Home Is With You

35 • Richard or Gene

Homer's pov

Arriving at the lounge I help Jeremy out the car as he was visibly limping. Getting inside I set Jeremy down on the couches.

A waiter came over taking our orders before disappearing. "About what you said earlier. It's about time you said it back." I say kissing his temple. "What do you mean?" He asked as he looked at me. "Jeremy Gorman, you incredibly sexy man you are slightly dense. I've been telling you for awhile." I said to him chuckling. He thought for a minute his brow furrowing before it came to him. His mouth dropping as his eyes widen. "I really am dense." Remy sighed shaking his head. Shrugging I bring him into my chest kissing his forehead.

The waiter came and set our orders down on the couch. Hearing a phone ring I watch as Jeremy picks it up. "Oh hi Georgia. Homer and I are just at the lounge." Jeremy smiled as I cut into my steak. "Georgia wants us to come over tomorrow for dinner." He says to me. "What are you cooking tomorrow?" Remy asks as I play with her hair.

"Sounds good. We'll be there." He said before hanging up. "Why do we have to go to Georgia's tomorrow?" I hum. "She says she wants us to spend some time together. Plus she's making chicken pot pie." He says sipping on his burbon. 

"Okay. I'm going to the bathroom baby watch my drink for me." I say softly. Walking away to the bathroom, I glance around not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

Going in the bathroom for no more than five minutes I hear shouting. Quickly finishing washing my hands, I practically run out the bathroom seeing the commotion.

Jeremy is slumped on the couch, his green eyes unfocused and blurry. The employees were keeping a man away from Jeremy as people called 911. Going over to Jeremy I tap his cheek but his head lulled to the side. Standing up I look at the man the staff were holding back knowing he had done this to Jeremy.

Brown eyes clash with blue ones as I glare at the man that's been tormenting Jeremy. "What happened?" I grunted towards the staff as I glared at this man.   "When you went to the restroom, this man came in and sat down by your friend. They started conversating. We thought everything was fine. Until one of our staff noticed that this guy slipped something in your friend's drink. I saw your friend sip from his drink. This man tried taking your friend out of here, practically carrying him. We immediately pulled this man away and that's when you came out the restroom." The staff said as they struggled to hold onto the bastard.

Leaning forward to his ear, "You're going to jail, Richard." I say before backing away taking pleasure in how his eyes widen.

I finally knew Jeremy's abuser name. I finally had a name to put to his face. I know I told Jeremy that I wouldn't do anything as far as bodyguards, hire a private investigator, etc. But once I saw how paranoid and stressed he was, I did get a private investigator.

Apparently Richard grew up with a neglectful mother, abusive father. Raised in a conservative household, he bully and harrased anyone he felt was weak. Put a kid in the hospital at fifteen, but seeing as his father was a politician. He was never charged. Richard entered the air force at eighteen. twenty five when he went AWOL from the Air Force. Changed his name to Gene Brown at twenty six. He had been in numerous relationships with women 6and men that always ended with him in police custody but he never did any time. 

What Jeremy doesn't know is that I've been gathering every piece of evidence I could on this guy. Turning to the door as I hear police come in slapping on a pair of hand cuffs on Richard or Gene. Looking back at Jeremy I see the EMT's putting him on a stretcher. "What hospital?" I ask them as I grab my keys.

"Saint George." The EMT's replied. Following the ambulance, we quickly reach the hospital where they rush Jeremy inside. Taking a seat, knowing causing a scene would get me no where, I bounce my leg in worry. I know Jeremy would be okay but the worry that he ingested too much of the drug.

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"Gorman." I hear the doctor call out. Standing up, I go straight over to the doctor. "The patient is okay. I was informed that he ingested a date rape drug. We found GHB or gamma hydroxybutyric acid. We pumped his stomach but we would like to keep him here overnight. You may see him, room 4b, please excuse me." The doctor said before walking away. 

Going directly to the room, I see Jeremy looking at his hands. "Jeremy, baby how are you feeling?" I ask him nearing the bed. "I don't know. I feel like a fool for downing that drink but on the other hand I want to kill that guy." Jeremy said clenching his fist.

Hugging him I press gentle kisses to his hair as I feel him clench my shirt in his hands. "Excuse us. We would like for you to tell us what happened tonight." I hear pulling away from Jeremy. I listened as Jeremy today them what happened at the lounge.

Once the officers finished questioning Jeremy I stood up. "Where are you going?" Remy said. "I have something to give these officers. It's in my car." I say to him. Leaving the room I quickly go to  my car fetching the file that I have on Richard. Double checking that all the information is in the file.

Entering back inside the room I hand the file to the officer. "As you probably know I'm Homer Watson. This man has been bothering my boyfriend for the last two weeks. I hired a private investigator to get information everything from childhood to recently is in their. I will personally see to it that he is in jail. Don't let that information be a waist, you'll be next if it does." I grunt narrowing my eyes.

The police officers could barely look me in the eyes as they nodded firmly. Feeling Remy's fingers in hand I sigh before the officers leave. "Thank you Homer." Remy sighed softly.