Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 22:17:53 -0700
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE RUNAWAY & TE DRAG QUEEN: EDDIE'S TALE: PART 2 (REVISED)
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THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN: EDDIE'S TALE: PART ONE
"I really do think I love you," I stammered out quietly.
Brad smiled, kissed me, and replied, "I love you too so don't worry.
You're safe with me now."
Reaching out to set my alarm and turn on some soft music, we drifted off to
sleep in each other's arms. I was happier than ever since Xavier
disappeared but still wondered where he might be and if he was okay. This
was my favorite place and memory so I just let it wash over me as I
surrendered to the long day of activity.
THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN: EDDIE'S TALE: PART TWO
I woke up the next morning alone in my bed and panicked. In my mind, I
remembered making love with Brad and curling up together but where was he.
Had I dreamt the entire event? My breath started coming in short, ragged
gasps when my door opened and in rushed my boyfriend. Brad took me in his
arms and rubbed my back gently. He explained that nature had called and he
did not want to wake me up. I was on the verge of tears and babbled about
my fears as he continued to soothe me. Kissing my cheek and lips, I
eventually calmed myself enough to enjoy the attention. The next sound was
my mother politely knocking on my door. We pulled a blanket over us and
let her inside. She said hello and let us know that she was making
breakfast in about 30 minutes. We rushed to the bathroom, prepped for our
meal, dressed, and headed downstairs. Entering the kitchen, my parents
greeted us with warm hellos as I walked over to help Mom with the food.
The room was filled with conversation as the pancakes and bacon cooked.
Setting everything on the table, we said a quick prayer and then started to
eat. We joked and discussed the project as well as my grades. Brad talked
about what his plan for college was and how I helped him to finalize his
decision.
After we finished, Brad said we needed to pick up some supplies to finish
the model and headed upstairs to use the toilet and grab the material list.
I stayed in the room, helping with the dishes and decided to say something
to both my parents.
"Mom," I started out nervously. "I know that you are aware of my intimate
relationship with Brad and I thank you for supporting me. It would have
broken my heart and probably killed me if I lost another person I loved."
By this time, I was crying and struggling to finish before I totally
collapsed. My mom came over and gave me a big hug and kiss and wanted me
to be happy and safe. They both liked and trusted Brad so there was no
need for them to worry I was being used. Smiling, I ran up and threw my
arms around Brad as I entered my room. We each grabbed a light coat and
headed out to his car. Driving on a clear Saturday morning, we headed into
downtown Chicago to visit an art supply store called Blick's. Since he
painted for a hobby and actually sold a few at craft fairs, Brad felt they
had the best selection at the best prices along with extremely
knowledgeable people to provide any type of help one might need.
We pulled up to a parking garage just off State Street and found a safe
place for the vehicle. Because of all the tall building and the lake, the
area was windy and quite cool. Getting down to ground level, we started
walking towards the store watching all the different people. I hadn't been
to the city too often so everything was an eye-opening experience. There
was so many cars and the El trains made a ton of noise that we didn't have
where I lived. After about three long blocks, we found Blick's on the
corner and entered. Brad had the material list and led me right to where
the best supplies were located. Spending abut 45 minutes to gather
everything on the list we headed for the cashier. As we waited in line, I
again was positive that I saw Xavier walk in the store with another young
man. They seemed especially close as they wandered around picking up some
supplies that were meant for oil painting. Not wanting to make a scene, I
told Brad I needed the bathroom and left to find it. Following the other
two around, I became more certain that it was Xavier. The young man with
him called him "Dimples." As much as I tried to overhear more of what they
were saying, I didn't want to be seen as spying. Just when I though that I
might "accidentally" bump into them, Brad texted me to let me know he was
ready to go. I turned and ran to meet him so we could go to eat a meal at
Navy Pier. We caught a bus for which dropped us off in front of the pier
so we had time to dine and look over the sights.
The weather was warm but because we were directly on the lake there was a
significant breeze. Walking around the shops and checking out the ships,
we headed towards a door to find the restaurant when one of Brad's friends,
Devin Maur, saw us and ran over to greet us. He was an athlete like Brad as
well as junior but also had a definite negative opinion about gay people.
I don't think that he knew about me or my relationship with Brad. As far
as most fellow students knew, I was being tutored because I missed so much
school due to health issues. Brad looked unsure of what to say when Devin
asked us to join him for lunch. Personally. I would have refused, since he
irked me, but I smiled and left it up to my boyfriend, who agreed. The
three of us went to an Irish pub that served typical bar-style food. It
wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought but I was still glad when it was over
and he left.
Catching the bus back to where we parked our car, Brad and I talked about
the day and what fun it was. Getting into the vehicle, I leaned over and
gave him a quick kiss before we started our trip back home. My mother
called while were still on the road and told us they would be back Monday
afternoon while Margaret's body was schedules for return on Tuesday. The
wake and funeral would take place on Friday and Saturday so they already
notified my principal. I didn't want to miss another day of school but she
was family so it was necessary. Brad wondered why I looked upset so I told
him. He nodded and said it was just one day so I shouldn't freak out. We
pulled up in front of my house just as it started to pour. Grabbing our
bags and shielding them from water, we both sprinted inside and took our
shoes and jackets off in the foyer.
DEVIN
I went down to Navy Pier to find a special gift for my secret crush, Brad.
We first met in kindergarten because our moms worked together, He was a
beautiful and sweet child even back at that time. My family had slightly
more money so Brad spent a lot of time being babysat by my nanny while his
parents both worked. Over the years, our friendship grew but deep in my
mind and heart I wanted more than just a friend. People have told me that
I seem very intolerant of gays but I think I'm just afraid of being teased.
As our third year of high school started, I finally decided to tell Brad
how I felt about him. The day was all planned, in my mind, when he
informed me that he was in a tutoring program as part of his community
service hours. I was okay with that idea until he told me who he was
taking under his wing. It was a young little twink freshman named Eddie
Waggoner, who had missed part of the beginning of the year because of
health problems. My jealous nature became aroused since I knew that this
young boy was beautiful and incredibly sexy. As crushed as I felt, I don't
truly believe that they will ever be anything more than student-teacher or
friends. Brad always told me how important I am to him so I think he
secretly cares for me as much as I do for him.
BRAD
It was stressful when Devin showed up at Navy while I was with Eddie.
Since we first became friends in kindergarten, we were practically
inseparable. Recently, I thought that he had something important to talk
with me about but we never seemed to find enough time alone. Whenever we
had some private moments, Devin remained quiet so I never pushed the issue.
After I told him about my plans to tutor Eddie, he got really silent and
didn't speak to me for a few days. I was unsure of what happened but he
eventually apologized saying he was afraid it might cut into our time
together. To my ears, that excuse sounded really lame but why force him to
admit it was. He never seemed to have anything nice to say about anyone
who even remotely appeared to be gay. Surely, he would abandon me or even
harass me if he discovered my love for Eddie. I decided then, with my
young sweetie's help, to keep our relationship quiet.
I got a little irritated when Eddie disappeared at Blick's to "use the
bathroom" because I saw his face when that one guy walked into the store.
He had revealed how his first lover had been ripped from him and that he
had been told Xavier was dead. Based in the couple of photos I had seen, I
was almost certain the individual he saw was the same person. My fear
concerned being dumped once Eddie found out his true love was still out
there somewhere. I swallowed that paranoia and simply chose to enjoy the
ride for as long as it continued.
EDDIE'S FATHER
I should probably introduce myself. My name is Nathaniel Isaiah Wagoner
and Eddie is my only child. My wife, Ophelia McFowell-Waggoner, had always
planned to have a large family with at least four children. She had never
been a strong, healthy woman and experienced thee miscarriages before
carrying Eddie to full term. Due to her unfortunate history, most of that
pregnancy was spent with her confined to bed. When she did deliver, she
lost so much blood that an emergency cesarean and hysterectomy were needed
to save her life. Even though we had discussed this possibility before the
event, we both felt cheated and devastated but decided to devote everything
we had to our son. Adoption was not an option because of her medical
health.
When we received the call from police, my first thought was alcohol or
drugs. I sped to the station only to be informed that my son and his
friend Xavier had been caught having sex by the lake. He couldn't be gay
so it had to be caused by that twisted little religious nut. His parents
seemed so strict when we met at the church but maybe that was all an act.
So often, it is the ones who seem the most pious who are also the most
warped. The minute they brought out Eddie, I decided to put him in a
mental hospital or intensive therapy to fix whatever was done to him and
his soul. The drive home was filled with anger and sadness on my part.
Once at home, he ran to his room without saying a word and I had to explain
what happened to his mother. She was as surprised and irked as I and felt
a psychiatrist might be the best thing.
A couple of weeks after the arrest, I was waiting for some important call
backs from several treatment programs when the phone rang. Picking up the
call, I was floored to hear that Ophelia's only brother, Davis, had tried
to kill himself because he was gay. Giving the receiver to my wife, she
talked with the doctor for well over two hours and drove to the hospital
where her brother was being treated. When we walked into his room, she ran
up to him and hugged him while crying. From that moment on, she refused to
allow our son be forced to change and struggled to accept both of them. It
was a wake-up call for me because it brought to light so many memories that
I thought I had buried.
The earliest of these memories that I can recall is my uncle, Lawrence,
babysitting me while my parents went to a wedding for one of my mother's
coworkers. We played Sorry and ate pizza before I had to take my bath. My
uncle ran the water to make sure I didn't get burned as I waited by the
side of the tub. Once the bath was filled, I stripped down and carefully
stepped into the bubbles. Uncle Larry offered to help me wash my back so I
turned around to let him do it. His hands seemed to shake as he moved the
cloth over my skin. I laughed at first since I was very ticklish as a
child. Eventually he moved lower and lower until he was caressing my butt.
Slowly he shifted his hand until it was between my legs and gripping my
penis. My parents always told me not to let anyone touch me there unless I
was hurt. I didn't know what exactly to say or do so I just let him
continue. That moment was the first of years of guilty secret pleasure I
experienced at his hands. By the time I turned 14, he had introduced me to
just about everything two men can do sexually. These sessions stopped only
after he was arrested for having sex with a teenage boy in a local forest
preserve. All these years later, I never told anyone, not even my wife.
This was the first issue I dealt with when we started to attend family
therapy to help Eddie.
EDDIE
Brad and I worked all weekend and finished my project with almost a week to
spare. The Parthenon looked amazing and Brad was certain that I would get
a really good grade. Hugging him we heard the phone ring so I ran to
answer it. My father was on the other end letting me know he was at the
airport and would be home in about 45 minutes. I said okay and together we
started making a meal of fried chicken, roasted potatoes, corn-on-the-cob,
and cornbread. Brad wanted to surprise them and thank my parents for
trusting him with me. By the time he arrived and unloaded his luggage, we
had the meal set up in the dining room. My mom was so shocked that she
almost cried but they both appreciated the gesture. The meal was wonderful
and it gave us a chance to converse without feeling uncomfortable.
After we finished, Brad announced that he had to return home since school
started the next morning. We said or goodbyes while he packed in the
privacy of my room and he promised to pick me up in the morning. Walking
out to his car, my father gave him a big hand shake and some cash for gas
telling him he was family and that's what they do. Brad had tears starting
to well up after being told that he was considered part of the family. I
watched my boyfriend go and went back inside to talk about the plans for
the funeral. Once I knew how it was going to be handled, I went to my room
to read a book I had started. It was called "Greygallows" by Barbara
Michaels. She was an Egyptologist who also penned a long list of gothic
style novels about all types of spooky subjects. I found her style to be
interesting and the subjects to be entertaining. Just as I got to a really
creepy section, the hall phone rang and I almost jumped out of my skin.
Dad called me to say Brad was on the phone.
"Hi sweetheart," he started. "I forgot my chemistry book there. Can you
pack it in your backpack for me? I'll reward you for it."
"Ooh," I replied. "What do I get if I remember it."
"Wait and see." Brad cooed "Thanks love. See you in the morning."
I hung up and went to take care of my before bed ritual. Looking in the
mirror, I decided that I wasn't as unattractive as some people wanted me to
think. Xavier always told me how handsome he thought I was but then he was
gorgeous. My physique was starting to fill out now that Brad was helping
me with an exercise program. I needed to be in better shape since I was
recently diagnosed with high-blood pressure. It ran in my family and, even
with my medication, the extra activity would keep it under control. Hair
had sprouted in all the places it should and my privates seem to getting a
bit larger each day. Smiling, I turned out the lights and crawled in bed
dreaming of the next moment I was with Brad.
ANONYMOUS MALE
I recall Xavier mentioning a former boyfriend with whom he lost contact.
Apparently they had been caught having sex in a public place and taking to
lock-up. Both families were mortified and this was when that slut, Xavier,
ran away from the grandparents who eat him for being in love with another
boy. My memory failed me at times so I have to find a way to discover who
this former flame was. If I can bring him back into Xavier's life, maybe I
can finally get Glenn for myself. Where I start is the real problem since
no one seems to know exactly where he had grew up. Tomorrow is a new
school day for us.
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Greygallows," Written by Barbara Michaels, ã 1972, 2007 by Harper Books.
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