The Beckett House

Chapter 6: Greg and Charles

Indy's Point of View:

Decker and Kaz came busting through the office doors. I knew Kaz said he would bring Decker but I still kinda hoped he wouldn't. I knew if it was just Kaz I could probably calm him down but there was no calming the both of them. There eyes were darting around and when they finally saw me they both ran and gave me a hug.

(Kaz) - "Look at you Indy. A busted lip and bruised eye yet your still kickin'. I'm proud of you."

(Decker) - "I want names. Now."

I shook my head no because I knew if Decker found out who it was he would beat them up. What they did was wrong but you can't fight evil with evil.

(Kaz) - "Look Indy, I promise of you tell me I won't hurt them and I will make sure Decker doesn't loose his cool either. But I do want to have a talk with them.

It was a trap. Kaz had always been a terrible liar and I could see right through it so again I shook my head no. Decker threw the clothes he had in his hand at me and started yelling.

(Decker) - "Go change out of those bloody clothes and go to class. And where the fuck is the principal?"

I got up to go change and I could see some of the other kids that were waiting push themselves against the part of there seat that was furtherst from my brother. I hated that he scared them after all they didn't do anything.

Decker's Point of View:

A woman came out of the office in the corner after I had yelled.

"Is that seriously what I have to do to get a problem solved around here, yell?"

(Ms. Dean) - "No it is not, patience is. But I will see you now."

She retreated back into her office and Kaz and I followed behind her. After Kaz had shut the door behind him she gestured for us to sit which Kaz did but I had to much adrenalin to sit.

(Ms. Dean) - "What is it that I can help you boys with?"

"I think Indy's busted up face makes it pretty clear!"

My blood was boiling. I wanted names and then to leave not small talk.

(Ms. Dean) - "I'm sorry but she was told to call her father. Both of you look like you belong in school right now."

(Kaz) - " Look, he's about to blow any second so all conversation will go through me now. Indy is our sister and our father is on a business trip. And yes we do belong in school but Decker is currently expelled and I got a call that my sister needed me. All we want is the names of the kids that roughed her up and then we'll be on our way seeing as you have our whole life story now."

I was pacing back and forth. And was even more agitated that my little brother felt the need to talk for me but I knew I needed to calm down or we would get no where.

(Ms. Dean) - "I'm sorry but I can't disclose that information to you."

I was about to start screaming at her but somebody beat me too it

(Desk Worker) - "Ms. Dean! Ms. Dean we need you now! Hurry!"

(Ms. Dean) - "Excuse me, gentlemen."

She hastily left and as soon as the door shut behind her me and Kaz exchanged looks with eachother and I knew he was thinking the same thing.

I snatched the file that was laying on her desk and began skimming through its contents trying to find names. I finally came across the names of Greg Finch and Charles Stewart. In the file it said they got three days of lunch detention. This enraged both Kaz and I. Hearing that they barely got a slap on the wrist it sealed our plan to rough em up a bit after school let out. Usually I would never fathom hitting a kid but nobody messes with a Beckett.

Kaz and I left before Ms. Dean ever got back and we waited outside the school seeing as there was only 30 minutes left before the dismissal bell.

Kaz's Point of View:

Around the 20 minute mark of waiting I turned around to see Decker with a rusted metal pipe in his hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I want to hurt 'em as much as you do but we don't need a murder charge. Put it down. Feeling the blood on your hands will be more satisfying anyways."

He chuckled a bit knowing I was joking and handed me a cigarette from his pocket along with a lighter.

(Decker) - "So whats the game plan?"

"Scare the fuck out of them. Humiliate them a bit and if they get cocky or still think they're the shit thats when we throw hands. No head shots so it ain't obvious, stick to areas that are covered by clothes. If it comes down to it you run and I'll take the blame because I have a prestine record and im younger."

(Decker) - Fuck that. I ain't runnin'. Your right you do have a good record which is why you ain't gonna take the blame.

The bell rang and our eyes darted towards the doors. Scanning every kid that walked out the door looking for the two boys that needed to get they're ass handed to them.

Time moved slow but they're faced finally showed. Decker cut them off as they tried to cross the street and I stood behind them making sure they couldn't run. We were at an angle that prevented anyone from seeing what was going on and close enough to the playground they're screams would be mistaken for children playing.

"So, you think its fun to hit girls? You know where I come from we call people who like to hit girls bitches. You want to know what happens to bithces?"

I planned on letting them answer but Decker had zero patience.

(Decker) - "We treat 'em like bitches. Now get on the fucking ground.

They stood there. They were shocked. I shoved one from behind making him trip and fall.

"Don't make him say it again!"

The shock wore off and now they were terrified. We made them do some meaningless stuff like touching there nose or singing the ABC's just to make sure they knew who was in control.

(Decker) - "You still think it's funny to beat up girls? You gonna lay your hands on a girl again? Let me ask you a question, when you get in trouble at home what happens? So your parents coddle you? Ground you?

Decker was going off script and I was confused but I wanted to see where this went.

(Greg) - "My, my parents talk about it with me and then we talk about how we can both do better in the future, sir."

(Charles) - "Sometimes my parents won't let me go and play with my friends."

(Decker) - Well guess what. In my house disobedient kids get spanked and thats exactly whats going to happen to you boys. Now stand up and drop your pants.

I was shocked to say the least but I didn't stop him because I figured a spanking was better than getting beaten to a pulp. Plus they were spoiled little rich kids and they needed a few good smacks. Surprisingly they did as they were told with complaint I think they were just ready for it to be over with. Decker grabbed Greg by the arm and guided him over his lap. Greg was crying by the third smack but Decker continued until he got at least twenty in. I was still watching Charles to make sure he didn't run off but I couldn't fully pay attention because I was in utter shock especially after Decker pulled down his briefs and gave him another fifteen. His butt was a deep red and I knew it hurt bad. Once Decker figured he had enough he turned him loose and we watched him run down the street in tears. Charles got the same thing as Greg. The same number, the same rythym, the same force, and he cried the same tears. Once both the boys had gotten spanked me and Decker walked home.

I asked what came over him and he simply said he wanted to see how much he could get away with. Sometimes he scared me. He literally spanked two boys on the bare butt just to see where the line was drawn. We decided not to tell Indy because we knew she would be upset even though we knew she would find out eventually.