Mothers Mayhem Part 4

Chapter 242-3

Mothers Mayhem

Part 4

 

Once the Lawyer had my statement he left the room to meet with the rest of us, which was a long list of fathers and all my friends that were roughly my age, which meant it was going to be a very long night. Stringum had more than one lawyer, he had a whole team of them as they made their way down the line as Tony and his boys went to gather evidence.

Even though it was a duplication considering, it was the cop’s job to gather it. Yet being as it was late, they couldn’t gather much of it do to the roads were closed going to and from Heber. Well least not for Stringum and Tony, as they flew a chopper and woke up anyone they needed to wake up to get into the school or business we owned. That could verify everyone’s location.

Hotels were easy considering they were open 24/7, but being as it was the cop’s job to track down the evidence. It meant all of us boys and our fathers had to spend the night in jail. To wait until morning so the judge could set bail, it wasn’t a question if we couldn’t make bail. Not with Stringum, Bishop Earl and Mr. Vincent. It was nothing more than a waiting game.

We were taken too main central jail known as E Block, which was one of the five buildings they have here in Salt Lake City where all the prisoners go before they are sentenced to a hard time according to our Lawyers anyway. For me, it was just another day in the life of Nate Carrion as I got on the big prison bus. Each of us was either sitting alone or with our fathers. Dad being as big as he took the entire seat as they placed me in the one across from him, plus he, Mr. Vincent and Landan was to be my bunk-mates. We were then chained down to prevent us from moving out of our seats like common criminals.

Paul was the last one to take his seat two seats over as he got the pleasure of the company of one of the officers that were taken to our new digs. The bus was ice cold. I wasn’t sure if that was on purpose considering we weren’t given coats, blankets or any outer covering, just the prison garb that they forced us to wear, with a number on the back and on our shirt pocket.

All I can say I never looked good in orange. In fact, none of us did, well except for Paul as he growled pervert to me as he was about to take his seat. I smiled at him and said. “Please make yourself at home, considering this where you are going to end up, you and your friends;” which got the response I wanted as he lunged at me like an angry bear, earning him a smack down with the nightstick. Dad gave me a smile, as he told me to behave myself.

I raised my hands showing him my handcuffs, said, “But Dad you taught me the best kind of bully is one that is angry, and the angrier he gets the more stupid he gets.”

Dad said. “True, son; but Paul is looking for any excuse to frame you and us.”

Paul said. “Thing is pervert you and your gay Dad as well as all your gay friends, won’t need my help to frame you. When the truth sets me free so to speak as you all rot in prison, and the State pays me a ton of money for helping them put you all way. Not too mention how grateful your father will be when the judge throws away the key, for the lack of evidence as I tell him everything.

“I am sure he can’t wait to hear all the things my lawyer is going to tell him regarding your past and this con game you are playing, using false identities and such… just so you and your gay friends can live high off the hog, f*****g each other and sucking each other's c***s and raping woman and children. Your father and I are holding all the cards. While you songbirds get what’s coming to you. That should teach you for messing with me and my friends.”

His guard told him, “keep talking and you will find my fist down your throat.” 

Dad smiled and said. “Please tell me more Paul we would all like to hear how you often you rape your two older boys and tried to rape my son Nate here. Or should we talk about how many times you have raped his sister Becky who is no older than your oldest boy Robert? Or should we talk about how many other boys you have raped in your home and your friends home?

“You may think you hold all the cards, but trust me when we sing the only persons in the cage will be you and your friends.” Paul gasped I wasn’t sure if it was because of the nightstick that found his stomach or the fact Dad told him and everyone here all the things Paul has done just over the last few months.

Instead, I nodded and kept my mouth shut the rest of the way as Jeff slid into the empty seat next to me. I linked with him, said. “Come to gloat? Or help? I did what you told me too and look where I am, and everyone else.”

Jeff smiled and said. “Could be worst, you wouldn’t have any evidence at all if I hadn’t told you in advance what was about to go down. I didn’t tell you would spend the night in Jail because of it. Knowing you most likely wouldn’t have done exactly what I told you to do. You will be free soon enough and causing trouble once more. Now then since you aren’t going anywhere, I have some news that will really make this a nice vacation.”

He told me he had tracked down all of Paul’s friends, and I learned that beating my father got was planned in advance, by him and Paul that my father promised to pay him and his friends 5,000 each if they made it look good. He even paid them to have sex with Susan and Becky and smack them around a little bit so they could say I did it. Which I am sure Susan had no problem in doing.

He and his friends were to ransack his home and do as much damage they could so he could collect from his home insurance. And to make sure to take a list of the items he told them to take and put them inside my car and everyone sees me or someone like me drives away in it. Then have them drive around the church house and he would come out and they would beat him, just enough to leave a few bruises and my father would do the rest.

Then Paul was to follow me and incriminate me, with all the evidence inside my car when the police came finding me at the hotel and with my car with all the evidence tying me to it. The thing was Tony had ruined Paul’s escape route, where his friends were supposed to meet him at the hotel where we were staying and Paul couldn’t get out of the car because the cameras would have seen him. So when the cops came they found Paul instead of me, because I was smart enough to stay inside the hotel.”  He said. “So it’s not as bad as it could have been if you didn’t listen to me.

“Now Tony and his team will be doing all the leg work, as I have told Tony and Stringum where too find his friends and some of the evidence that could tie them and Paul to it. Now be a good boy and keep your mouth shut until you can talk freely without Paul and all these cops hearing about it.”

He then vanished once more and I smiled at Dad giving him two thumbs up and took my two fingers giving him a sign we had developed that Jeff was just passing me some vital information which was my thumb and two fingers circling it. Dad smiled giving the sign that said he understood which was two fingers tapping his right arm.

It wasn’t a long ride as my teeth started to chatter a little bit as we pulled up to the builder known as E west building structure were E Block was. We were divided 4 to a cell and taking nearly the entire two rows. It could have been a lot worst really, but we had friends in high places like my old friend Mr. Kenly who was now the new Police Chief of Box Elder County. He saw to it that we were treated to the best accommodation they had to offer, which was not being locked up with the main prison population. Well except for Paul of course, who was on a different block, and was either waiting for sentencing in the morning or spending the night in the drunk tank.

Personally, I didn’t care, as we made a line as we walked down the rows to our cells. At least it was warmer than the bus, as the cells all closed at the same time as we were motioned forward so they could remove the handcuffs. We were told lights out in five, as I took top bank and Dad took bottom bunk. Letting Landan and Mr. Vincent fight over the other two. Once we had made our bunks Dad us had an impromptu meeting.

Dad explained that my friend Jeff had paid me a visit while we were on the bus. Dad opened the floor to me considering I was the one that had all the information, well except Greg, and Eli. Who was informing his Dad, Mr. Benson, and his oldest boy; everyone else like Bishop Sakes, and his two boys and Mr. Olsen and Jake? As well as Mr. Knox and Bishop Clark and his older boy would be updated once we were released or when we could gather as a group. It was like one big father’s and sons camp out.

Dad summed it up best as we whispered quietly in our cell. “Leave to Jeff to hold all the best cards to himself. Well, there’s nothing more we can do tonight except pray that we only have to spend one night in the can.” It was a statement we all agreed with as we climbed into our bunks; hearing loud relaxing farts echo the cells down the row and everyone giggling. I thought of Rhoda and how good she looked tonight, and fell asleep pretending that she was next to me in my arms. I had forgotten how loud Dad was when it comes to his snoring, but it felt good having him here with me.

We were woken around 7 am and led to the showers and given new prison clothes to wear. Then lead to the dining hall for breakfast that tasted like anything except breakfast. Powered eggs and dry toast even the hash browns weren’t exactly hash browns. The only thing that was anything worth tasting was the small carton of milk. While we whispered silently about our disgusting breakfast, watching the other prisoners like Paul make it through the line and were told sit and keep their mouth shut across the aisle from us, watching the guard leave to stand against the far wall, not caring about what happens to any of us, knowing it was already a powered keg between us and Paul; which said some money must have changed hands.

Paul smiled at me as he pointed in my direction. I overheard him say. “You boys want a nice piece of a*s, everyone one of those young bucks will gladly bend you over as you f**k the hell out of them. I should know, considering I have many times, and his two sisters and his fat pig of a mother as they each of them spread their legs for me like it was Christmas.” Paul got up and came over and Dad, and Mr. Vincent and Landan stood in their way. Paul leaned in pushing his fingers into Dads' chest. We waited for the guards to stop him, but instead, they pretended not to see it.

Paul said. “I fucked your two boys Arthur and Shawn just like I did your pervert son Eric, Nate or whatever you call this piece of garbage that nobody wants. I fucked your other boys as well when you weren’t looking. They screamed just like a girl in heat. I am looking forward to doing it again once I am free and your wife and two daughters. While you are locked in here, while these fine gentlemen see to it that they make your stay here pleasant and very rewarding for them. I say we teach these girls what life is going to be like.”

Dad smiled at him and made a fist and shoved him back with his other hand, gave him a nice punch to the jaw and swept his legs from underneath him as Paul and his new friends scooted back as Mr. Vincent and Landan quickly took care of business. The whistle blew as the guards came running forcing everyone one back. Dad smiled seeing the damage he had done to Paul’s face as he held his nose watching the blood dripping between his fingers as was crying that Dad broke his nose.

The other men that were with Paul didn’t fair any better as Dad, Mr. Vincent and Landan were told to face the wall as they handcuffed them. While the guards took them to the infirmary and cleared the dining hall as we were treated roughly and forced back into our cells. Dad and they didn’t come with us. In fact, we didn’t see them until we all met up in the courtroom with our team of lawyers.

Paul smiled, sitting alone with only one lawyer. He looked like hell with a black eye, fat lip, and two missing teeth, with a huge bandage on his nose that was stuffed with gauze indicating Dad did break his nose. There wasn’t a single scratch on Dad, Mr. Vincent, and Landan nor any new bruise I could see. But they did groan in pain as they limped to their seats, which stated the guards had roughed them up a little. Stringum leaned over and Dad said nothing more than a slap and tickle. Stringum smiled, patting him on the shoulder as we waited for the judge to enter.

All our families were behind us as they each gave us a warm smile. Only one person was in Paul’s corner which was Jennie and she looked pissed as Paul asked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She said. “Testifying against you, you pig so they can hull your a*s away.”