Doug had been digging the hole for 2 hours now. The ground was hard, much harder than it should have been for September.
Fucking frost, thought Doug, this would have been much easier last week, just my luck to have to dig a hole when the ground is fucking frozen.
It was around 4 feet deep now, Doug was in the hole and measured it against his body. It came up to just above his waste.
He looked over at the young lad tied to the tree a few yards away, "Another six inches and I'll be done" he said. "Twenty minutes and It'll all be over".
The lad tried to talk but the gaffer tape over his mouth made it impossible, it came out as just a distant murmur.
Doug stopped digging and pulled himself out of the hole.
He walked over to the lad and stared at him "It's your own fault" said Doug " I told you what would happen"
The boy was sweating despite the cold air, there was fear in his eyes, he was terrified!
"Don't you remember after it happened, as you were running off with your two scum bag mates, I shouted out I was gonna come for you, but you thought I was just another mug that you could ignore, take the piss out of, cos no one ever does anything to you cunts, do they?"
Doug turned and jumped back in the hole. He was a strong man, 55 years old, gym 3 times a week, ran everyday, 5 miles max, did't want to be a fucking marathon runner did he. Ex Military, 3rd Para, Falklands back in the day,then Special Forces, seen some things, things he didn't like to talk about. Came out 10 years ago back to his old dad and the shit hole of a council estate he called home. He'd seen the kids running riot, out of control, no one taking them on, no discipline, taking the piss out of everyone, no one hitting back. They tended to leave him alone, yeh they shouted things out at him from time to time, no problem, didn't worry him. He didn't take them on cos he knew what he was capable of, so kept out of thier way. Too late now, too fucking late, they'd crossed the line.
He finished, climbed out of the hole. Perfect he thought, 5 feet long. 4ft 6 inches deep. Perfect.
He walked over to the young lad. He was 17. His name was Leon Jenkins.
"I fucking told you, told you what would happen" Doug said. He wasn,t shouting just stating a fact.
The boy was once again trying to say something, frantic to get his voice heard.
" But you couldn't help yourself could you" Doug continued, "What was it, a bet? Playing chicken or something, or was it a dare? Yeh I bet it was a dare. See if you were brave enough to give the old boy a slap. He,s fucking 76 years old you cunt, on his way back from the supermarket, two bags of shopping he was carrying. Didn't stand a chance. Yeh he'll be ok, he's out of hospital now, broken jaw, cheek bone, bruises etc, He'll mend. But its not the point. He was my old man and you had to give him a slap thinking no one was gonna do a thing about it. But I saw you, saw you running away. I shouted to you then, fucking told you, I was coming for you. You and your two mates were laughing as you ran off, fucking laughing. Not laughing now though are you. I grew up on the estate, at your age i was shagging birds, playing football, nicked the odd mars bar from the local shop. I didn't beat up pensioners like you cunts!"
Doug ripped the tape away from the lads mouth.
"I am so fucking sorry mate, I didn't know it was your old man honest, I'll do anything you want, anything!"
He tried to say something else but wasn't quick enough, he never saw the blow coming, it caught him below his chin and crushed his windpipe instantly, he gurgled for about 20 seconds and then went lifeless.
Doug had done it a few times before but never with that intensity.
Doug untied the boy from the tree, dragged his body and dumped it in the hole, just like throwing trash away he thought.
He started to cover it over, just two more to go thought Doug, just two more!