Date: Tue, 2 Feb 2010 16:26:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Edward Hardin <edinhar75@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fight Chapter 2

If you are not of age and this is illegal where you live, then you had
better exit now. If you are looking for a lot of raw sex then this story
probably is not to your liking. This story if fiction and the characters
are also fiction. So with all of that said and you are still here, enjoy.

Chapter 2

     I went to the emergency room and found Tom waiting for me. He had been
cleaned up and had several places that needed stitches. He was wearing
hospital issued clothing. Fortunately, they had given him pants and top and
not the open-down-the- back gown. All things considered, he was in fair
shape. There were a lot of bruises but fortunately no broken bones except
for his right hand which was in a cast. His left had a large bandage. It
the had been cut in several places. It appeared that the dad had taken a
knife to him. It would take awhile but he should be as good as new.

     "Tom, your mother is bad shape. She has some broken ribs and a lot of
internal bleeding. Things are not looking good for her. Your father has not
been arrested. He wasn't home when the police went to your house. The
police are here and that they will see that Aunt Mary is protected. I am
going to take you to your mother's room. If we see your dad let me do all
the talking. Do not get into a fight. I can and will protect you."

We arrived in Mrs. Hunter's room and the policeman was waiting for us.

     "Aunt Mary has already been taken to a place of safety. Mrs. Hunter
had been moved to another room and had been officially taken off the
hospital records." The policeman explained. "I suggest John , that Tom and
you should leave and go to a motel for the night. I have a disguise for Tom
to wear. Mrs. Hunter would be put in seclusion and is heavily sedated. She
will have a guard in her room at all times."

     We got Tom in his costume which consisted of a large sweatshirt with a
hood for him to pull over his head and a pair of sweat pants . He had a
blonde curly wig. No one would recognize him now. Tom got into a wheelchair
and we were on our way. We were going to have a police escort in an
unmarked car. The policeman was to stay in the unit next door and we were
given a walkie-talkie to use if we need someone immediately.

Tom and I went to our room. I knew that neither of us would get much sleep.
There was just too much happening and our emotions were running wild. I
tried put on a calm front but I had knots tied up inside of me. I must have
been doing something correctly because Tom was starting to relax a
little. He looked very tired.

     "Tom, would you like for me to help you get ready for bed? You look
like you are just about ready to collapse!"

     "I think you will have to help me undress. Dad must have stomped my
right hand and my left had is all bandaged. He cut me with a knife on my
hand, arms, head and chest. I must warm you. I don't have any underclothes
on."

     "Not a problem. I rather like seeing young boys in the raw. Just
kidding. I won't feel bad about sleeping in the nude."

     "John, do you think I could sleep with you. I know I am 18 but I am
scared to death. I feel like crying and I need someone to hold me and chase
away all demons. You don't think I am just a big baby do you?"

     "Tom, there is no reason to be feel ashamed. I don't know where we got
the idea that men don't cry. Sometimes, a tear or two is the best
medicine. You have to let all those emotions out because you can't keep
them locked up inside of you. If you do, they will eventually consume
you. If I had gone through what you just did, I would be doing a lot more
than crying."

     "Here let me get you out of those clothes. Do you want a real hot
shower or maybe a good soak in the tub?"

     "John, I know that would make me feel better but right now, all I want
to do is go to bed. I am so tired. I hurt all over and all I want to do is
go to sleep."

     "Tom, did the doctor give you any pain killers?"

     "Yes, and I am to take one when I go to bed."

I helped Tom undress. I knew that his face and arms were a mess but the
rest of his body was even in worse shape. He was covered with cuts and
bruises. "Tom, may I take pictures of your body? We may need some evidence
when we go to trial. You can slip a pair of my shorts on. They may be a
little large but a least you will be covered a little."

     "Oh, bikini briefs. Man these are sexy. I hope you have some on now. I
bet you are a knock-out in them. I can't do anything now but I can
definitely look!"

     I dug my digital camera out of the suitcase and took several shots
from all different angles. When I finished, I helped Tom into bed.

     "Ok, John time to give me a show!"

     "Do you want me to put on some music and do a strip show?"

     "No, I just want you to hurry up and get in bed."

     Tom had wanted to leave his bikini briefs on and so I did also. I
crawled into bed , took him in my arms and cuddled with Tom. Soon he was
sound asleep. Those pills really knocked him out. I lay there what seemed
like hours. I had a lots of strange thoughts running through my mind but
sleep finally came in the wee hours of the morning.

     I was jarred awake by someone calling on the walkie-talkie. It was
from the policeman from next door. He wanted to know if we wanted something
to eat. He was going to go to a nearby café and get some take-out and
would bring it back to the motel. I gave him the go ahead.

     "Tom, time to get up. Breakfast will soon be here. You need to get in
the shower and get ready to face the day."

     "I must be in the hospital. They wake you to give you a sleeping pill
and then get you up before the break of dawn. Just kidding. I really
appreciate all that you are doing for me. You are right I think I do need a
shower. Is that water going to sting and burn? I have had cuts before and
Mom always washed them. They burned like fire and hurt a lot."

     "Tom, I won't lie to you. It will hurt a lot. You are a big boy now
and can take a lot of punishment. I will be there for you to hug and you
can scream all you want.  Actually, the hot water will help take some of
the swelling away. You will feel so much better when it is all over."

     I got Tom into the shower. I gently washed and dried him. I put him
into the clothes we had gotten from the hospital. Soon we were both ready
and waiting for breakfast.

After breakfast, the policeman called the hospital and talked with his
fellow officer. He told them that we were leaving and would be there in
about 10 minutes. He was told to use the emergency entrance. Mr. Hunter
still had not been found.

     We were taken directly to Mrs. Hunter's room. The doctors had managed
to stop her bleeding and she being heavily sedated had a very restful
night. When we entered the room Mrs. Hunter was asleep but woke when Tom
spoke to her. Tom gave his mother a big hug. Tom could not control his
emotions and started crying. I just put my arm around him and told him to
let it all out.

We told Mrs. Hunter that happened and how I had found Tom and that we had
spent the night in a motel.

     "Mister, I want to thank you for all that you have done. I don't know
how we are going to repay you because we don't have any money."

     "Just call me John and forget all that Mister bit. Money is not
problem with me. Right now all I want is for you two to get well."

     "We haven't located Mr. Hunter yet." The policeman announced. "We will
keep Mrs. Hunter, Tom and Aunt Mary all in protected custody until he is
caught.

     "Sir, I have a very large estate which is about 200 miles from
here. Do you think it would be possible to take all three of them
there. Mr. Hunter would have no way of finding them there. We could arrange
to have air-life transport Mrs. Hunter to the hospital there. I would take
Tom and Aunt Mary with me in my car. The back has very dark windows and no
one would be able to see into the back seat."

     "That sound like a very good plan. I will have contact the Chief and
have him come over here and discuss the details with you. Please excuse me
and I will get him on the phone." He went to the hallway and closed the
door after him.

     "John, are you sure that you would have room for all of us?" Asked
Mrs. Hunter.

     "I have a house with 6 bedrooms and a separate 3 bedroom guest
house. I have a full time cook and maid, that have their own 2 bedroom
apartment above the garage. So all of you can just pretend that you are at
a plush resort. There is an Olympic size swimming pool, a sauna and hot
tub. Of course I have a tennis court and a riding stable and 1500 acres to
explore which have several streams and a beautiful little lake to fish,
swim boat or whatever. I have a lovely flower garden and outdoor
entertainment center with a gazebo that can't be described. There are
abundant hiking trails from which you will see many species of wildlife,
wild flowers and many more wonders. I think you would love my place. I have
room for all of you and several more if need be. You would be safe from
your husband."

     "I still don't know why you are going through with all of this."
Commented Tom.

     "Do you know the story of the good Samaritan?" Both Mrs. Hunter and
Tom shook their heads, "Yes. I guess I am just a Good Samaritan. I just
happened to come along at the right time. Maybe it was just our destiny. It
is not ours to question!"

The police chief arrived and agreed with the plan. "I have already
contacted the hospital and they are warming up the helicopter. You will be
leaving in just a few minutes. Aunt Mary is on her way over and her car has
already been taken to police impound lot. The hospital has already been
called and a bed is waiting for Mrs. Hunter under the name of Nancy
Sloan.. All records here have been sealed. There is no way for Mr. Hunter
to find any information now. John, you need to go to the office and leave
billing information. I need to have the same information for my records. I
had the judge sign a power of attorney for you. Now you can legally act on
everyone's behalf."

     "Chief, you have been one busy man. Here is my business card with my
name, address and phone number, both home and office. I had better scoot so
we can get this little show under way." He gave me a card with his own
private line at the police station and his home number.

**********

Life had already started to change for Tom, his mother, Aunt Mary and me.
If we only had a crystal ball and could look into the future! Ed