I decided to use a photo prompt this week. It fits the story
Weds Brief Oct 16th
“Ben!” Tom’s heart was pounding and all hell broke loose as the ‘calvary’ in the form of Lancaster’s finest rushed through the front door while he and Freddy came through the back.
An older man was lying on the floor; a gun lay across the room. “That fucking gay bastard kicked me!”
Ben sat in a chair in the middle of the room, his hands shackled behind him. “You tried to kill me, you asshole.”
Tom rushed over to his man and wrapped him in a bear hug. “Oh Ben, I thought I’d lost you.”
“You have no right to barge in here like this.” The police had pulled the man off the floor.
“And who do we have the honor of speaking to?” Freddy asked him.
“Jethro Steele. This man was trespassing and I was keeping him here until I called the police.”
“Well, Mr. Steele, we have a warrant to search this place for Ben Meyers. It looks like we found him.” Freddy looked over at Ben, who was still wrapped up in a cocoon Tom had created. “You’re under arrest, Mr. Steele.”
“Arrest? For what?” Jethro’s eyes blazed like fire.
“Kidnapping, for one, and a host of other charges that will be thrown at you.”
“We’re only doing God’s work, officer.” Jethro didn’t struggle as another officer put the handcuffs on him.
“God’s work?” Freddy could never believe these self-righteous crackpots that hid behind religion to justify their bigotry.
“Yes, homosexuality is an abomination and we need to wipe out the evil among us.” Jethro spit out his words of hate at the group.
“You have a right to disagree with a person’s lifestyle, but you don’t have the right to commit a crime against that person.” Freddy nodded at the other officers to take him away after he’d been given his Miranda rights.
“Where the fuck are the keys to these shackles!” Tom cried out. He was appalled at Ben being shackled like some animal.
They searched the room and found the keys in a desk drawer. “Here, Tom.” Freddy was the one who found them and he handed it over to him.
“Hold on, sweetheart. I’ll get you out of these.” Ben sagged against Tom; his arms ached from being kept in one position too long. “I’m taking you to the hospital and then home.”
“I’ll meet you at the hospital, Tom. We’ll want to question Ben,” Freddy told him.
“We’ll see how he feels after he’s been checked out.” Tom helped Ben out of the church and into his car. The drive to the hospital was a silent one. Ben barely said two words the whole way. Tom was worried; it wasn’t like Ben to be so quiet.
“Let’s get you into the emergency room.” Tom parked the car in front of the door to the ER and helped his man inside.
After a full check up, Ben was given a clean bill of health. Except for some bruising from the handcuffs, he was going to be okay…physically.
“Do you need anything, Ben? I mean is there anything I can do for you?” Tom had helped him inside and sat Ben on the living room couch. Ben had still remained very quiet.
“Yeah, I’d like you to kill the SOB that did this to me.”
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