In the Heat of the Moment
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,764
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 6
6
“WAIT A MINUTE, YOU THINK I HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS?!”
The man sprang to his feet making the chair fly back against the wall, but Detective Jackson, who had witnessed far worse things than this in all his ten years of service, was not intimidated. He calmly remained in his seat.
“Sit down,” He said.
“DON’T TELL ME TO FUCKING SIT DOWN!” The man screamed. He was pacing back and forth and pulling on his shoulder length brown hair. The tattoos on his neck and biceps seemed suddenly more pronounced and the sound of his footsteps echoed like bomb blasts in the tiny white room.
“Have a seat Mr. Ladlow. Nobody said you were involved in anything,” said Jackson.
The heavily tattooed man looked at Jackson searching his face, and sat down. He ran one of his large hands over his troubled face and sighed.
The place was silent except for Ladlow’s heavy breathing and the clocks monstrous ticking.
“I met Espen when he was fifteen , and his dad and brother were staying for a while in Britain.”
“How did you meet?” asked Jackson.
Ladlow rubbed his temples and sighed again looking very distressed.
“Uhm…In a music store. He’d go there to buy new CDs and hang out with a few other teens, while I was working there to help pay my university tuition. When I first saw him, I hated him because he was this rich foreigner with what seemed like all this time and money to waste, but when I really got to know him, I found out we both had so much in common.”
“Like what?”
“You know, metal, soccer, video games and… we both liked guys. I also got along with him because he was very mature for his age and despite the fact that my ears weren’t used to his accent, we could hold a pretty good conversation. It didn’t take long for the both of us to start liking each other…a lot.”
“Oh? How old were you then?” asked Jackson.
“Twenty two; Espen’s dad hated my guts, especially when he caught us kissing one night in Espen’s room. He threatened to put me in jail and send him back to Norway if I contacted him again,” Ladlow sighed again. “Even though we were careful, he ended up sending him back to Norway anyway, and it was TWO WHOLE YEARS before Espen ran away and we were able to meet again in Norway and start a band. Just…fuck…”
Ladlow looked Jackson in the eyes and placed his palms on the table.
“I’d NEVER hurt him. I swear to you! I used to fuck around a LOT before I met him and…and I swear I’d never looked at another guy in those three years!”
Ladlow looked at his hands resting on the table with his brows furrowed and his neck muscled tensed.
“Then I made ONE fucking mistake. Just ONE…When we started living together he told me he was still a virgin and he didn't want us to do it before we got married…But I was weak...I got drunk one night, couldn’t wait and…”
“You cheated on him,” said Jackson.
Ladlow looked at Jackson, his face contorted into deep distress.
“Yes...He was so ANGRY and hurt...One fucking mistake lead to all this…” He sobbed and rested his face in his hands. “You have to find him! There’s no telling what that bastard is doing to him! Espen is not dead! I can feel it! It’s all his brother's fault…He MANIPULATED me! HIS BROTHER MANIPULATED ME! I’m going to KILL him!”
Two officers came and took the hysterical screaming man out in handcuffs and a red haired detective stepped through the door and stood beside Jackson.
“Any luck at all with the twin?” asked Jackson.
“Nope. He’s crying and talking shit I can barely understand. We gonna have to send in a translator or something; but from what I understand he’s blaming himself about the whole thing.”
This one is short. Thanks for the reviews Kolgrim and Mr. Nice Girl :P and yes, 13.5 inches ^_^
I'm trying to speed things up and get to the kidnapping so bear with me. I also forgot to leave a note the last time that I changed the name of the story and the summary. PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE! I KNOW YOU'RE READING IT ._.
“WAIT A MINUTE, YOU THINK I HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS?!”
The man sprang to his feet making the chair fly back against the wall, but Detective Jackson, who had witnessed far worse things than this in all his ten years of service, was not intimidated. He calmly remained in his seat.
“Sit down,” He said.
“DON’T TELL ME TO FUCKING SIT DOWN!” The man screamed. He was pacing back and forth and pulling on his shoulder length brown hair. The tattoos on his neck and biceps seemed suddenly more pronounced and the sound of his footsteps echoed like bomb blasts in the tiny white room.
“Have a seat Mr. Ladlow. Nobody said you were involved in anything,” said Jackson.
The heavily tattooed man looked at Jackson searching his face, and sat down. He ran one of his large hands over his troubled face and sighed.
The place was silent except for Ladlow’s heavy breathing and the clocks monstrous ticking.
“I met Espen when he was fifteen , and his dad and brother were staying for a while in Britain.”
“How did you meet?” asked Jackson.
Ladlow rubbed his temples and sighed again looking very distressed.
“Uhm…In a music store. He’d go there to buy new CDs and hang out with a few other teens, while I was working there to help pay my university tuition. When I first saw him, I hated him because he was this rich foreigner with what seemed like all this time and money to waste, but when I really got to know him, I found out we both had so much in common.”
“Like what?”
“You know, metal, soccer, video games and… we both liked guys. I also got along with him because he was very mature for his age and despite the fact that my ears weren’t used to his accent, we could hold a pretty good conversation. It didn’t take long for the both of us to start liking each other…a lot.”
“Oh? How old were you then?” asked Jackson.
“Twenty two; Espen’s dad hated my guts, especially when he caught us kissing one night in Espen’s room. He threatened to put me in jail and send him back to Norway if I contacted him again,” Ladlow sighed again. “Even though we were careful, he ended up sending him back to Norway anyway, and it was TWO WHOLE YEARS before Espen ran away and we were able to meet again in Norway and start a band. Just…fuck…”
Ladlow looked Jackson in the eyes and placed his palms on the table.
“I’d NEVER hurt him. I swear to you! I used to fuck around a LOT before I met him and…and I swear I’d never looked at another guy in those three years!”
Ladlow looked at his hands resting on the table with his brows furrowed and his neck muscled tensed.
“Then I made ONE fucking mistake. Just ONE…When we started living together he told me he was still a virgin and he didn't want us to do it before we got married…But I was weak...I got drunk one night, couldn’t wait and…”
“You cheated on him,” said Jackson.
Ladlow looked at Jackson, his face contorted into deep distress.
“Yes...He was so ANGRY and hurt...One fucking mistake lead to all this…” He sobbed and rested his face in his hands. “You have to find him! There’s no telling what that bastard is doing to him! Espen is not dead! I can feel it! It’s all his brother's fault…He MANIPULATED me! HIS BROTHER MANIPULATED ME! I’m going to KILL him!”
Two officers came and took the hysterical screaming man out in handcuffs and a red haired detective stepped through the door and stood beside Jackson.
“Any luck at all with the twin?” asked Jackson.
“Nope. He’s crying and talking shit I can barely understand. We gonna have to send in a translator or something; but from what I understand he’s blaming himself about the whole thing.”
This one is short. Thanks for the reviews Kolgrim and Mr. Nice Girl :P and yes, 13.5 inches ^_^
I'm trying to speed things up and get to the kidnapping so bear with me. I also forgot to leave a note the last time that I changed the name of the story and the summary. PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE! I KNOW YOU'RE READING IT ._.