The shadow disappeared and I could only pray it was him.

“Damian! Where are you?” Every where I turned flames touched, destroying everything in site. I felt a body at my side. “ Damian.” I breathed turning to face him.

Hands clutched me and pulled me to the ground. Fingers encircling my neck I stared up into the eyes of Paul. “It’s over Darren. Are you happy? You’ve destroyed it all. Are. You. Finally. Happy?” With each word he thumped my head against the ground. What little air I could get was filled with smoke and I felt myself slipping into darkness. Then fire broke free and tore at Paul picking him up and throwing him into the yellow blaze. The fire turned toward me and I found myself looking into the steel blue eyes of Damian. Nearly all I could see of him was alight.

“Oh God Damian.” I sobbed reaching for him.

“Darren go. Let me die knowing you lived.” His distorted voice told me.

“No not without you. I can’t leave you. I LOVE YOU!” I cried getting up and lunging at him. “Th “Then prove it!” Go” The figure of Paul was out of the flames, screaming. “Darren I love you, God I love you so much. Go while you still can!” Damian pleaded as Paul approached.

“But…”

“NOW DARREN NOW!” He screamed as Paul’s ignited body fell onto him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I turned and ran.

At some point I stumbled but strong I t I took to be Heath’s pulled me from the fire and into the open. In the distance I heard sirens above the sobbing of those around me. Jonathon’s face appeared above me. Bruised and worried. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he caressed my forehead. The faces of others joined his. Heath, Orlando, Tobey, Brian and Ewan all stared down at me. Other blurry faces stared with them, my tears obscuring the faces. I tried to tell them how Damian had saved me, how sorry I was. I tried to say everything I’ve always wanted to say. How I loved them all, how they had brought joy into my life when I thought that emotion was gone. How I’d never forget any of them as long as I lived. Then a warm calm filled me and I felt a familiar presence. Then I was gone.

*~*~*

Apparently my heart stopped for two minutes. Any longer and I could’ve been brain damaged. That moment before the beat gave in I felt Stuart, I’d known he was there. If I had died that minute I know that I would have gone to him. At first that was the only thought that kept me going. One day. Together again. But then I remembered the others. No one knows what became of Brian, Darius and Jason. They scattered before the fire ambulance arrived. I think they’re okay. They’re too tough to let anything happen to them. No matter what our differences I wish them well. Josh? No one ever saw him leave the fire but I doubt he died. Bad pennies have a way of turning back up. Rutger Haur, Ewan’s master once upon a time was seen showing off a new ‘assistant’. A young boy named Tobey Maguire who I’m sure will fill the position very nicely.
I hoped against hope that Damian lived through the fire but I knew it was in vain. After the fire the police had gone over with it with a fine toothcomb but no bodies were found. We were told that this didn’t mean that no one had perished, just that they were burned so thoroughly that no trace remained. For nights I dreamt of Damian’s ignited body, he haunted me even in the waking hours. Heath and Orlando explained in their visits to the hospital, that the smell of petrol had escaped everyone’s attention or at least they, like me, had not dwelt upon it. Orli recalled the scent was there before Paul left to find us. Meaning that on finding my possessions and me gone Damian had decided to end it all. For everyone.
If Paul hadn’t returned with Jonathon then who knows how it would’ve ended?

“I can’t blame him. I just feel sorry for him.” Heath remarked. “Paul took everything good thing about him and exploited him for his own ends.”

“He was a good man.” I whispered. “Just at the end of his rope I guess.” Heath nodded solemnly. I noticed he held Orli’s hand tenderly in his lap.

“We’re leaving. We think it’s time we got away from it. Lived happily ever after.” He explained.

“That’s a good idea.” I felt choked at the thought of losing them when we had became so close. They each kissed me on the forehead as they stood to leave.

“I hope we’ll see each other again.” Orlando said and silence descended as we considered how unlikely this was.

“I’m sure we will.” I answered. And they said their goodbyes and left.

Later Jonathon and Ewan came visiting.

“Ready to be dischargedwan wan asked

“God yes! But where are we going?” I asked. “What now?”

“Does it matter? As long as we are together?” Ewan asked. I felt an urge to cry and was immediately surrounded as their warm bodies pressed against me in a hug.

“We’ll stick together. Go where the wind takes us. And God help anyone who tries to hurt us.” Jonathon’s hot breath ticklt myt my ear.

“I have to bury a old friend first.” I said.

*~*~*

The brothel is a shadow of it’s former self. I sit here at the entrance to a maze where Stuart and me once fell in love. It feels so long ago now. Someone appears to be tructructing a new building here, they are workmen everywhere. Who ever it is can’t know the history of the place or they wouldn’t come within a mile of it. I go unnoticed as I dug the hole in the ground watching the rich soil cascade onto the grass. Once finished I’ll place this notebook into it. Bury the ghosts of this place and leave them behind me. Bury the person that died on the steps of the mansion. That part of me is gone now. My future is with Ewan and Jonathon and while uncertain I feel a peace like I’ve never known. Perhaps one day I’ll write again, but not for some time but one day.
There’s a workman watching me so it’s time to say farewell.

Goodbye

Darren Stanley Hayes.
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