Date: Sun, 06 Aug 2000 20:19:00 -0400
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 8 of One Big Happy Family

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			       Chapter Eight

"No, guys, I am just not ready to go back to my Grandmother's right now. I
have only been here for five days, and I am already going stir crazy in
there. Just let me out across the street from the park entrance, and I will
just walk around in the park for a while," Keith said.

"We can't do that, Keith. You know it isn't safe to walk around in there
after dark," Brad said.

"Look, it is nowhere near dark. The sun has just gone down, but it is over
an hour before it gets dark. I just want to walk around for a while. I will
be fine. I appreciate you guys trying to look out for me, but I will be
careful. I am just going to walk through the park to the entrance across
the street from my Grandmother's house, and then I will go inside. Are you
sure none of you can go out tonight?" Keith asked.

"Steve and I promised our parents we would stay at home tonight and babysit
our brother and sister. We told them we would weeks ago, so they could go
to this big party. There is no way we can get out of it. If we had known
you were flying in, we could have tried to get a babysitter, but it is too
late now," Ricky said.

"Yeah, and after I got home past my curfew last night, the rents threw a
fit, so I know they won't let me get out tonight. Sorry, Keith," Brad said.

"I know, I should have called you when Dad agreed to let me come last
week. I was so busy with my exams, I couldn't plan that far ahead. OK, no
big deal. Maybe we all can do something tomorrow night," Keith answered.

Ricky, Steve, and Brad were boys Keith had met three years ago, and they
had fast become great friends. All three boys were gay, and had all come
out to their parents at about the same time.  They had spent a lot of time
with Keith and his two cousins discussing their feelings and experiences.
They six of them had clicked almost from the start. Each of the three of
them had tried to talk Keith out of walking around in Hyde Park so late in
the evening by himself, but they all knew that when Keith makes his mind up
about something, there is no changing it.

Reluctantly, Ricky pulled the Mercedes over to the curb, and Keith reached
over and gave him a big hug and kiss on the cheek, then quickly got out of
the car. Brad and Steve got out of the back seat and the same show of
affection was given to them as well. Brad got into the front seat with
Ricky, and the boys drove off after giving a final wave to Keith as he
crossed the street, his Hermes bag that he constantly had with him hanging
across his shoulder.

Really, there was nothing wrong with Keith wanting some time alone in the
park. There certainly was nothing wrong for showing affection publicly for
your friends. Everything would have been fine, except for one small
problem. Three out of work tough guys age 18, 19, and 20 were hanging
around a corner with no place to go and had seen the whole exchange. They
had hated gays all their lives, and prided themselves on beating up more
than a few of them. They had spent the rest of their money on pints in the
pub down the street not fifteen minutes earlier, and now they watched the
expensively dressed Keith cross the street, his jewelry flashing in the
sunlight.  No a word was spoken between them, they had done this far too
many times to need to talk about it. They just nodded at Keith, and all
three followed him into the park.

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Phill and the other three boys had arrived the day before, and had met up
at Sam's cousin's house.  They had a wild night, and came in completely
hammered. They had all five slept late into the next day, and had taken
some extra time that afternoon to nurse their hangovers before deciding to
venture out again in the late afternoon.

Sam's cousin was named Dave. He had lived in London all his life, but had
only been in this part of town the last two years. It hadn't taken him long
to know all of the shortcuts to get from one point to the other, though,
and the closest tube stop was not far away if you cut through the grassy
areas of the park. Of course, you aren't supposed to walk on the grassy
areas of the park.  You are supposed to stay on the paved path like nice
British lads, now aren't you?

But, these boys were all 15, 16, or 17, and a shortcut seemed like a lots
better idea than walking a much farther distance. Especially, since none of
them felt particulary great. Their heads still felt a little too big for
the rest of their bodies after all the drinks they had consumed the night
before.

"Erm, do you think it is a good idea to be cutting across here, Dave?"
Phill asked politely.

"Sure, mate, it's cool. I do it all the time. Just keep an eye out for the
coppers, all right? This will save us at least ten minutes walking time,"
he answered, as they pushed through some larger bushes that were blocking
their path. "Hello, what do we have here?"

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Keith really didn't have anywhere in particular he wanted to go in Hyde
Park, he just wasn't ready to go back to his Grandmother's, so he mostly
wandered around. He stopped at the lake and watched the swans and ducks for
a few minutes, but became bored with that and headed back towards the
general vicinity of his Grandmother's.

Walking slowly and stopping to look at anything that caught his attention
made Keith an easy target to watch and follow. As he walked under a huge
oak tree into the shade, it was very easy for the two biggest boys to grab
him and force him back into the high bushes on the other side.  One kept
his hand over Keith's mouth to keep him from calling out for help.

Keith was surprised, to say the least. He had been trained in self defense
at an early age to try and help in case he ever had a kidnaping attempt
taken against him, and in this case, his prior training probably hurt him
more than it helped him. As he was dragged into the center of a clearing,
he bit down on the hand of the person who had his hand over his mouth, and
kicked out at the third boy, who was coming up in front of him, kicking him
between his legs. It stopped him for a moment, but was only a glancing
blow, and then all three of them were on him.

They undoubtably would have beaten him, anyway, but now all three were mad,
and they made him pay for having the ordassity to actually try and fight
back against them to save himself. They beat him almost into
unconsciousness, shouting such witty sayings as "Fucking Queer!" and "Cock
Sucker!", before starting to look through his Hermes bag. They frisked him,
but Keith never kept anything like a wallet or keys on his person,
everything he had with him was in the bag.

They had gotten his wallet and keys, and almost tore off the gold chain he
wore around his neck.  They ripped off the two rings he was wearing,
jostling him enough that he recovered slightly.  Keith looked up and saw
them with all his possessions in their hands. All he could think of to say
was "Not my keys, please don't take my keys."

The keys really weren't very important. To this day, Keith still doesn't
know why he said that.  The key ring had the keys to his house in Beverly
Hills, the keys to his Grandmother's house, and several other miscellaneous
keys, but replacing them would not take near as much money as replacing all
of the jewelry they had stolen. He certainly wasn't in any condition to
need the keys to his Grandmother's house to let him in.

It did make them mad again, however. This little rich queer had the gall to
ask them not to take something they now rightfully owned, after kicking his
little queer ass? Didn't he understand the rules of the streets? You find a
queer, you roll him, and anything he has is automatically yours.  The
police really didn't care, they never made more than a minimum effort to
find out who did it.  The three of them had been doing gay bashing for
three years, and had never come close to getting caught. Who was he to even
challenge them? He had better be more concerned with what they were going
to do to him than what they were going to do with what they took from him.

So, they needed to teach the little queer another lesson, and they were
very good at that. They started kicking him, and stomping on him, until
they were interrupted by five boys walking into the clearing.

"So, what do we have here? Three guys beating up on one smaller guy? That
doesn't seem fair, does it to you, mates?" Dave said. Living near here, he
was used to all the reported mugings that regularly occur at night in Hyde
Park.

"Get out of here and mind your own business, or you will get what he is
getting," the larger of the three muggers said menacingly.

"Oh, I don't think so," Sam said, taking out his flick knife and clicking
it open. All four of the small town boys always brought flick knives with
them when they went to London for protection.  Even though they always
stayed close together, you never knew when you would need a weapon in an
emergency.

All five boys took out their knives and started circling the three
muggers. The muggers weren't very bright, but they knew their chances
against five boys with knives weren't very good, even if they were all
three bigger than the biggest of the five. They had already taken
everything of value from Keith, so they made their decision quickly. They
turned tail and ran for it.

Four of the boys ran after them, but Phill immediately went over to Keith
and started trying to see what he could do for him. He got out his mobile
phone and punched in 999, knowing Keith needed to go to the hospital. After
giving them their location, he lifted Keith's head up on his lap and tried
to comfort him as much as he could.

Keith looked up at him frantically, like Phill was going to continue his
beating. "Hey, it is OK now. We chased all the bad guys away. You are going
to be just fine now, you just wait and see.  My name is Phill, and I will
stay with you until the ambulance arrives, OK?"  Phill asked softly,
holding his hand.

"Thank..............thank you, Phill. You and your friends saved my life.
I will repay your kindness someday, I swear I will," Keith said, squeezing
Phill's hand, as he drifted back into unconsciousness.

It took nearly fifteen minutes before the ambulance arrived. Keith would
come awake for a while and tried his best to smile up at Phill, sometimes
saying Phill's name, but most times not saying anything. Phill kept up a
constant conversation, trying to keep Keith from drifting off again. He
knew he was hurt badly, and didn't know of anything better he could for him
than to keep him calm and as comfortable as possible until help arrived.

The other four boys returned after a short period of time, and kept Phill
company until the ambulance operators finally got there. They had not been
able to catch the three muggers, and really, none of them knew if they
could have stabbed or cut them anyway. They were peace loving boys, not
hoods like the others, and carried the knives for protection only. But,
they did see the car and get the tag number that the three muggers escaped
in.

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