Chapter Sixty Eight
The house was quiet, and Sonny was glad of
that. After scrubbing himself raw, he dressed and made himself a late
breakfast, porridge and coffee, just what he needed. Fortunately Martha’s car
was outside and the keys were hanging on the hook inside the door. He knew she
wouldn’t mind him borrowing her car, she knew how much today meant to him.
Pulling out his phone he sent her a quick
message.
“I’m going to do it. Wish me luck. Borrowed
your car, hope you don’t mind.” He’d barely made it to said car when the
phone alerted him to a reply.
“Good luck. I’m nervous for you. Let me know
how it goes, and no worries over Herman. Think of him as moral support.”
He was groaning as he got into the car, trust
her to make light of things. Saying that it was the longest and most painful
journey he’d ever made. He had to be honest with Michael and that worried him
as it could work against him. But he knew this was an all or nothing situation.
Derek the butler come bodyguard was at the
bottom of the front steps before he’d turned off the engine.
“Mr
Oldbury isn’t up to visitors.”
Sonny shook his head, “he has to see me. This
is important.”
“It’s
ok Derek.”
Looking up Sonny saw Michael on the doorstep,
watching them. Sonny walked up to him, “Oldbury, I need to talk to you.”
Michael nodded knowingly and Sonny couldn’t
help but feel apprehensive, “about time. You’d better come in.”
Derek followed them; hovering waiting to see
if anyone wanted coffee, or maybe whether he was needed as a referee. That
would have made Sonny laugh if he hadn’t felt so nervous...he was worse than
that, he was terrified.
The older man sighed, “it’s ok Derek you can
leave us, if anything happens to me you’re my witness to this moment, ok? It
was him!” He pointed at Sonny with a half smile.
That made Sonny laugh, but he was silent
until the two of them were alone. After a rather lengthy pause, Michael spoke.
“So
are you going to tell me what happened to my son?”
Sonny sighed, where to start? He moved into the room and started to pace, he
needed something to distract him from what he was about to deal with, there was
no easy way of starting this conversation. Taking a deep breath, he looked at
the older man, “my links to your son go back a long way. I don’t think that it
was a coincidence...” He started at the beginning, that was the only place, “I
haven’t always functioned on the right side of the law, you might know I went
to prison for GBH. Despite everything I’ve done when I was arrested I hadn’t
done anything wrong, if anything I was protecting myself. But the police turned
up,” he groaned. “Basically I was set up, too many spoke out against me, so I
went down. But when I was inside I was head hunted for want of a better term,
and for various assurances, and help I was promised the name of whoever set me
up.”
Michael gave his head a shake, “Scott? Why
you?”
Sonny nodded, “I don’t know, I never found
that out. But I had a job to do. Nothing much...Keep an eye on things, report
back. Monitor what Scott was up to. Simple really.” He looked up at Michael, “I
never want to go back to prison again, I’ve spent over half my life being
dictated to, having authoritarians govern my every move what with being in care
first. I wanted to leave the life I had behind. It wasn’t a nice life...but it
was all I knew.”
He started to pace the room, “but your son,
he was pushing in the wrong circles, upsetting some big players in London...he
was becoming known in the wrong circles. My lifeline, the offer I had, my way
out of crime was to tempt Scott to a rendezvous point, I swear it was just a
set up. He was going to be framed for a robbery. There was never anything more.
And I had so many reasons to do it, I mean if nothing else it freed Martha up
to come home, I’d just found out about Ethan accidentally, I knew she’d never
bring him here whilst Scott was around, and that boy needed his family, I of
all people know how important that is. Of course there was also revenge, I’d
done eighteen months inside for him...but there was also this huge carrot being
dangled in front of me, one of the big guys had some information for me, they would
pass it over, and let me go, once I’d
delivered. Revenge isn’t good, but I needed it.”
Michael was pale, angry, shocked, all in one.
He was silent for a moment, then his eyes lifted to meet Sonny’s. “What changed?”
His words were controlled, clipped; Sonny was
nowhere near calm himself.
“Scott
was greedy, he snubbed everyone else for the chance of some easy money, it wasn’t
difficult to coax him to the rendezvous, but instead of the police arriving,
arresting him, some heavies arrived, marched him away. It was the last anyone
saw of him. That’s the truth.”
Michael ran a hand across his eyes, “You know
who did it? Who turned up?”
Sonny would never grass anyone up, not that
he could, he was away from that life, he had no intention of drawing attention
back to himself, Marcus and his cronies would do more than shop him, he’d end
up in the same place as Scott. “I have an idea, but I don’t know.”
“You
won’t say.”
He nodded the affirmative, “that’s right. I’d
be next. Look Scott, he’d killed someone, a relative of one of the guys. You
might not believe that but he had, a twenty year old boy...Martha had seen him
beat someone else to a pulp a while ago, he was getting out of control, his
enemies were growing in number. He was dabbling in a world that he wasn’t
prepared for, here he was a big fish in a small pond, but in the criminal
melting pot of London he was less than small fry, and he’d kicked up a huge
wave.”
“I
see.” Michael paced for a moment, deep in thought. “You had the chance to help
him, or at least help end this nightmare, help me get some closure...but you
didn’t.”
He shook his head, “No I didn’t. You may take
it as me being selfish, and in a lot of ways it was, but these guys would have
got him somehow, like I say, he was on their radar. I did what I had to do to
free myself, and also Martha. She deserved to be free.”
“So
I lose a son but gain a grandson, is that how this works?” the old man wasn’t
giving an inch, but then Sonny wasn’t expecting him to.
But his words did make Sonny pause for
thought, “you weren’t part of my motivations, not back then.”
That caused the older man to look at him,
“what does that mean? I became part of this? Is that what you’re saying? Why?”
This was it, this was Sonny’s moment, the
moment he told him that he was his father. He’d taken the news of Scott’s
demise well, better than he expected, but he had no idea how he’d deal with the
next stage.
Sonny started to march again, pacing the
length of the room, “I told you I was promised information, vital and pertinent
to me. I have no idea how these people gather their intel, but they’re good,
very good.”
Eventually he stopped, perched on the arm of
one of the Chesterfield armchairs, “my mother died when I was eight. She wasn’t
the best mother, and things were no better in care. But I never knew anything
else about myself. The night that Scott
was taken, I was given this...”
He held the letter out to him, the letter
that named Michael Oldbury as his father.
Sonny watched as Michael read the letter the
shake of his hands the only sign that he was affected by the words. Sonny had
almost memorised that letter. His mother’s love for the man was so obvious, as
was the devastation as he unceremoniously abandoned her. How her life had
changed at that point. She’d been unable to cope with a child, she’d lost her
job, her prospects and her future, coupled with her broken heart it had
condemned them both to the life of hell that was his childhood.
Finally folding the letter in half, Michael
looked up at Sonny and shook his head, “is this some sort of joke? I lose my
son and you step into his place. Is that what this is?”
Sonny took a defensive step back, he wasn’t
sure what reaction he’d expected from Oldbury, but it hadn’t been this,
disbelief. He was telling the truth, and the man who should have known about
him all along, who should have realised what was going on was doubting him.
“What
a coincidence that you are ‘given’ this letter the night you watched my son
murdered. You are a liar and an imposter.”
The emotion of actually coming to the house
was too much, but this venom, animosity was enough to tip him over the edge. He
snatched the letter from Michael’s hand, then tossed down a copy of the photos
that had accompanied it, he’d kept the originals safe, he wasn’t a fool. And he
wasn’t about to let Michael see how hurt he was feeling, how much his anger
upset him.
“Much
as you want to hate me, I didn’t orchestrate this, I wish anyone BUT the man
who is trying to ruin my life was my long lost father...but isn’t fate a bitch?
Don’t worry; I want nothing from you, nothing at all.”
With that he stormed out.
Abandoning Herman haphazardly near the centre
of their town, he stormed into the snooker club and ordered vodka. It wasn’t
one o’clock yet, and already he was knocking back alcohol, but that was deservedly
so in his mind. He’d had to avoid the pub; he wasn’t up to smug James, and even
less Jade. Instead he sought the relative anonymity of the pool hall.
Several guzzled drinks later he still wasn’t feeling
any brighter, he wished the ground would open up and swallow him as he was
struggling to function. But movement from his right made him look up, and stood
there was Martha. She understood everything, she knew him inside and out, and
as he dropped his head, he knew that he was close to tears. Instantly her arms
were around him, talking to him, reassuring him, telling him that it would work
out, and he rested into her, wishing he could vocalise the words that he wanted
to say, but instead burying his face into her neck.
After a few moments he felt he could lift his
head, look at her, and he saw the shock in her eyes as she stared at his
emotion ravaged face. He must look shocking, he felt it. Everything he’d ever
feared had come true, the man he’d fantasised about, longed to meet, the hero
of his childhood had turned him over, and he was devastated.
“Lucy
had gone to the shop and saw Herman abandoned, I feared the worst. What
happened?” Martha smiled warmly at him.
Sonny sighed, “I told him the truth, about
Scott - setting me up, me setting him up, and then I gave him the letter. He
accused me of preying on his vulnerability, calling myself his son when he’s
just lost his son. He thinks I’m making it up and that I’ve got an agenda.
Doesn’t he realise that I want nothing from him?”
Martha rubbed her hands along his upper arms
trying to offer him some warmth, “he will do. He’ll see that you’re telling the
truth, you’ll see.”
“And
then what? He realises that I’m no better than Scott? A useless drop out part
time criminal.”
She shook her head, “NO Carter, you are not
that, you are SO much more than him, you’re generous, caring,
helpful...funny...” She paused she could go on and list another dozen or more
positive traits, but now was neither the time nor the place. “You are nothing
like him, ok?”
“How
do you know that?” His voice cracked with emotion.
“Because
I know you, you’re a good man. Ok?”
He gave his head a shake to tell her he disagreed.
“Come home Carter, take your mind off this, I guarantee he’ll be looking for
you soon. OK?”
He shrugged then followed her out to the car.
LOVE this chapter Maro, Martha continues to be the perfect woman and I am starting to feel bad for Sonny.
ReplyDeleteWhat an idiot Micheal is ! I have a feeling he is not there to fix things with Sonny,, we shall se !
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Sarah, xx
Glad that the whole story is coming around and that Sonny's damages side is garnering some sympathy, he wants to be so much better than he is.
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I understand why Michael reacted like that. He didn't even know he had another son. Of course he was going to think it was a set up. Hopefully he'll see some sense. It's a great thing Martha is supporting Sonny, if she wasn't I dont know how he would cope with all that is happening. The both of them need each other and I hope they realise that soon. Thank you for the chapter. I enjoyed it :D Can't wait to continue reading.
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Thanks ST, you are right in that it's hard for them both. You'll see Michael's reaction, hope it works the way you hope!
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