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Homeward Bound

by David Graham 9 months ago in Mystery · updated 9 months ago

A guy gets called in to work by his girlfriend, and the consequences are life changing

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As I dropped to my knee, I rested my blood-soaked hand against the gravestone, I still couldn’t believe the name written on it. But it had happened, and all I could think about was the day where all this began. That day in The Raging Bull.


I stepped out of the taxi and looked at the big sign above the battered old building, The Raging Bull. From the outside you would think this place would be full of the lowest of the low, it was supposed to look that way, but inside it was a different story. This was the home of the Bullark gang, and I was soon led through the rough and tough main bar and down into their true den.

“Hey, Robbo,” said Sienna, who looked exceptionally attractive today. Her hair was a long and thick luscious natural red, her make-up was meticulously applied, and her outfit was as provocative as ever. But also as elegant – at least for the standards of this place anyhow. Skin hugging jeans along with a vest top which did little to hide her substantial bust.

I stepped behind the bar and she gave me a big cuddle along with a couple of kisses, both on the lips. “Thank you so much for coming in today, I feel so much better with you here.”

Sienna worked behind the bar, so did I, that was how we got together. She was in her early thirties, and I was in my early twenties, but I didn’t care about age, I just cared about how happy we were together. Jedediah, who had raised me said that I was mad to date her, date an older woman he said that’s fine, but not an older woman like her. She’s got trouble written all over her.

Maybe he was right, I had never been able to decide. In the end I didn’t care, I loved her. “What’s this all about?” I asked – I’d already asked on the phone this morning when she requested that I come in, I wasn’t supposed to be working today, but she had pleaded with me not to ask questions.

“I just feel safer with you here,” she said.

I knew what that meant. You see there was a reason such an attractive woman was behind this bar, and it wasn’t just because she was good at pouring drinks. She was the eye candy, and though the Bullarks were good to her and treated her with respect, they didn’t seem to have a problem with the people they made deals with not doing the same. But Sienna never had a problem letting those outsiders know that she expected to be treated with respect. That’s why the Bullarks had hired her. She knew how to hold her own. So I was really confused by her nervous state.

“Is there a deal going down today or something?” I asked.

Just at that moment a man I’d never before seen entered the bar. He looked to be in his early fifties, with him was a younger guy, probably late twenties. They looked rich gang types, the Rolex watches on their wrists a dead giveaway, but they also looked like they knew how to handle themselves, especially the younger one, the question was who were they? A gangland boss and his bodyguard maybe? I was to about ask Sienna if she knew, but before I could she said that she had to do something in the back and asked if I would serve them.

In all the time I had known Sienna, which was now nearly two and a half years, I had never seen her afraid. But as she hurried into the back I had no doubts, she was afraid. That scared me. What was going down here?

“Two whiskeys on the rocks,” said the guy in his early fifties, a hardened and grisly voice.

They were both staring at me so I walked over, grabbed two glasses, and poured them their drinks. I didn’t ask for money – if you were in this bar everything was free. My job along with Sienna’s was simply to serve the drinks.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” I asked.

“Just information.”

I never liked it when they said that. “I don’t have any information to give, Jimmy Bullark will confirm that,” I said.

“No he won’t, he’ll confirm that you’re to speak to me. The girl as well wherever she is.”

He passed me over his phone. Jimmy was on the line, and Jimmy confirmed that Sienna and me were to pass on any information that we could to this guy. That unnerved the hell out of me, who were we dealing with here? Sienna clearly knew, why hadn’t she told me? In fact, I wondered if it had been Jimmy who had told her to get me to come in here today? If it had been why hadn’t she just said that?

The guy took the phone back from me. “About ten years back,” the guy continued, “my little brother was seeing this girl, one night they go out on the town, then poof, never seen again.” He pulled out a picture, showed it to me. A smiling couple, the guy looked in his early thirties while the girl looked in her early twenties. She also looked a little bit like Sienna, it definitely wasn’t her though. She had slightly different facial features, also she had straight blonde hair – unlike Sienna’s luscious natural red.

“Sienna, get your ass out here,” the guy said. Sienna did not come out, but on the guy calling again, this time much firmer, she emerged.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, Billy, I don’t know what happened to them! It’s not just your brother that went missing, it was my little sister!”

Her words shocked me. Her little sister? I never knew she had a sister let alone that she was missing?

“I know you don’t know what happened to them, but I think that we can finally work it out. That’s why I need your help. You want to know what happened to your little sister don’t you?”

“I know what happened, your little brother got her involved in some gang war and she was collateral damage!”

“That’s not what happened. The police have found my little brother’s body, there was no one else with him. That means that your little sister must be alive, but I think that you already know that, and I think that you know where she is. And you’re gonna tell me where she is because I know that she knows who killed my little brother.”

The look in the guy’s eyes, I’d seen that look before, he meant business. Real business. And he proved that fact a second later when he pulled out a gun and directed it straight at me. My heart immediately started to pound.

“This is your loverboy isn’t it?”

“I don’t know anything,” Sienna said. “I swear I don’t know anything!”

He cocked the gun. “Well, you better start knowing something because if you don’t, when I hit the count of three, I’m going to shoot him in the kneecap, then I’m gonna shoot him in the other kneecap, then I’m gonna shoot him in the hand, then the other hand. And I’m gonna keep shooting him until either you talk or he is-”

A shotgun sounded, the bullet hit the guy flush in the back. On reflex he released a round himself, the shot hitting me in the gut. The younger guy pulled out a gun and swung around, but before he could open fire a second shotgun shot sounded. It hit him flush in the chest.

As they both fell to the ground, I turned my head in the direction of the bar entrance, a blonde-haired girl was stood there, shotgun in hand. She slowly walked over and checked that both the men were dead. As she did so I finally looked down at my gut and saw the gaping wound, the blood gushing out.

“Put your hand here,” Sienna said. “Apply pressure. Quickly, Robbo.”

I did as told and she began trying to patch me up, but as she continued to speak I lost sense of what she was saying, consciousness was leaving me. What happened next, I had no real clue, I just remembered flashes of her helping me out of the back entrance, flashes of her helping me into a car. The next clear memory I had was waking up in a hospital bed, but there was no sign of Sienna, just Jimmy Bullark.

“How you doing, kiddo?” Jimmy said stood beside me.

“What happened?” I said.

“Them bitches stitched us all up, that’s what. Dumped you outside a hospital, you’ve no idea how much it’s just cost me to fix this mess up.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Sienna and Alexa, they’re the ones who killed Billy’s little brother, Jonno. Alexa had wanted out, but Jonno wouldn’t let her leave so Sienna and her fixed up to snuff him so that she could. Made a good job of it as well, just unlucky that the mayor decided to give planning permission at the place they buried the body.”

“Where is Sienna?”

“Long gone. But you’re going to help us find-” Before he could finish his sentence, the silenced bullet hit him flush in the heart, it had come through the window. He looked at me, eyes wide in shock, then died. Two further silenced gunshots sounded, the hospital room door then opened, Sienna. She was dragging in a body, she then quickly dragged in a second body. Jimmy’s men.

“Come on, Robbo, get dressed,” Sienna said dragging me out of the bed. “We have to get out of here.”

I did as I was told, still in total shock. She then helped me into my clothes and then out of the hospital, and into a car. Alexa was in the driver's seat, a sniper rifle beside her. Immediately she accelerated away.

The next time I woke, it was Sienna sitting beside me, holding my hand. I was in a motel room, and they had hooked me up to a drip.

“How are you?” she said in a tentative voice, like she did not know what to say.

“I’ve been better,” I said.

She smiled. And she certainly did have a beautiful smile.

“I got shot,” I said, the effect of seeing her smile sharply wearing off, everything that had happened rushing back to me.

“I know… I’m so sorry… That wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“My God,” I said, “you shot Jimmy Bullark…”

I started babbling incoherently, recounting everything that had just happened. I was having a full-blown panic attack. But Sienna, she just kept saying my name, Robbo, Robbo, Robbo. She then suddenly said it with blistering authority: “Robbo!”

“What?” I said.

She stared at me long and hard for a moment. Then she said the words that changed my life forever. “Marry me.”


Sienna Johnson, that was the name on the grave. My name was Robert Johnson. In the moments after asking me to marry her, she had said that me getting shot had made her realise she never wanted to live without me. The fact that she had asked me at that moment though, after everything that had happened. I should have said no. I didn’t, I had said yes. Sixty years we had now been married, sixty magical years, but just last week she had passed away peacefully in her sleep.

I attempted to stand, but the bullet wound to my gut was now hitting home. I looked to my left and saw the son of Jimmy Bullark walking towards me. All this time we had evaded them. No more. He raised the gun to my head. I closed my eyes. I was going home.


Written as an entry for the SFS 5: Raging Bull challenge.

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David Graham

Due to injury I write using voice dictation software! Lover of psychology, science'y things, movies, fiction and self-improvement. From the north-east of England!


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