Free Sorcerer by David Menon Page A

you!’
    ‘No, you won’t’ said George.
    ‘I will! I’ll kill you and I’ll dance on your grave after what you did to me’.
    ‘Oh big words but you don’t know what you’re doing here’.
    ‘I can hear you talk but for once I can see that fear in your eyes’.
    ‘You need glasses’
    ‘I could kill you now and walk away a happy man because by killing you I’d be free. But you’re not worth it. My mother is dead and you can’t stop what’s coming to me’.
    As hard as it was whilst being constricted, George started laughing.
    ‘What are you laughing at?’
    George laughed even more but stopped when Ed tightened his grip.
    ‘What are you laughing at?’ Ed demanded angrily.
    ‘I knew it wouldn’t take you long to get on to the subject of money’ said George, struggling to get his words out from inside Ed’s grip. ‘Still in piles and piles of debt? Of course you are. You always have been. I suppose you think that a fat little cheque from your mother’s estate will sort you out? Well you’re right, there are thousands and thousands of pounds in your mother’s will with your name on them. But the fly in the ointment for you is that I’ve got to okay it’.
    Ed loosened his grip. He didn’t know what George was talking about. ‘I don’t understand. What have you done to me now?’
    ‘Your mother left you nearly a hundred thousand pounds plus the house she still owns here. But you won’t see a penny of the money unless I say you can’.
    ‘You’re talking bullshit’.
    ‘No, I’m not’ said George who couldn’t help but feel good about how wound up his step-son was going to be. ‘There’s a clause in the will that says that you can only have your money when I feel you’re responsible enough to deal with it. And with your financial track record I can’t say that you ever will be’.
    ‘You can’t do that!’
    ‘I didn’t do that. Your mother did. She knew how shit you are with money and she saw sense. That’s why she put me in control of your inheritance’.
    ‘You’re lying. I’ll fight you’.
    ‘Be my guest but you’ll be in court for years with no guarantee of winning’.
    ‘You made her do it!’
    ‘Your mother was of sound mind when she put that clause in’.
    ‘You’re a liar!’
    ‘I’m not’ said George. ‘But that’s why you have to be friends with me. If I decide that you can have your inheritance then you will but if I decide that you can’t then you won’t. You’ll just have to be a good little boy for your dear old step-Dad. I’m still in control, Ed, just like I’ve always been’.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    SORCERER SEVEN
    Gabby Lake went round to her parents’ house to collect the remainder of her things that she’d left behind when she moved in with her fiancé Owen. It was just after nine o’clock in the morning. She found her father sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall, smoking, and drinking from a bottle of scotch. 
    ‘Dad?’
    ‘Go away’ he said. ‘I don’t want you to see me like this’.
    ‘What the hell is going on?’ she asked as she put down her bag and took off her jacket. ‘What are you doing drinking at this time?’
    ‘Your Dad is a complete failure, Gabby’ said Ed. ‘I owe thousands and I’ve no chance of paying it back. Now your mother has left me’.
    Gabby was shocked. ‘What?’
    ‘She packed her bags last night and moved in with George’.
    Gabby felt sick. ‘George? But he’s been charged with the rape of young boys?’
    ‘It hasn’t stopped your mother from getting into his bed. He’s taken everything from me, Gabby. My father committed suicide because of my mother’s affair with Griffin. Now he’s taken my wife too’.
    ‘Dad, oh Dad, I don’t know what to say’.
    ‘There’s nothing you can say’.
    Gabby threw her arms round her Dad and hugged him.
    ‘He’s taken my money too. All the money your grandmother left me is in his control because of a clause in your