Hi everybody:
This is my second shot at a story as always every character is fictitious as are the names and places, I hope you will forgive me for the mistakes I am bound to make as I am a Brit trying to write a story partially set in the US This story is not based on anyone but parts are from my own past experiences.
Be warned there is sex and violence in this story. The story has all the usual clichés found in all the stories [there is nothing original left to say anymore it's all been said before It's the spin that counts] anyway I hope you enjoy.
The story starts at nearly the end with a man looking back at the choices he has made and their consequences.
There is also a character from my first story at the end of this one.
I would also like to thank all the readers who left a comment about my first story, good and bad.
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Why am I writing this? Because my councillor said it might give me some closure and help me to forgive myself for the choices, I've made so here I go.
So here I sit in central park feeding the ducks, I do this every day, I leave the apartment that overlooks the park run two laps round the park buy a cappuccino from the local deli walk to the souvenir stall buy a bag of assorted bird and duck feed and drink my coffee whilst feeding the birds.
I was not always so placid in fact if I am honest I have a lot of red in the ledger that I can never wipe out, I know my heart and soul are as back as ebony and I will never be accepted into heaven if it actually exists and the devil won't let me in because he couldn't stand the competition, I feel sad and empty and don't know what to do with the rest of my life so let's go back to the beginning.
My name is Simon Quade My father Frank my two older brothers Mark and Trent younger sister Susan and my mother Sarah I also have an uncle Max.
The first recollection I have is when I was six or seven years old I had two older brothers non identical twins but nearly so you had to look carefully to tell them apart, and a younger sister by three years my father was an American citizen and my mother a British citizen my dad was 6' 6'' and 250lb and my two brothers were looking to be just as big in time, however I took after my mother who was 5' 6'' and 90lb soaking wet it was obvious I was going to be the runt of the litter and that is exactly how my father referred me as the little runt, my brothers constantly bullied me and any toys I received at Christmas were broken by boxing day by my brothers or just taken away never to be seen again and the same on my birthdays, if I complained my father just laughed and said boys will be boys and my mother turned a blind eye to keep the peace.
I soon learned not to ask for toys for Christmas or birthdays I asked for money instead which my mother put in a post office savings account.
I reached my tenth birthday, and a friend Thomas Wilks gave me a puppy Labrador cross his bitch had given birth to eight and his parents were having trouble getting rid of them I named him lucky.
I loved that dog more than anything and we were inseparable then one day I was came home from school and couldn't find lucky I looked all over the house and then looked in the garden what I saw broke my heart one of my brothers was standing with his back to me laughing and when he moved to one side I saw Lucky hanging from the fence by his lead dead.
I don't even remember picking up the spade, but I do remember the look on Trent's face as I swung it at him it was pure fear, it caught him on the left side of his head about two inches above his ear and sliced down to his chin, there was blood everywhere he fell to the floor screaming and holding his face.
My mother came running into the garden saw Trent writhing on the grass and knelt beside him she pulled off her apron and wrapped it round his head, I dropped the spade and run up to my bedroom in tears for the loss of Lucky, I felt no remorse for Trent at all an ambulance took Trent to the hospital where he received twenty-eight stitches.
My father was furious and beat the shit out of me with his belt I was beaten so badly I had to be taken to the hospital with a fractured arm multiple abrasions and extensive bruising.
The doctor in charge called the police who arrested my father for child abuse he claimed that I deserved it for what I had done to Trent, even though it was pointed out what Trent had done to Lucky I was given probation and ordered to take counselling for anger management, my father was given a six month suspended sentence.
Over the next few months, it became clear to the councillor that I was a child at risk in my home environment and the social services were called in, I was put on the at-risk list and after some consultation with my parents it was decided I would be taken into care for my own safety.
My mother was distraught at the thought of losing me to the system and called my uncle Max for help.
I didn't know this at the time, but my father and uncle max hated each other. This stemmed from the fact that my grandparents who I never knew were fantastically wealthy but didn't approve of my mother marring my father so they left their wealth to Max and only a token to my mother of £5000,000 which my father used to start his construction business.
My uncle Max told his lawyers to sort something out to keep me out of the care system. The result of this was that Uncle Max was made my legal guardian and I went to live with him.
The following Monday a black Mercedes pulled up in front of the hostel where I was a temporary resident, there was a driver and a man in a suit the man in the suit knocked on the door.
''Can I help you?''
''I'm here to collect Simon Quade I have been sent here by his uncle, here are the necessary documents I'm sure you will find them in order''
''Please come in I'll just check these and then bring Simon down''
Twenty minutes later I was seated in the back of the car on the way to my new life. The house/mansion is in Hampshire and covers forty-five acres of land I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it it's huge.
The car pulled up outside the front of the house and a very pleasant middle-aged woman opened my door.
''You must be Simon my name is May I'm the housekeeper pleased to meet you, I'm sure you will be happy here, come I'll take you to meet your uncle.''
We walked into a large reception area along a corridor and into a large office sitting behind the biggest desk I have ever seen was my uncle he came round to greet me and gave me a hug.
''Simon I am so pleased to finally meet you I won't you to consider this as your home from now on, May will see to your needs and her husband Mason will see to your training, now I must get on with my work so May will show you to your room I will see you at dinner.''
I was led upstairs and shown into my bedroom it was nearly as big as my old house, there was a large double bed a desk a walk-in wardrobe and a bathroom/toilet. While I unpacked and settled into my new room a man came in and introduced himself as Mason.
''Hello, my name is Mason if there is anything you need just ask me or my wife May. May will see to your comfort, and I will see to your training''
''Excuse me sir but what am I training for?''
''Why to be a man of course and don't call me sir my name is Mason or Mr Fields.''
Some things I know now but didn't know then:
My uncle max is extremely wealthy he could literally write a cheque for a billion pounds and not miss it. He is ex-army he served in the regiment also known as the S.A.S, all his employees are either ex-Army or ex Marines my trainer Mason is an ex-S.A.S close combat instructor.
My initial training comprised of getting up at six o clock and doing two laps of the inner ring road about one and a half miles fifty lengths of the pool about one mile then off to school, in the evening before dinner half an hour in the gym and an hour learning self-defence from Mason.
This regime continued throughout my stay with Uncle Max culminating in a three-mile run with a sixty-pound backpack two-mile swim and in the evening a one-hour gym session an hour getting the shit knocked out of me by Mason. This continued to my eighteenth birthday, I was now fully grown at 5'9'' and 180Lbs all muscle thanks to Mason and looking forward to going to university to study Computer science and Advanced engineering with corporate law as a minor.
It was July and my term started in September Mason knocked and entered my room.
''Pack your bag for a stay of two weeks including your tuxedo we're going to London to continue your education you have been instructed on how to act like a gentleman now it's time to put it to the test, be downstairs in fifteen''
I knew better than to question an order so I was downstairs in fifteen as ordered, as I walked to the car May looked at me and gave a huge grin which was repeated by the driver wtf is going on. Despite my continued questioning Mason would tell me nothing.
We pulled up outside one of my uncle's apartment buildings where he kept the penthouse suit available for his use when in town, the doorman opened the car door and saw us into the building, we took the private elevator up to the penthouse and went into the lounge area.
A beautiful woman of indeterminate age came into the lounge and looked me up and down and said he'll do. Mason just laughed and said to me.
''Carrol will be your instructor for the next two weeks she knows more about pleasing a woman than anyone I know this is your final instruction for being a man enjoy''.
