I have written a different ending to the previous edition that is posted on Nifty as I had numerous letters of displeasure from you the readers about Jonathon’s death. So if you read the previous edition of part 3 on Nifty then the story is the same except the part where Jonathon exits the prison so you can read on from there.
Kazar made his way into the house and greeted his parents, they asked him about his day and he told them that he’d had a really wicked day out with Jonathon
He was just about to go into detail on the days events when his younger brother Collin burst into the room shouting, “Dad, daaad, I saw Kazar kissing a man in the car before he came inside.”
Mr Burton looked at his son, “Is that true Kazar?”
The boy was frightened but his mind quickly came to his rescue, “Yes dad but I only gave him a peck to thank him for a really nice day out.”
“No dad, it wasn’t a peck he kissed him on the lips and for quite a while.”
Mr Burton turned to his younger son and told him to return to his room he then told Kazar to take a seat when the boy was seated he said, “I want the truth Kazar and if I feel that your lying I won’t hesitate to have the police involved in the matter. Now what happened on your outing and I want all the details because boys don’t kiss men on the lips in appreciation for an outing.”
His thoughts from earlier in the day came flooding back and also what Jonathon had said would happen if they were ever discovered. At once his protective nature for Jonathon came to the front and he blurted out. “It wasn’t his fault dad, it was mine, I was the one who did the kissing and it was me that started all the other things.”
“What other things are you talking about Kazar.”
And the boy now realizing his mistake had no option but to recall the events of the day. By the time he had finished Mr Burton was furious although the boy pleaded with him that Jonathon had not wanted to do anything he was not prepared to listen to the boy’s pleas. His first action was to go to the phone and contact the police and after he had spoken to them a couple of detective constables were on their way to speak to him and the boy.
After an hour at the Burton residence the DC’s. made their way to Jonathon’s house they rang the bell and when Jonathon answered the door they asked to see a Mr Jonathon Blake.
“That’s me what did you want.”
Showing their identity cards one of the men asked, “Would you accompany us to the police station to help us in our enquiries about allegations made against you concerning indecent sexual acts against a minor, one Kazar Burton.”
Jonathon’s heart sank he had no idea what had happened that the police should be involved so soon after leaving the boy. Confronting the police he asked?
“Can I get my coat and inform my mother that I’m going out.”
They gave him permission though one of the officers stepped into the house to keep an eye on Jonathon at all times. He said goodbye to his mother put on his jacket and left the house that he had lived in since his birth never to return.
At the police station he was led into an interview room by the same officers that had come to the house and after cautioning him they began their questioning.
From the moment they mentioned what had taken place on the outing by the river and whether he wanted to deny the allegations Jonathon knew that the boy had revealed the events of the day and felt that it would be futile to deny it.
“Yes, what has been said is true and I admit to indecently assaulting the boy. He was very nai"ve and was easily led by me into committing the acts you mentioned.”
The officers read Jonathon his rights and asked him to sign a statement which he readily did taking full responsibility for what had happened between himself and Kazar.
The officers informed him that he would appear before a magistrate’s court the next day and he would be remanded in custody till then. He was led away to the cells and asked if he wanted anything to eat or drink. He asked for a cup of tea and was told it would be brought to him in due course and then the cell door was closed behind him.
He sat on the bed his head held in his hands wondering what had caused Kazar to reveal what they had done that day. He was sure the boy had not been averse to what had taken place and had actually started the proceedings. His mind went round in circles trying to find some reason for the boy confessing to what they had done until at last he arrived at the only possible cause for why he was here and that being, someone had seen them, but who?”
Jonathon slept in fits and starts and at daybreak he was up and pacing the cell. Later in the morning he was brought a breakfast of sorts which he had to more or less force down his throat but welcomed the cup of tea. He phoned his mother and informed her where he was, he refused to tell her over the phone the reason why but when she came to visit him he would divulge to her the reason for his incarceration.
After the hearing that day when the Magistrates had reviewed the case they referred the case to be heard in The Crown Courts. Jonathon was refused bail and remanded in custody till the date of the trial. His mother was allowed to visit him and to bring him a change of clothing, while they talked he informed his mother of what had taken place the day that he’d gone out with Kazar. Although he had not initiated proceedings he was to blame because he being the adult had not had the will power to stop the boy’s sexual advances. He expressed his feelings of regret at what had taken place and that he’d broken the trust of the boy’s parents when they had allowed the boy accompany him on the outing.
That was why he was going to plead guilty to all the charges to spare the boy and his parents from having to appear in court and hopefully that would make amends for his actions.
Mrs Blake pleaded with her son to change his guilty plea and to fight the case.
Jonathon was adamant and would not change his mind, he was held in remand for six months before his case came to court and in a matter of a day his plea of guilty to all charges his case was over and the words ringing in his ears. “You will be Detained at one of Her Majesty’s Prison for a period of Seven Years.
He just had time to glance at his mother who was quietly crying as he was led away to the cells.
The doorbell rang and Mrs Burton answered the door. The person standing on the doorstep was dressed in a grey pinstriped suit and looked to be in his late forties.
“Yes what did you want?” she enquired of the man.
“Good afternoon madam I’m Mr Hendry from the local Government Probation Office is this the residence of Mr and Mrs Burton.”
“Yes it is,” would you like to come inside.
“Thank you,” he entered the house and with Mrs Burton leading the way they arrived at the sitting room.
“Take a seat my husband is in the back garden I’ll just go and fetch him,” she left and returned within a minute with Mr Burton in attendance.
Again the man introduced himself to Mr Burton and when they were all seated he began.
“I’m here to inform you that Jonathon Blake has been paroled and is to be released within the month. The Probation Office thought it only proper that you the parents and also your son, who was abused by the man be informed of his imminent release. You’ll be pleased to know that he won’t be returning to this area in fact he won’t be returning to London at all so there should be know possible reason for him to cross your paths again. He will be placed,” and Mr Hendry was interrupted by the door bursting open and a young boy running in shouting, “Leave off Kaz I didn’t mean it,” followed by an older teenager. They both halted when they saw their parents sitting in conversation with a stranger and immediately apologised. Mr Burton told the younger boy to leave the room then turning to the older boy said, “You’d better take a seat Kazar this concerns you as well.
The eighteen-year-old with a questioning look on his face took a seat.
Again Mr Hendry repeated what he’d said earlier then looking at the teenager asked, “You shouldn’t be too concerned about Blake’s release as I was saying to your parents just as you came in he won’t be living in London and he’ll be put on a sex offenders list with his movements being closely monitored over the next three years.”
Kazar looking at Mr Hendry asked, “Where will Jonathon be living?”
“I’m sorry I can’t divulge that information to you but there is no reason for you to know of his whereabouts.”
“Of course there bloody is I want to see him again. Don’t you know that he took the blame for something that I did, and with the help of the police, my father, and the Crown Prosecution Services he was stitched up well and truly.”
“You were a minor at the time and you couldn’t be held responsible for your actions.”
“God you people are so bloody stupid, can’t be held responsible, listen to yourself, don’t you know that nowadays kids at fourteen know as much about sex as most adults and have been having sex for at least a year and in some cases longer. By fourteen I’d seen enough porn and had experienced heterosexual and homosexual sex to know what direction my sexuality was pointing in, and when I saw Jonathon he was what I wanted. But because like you the people concerned in the case were not prepared to listen to a fourteen-year-old and because Jonathon was prepared to take the blame for a sexual offense that in the most was exaggerated out of all proportion by the lawyers for the prosecution Jonathon was given seven years. I promised that when he came out of prison I’d find him and ask him to forgive me so if you can’t give me his address I’ll find it for myself.”
Mr Hendry sat silent for a moment before addressing Kazar, “Umm I umm don’t know what to say, I haven’t read the transcripts of the case only being transferred into this office six months ago. Maybe the sentence was a bit harsh judging from what you have just said, but the fact is that Jonathon Blake had sexual activity with a minor the person in question being you he had to be brought to trial. If he had allowed you to speak in his defence the judge might have been more lenient in his sentencing but for reasons only he knows why Mr Blake took full responsibility for what took place between the two of you. Now he’s being released and I’m sure he doesn’t wish to be reminded of the events that put him behind bars, if you intend on trying to find him I can’t stop you but before you do so I would advise you to discuss it with your parents,” addressing them all he enquired, “are there any other questions you would like to voice concerning his release.”
The Burtons all agreed that there was nothing further that they wanted to know, Mr Hendry arose from his seat and made to exit the house, at the front door Kazar suddenly called out, “Mr Hendry what is the date of Jonathon’s release.”
“Saturday the 21st of June,” he replied, “In two weeks time,” saying, “Goodbye,” to them Mr Hendry left the Burton household.
Inside the house there was a strained silence till Mr Burton turned to his son, “Do you hold me responsible for what happened to Jonathon Blake.”
Kazar looked at his father and collected his thoughts before answering, “I didn’t know about the charges that were brought against Jonathon till I read about them in the papers. I couldn’t believe all the lewd acts that he was charged with having committed, they were totally false and you all knew it. Now you ask me if I hold you responsible for what happened to Jonathon I don’t have to answer the question dad you answer it you have to live with your conscience not me.”
He turned and left his parents staring after him as he made his way to his room. Inside the room he made for his bed and sat on it then putting his head between his knees ran his hands through his hair he sat like that till he heard a faint tap on the door lifting his eyes he saw the door open and his mother walk in. He sat looking at her with a look of abject despair on his face. She walked over to her eldest son and took his face in her hands and looked into those vivid blue eyes that at the moment had the look of a little lost boy.
“Kazar, don’t worry son all is not lost.”
“Mum I just don’t know where to start looking for Jonathon, it was all right telling Mr Hendry that I’d find him by myself if I had to but that was just a load of bull. I haven’t a clue where to start.”
“Well how about his mother Kazar.”
“Muuumm, you know as well I do she sold the house and moved out because some of the neighbours were giving her a hard time about Jonathon, we don’t know where she went.”
“You and the rest of the family don’t know but I do, so do you want her address.”
Kazar stood up and looked down at his mother, he wrapped his arms around her and recalling the words that someone had uttered a few years back, “That’s the trouble with mothers they know too much,” he kissed her on the forehead, “Mum you’re an Angel in disguise.”
Mrs Burton broke free of her sons embrace and with a pretence of indifference said, “Stop fussing and let me give you her address.”
After supplying Kazar with Mrs Blake’s new location with a serious look on her face she said, “Kazar I never doubted what you said about what happened between you and Jonathon. That is why I have his mothers address I spoke to her before the trial and she told me she wanted Jonathon to fight the accusations brought against him but he refused, he didn’t want you to have to appear in court or your father or me for that matter he was prepared to take the blame and face the consequences. Now when Jonathon returns home after four years in prison I hope he can find it in his heart to forgive you and our family at what happened to him. For although at the start he went with the best of intentions prison can in turn make a lot of people return to society with an anger against the world for the injustice done to them.”
“I’m prepared to face that mum as long as I can tell him that it wasn’t me that made up the charges against him”
Mrs Burton left her son’s room to let him organise his thoughts, he had two weeks to get to Jonathon’s mother and to persuade her to let him be there when Jonathon returned home.
Kazar visited Mrs Blake a week before Jonathon was due to be released. The first time although she was expecting him when she opened the door she wasn’t quite sure who it was. The last time she’d seen him he had been 5ft 2ins tall and weighing 102lbs now he stood at 5ft 10ins but still on the slim side weighing 140lbs it was when she saw the vivid blue eyes set in the slightly tanned features that she smiled and said, “Kazar how nice to see you again, come inside,” and she led the way into the house.
They sat talking for hours she telling him what had happened to Jonathon and how he had been coping with prison life.
He had changed a bit because of the food which he didn’t enjoy he had lost some weight. He was less talkative than before this was due to the fact that he being a sex offender was kept away from the mainstream criminals mainly for his own safety, this meant that he had fewer people to come in contact with and had mainly to rely on books to keep his mind occupied.
He lay on his bed, it was well past midnight but he was too excited to sleep, this would be his last night in the Scrubs later in the morning he would be making his way out of the gates and to his new home in Buckinghamshire. His movements would of course be restricted but he would have a lot more freedom than he had at the moment. Although he did have to thank Detective Constable Walters for making his stay in prison a lot more pleasant that most of the other sex offenders in prison. It was only after he’d been beaten up a fortnight after he’d been in prison and DC. Walters came to visit him to make enquiries about the case and saw the condition that he was in. that from that day on his stay in prison improved and the warders in charge of him changed. One of the warders that he got friendly with told him that DC. Walters went straight to the Governor of the prison and within a week all the warders involved in the incident were sacked. He remembered DC. Walters, he was the younger of the two detectives that was involved in his case.
What Jonathon didn’t know was at the time of the investigation when they printed out the charge sheet the young detective knew that the some of the charges were false and that it was being done to guarantee a conviction and a prison sentence or in criminal jargon he was being fitted up. The young DC was unable to change the charges brought against the prisoner but it didn’t mean that was agreeable to what was done. When he went to visit Jonathon Blake in prison regarding the sex offenders list and getting relevant details from him when he saw the results of the beating Jonathon had received, the young detective made it a point of making sure by talking to the people in authority and advising against any future similar occurrences, Jonathon had a trouble free time during his stay in prison. So from that one and only visit by DC. Walters there was no repetition of what happened to him when he first entered prison.
By two am Jonathon eventually fell asleep but he didn’t sleep for long by 5.30am with the light streaming through his cell window he awoke to the realization that this would be his last day in prison.
By 11.00am with all the paper work done he approached the main gates carrying his bag with the possessions that he was allowed to keep while in prison and walked through the gates and out into the courtyard a free man of sorts.
He looked around and saw a few cars parked near by and directly across from him he saw a car door open and his mother stepped out, he smiled walked over to her and greeted her with a kiss. They quickly returned to the car and in a short space of time were on their way home. Jonathon couldn’t express the relief he felt to be out of prison and for the first time able to talk to his mother in four years without their conversation being overheard by a prison warder. The drive lasted about an hour with Jonathon relishing every minute of the drive even the traffic congestion in the city when they first started was a welcome sight to him.
They pulled into the driveway and parked outside the garage of a semi-detached property that Jonathon had never been inside but had only seen photos of. They left the car and his mother led the way round to the front door. Inside his mother showed him the lay out of the property, when he’d seen the downstairs she asked him if he would like a cup of tea which he agreed to.
“Take your bag to your bedroom Jonathon while I make the tea, the room is the second door on the left at the top of the stairs.”
“Okay mum be down in a sec.”
No hurry son, take your time.”
Jonathon following his mother’s instructions made his way to his room he opened the door walked in to see a young man standing by the bed, he didn’t need to be told who it was he smiled and walked over to the boy wrapped his arms around him in a welcoming embrace as a solitary word escaped his lips, “Kazar.”
He broke the embrace then stepped back to look at the boy who was now only a few inches shorter than himself but still very slim. The boy was smiling as tears coursed down his cheeks Jonathon raised his hands and cupping the sides of the boy’s face in his hands with his thumbs he gently brushed the tears from the boy’s eyes and cheeks. Kazar took one of the hands that brushed his cheeks then placed the palm over his mouth and nose and inhaled deeply the years flashed back to that day when he lay on the bed and inhaled the aroma from the mans pillows it was there again, he took the hand away saying, “You smell great.”
They stood looking at each other their eyes devouring every detail of the others features then the space between them lessened till their lips met and their tongues united again for the first time in four years. The emotions that ran through their bodies when their lips met cannot be described by mere words the absolute joy and contentment they felt as their arms enveloped each other, and as their tongues caressed and stroked its partner it carried them away from this mortal plain to be lifted into the heavens to a place and time that only lovers can attain, and where their very beings seemed to be momentarily joined as one.
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