Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 95: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Note from beyond!

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Two men sat in bed, both looking pensive. One was lost in thought, dreading what he was about to do...open an envelope. The other was worried about the other.

Jean Broody had planned everything. To celebrate how well their visit had gone, he'd plan on working Bradley's body...rocking it with pleasure to serve as a sweet climax to a beautiful day. They'd both had a very exciting day. They'd had no idea how it was going to go when they entered Bradley's childhood home which held a lot of bad memories.

Their excitement at the outcome had therefore been great. But the Bradley he'd left Yolanda Jackson's home with, was nothing like the excited man he'd left with Yolanda, after helping to create that beautiful musical harmony. Jean had silently wondered what the problem was as they drove to their hotel. He wondered what had been said between mother and son after he'd left them to wait for Bradley outside, to have made Bradley so...glum. He'd decided to wait until they got to the hotel to ask. But as they waited silently for the first traffic light they got to, to turn green, Bradley had pulled a letter out of his pocket and shoved it at him.

"Who is it from?" Jean had asked quietly, staring at the name on the envelope.

"My father apparently wrote it to me before he died." Bradley had said quietly. "Gave it to my mum to give it to me if she ever saw me again."

"Fuck!" Jean had sworn under his breath just as the light turned green.

He'd held on to the letter until they'd entered their room. Then he'd placed it on the bedside table, stripped Bradley, and then pulled him into the bathroom for a long shower, together. Immediately after stepping out of the shower, Jean had told Bradley that he needed to go downstairs to take care of some calls, which even to his own ears, sounded like bullshit. He'd only wanted to give Bradley some privacy to read whatever his father had written to him. But Bradley had quietly told him to stay.

Still naked from their shower, Jean had gotten into the bed first, sat with his back against the headboard and his legs spread, and then beckoned Bradley to come and sit between his legs. Bradley had done exactly that, resting his back against Jean's front with a tired sign. Jean had wrapped his arms around a somewhat tensed Bradley and just sat there with him until he'd felt him relax.

"You need to sleep," Jean said softly, dropping a kiss on Bradley's shoulder. Bradley hadn't slept at all the night before, on the yacht.

"I know." Came Bradley's quiet voice. Please give me the letter." He breathed.

Jean reached out and picked up the letter. He hesitated for a moment before giving it to Bradley. "I swear if that man..." Jean began in a growl but Bradley didn't let him finish.

"You can't do anything, Jean," Bradley said quietly, cutting Jean off. "He's already dead."

"Don't think I can't exhume that body," Jean muttered, scattering kisses along the back of Bradley's neck.

Bradley chuckled. "And what are you going to do with those old bones?"

"Burn it," Jean growled, making Bradley laugh softly.

"What are you now? A Winchester?" Bradley snorted.

"What's a Winchester?"

"Who... Sam and Dean Winchester. They're...never mind." Bradley signed. "It's not like the reverend is going to feel that burn all the way in...wonder where he is now."

"It will make me feel better even if he doesn't feel it." Jean watched as Bradley slowly began to break the seal on the letter. "Hey, calm down." He whispered when he saw how badly Bradley's hands shook.

Bradley paused after he opened the envelope and just took deep breaths. Then he raised his right hand to hold Jean's head, turned his head, and took Jean's mouth in a fierce kiss. Jean felt not only desperation but also violence in that kiss. He didn't kiss back with that same fervor but rather, softened his response and allowed Bradley to dominate the kiss...steer it however he wanted it. His man needed that and Jean gave it to him. By the time the kiss ended, Jean's lips felt bruised but he didn't mind at all. Bradley seemed calmer and that was all that mattered.

Without a word, Bradley released Jean's head, reach into the envelope, and pulled out the letter. It was a two-page letter, written in his father's bold handwriting. He began to read;

Son,

I must be dead. Because you wouldn't be reading this letter if I were alive. I would have wanted to look you in the eye and tell you all this myself. Too bad. I've never been one to beat about the bush if you can remember. And I'm not about to start now so here goes -

I am very sorry for kicking you out. That was harsh and uncalled for and I apologize. Sometimes anger makes people behave irrationally. But I must admit that my behaviour was even worse than irrational. I should not have taken out my anger on you because you were a victim. That's what I failed to realize on that fateful day and trust me, I regretted it for the rest of my life.

Please, do not be angry at your mother. She wasn't in agreement with how I behaved. She wanted to look for you but I wouldn't allow her because I was still angry. By the time I realized how stupid I was being, you were long gone and we couldn't find you. Thanks to my stupidity, you didn't enjoy your childhood as you were supposed to. Thanks to my stupidity, you've had to grow up without all the comfort and welfare that you are entitled to as my son. And thanks to my stupidity again, I never got to enjoy my son as every father should. I regret that.

I don't know what you've been through in life before this moment, son. I can only hope that a Good Samaritan helped you along the way. Because just thinking of the possible hardship and struggles that a young boy – without his parents has to go through to survive, makes me curse the day I was born into this world. I failed you, Jeffery. And all I can say at this point, is sorry. I regret that thanks to me, you lost the parental care that every person needs in their lives. Especially, your mother's.

I know I said a lot of hurtful and nasty things to you that day. I shudder to imagine the kind of impact those words have had on your life. It was wrong of me to allow all those cruel words to fall out of my mouth to the hearing of my child no matter how angry I was. To quote Bill Bullard, 'The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another's world..." This quote perfectly sums up my ignorance. I had no empathy, I behaved horribly, I couldn't let go of my ego, and by so doing, robbed us of a happy family life. I apologize.

I cannot end this without touching on what led to me kicking you out that day, Jeffery. I have already stated that I regret kicking you out. What I don't regret, however, is what I did to that animal. I would do it all over again, today. He didn't deserve to live after what he did to you. Although taking his life had been an accident, I am glad I did. I don't know whether you are a father now. If you are, just picture your kid in that same – situation

osition. If you're not yet a father, you will understand me better when you become one. No father should see what I saw that day. I don't know how being dead works exactly but if it's a whole new world – as some people say it is, then if I see that animal anywhere around there, I'll kill him again.

This letter is not to ask for your forgiveness because what I did to you is unpardonable. It is just to let you know how sorry and ashamed I am for what I did to you. I love you, son. Once again, accept my most sincere apologies.

God bless you.

Your Father.

After reading the letter for the second time, Bradley quietly passed it to Jean to read. Keeping an arm around Bradley, Jean took the letter and read it too. Without making any comment, he folded the letter and placed it on the bedside table. Then he wrapped both arms around Bradley again.

"Are you okay?" Jean asked softly. At Bradley's nod, Jean sighed with relief. "Good."