Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 02:06:38 GMT
From: patcross@kskc.net
Subject: Bobby, Orphanage Kid-1 (Adult-Youth)

    Bobby Johnson was a normal kid at 13. He had black hair, beautiful blue eyes
that always caught peoples' attention, and a teenage body to die for. He was
well liked by everybody, and until one night, he thought his parents loved him.

    After supper, and his shower, Bobby went to bed with no idea what was in
store for him in a few hours. Bobby was sleeping soundly when he was awakened
suddenly, tied hand and foot, and taken out to his parents truck, where he
found the rest of his possessions. Quite suddenly, he found himself at the
State Boys Home. After a few hushed words, the truck roared off, leaving poor
Bobby more scared then he had ever been.

    "Okay, kid, get your ass up," Bobby was told. He meekly followed a man
inside, to another office. "Ah, welcome!," a voice from inside called. "Do come
in, and sit down. We must talk, you and I. Would you like a soda?" Bobby shook
his head no. "I need to explain why you're here. Your parents have recently
discovered that you are due a multi-million dollar trust fund in a few years,
but obviously haven't told you. The only way they can collect this money is if
you aren't around, so that's why you're here. They get the money, you stay
alive." With that admission of his parents greed, Bobby started to cry, softly.
"You mean, they would have killed me for that money?", Bobby sobbed. "It's
possible, Bobby. The police will be sending a detective here later to talk with
you."

    Detective Ron Phillips was shook when got this case. Mostly because of the
evil behind it, but also because he felt sorry for the boy he'd be trying to
help. So, before he left to meet Bobby, he went over the case file and almost
immediately started to smell a rat.

    The two of them met, and Detective Phillips wanted no more than to take
Bobby Johnson in his bear-like arms and hug him, to tell him that everything
would be all right. Bobby beat him to to it, though. Launching himself at the
big detective, Bobby hugged him, as if his life depended on it, all the while
telling him how he ended up at the Boys' Home last night.

    They sat and talked for hours, with Bobby often breaking out into sobs.
After a while, Detective Phillips spoke to the Director of the Home. "Based on
what information you've given me, I've got enough grounds to start an
investigation here. I have a question, however. Since it seems that Bobby has
lost his family, shouldn't we try to put his life back on track and get him
back in school? I mean the same classmates and teachers, and all that?"

    Mr. Bennings, the Director, was more than pleased to hear that
suggestion. "Detective, I think that's a fine idea! To be removed from all
phases of his life without his knowledge or consent would damage Bobby
emotionally. Could you escort him to his school to appraise them of what
happened? If you do that, he'll have a warm bed here every night, and a room of
his own, with all of his possessions." The two men shook hands and parted.

    Stopping to see Bobby, Detective Phillips said, "Bobby, I need to go to
your school and tell them what happened. Would you like to go along?" Shyly,
Bobby nodded his head yes, and quietly went with the gentle giant.

    When they learned of what had happened, Bobby's Principal and teachers were
shocked, saddened, and very angered. Each of Bobby's classmates promised to
help him, and treat him no differently than they had before. But, one thing had
changed. The class bullies started to treat Bobby with more kindness, as odd as
it sounds, because the biggest one of them realized that Bobby had no one in
his corner backing him up anymore and was all alone. That boy knew what that
was like, so he and his buddies joined their classmates in "adopting" Bobby.

    With all the police business done, Bobby and Detective Phillips found
themselves very hungry. After finishing his lunch, Bobby just stared in awe at
Ron Phillips, who was stowing food away at an alarming rate. "Wow," Bobby
said, "I've never seen anyone eat that much!" Ron just grinned, saying, "I only
eat once a day, Bobby, so I've to make that meal count for something!" They
both began to laugh at his joke, as they drove back to the Boys' Home.

    Detective Phillips didn't waste time on this case. He contacted both sets
of Bobby's grandparents and their attorneys to inform them of what had
happened. Needless to say, they were very angry at their children for
abandoning their grandson. Concerned about his welfare, they asked Detective
Phillips for his opinion. "Professionally," he said, "I don't have one, at
least until I solve this case. Personally, I'd like to see Bobby out of the
Boys' Home, and with someone who would love him." His grandparents agreed, but
admitted they were not up to raising a 13 year old, despite the fact that if
anything happened to the parents, the grandparents were to receive joint
custody.

    While Detective Phillips was working hard at his end, the Johnson's were
attempting to flee the country. A sharp Border Patrol agent at San Diego
stopped them from crossing into Mexico under false IDs, and that got them
caught. When they arrived at their former home, they were arrested for child
abandonment and attempted felony larceny. Since they mistakenly forgot to
transfer all their assets, Bobby got everything, the house, the two cars, the
stocks, everything.

    The judge hearing the case slowly got more angry as the parent's plan to
steal from their son came out in court. Finally, the judge could stand no more,
and asked Bobby's father, "If dumping him at the Boys' Home hadn't worked, what
was your next plan?" Without a regret, Bobby's father replied, "For his $25
million dollar inheritance? We were going to kill him, or have it done. He was
worth more to us dead than alive. At least the other way, we would have
received half the money and no one would have known he was in the same town."

    Bobby began to cry softly as he learned of his parent's plan to permanently
betray him. Seeing this, the judge called a recess, and asked Bobby into his
chambers. "Bobby," he asked, "are you going to be able to handle this? I don't
want to see you hurt." Bobby sniffed, and said, "I can't be hurt any more. I
thought they loved me, and they really wanted me dead!" Poor Bobby rushed into
the judge's arms and cried like a baby. The judge left Bobby there for a moment
as he re-entered the courtroom. "After what we have witnessed today, I think
that it best if we re-convene tomorrow at 9 a.m. This court stands in recess.
May I see Bobby's grandparents and Detective Phillips up here, please?"

    When they got up there, the judge calmly explained Bobby's tearful
breakdown, and asked if they would go into his office to see if there was
anything they could do to help Bobby. They all promised their best, and that
satisfied the judge. When they finally got him calmed down, it was agreed that
Detective Phillips would take him home for the night.

    Arriving at his home, Ron took a now asleep Bobby into his arms, as he
carried him inside. He laid Bobby down on his big king-size bed, removed
Bobby's clothes, except for his underwear, then he removed his own, after which
he climbed into bed, kissed Bobby on the forehead, and turned out the light.