Terry and the Cop’s Daughter

Terry, football hooligan. Six foot three. Shaved head. Tats and attitude. Six earrings, various piercings, and a bad drunk. The drunks probably responsible for the tats and piercings.

Breezes through immigration and heads for the city. Drops his bags in the hotel room. Walks out the door to Patpong across the road. Heads for the Star of Love. He’d heard about it back home.

Sits on a bar stool, orders a beer. A girl pops her head through the curtains below the bar. Unzips him and goes to town.

Terry moves on. And on. And on. He doesn’t stop until he ends up with two birds at two am. All night session. The birds go home in the morning. Walking bowlegged. Pissed. Happy with the money in their pockets. Terry is still asleep.

Terry wakes up. Downs a beer. Checks his wallet.

Shit! Money all gone.

Terry wanders down Silom to an ATM. Gets more money. Heading back to Patpong to grab a beer.

Passes an English school. Beautiful, tall, Chinese-looking Thai girl coming down the steps. Terry gets in her way. Knocks her books to the ground. He grins a gappy smile. Drops to his knees to gather her books. Angling for a quick upskirt while he fumbles on the ground.

Pops up past her eye level. Grins down at her. Best Cockney accent.

Sorry luv. ‘Ow about a coffee ter make up fer it, eh?

Grips her elbow and steers her towards Starbucks before she can demur. They sit. He orders. Cappuccinos for two. Terry gives her the glad eye and attempts conversation.

She quizzes him back. Where are you from? What’s your name? Your family name? How old are you? Where are you staying in Bangkok?

Terry, all goggle-eyed that she is even talking to him. Answers all her questions.

Coffee finished, she gets up and leaves. Pulls out phone when out of earshot. Terry shrugs. It was worth a try. Maybe he’d go back to the school tomorrow. She might be there.

She is.

Another night of debauchery. Still hung over. Terry is loitering outside the school. She sees him as she reaches the bottom step. Turns to flee. He catches up to her. Grabs her elbow again. Tells her he wants another coffee.
She doesn’t want to make a scene. They go to Starbucks again.

This time, after the coffee, Terry gets up with her.

I’ll walk you home.

No, it’s ok. I can go on my own.

Terry, too drunk to accept a no, holds her elbow and walks with her. She struggles, but he grips her harder.

She shuts up and hopes she can lose him at the station. She has a discount ticket. Goes through the turnstile. He grabs her purse and scans a ride for him too. Too bad.

Train comes. They sit together. He tries more conversation. She looks stricken. Doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move.

Thaksin station. They alight together. Terry still holding her elbow. She hurries him to a ferry. They jump on. Heading upriver. Terry yammers on. She grunts and tries to look interested. Keep him occupied while she works out a strategy.

Finally, they arrive at her stop on the other side, opposite Chinatown. They head inside a large condo. Nice place, Terry thinks to himself. She leads him into the foyer. A security guard stands there.

She jibbers at him in Thai. He looks startled. Clicks his heels. Opens the door for them. Then scurries away to a phone.

A long wait. At last, the lift arrives.

There we are luv. Ascent ter heaven, eh?

The doors close. She presses the button for the 20th floor. They rise silently, whooshing up fast.

Arriving, the doors open. Two large Thai men standing there. They don’t move as she moves between them. Terry sandwiched between them. Then they move. Grabbing one arm each. Lefty squeezing his shoulder muscle hard.

Terry gasps. Excruciating pain. He loses his grip on the girl.

She scampers across the wide hallway and turns to watch. It’s not a pretty sight. The goon on the right has a gun pointed at Terry’s head. Lefty practices his moves on Terry’s torso.

Whack! Ugh!

Slam! Urgh!

Crunch! Argh!

The action lasts for minutes. Feels like hours. Terry slumps to the floor, half conscious.

They sling him back into the elevator. Goon two punches the G button. Groaning and swearing. Girl waves him goodbye gleefully and the lift doors close. Terry disappears.

He’s not the smartest idiot around. Arriving back at his hotel, he swears he will get revenge.

Next day. He’s waiting for her outside the school again.

‘Allo luv. Yer didn’t expect ter see me again, did yer, eh?

She whimpers but doesn’t flinch. He grabs her elbow again.

You bitch! He breathes heavily into her ear.

That was not nice yesterday, what you did ter me, nah was it?

She looks at him, fear in her eyes.

Terry gets a hardon watching that fear.

It’s payback time darlin’. We’re goin’ back to me hotel and have some fun.

She smiles. Nods her head. Then shakes it slowly.

Wot you mean? Yes, or no?

Yes, she whispers.

He grins. Takes her elbow. They walk up Patpong road.

A shadow flits out of the shadows of a narrow alleyway.

Hey, farung. You choose wrong girl play stupid games. She daughter big, big policemans.

Terry looks around. Five large cops stand there.

He drops her arm. Runs. Straight into the arms of another big cop.

A swift kick to the balls, a knee to the chin, Terry is down and out. Blackness.

Terry disappeared. No one came looking. No one cared. Bangkok just swallowed another fool.

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 Dedicated to Icarus

© Marc Holt. All rights reserved by the author.