Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:26:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Sixty-Seven
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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Brads Idol
They let me go home late Tuesday morning. I woke early that morning to
find Uncle Ray on one side of my bed and my dad on the other. The doctor
kept me in the hospital overnight for observation in case I had a
concussion. I remembered hurting; I remembered getting a bath from
Stephan; I remembered the doctor sticking the needle in my butt. I didn't
remember hearing anyone say anything about cracked ribs plus a bone in my
arm was cracked, or a bruised kidney.
Uncle Ray was the first to hear me moving. He quickly stood by the bed and
took my hand. When he asked me how I felt I told him in plain language and
also let him know how hungry I was. He said that was a good sign that I'd
most likely live. He called the nurse to get me something to eat. After
eating hospital oatmeal, I understood why so many people die in hospitals.
Gross is the only way to describe it. When the doctor said I could go
home, guess who rolled me out in the wheel chair? Stephan really knew how
to work his butt.
By the time we got home I couldn't believe how tired I felt. We stopped
for some barbeque and some real food. At home, I had to walk inside, but I
got Uncle Ray's special chair. He even propped my feet up on the ottoman
for me. It didn't take long for me to slip off for a nap.
Dad and Uncle Ray were in the kitchen talking when I woke up. They didn't
talk very loud so I couldn't hear everything that was going on. While they
talked, I started thinking about Donny, Jake, and going back to school. I
knew that, before lunch time, probably every kid in school would know what
happened. I could only wonder what their reactions were. My train of
thought was broken when I heard Uncle Ray say something about DCF and
Bannerman. I didn't know what he meant by DCF, but I did know that
Bannerman was a school for trouble-makers. Rumor at school was that if you
got in big trouble twice, you went to Bannerman. Fighting was considered
big trouble. So, who was going to Bannerman?
Trying to get out of the chair to head for the bathroom, I discovered that
getting up wasn't quite what I expected. Until this happened, I never
thought anything of just standing up. Now, I hurt enough that I had to
figure out a way to stand without torturing myself. Eventually, I figured
out how to roll on my right side and slide off the chair so I was squatting
and then stand straight up. It wasn't painless, but it was less painful.
When I stood, I turned to see both Dad and Uncle Ray standing there
watching me. Both of them had a habit of wanting me to figure things out
for myself, or at least trying, before they helped. This really would have
been a good time to just help.
When I returned to the family room, they were sitting on the sofa. I
headed for the big chair again. One thing I figured out was that sitting
in a normal position with your legs stretched out wasn't good. I needed
some way to lift myself without putting pressure on my left side. When I
sat down this time, I folded my right leg under me. That way, when I
wanted to stand I just used my leg to push myself up. Dad and Uncle Ray
watched me; they both sat there with a little grin; I didn't even try to
figure that one out.
"What were ya'll sayin' 'bout Bannerman?" I asked after getting settled.
"Do I hafta go there?" They both gave me a puzzled look.
"You only heard part of our conversation in the kitchen. No, you won't be
going to Bannerman. Why would you think you'd go there?" Uncle Ray asked
me.
"The kids say that's where they send trouble-makers and fightin's
considered big trouble."
"It's big trouble if you start the fight. Last week you were defending
yourself. You were suspended because you fought at school; that's breaking
the rules. You could have walked off or settled it off school grounds;
that's the school's position."
"Uncle Ray, you know I can't do that. You want me marked for the rest of
my life? There's no way I could just walk off," I protested.
"Easy, kiddo. I didn't say you should have walked off. I said the
school's position is that you could have and you could have settled it
somewhere other than at school. Remember, one of their responsibilities is
to keep peace and order. It was Jake that started the trouble; if anyone
goes to Bannerman, it'll be him. Right now, the police are contacting DCF
to check some things out. Do you remember what Jake said to you before he
attacked you?"
"Yeah, he called me a nut kicker 'cause of what I done to him last week."
I looked up and saw Uncle Ray smiling and Dad laughing; I laughed some too,
but it hurt to laugh. "Then he said somethin' about makin' me pay for what
his dad did to him for lettin' a little kid like me take him down."
"Did he say anything about what his dad did to him?" I just shook my head.
"Well, that agrees with what Donny heard."
"They had Donny down too. Is he hurt bad?"
"No, not really; just some bruises. He's feeling kind of bad for not being
able to help you."
"Help me? He couldn't. Two guys were holding him and I saw him get hit in
the stomach. Next time I saw him, he was on the ground next to me."
My dad walked over next to the chair and squatted so he was sitting on his
heels; that got us at eye level. He told me the police were called and
they would want to talk to me. He explained to me they thought that Jake
had been punished by his father for what happened last week, but punished
for the wrong thing. Rumor was that Jake's dad was a heavy drinker and
could be mean. When he got mad with Jake he used a strop on him. That's
when I learned from Uncle Ray and Dad what DCF meant and what they might
do. Suddenly, for some reason, I felt bad for Jake.
Dad also let me know he had to head back to Ft. Pierce. When he said
something about leaving, I knew then that I didn't want him to leave. It
had been what seemed like forever since we'd seen each other and forever
and more since we'd had any fun together. A tear formed in my eye, but I
didn't cry; Dad didn't approve of boys crying. I heard most of what he
said but it didn't all register. I just thought about how nice it'd be if
he just stayed a couple of days with me. Why couldn't he stay and help
take care of me? I was his son. I told him I loved him. He didn't even
give me a hug; he just mussed my hair a little. No hug; no kiss; no 'I
love you'. I just watched him walk out the door.
"Hey, kiddo." Uncle Ray knew I was unhappy, and he knew why. "I know,
you're feelings are hurt. Try to remember the conversation we had about
this not too long ago, and there's something I want you to promise me." I
just looked up at him, waiting. "One day, if you're lucky, you will have a
son that's just as great as you are now. Remember how you feel now and
why, and promise that you'll always take the time to show him the love that
you want." The tears were flowing down my cheek and I looked up at him.
When he bent over for me, I reached up^Å.
"OW! Ooohhh, God! . .That hurt!" I reached up to put my arms around his
neck and it felt like I just got kicked again.
"Put your arm down and try to relax. I forgot to tell you, Alberto said
until your side heals a little it will hurt if you try to raise your arm
above your shoulders. Sorry, kiddo; I should've told you before now."
"Gee, thanks." I tried to smile and be sarcastic, but it hurt too much.
"You know what? This whole things gonna be a bitch."
"You're probably right. Listen, I need to go to the office for a few
minutes. Think you'll be okay alone for a little bit?" I gave him my 'you
are kidding' look. "Another thing, you know everyone at school will know
by now what happened. It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't have a friend
or two coming by to see how you are, especially since you weren't in school
today. Any idea where I'm headed with this?"
"You're tellin' me I shouldn't get comfortable, right?" He just nodded
knowing comfortable really meant naked. "Can I at least take this shirt
off, it's pullin' on me and it's hot with this bandage thing they got on
me. Do I hafta wear this all the time?"
"No, we'll take it off later. I want you to keep it on while you're up,
though. When you go to bed tonight I'll make the bed so you aren't lying
completely flat. We'll see if we can make a support for your side. Keep
the television remote near you and I'll put the portable phone on the
table. Also, I want you to take these pills before I leave."
"What are they? I had ta take a bunch a pills before we left the
hospital."
"They're for two things, mainly. One is to prevent any infection until
those bones heal and the other is pain. It's the pain pill that's making
you feel a little woozy."
"Any idea how long I gotta wear this thing on my arm? He didn't say it was
broke."
"We go to see the doctor again on Friday afternoon. Suppose we ask him
then, okay?"
****
Something was squeezing my shoulder and then I thought I heard my name.
That's when I realized I'd dozed off again. When I managed to get my eyes
open there stood Larry and Donny.
"Hey, guys. Whatsup?" That's all I could manage until I woke up more.
"I just came by to see how you were doin'. My dad told me they kept you at
the hospital last night." Donny was letting me know he got to go home last
night.
"Yeah, but I don't remember most of it. I just remember wakin' up and
seein' my dad and Uncle Ray there with me. Oh, I was hungry too. Do
yourself a favor and don't ever eat the oatmeal at that place. Gross!"
"They tell ya what all's messed up and when ya can go back ta school?"
Larry was asking, and then kept talking before I could answer. "Brad, you
oughtta hear all the stuff goin' on at school. Man, everybody says Jake's
really gonna be in trouble this time. There's talk he might even get sent
to juvie. Everybody's askin' 'bout you, too. They wanna know if you're
gonna come back and kick his ass when you're all patched up."
"Damn, they sure are blood thirsty, but who's blood? In case they don't
know it, I'm the one got his ass kicked. What makes 'em think I want to go
through this again?"
"Well, we just figured that since you got him last time . . .you know
. . ." Larry stumbled through trying to come up with some explanation.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks. In case you forgot, the only reason I got him last
time was because I cracked his nuts and that was an accident . . .or luck;
however you wanna look at it."
"Hey, can we be the first ta sign your arm cast?" Larry decided to change
the subject in a hurry. He signed first, using a laundry pen Uncle Ray
had, and then Donny. While Donny signed the doorbell rang; it was Todd and
right behind him came Andy and Jerry. Before long everybody was getting
drinks out of the fridge. Larry pulled some snacks out of the pantry and
we were having a nice little party. The two main topics of conversation of
course were what happened to Donny and me and what ought to happen to Jake
and his friends. I did learn that the third guy that no one knew, the one
that held me, someone at school said was Jake's older brother. That means
there were two of them in that household. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
After a while, the door bell rang again. Donny answered, and it was Nancy.
When she saw all the guys there she started to leave, but we managed to
talk her into staying, at least for a couple of minutes. The only change
in the conversation was to clean up the language some.
Wednesday, Uncle Ray let me sleep. He woke me just long enough to let me
know he'd be back for lunch. I woke before lunch and needed to get up.
The way he had me laid out to sleep I had to look like a corpse outside the
coffin. Pillows were stacked under my back and head so I just leaned back
instead of lying down. Pillows tucked into my sides kept me from rolling
over. The only really comfortable part was he took that big bandage from
around my middle so I could breathe better. When I tried to get up I knew
what that bandage supported.
After making it up, I decided I really didn't want to suffer through all
that again so I just stayed up. Remembering what Uncle Ray said about not
knowing who might come over I decided to at least put on some pants. Every
day I got up and dressed myself. Busted up ribs and a bad arm made
dressing a challenge. After falling back on the bed three or four times, I
gave up on the underwear. Socks weren't even a consideration and jeans
were just as bad as the underwear. Finally, I pulled out a pair of my
jogging shorts. Thanks to the special cut, they were big enough and flimsy
enough for me to spread open on the floor, stand in the holes and pull them
up with one hand; not the best, but I wasn't totally naked.
Uncle Ray called just before lunch and asked what I wanted. A few minutes
later he walked in with the requested burger, fries and milkshake. I also
got the comment that if my appetite was any barometer, then I should be
well soon. He was going to wrap me again but I begged off till after we
ate. He told me I could probably go to school the next day since I wasn't
taking pain killers, which no one asked me if I wanted. He talked with the
principal and arranged it so I moved from class to class before everyone
else so I didn't get bumped too much, and someone would carry my books.
Okay, I could handle a little special treatment.
Before long I did get wrapped like a mummy again; I didn't remember it
being that tight. He made a comment about my shorts and no underwear. I
asked him if he had any idea how hard it was to reach, one handed, between
the tight flaps on tighty-whities, to get the equipment out to perform the
duties. He put his hands up and left me alone. Besides, we didn't expect
any one, the shorts were just in case. He left me with an extra milkshake,
just in case I might starve before someone got home. Ha . . .ha; but I
didn't turn it down.
A few minutes after Uncle Ray left, the door bell rang. I figured someone
wanted to sell me something, so I ignored it. When it rang two more times,
I made an effort to get up, but it was easier to scream out that it was
unlocked. The door opened and I got a surprise; it was Nancy. I was half
standing when I saw her and she got this big smile on her face. I realized
I was almost naked and I didn't sit down, I plopped down. I paid the price
for the jolt too. After I got a couple of good breaths I grabbed a couple
of throw pillows and put them beside me, and kind of over me. Shit! She
wasn't supposed to be here. Plus, she was wearing one of those loose tops
so when she leaned over to give me a little hug, I could see right into her
boobs; they were still nice.
"Mom pulled me out of school for a dentist appointment. I thought I'd stop
by and see how you're doing. Can I get you something?" She asked, really
sounding concerned.
"Uh-uh, just give me minute. It was dumb; I plopped down instead of
sitting and paid the price for the jolt to my side."
"Everyone at school's talking about what happened. You wouldn't believe
all the stories about your injuries. There's everything from broken ribs
to caved in lungs." She paused for a moment. It was nice to see someone
act as though they were really concerned.
"Well, I hate to disappoint everyone, but I don't even have any broken
ribs; they're cracked. 'Course, they feel like they're broken. He managed
to crack a bone in my arm at the same time."
"Do you have to wear that big bandage all the time? I thought you said
Mr. Ray was going to let you leave if off." She placed two fingers on the
bandage and rubbed the material. The fingers ran off the bandage and
managed to trail over my nipple; shivers ran through me at her touch.
"This bandage is the worst part of the whole thing. It has to fit tight to
hold everything where it's supposed ta be. Uncle Ray lets me take it off
at night though, so I can sleep." I paused for minute; this whole scene
kind of felt like it was getting lame. "You want some ice cream or
somethin'? There's some rocky road in the freezer."
"Yeah. Sounds good," she answered, sounding kind of upbeat. "You stay
there and I'll fix it for us, okay?"
"Okay. But, instead of stayin' here, while you do that I got some personal
business I need ta tend to." I blushed a little and she got this goofy
smile.
When I tried to get up though, I had trouble. When I plopped back into the
chair I didn't put my foot and leg under me. Now I got to go through the
whole pain routine trying to get up. She saw me having trouble and put an
arm around me to help. When she pulled it actually hurt even more. She
couldn't apologize enough and still wanted to help. The next thing I felt
was her hand on my butt. Her hand was under the rear flap of my shorts and
on my naked butt!!
"Ummm, nice shorts; like the cut. Nice butt, too." At that point I turned
about ten shades of red. "Brad!!" she hollered out giggling. "You're
blushing. I don't believe it. Remember, we went to Donny's grandparents'
place together? I've already seen it all. Nice view, too." She teased,
giggled and had fun. I blushed; of course, I liked it too.
"You saw it all and thanks. I saw it all, too, but I didn't get to touch,"
I teased back.
"You didn't ask." She responded, still smiling. This girl was a real
tease. She was giving me an open invitation and I was rapidly developing a
problem I wouldn't be able to hide.
"S'cuse moi. I need to go down the hall. Weren't you going to get us
something?"
I headed straight for the bathroom. Standing there, I couldn't help but
think of what Nancy had just said to me and started getting excited. This
was the last thing I needed right now and I tried to will things to a
normal, relaxed state. Still, she did almost practically tell me to help
myself. Great, all I needed was to start feeling her up and have Larry or
Donny walk in. If Larry walked in, he'd bust a seam wanting to tell Uncle
Ray that Nancy and I were here alone, almost naked, feeling one another.
Bad thought! Things started showing again.
When I went back to the family room, I made sure that I put my foot and leg
under me. As I was getting settled, Nancy came in with the ice cream. She
made it a point to bend over a little more than necessary to show me the
goods, and I don't mean the ice cream. She was having a great time teasing
me. She sat on the ottoman and just looked at me with this silly smirk on
her face. That smirk meant trouble and I knew it.
"Brad, if you could feel, what did you want to feel?" She acted a little
sheepish when she asked me that. I could not believe this girl. Didn't
she know she was really pushing it? I decided two could play this game.
"Your boobs. Are they as soft and creamy as they look?" There! Call me
on it.
"Don't know; never thought about it. You think they look nice?" She asked
me.
"Yeah, 'bout as nice as you seem ta think my butt looks. I'd rate 'em
about a five. I'd have ta feel 'em to do better." A red flag went off in
my mind. The devilish side of me took care of it real fast, though. The
devil continued to dominate. "Make you a deal. You feel my butt and I get
to feel your boobs; skin to skin." She thought about it for a minute and
then stood up; I did the same, only slower.
"You'll have to drop your shorts so I can feel the skin." She told me,
sounding excited.
"Uh-uh. These are my special cut shorts. There's no underwear in the
back; I cut it out." She got the weirdest smile then. She was really
having a good time!
Nancy put her dish of ice cream down and walked up to me. We stood there,
looking at one another in the eyes. Who would move first? I took her left
hand in my right, and moved her hand around and under my shorts. The
fingers tickled and sent shock waves of excitement through me; the palm of
her hand was warm. She squeezed my butt cheek lightly. She pulled her
hand away and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her top; then she released
the snap on her bra and let it fall down.
I looked at those perfectly molded and tanned globes; there was no tan
line. What was it about them that excited me so? I didn't know what it
was, but I did know what I wanted to do with them. I set my ice cream down
and reached out, cupping a firm, silky globe in my palm. She stepped
forward and wrapped both arms around my waist. Her hands now stretched
across my cheeks; they felt like they were on fire. No words were
exchanged between us. I reached down and kissed the top of her right
breast, then I kissed the nipple. She pulled me closer; holding me tight,
inhaling sharply through clenched teeth. I held the left breast and kissed
it on top, then the nipple. Rather than let it go, I began to suckle at
her nipple.
This was different. The nipple itself was so soft and warm. She thrust
out her chest to give me more. Instinctively, while I suckled the left
breast, my hand traveled to the right breast and began to knead it. Her
hands began to massage my butt. This was nice. It was soft and warm;
relaxing, but exciting at the same time. I didn't feel the excitement I
got with Uncle Ray, but I still liked it in a different way. Finally, we
separated.
"Nice boobs," I told her and smiled. "I'd rate 'em about an eight now.
When you get older they should be a easy ten plus."
"Nice butt," she told me, returning the smile. Then I felt her hand move
around to my front and go down inside my shorts. She was holding my sac.
"Nice marbles, too. Never held a boy's marbles before; feel warm and
silky; I think I feel somethin' else down there getting firm too." Then
she pulled her hand away while I blushed. "Better go." She gave me a
quick peck on the cheek and called back, "Call me if you need anything.
Okay?"
"Yeah. Thanks." I stood there dumbfounded or like an idiot. She let me
handle her boobs; she satisfied a dream. She had massaged my butt, fondled
the twins and felt my pole growing. I just stood there about ready to
drool, or fall from excitement, or shoot; whatever. I realized I was about
as hard as I could get so I dropped my shorts to my ankles, sat down, and
placed the cold ice cream bowls where they would do the most good.
When we went to bed that night, Uncle Ray laid me out again. I felt like I
belonged on The Munster's or something. I told him the worst part was
having to wear that damn bandage; I felt like I was being squeezed to
death. He told me I had a doctor's appointment Friday afternoon and we'd
see about changing things a little. Then I told him I wanted to go to
school the next day.
"Brad, that may be a little early son. If someone bumps into you, it could
really hurt."
"That's not what's important, Uncle Ray. Jake will be back in school
tomorrow. If I'm not there, that'll mean he's won. Don't you understand
that part?"
"I knew from the time I got home that something was on your mind. Want to
talk about it?"
"No, not right now, okay? Maybe later?" I didn't think it was smart to
let him know I'd been thinking about Nancy, so I went in his direction.
"It's just that, well, Uncle Ray, I can't let him think he got the best of
me. What's goin' ta happen?"
"We don't know yet." Uncle Ray moved over and wrapped an arm under my
neck. I scooted as close to him as possible. "He could be in serious
trouble with the law. He assaulted you with intent to do serious bodily
harm. That's assault and battery. If he's done it before to someone else
and been charged, then it's aggravated assault and battery. He's in some
serious trouble right now. The last word I had was that most likely he
would be transferred to Bannerman; I'm not sure that will do him any good.
There's a pretty rough crowd down there, from what I here."
I tried to turn on my side but had trouble. Uncle Ray reached over me and
with his hand on my butt, managed to roll me over to face him. I wrapped
my arm, cast and all, over his chest and put my left leg over his leg. He
felt warm and comfortable. I held onto him and he held me close. I needed
a distraction and started lightly humping his leg.
:"Hey, kiddo, easy. You'll hurt yourself."
"Please Uncle Ray, I need it, I really do." He gave me a questioning look.
"I'll explain later, but right now^Å"
He put a finger over my lips to hush me. Then, he rolled me onto my back.
Leaning over me, there was a gentle kiss to my forehead and then each eye.
A finger, touching me only slightly, traced the edge of my ear and neck.
The finger then ran down my nose and only barely touching me, traced the
outline of my lips. Those sensitive finger tips touched every part of my
body that night. When he finished with the front, he rolled me part way
onto a pillow; I lay about three-quarters of the way on my stomach. After
he propped a pillow under the top leg, he began to torture me, his way. He
kissed, nibbled and teased his way all around my butt. The rim job of all
rim jobs had me squirming and whimpering. How long he worked to pleasure
me, I don't know. How many fingers massaged my magic spot? I lost track
of the number of times he pushed me over the top and brought me back for
more. I know that before I fell asleep, I again became his whimpering
puppy. It was nice to be his boy.
****
I insisted on riding the bus with the other kids. Larry carried my books
for me and all the kids had questions and wanted to look at my body wrap.
By the time we got to school, half the kids on the bus had signed my cast.
The teacher stopped me as I walked into home room to tell me that all my
teachers would let me out five minutes early so I could get to my next
class without someone bumping me. One of my classmates would be let out
early also to carry my books.
Homeroom and first period weren't too bad. I expected a lot of the kids to
ask questions and say something. The class I focused on was second period,
that's when I would probably see Jake and one of his friends. When I
walked into the room, first period was just ending. The teacher motioned
for me to sit in a chair near her desk. When the class was dismissed, I
started to move to my regular seat when she told me to stay where I was.
Just before class started she told me I was to go to Mr. Johnson's office,
the principal. I could leave my books in the room by her desk. As I
started to leave, Jake walked in. He looked and gave me a contemptuous
sneer. I didn't have anything to say, or that I could say in front of the
teacher, so I just stared at him.
"Ooooooooooo," he taunted, "big, bad Brad."
"Ooooooooooo," I retorted, "big, bad Jake has to have his friends help
him."
"That's enough, boys!" The teacher snapped. "Brad, on your way. Jake,
take your seat; now!"
When I reached Mr. Johnson's office, I walked in and saw Uncle Ray,
Mr. Paul, and the two boys that held Donny. They looked at me, and then
down at the floor without saying anything. There were four other people in
the room, but I didn't know who they were except one who I thought might be
Jake's dad.
"Brad, come on in, son. Sit in the chair right in front of my desk." As I
sat down, Donny walked in.
"Good, now that Donny's here, let's get started, shall we?" Mr. Johnson
sounded like this was an everyday thing for him; maybe it was. "Now, I
want everyone to understand that since this alleged incident took place on
school grounds, it is school business. Brad, I want you to tell me and
these other people what happened last Monday afternoon." I looked over at
Uncle Ray and he just gave me a reassuring nod.
"Donny and me came to the school grounds to look for a game of pick-up
ball. It was a typical ball game that lasted for a hour or so and then
Jake came up with three other guys. Jake hit me and then one of his
friends held me while Jake worked me over. Another guy held Donny while
another guy worked him over. That was about it." I didn't understand why
I had to tell the story again; I'd told it to about a dozen adults; at
least I thought it was that many.
"Brad, did Jake say anything to you when he approached you?"
"Yes sir, he told me he was goin' ta make me pay for what his dad did ta
him for lettin' a little kid like me take him." That's when I heard one of
the other men start to say something and I knew it was Jake's dad.
"Donny, do you have anything to add? Did Brad leave anything out?" the
principal asked.
"Not really, sir, 'cept Jake called Brad a few names," Donny blushed a
little and his voice lowered, "that I can't repeat in here . . . sir." I
saw Mr. Paul and Uncle Ray try to hide a laugh.
"Brad, Donny, can you identify these two boys sitting over here? Are they
the boys that attacked you, Donny?" Donny looked at the boys and then
nodded to Mr. Johnson.
One of the men opened a door and asked Uncle Ray, Mr. Paul, Donny and me to
wait in there. I heard Mr. Johnson ask someone to bring Jake in. I sat
next to Uncle Ray and held on to one of his arms. Mr. Paul and Uncle Ray
explained to us that the other adults in with Mr. Johnson were from the
Department of Children and Families and Juvenile Hall. I wasn't completely
sure what that meant, but I knew it wasn't good; at least not for Jake.
We found out that this wasn't the first time Jake had been reported for
beating up on another kid. It more or less ran in the family because he
had an older brother that served time in juvenile detention for the same
thing and was on probation. The police thought he was the one that held
me. The last time the brother got in trouble it was with Jake and he held
the other kid the same way he did me; knee in the back, arms stretched
behind me. The last couple of times a problem was reported, they got away
with it because no one would say anything against them. This time, whoever
those boys were that witnessed what Jake and his friends did, talked.
Uncle Ray sat there and smiled.
"You said somethin' to them, did'n ya?"
"Not much," he said as he turned and put an arm around me. "Same thing
I've always said to you about defining moments and making choices."
I knew what he was saying to me. There would be times in our lives that we
had to make a choice between doing what was right and what was easier. He
told me to always think about how I would want someone else to act and
whether down the road I'd look back and regret the choice. Sounded easy,
but it wasn't. He told those other boys they could run from Jake or stop a
bully in his tracks and it would be easier if they all stood together.
We could hear people talking in Mr. Johnson's office, but we couldn't
always understand what they said. It wasn't hard to hear Jake raise his
voice and eventually I figured out the man I heard hollering was his dad
when he said something like "look what you've gone and done, you dumb
little shit!" He sounded mad, and I mean MAD! That was when Jake started
crying. Soon I heard him crying and pleading. I didn't know what they
were saying to him, but I did understand him when he said, "Please! Noooo
. . .noooooo, please." A cold chill ran through me and I felt bad, like I
was the cause of this. I looked over at Donny and could see he was feeling
down, too.
When the door opened, I looked into Mr. Johnson's office. They were just
finishing. I didn't hear, or at least didn't let what I did hear register
with me. I saw Jake's dad. He looked like he was completely defeated.
Jake was leaving the room crying, reaching out, and pleading for 'daddy'.
When I saw him and he looked at me it wasn't with anger or revenge in his
eyes; his eyes pleaded for help. A tear ran down my cheek.
I heard Mr. Johnson explain to Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul that Jake would be
going to Bannerman and live in a juvenile home where he would get
counseling to help him. The third boy we hadn't seen was Jake's brother;
the police would take care of him. The other two boys would be suspended
for ten days and their parents were paying the medical bills. It was up to
Uncle Ray and Mr. Paul whether they wanted to file a civil action for
damages.
I heard the adults talking but I kept watching Jake as they took him away.
I kind of understood his pain. Maybe his dad was abusive, but that didn't
mean he didn't love him or that Jake didn't love his dad. His dad was all
Jake had and now he was being taken away. My dad was a little abusive to
me sometimes, especially with the belt. Uncle Ray said it was because he
never had a dad to teach him how to be a father. My dad was lucky that
someone cared enough to protect him. I was lucky that someone cared enough
to protect me. We still had each other.
Uncle Ray walked over and stood in front of me. He put his arms around my
shoulders and I melted into him. We stood there while I cried, silently.
Placing a hand on each side of my head he tilted it up toward him.
"Hey, kiddo, this wasn't you're fault. I know it looks bad right now, but
with a little luck and effort, Jake will get some help and so will his dad.
If they really want it to work out, they'll be back together again before
too long. Just remember, you had nothing to do with this outcome. Okay?"
I put my head against him and held as tight as I could. After a couple of
minutes I put my chin on his stomach, looked up at him and spoke quietly.
"Can we go home?"
End Ch Sixty-Seven
To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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