Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2012 07:09:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: Everybody's Obsessed With Tyron, Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – Tyron Tries To Make Things Right

Author's Note: There is no sex in this chapter.  There is only character
development.  I thought you should know that so in case you're just
skimming though the story looking for the sex, you can skip over this
chapter.  But if you are actually following the story, you should read this
secure in the knowledge that it's a good story and there will be plenty of
hot sex in each of the remaining 3 chapters.

***

A few days after Tyron got back from his vacation, he was walking up SJ
Avenue.  It was mid-morning and he was wearing his basketball team shirt
and shorts, and had a small backpack with a few things in it slung over his
shoulder.  He was still feeling like a piece of shit, he was lost in
thought, and he was not paying much attention to his surroundings.  As he
came up on one of the side streets, out from behind the corner building
suddenly WHAMMO!  There was Karen!!

Karen looked awful too – she looked like she had been crying, although
she wasn't at that moment.  When they saw each other they were both
terrified – each for their own reasons.  Karen tried to get away, but
Tyron grabbed hold of her.  He had no idea what he was going to do once he
had hold of Karen, but he knew this might be his only chance to try
... something!

"Let go of me, you fuckin' SHIT!" Karen blurted out, and started trying to
pull herself out of Tyron's grasp.  "Wait, Karen, wait!  I wanna tell ya
I'm sorry!" said Tyron.  "It's too late, you fuckin' black BASTARD!  I HATE
YOU I HATE YOU!  LET ME GO!!"  "I know y'all hates me, and you right ta
hate me, but jes' – jes' don't run away yet, okay?" and Tyron let go of
her.  Karen stepped back out of Tyron's reach, but she didn't run away.  "I
hate your fuckin' GUTS Tyron!  And now – now I just found out I'm
PREGNANT!!  Oh shit shit SHIT!!  What do I do NOW?  What happens when my
mom and dad find out?  You and all your black nigger friends - I think I'm
gonna KILL MYSELF!!" and with that Karen burst into tears.

"I kin git ya'a'bortion an' ain't nobody gotta know!" Tyron blurted out.
But just then, someone snatched hold of Tyron's arm, and when he turned he
saw a very large, muscular white man!  He squeezed Tyron's arm so it hurt,
glared down at him and said, "Missy, is dis boy botherin' you?"

Now, keeping in mind that all this was happening on a sidewalk in a small
city in North Carolina, and this white man was speaking with a rather thick
southern drawl, you should realize that particularly when he said the word
"boy" it sounded like he might as well have been saying, "Missy, y'all want
me ta beat the shit outta this nigga boy fo' ya?!"  And as the man glared
down at him, Tyron was pretty scared.

But fortunately, there had been a few rumors around school about girls who
got "in trouble" and one time Karen heard Tyron's name in connection with
that.  She'd been freaking out so bad since finding out she was pregnant
that she really hadn't thought about anything else, but when she heard
Tyron say about an abortion she suddenly realized maybe he really could do
something like that.  So after a couple of seconds of sheer terror for
Tyron, Karen said, "No, he ain't botherin' me, we're just talkin'.  Leave
him alone."  Tyron felt the pressure leave his arm as the man let him go,
and then the man turned to Karen and said, "Okay missy, but if ya ever need
any help with this boy, ya'll kin always gimme a call," and handed her a
business card.  Karen looked at it and it said "Olsen's Auto Repair, James
Olsen, Mgr." and there was an address and phone number.  "Thank you," she
said, and the man walked away, but as he was leaving he turned around and
glared at Tyron one last time.

The two kids talked in more hushed voices. "You can do that?"  "Yeah-yeah,
Karen, I know somebody do it, an' nobody gotta know, an' y'all don't even
gots ta pay fo' it or nuttn'."  "Holy shit that'd be perfect ..." and
Karen's voice trailed off momentarily.  But then she glared at Tyron again,
almost as bad as the man had. "You fuckin' black piece a' SHIT Tyron!  I
hate you I hate you I HATE YOU!!  I don't care if a million dollars drops
outta the sky right now, there ain't nothin' could change anything!"

"I knowwwwwww ..." Tyron pleaded, "I wisht it ain't nevva happened ..."
"OH SURE!!  Like that makes it ALLLLL better!  You fuckin' bastard!  Well
guess what?  IT HAPPENED!!"  But then Karen eased up a bit, because she
really did want the abortion and she didn't want Tyron to change his mind
about helping her get it.  "But still ... you can help me?"  "Yeah, yeah
..." said Tyron, "but you ain't gonna call dat man, are ya?" looking at the
card in Karen's hand.  "Oh shit, Tyron!  I may be stupid, but even I know
all this guy wants is to get me pregnant all over again!" and she threw the
card down on the sidewalk.

"C'mon, we go dis way," said Tyron and led Karen up the street toward
Dr. Moorefield's office.  They walked in kind of an icy silence, although
Tyron made a couple more attempts to apologize and Karen was unmoved.  "I
need your help, Tyron, but I still hate your guts forever."  "I knowwwwwww
..."

When they got to Dr. Moorefield's office, the receptionist looked through
the calendar and said, "He has a slot available this coming Thursday."
Tyron leaned over and said quietly but insistently, "No ma'am, we need ta
see Dr. Moorefield right now."  She looked up at Karen and realized what
the problem was.  Karen was completely humiliated, but what could she do?
The receptionist looked back at the calendar and said, "Okay, have a seat
and the doctor will squeeze you in."

Once they were in the examination room with Dr. Moorefield he said, "Well,
what seems to be the problem here?" (as if he didn't know).  Both kids
broke down crying and Tyron said, "Oh man, doc, she been raped an' now she
pregnant!  I's so sorry, I's sorry ..."  "RAPED?  Are you saying you did
this, Tyron??"  Then Karen said, "It wasn't just Tyron, it was a bunch of
boys ..."  "WHAT??  I can't believe this Tyron!  And maybe you don't know
this, but in the state of North Carolina I'm required to report a rape to
the police!"

"OH PLEASE DON'T DO THAT!" Karen blurted out, "My mom and dad can't ever
find out about this!  I don't want to press charges – I don't want
anybody to get arrested – I just want for everything to be over!" and
both kids continued to cry.  After a moment of thought, Dr. Moorefield
said, "Then, young lady, you're saying this was not a rape?"  Karen looked
up at him, still crying, and said, "I'm saying whatever it takes to make it
go away!"

Then Dr. Moorefield said, "Tyron, you know I still need to inform your
father about this, because I'll be sending him the bill and it's not
covered by insurance."  "Yeah I know doc, jes' ... jes' don't tell 'im how
it really happen."  "Well Karen here just said it was consensual, so
there's nothing to tell him, is there?" said Dr. Moorefield.  "I guess not
..." said Tyron.  "But let me tell you something right here and now, young
man!" said Dr. M, "I'm not doing this for your sake – only for hers!  If
I had my way I'd be calling the police right now!  This isn't just another
one of your stupid stunts, Tyron, this is rape!  YOU are a RAPIST!  I've
been your primary physician for four years now, and I just can't believe
how low you've sunk!  And believe me, if I ever have to hear about anything
remotely like this again, I WILL call the police, no matter what the girl
says!"  Both kids continued to cry though this whole soliloquy.

Then Dr. Moorefield went to the computer and looked at his calendar, after
which he called in his nurse.  "Ann," he said, "Can you check to see if
Dr. Quintyne is available on Thursday afternoon, and if so, clear my
calendar because I will be assisting."  After the nurse left, Dr. M said,
"Karen, the nurse will need to do a complete physical on you today, and she
will be taking some blood samples too.  We need to find out if you've
contracted any venereal diseases.  I need you to come back here tomorrow
afternoon for follow-up."  Then turning to Tyron he said, "Do you know if
you are the one responsible for this pregnancy?"  Karen said, "No, he can't
be ..." and Tyron said, "No, cuz ... cuz ..." and then crying some more he
said "... cuz I didn't do 'er dat way ..."

"Oh, that's just great," said Dr. Moorefield sarcastically, but then added,
"So Karen, when you see the nurse, you have to promise me that you'll tell
her everything that happened, and allow her to do a complete examination of
any part of you that may have been affected by this."  "I promise, doc ..."
she said.  "Tyron, you can go now, and you don't need to be here tomorrow,"
said Dr. Moorefield, "but listen to me and listen good – I will require
you to be here for the procedure on Thursday.  I think it's about time for
you to understand the magnitude of what you've done here.  And let me be
very clear – if you decide you have something better to do that day than
to see the consequences of your actions, there will be NO procedure.  Do
you understand me young man?"  "Yes, Dr. Moorefield, I'll be here, I
promise."  Right then the nurse came back in and said, "It's all set,
Doctor.  1:30 pm Thursday."

At that point Tyron was about to get up and leave, but when he went to grab
his backpack it flopped over and a couple of books slid out of it.
Dr. Moorefield said, "Well then, a little summer reading?"  Then he reached
down and picked up the top book.  "The Tao Te Ching?  That's a little
unusual for you ..."  "Well, doc, somebody told me I could learn sumpthin'
if I read it," said Tyron.  "Maybe so," said Dr. Moorefield.

Then he looked down at the other book, which was "Why We Can't Wait."
Tyron looked down at the floor.  "Don't even say it, doc ... please ...?"
"No, actually, I'm going to do even worse than that, Tyron – I'm gonna
make YOU say it."  "No, doc, please ...?"  "Yes," said Dr. M, "Say it right
here and now, in front of Karen."  "Oh shit," said Tyron, still looking at
the floor, "Dr. King hate me ..."

"Well if that's what you think you have a lot more to learn, and you'd
better keep reading," said Dr. M.  "Now go, and be here on Thursday at 1:30
pm."  So Tyron loaded up his backpack and left.

After he left Dr. Moorefield's office Tyron wandered around aimlessly for a
little while, and then went home.  Rachel was sitting up in bed watching
TV.  She was wearing a sexy sheer nightie that left nothing to the
imagination and she was, as always, very beautiful.  Tyron set his backpack
on the nightstand, got undressed and climbed into bed next to her.  But
neither one of them was in the mood for sex at that moment; instead they
cuddled together and Tyron kissed Rachel's forehead.

Rachel was watching the movie "Mulan" on the Disney channel.  The truth is,
ever since she was little and used to watch it at the after-school program,
Mulan was one of her favorite movies.  She liked the heroic female
character and admired how she tricked the soldiers into thinking she was a
boy.  But now, this movie was reminding her of Judy.  "I know ya gots ta
miss her too," she said.  "Leastways you an' me gots each other," said
Tyron, "but yeah, I been thinkin' 'bout her a lot.  I miss her so much it
hurt.  An' we ain't nevva gonna see her agin' all cuzza me – it all be
my own fault.  She be right about evvythin' ya know ... I shouldn't'a nevva
done nuttn' ta Karen ..."  Rachel was still unsympathetic, even now, almost
a week after the big blow-up with Judy and Mr. Nwokike.  "Dag, Tyron, y'all
actin' like Karen ain't some stuck-up bitch."  "But so what," said Tyron,
"It still ain't right – I know y'all know dat – an' it still my
fault."  But Tyron didn't want to tell Rachel about what had just happened
with Karen, instead he just sat and watched to movie with her for a few
minutes and then reached over and pulled the Tao Te Ching out of his
backpack and started trying to read it.

"Y'all ackshully got dat book?" said Rachel.  "Yeah, at Barnes & Noble's, I
kep' thinkin' maybe I could learn sumpthin' from it," said Tyron.  It was
the Witter Bynner translation, which is a relatively small book because it
doesn't have a whole lot of references and commentary like other
translations, and that's one thing that appealed to Tyron when he saw it on
the shelf at the store.  Also it's a very poetic translation, which makes
it deceptively easy to read on the surface. "But still, it be really hard
ta figger out," said Tyron, "ya know, like dis one:

"Man at his best, like water, Serves as he goes along: Like water he seeks
his own level, The common level of life, Loves living close to the earth,
Living clear down in his heart, Loves kinship with his neighbors, The pick
of words that tell the truth, The even tenor of a well-run state, The fair
profit of able dealing.  The right timing of useful deeds, And for blocking
no one's way No one blames him."

"Ain't no figgerin' it out," said Rachel, "Evvybody want ya ta be perfick,
like Jesus or sumpthin" ... cain't nobody be perfick like dat."  "I guess
not ..." said Tyron.

After a few more minutes the movie was over, and Rachel got up to get
dressed.  "Speakin' a `cain't nobody be perfick,' I's goin' ova' an' talk
to my ma," she said.  "Yeah well, don't kill 'er dis time, okay?" said
Tyron, and then with a little smile he added, "An' y'all kin tell 'er I sez
`yo'."

"Yeah well, ackshully, no," said Rachel, "but I gots ta talk ta her
sometime.  Y'all know dat who Mr. Nwokike talkin' 'bout dat day right?"
Yeah well, ackshully, no, Tyron had been so wrapped up in his own concerns
that he hadn't been thinking about that part of what Mr. N said at all.
But once the words came out of Rachel's mouth it made a lot of sense, so
Tyron looked up and said, "Yeah, you right ..." and as Rachel was leaving
he said, "Hey baby," and when she looked back at him he said, "Good luck,
okay?"  "Thanks ... I's gonna need it."  Then she closed the door gently
behind her, leaving Tyron to his books and his thoughts.

And Rachel did go talk to her mom that day – and considering that this
was the first time she had done that since the day six months ago when she
threatened to kill her with a kitchen knife, things went pretty well.  At
least they sat together in that same kitchen and had a civil conversation.
Mom tried to explain to Rachel how hard it was to be a single mom, knowing
your son is a drug dealer and you can't do anything about it, and how
devastated she was to have Raymond arrested and sent to jail for rape and
attempted murder, and to find out that same day her little daughter had
been getting raped over and over for weeks and that was what led to
Raymond's arrest.  She couldn't handle it all, and she admitted she was
wrong about a lot of things ever since.

As for Rachel, she tried to explain to her mom how terrible it was getting
raped, and how scared she was, and how she felt like everything was her
fault when Raymond got sent to jail.

But I don't want to make this sound like the end of some movie on the
Lifetime Movie Channel, where the mom and daughter reconcile and everybody
lives happily ever after.  The truth is that kind of reconciliation is
total bullshit, and it never happens in the real world.  Ackshully, no, in
the real world just the fact that Rachel and her mom were able to talk
about it once without getting into a shouting match over whose fault
everything was – that was about as much as anyone could ask for.  And
ackshully, no, Rachel and her mom were still just barely on speaking terms
for a long time even after this conversation.  But as the old Chinese
saying says, a journey of a thousand miles must begin with a first step,
and being able to talk without trying to kill each other was as good a
first step as any.

Tyron did go back to Dr. Moorefield's office on Thursday.  It was exactly
two weeks since he and Rachel and Judy had seen little David off at the
Wongs' room at Disney's Coronado springs, then spent the afternoon with
together at the outlet mall, and gone back to their room and fucked like
crazy.  Dr. Moorefield didn't want Tyron to be in the operating room while
the abortion was performed, which would have been both unethical and even
more humiliating for Karen than the procedure itself.  Instead, he wanted
Tyron to sit by himself in a nearby examination room with no cell phone, no
games or other distractions, just sit there knowing what was going on in
the next room and thinking about his responsibility for it.  And Tyron did
think about it, and he thought a lot about Judy too, and how he had lost
Judy forever because he'd been such a total fuck-up.

Tyron did resolve to make a few changes – and like with Rachel, I am not
talking about miraculous Lifetime Movie Channel character changes, but
still, a first couple of steps in a long journey.  The easiest resolution
was to never rape any more bitches – that was easy because he only had
to promise himself not to do something.  But he also promised himself to
stand up against the other boys about Karen's rape, which was a lot harder
because he was afraid they'd call him a pussy.  But he did get a couple of
chances to do that as the months passed.

But as Tyron was sitting there in the examination room he decided he should
do one more thing, something a little more meaningful and challenging,
which was to let the fag teachers off the hook.  Perhaps you will recall
from back in Chapter 3, how Tyron was using sex as a weapon to force his
bitch teachers to keep quiet about him and give him the grades he needed to
skate by and not get thrown off the basketball team.  Or how he was doing
even worse to the closeted fag teachers and coaches by luring them in and
letting them suck his dick – just once! – and then making sure to
surprise those fags by taking a cell phone picture of them right while they
had their mouths all over his hot throbbing black cock.  Well, Tyron
decided to let the fags off the hook.  He didn't even like having fags suck
his cock anyways, and the whole thing with the fags was just a pure
extortion racket – at least with the bitch teachers (as I said in
Chapter 3) they almost always wanted to give him real tutoring help in
addition to getting fucked, and anyways they were his consenting sex
partners too – in fact, any one of them was free to go any time they
wanted, and a lot of them did.  But none of that was true for the fag
teachers and coaches, so Tyron resolved to cut that shit out.

And believe it or not, not only did Tyron cut that shit out, but he also
went one step further – which was to go back to each of those fags and
tell them they were off the hook, and he even let them watch as he deleted
their photos off his cell phone.  Then the strangest thing of all happened
– those closeted fags were so relieved and grateful to be let off the
hook that they ended up giving Tyron more extra tutoring and coaching help,
and better grades than ever!  Funny how that karma comes back to you, eh
Tyron?

Tyron never told his dad, or Rachel, or anybody else about any of this.  He
decided it all would be just between him and his memory of Judy.  In fact,
maybe you will recall the end of Chapter 2, where Tyron's step-dad said
that when Tyron and Rachel broke up "it was over some petty bullshit [he]
could never figure out."  Well, guess what?  It was because Tyron never
told Rachel about Karen's abortion.  This happened about a year later, at a
point where Rachel had actually come around to Tyron's way of thinking
about that rape.  Of course, everybody at school knew the story behind
Rachel's rape, but still very few kids knew about Karen.  Rachel was one of
those few kids, but when she finally went to go talk to Karen about it, you
know girl-to-girl and rape-victim-to-rape-victim, Karen spilled the beans
about the abortion figuring that Rachel must've known all about that, which
she didn't and felt humiliated.  Then she proceeded to go off on Tyron
about keeping secrets from her and Tyron said it ain't none of your fuckin'
business anyways!

Well, that was the end of Tyron & Rachel, so if you think about it for a
minute you'll realize Tyron lost two of his best bitches ever over that one
total fuck-up.  He was devastated, he was hurt, but he still couldn't tell
anyone about it, including his dad.  Funny how that karma comes back to
you, eh Tyron?