Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2011 02:05:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Trish Riddle <daiya98@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Voice from the Past Chapter 8

Warning:

This story is fiction- all names were made up. So if there is anyone out
there with these names, I don't know them.  If you do not like the idea of
male relationships, then please do not read any further.


This is my first story, so please let me know how I'm doing. I have been
reading the stories on Nifty for about three years, and decided that I
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I want to thank Joe for all the help he has given me throughout this
story. Without his help, I probably wouldn't be as far into the story as I
am. I also want to thank Jere for taking the time to edit the story for me.


So, get comfortable, read the story, and I'm hoping that you enjoy it!



A Voice from The Past

Chapter 8

"Andy! What is going on? Why did Jimmy just run out here crying?"
Mrs. Caldwell asked.


"I----I don't know! We were having a nice conversation; then I mentioned
that I was a police officer, and he took off running. I didn't mean to
upset him. What did I do?" Andy asked.


 "Oh, Andy, just let me have a minute with Jimmy. Then you come to his
room. It will be okay. I don't think you want to talk about things out
here. Evidently, Jimmy needs more privacy," Mrs. Caldwell said. She gave
Andy directions to Jimmy's room, then left to find Jimmy.


"Jimmy?" Mrs. Caldwell said, while looking around Jimmy's room. "Jimmy, I
know you're in here," Mrs. Caldwell said. She saw Jimmy in the corner,
holding a picture tight to his chest, just rocking back in fourth, talking
quietly to himself.


"Jimmy, Honey, come on; get up from the floor and tell me what happened,"
Mrs. Caldwell said, as she put her arms around him, and held him close to
her.


"Mrs. <sniff> Caldwell <sniff> did you know Andy is a cop <sniff>?" Jimmy
asked.


"No I didn't. What does that have to do with anyth------ Oh no! Jimmy,
sweetie," Mrs. Caldwell said, being interrupted by Andy at the door.


"Mrs. Caldwell, can I have a minute with Jimmy." Andy asked.


"NO! NO! NO! Please don't leave me with him!"Jimmy begged.


"Jimmy, sweetie, it will be okay. Just talk to him. I will be right outside
your door; just let me know if you need me," Mrs. Caldwell said, hugging
Jimmy. She had become very fond of the boy, and it pained her to see him so
miserable.


"Andy, take it easy with him; just talk with him. Try to get him to tell
you what is going on," Mrs. Caldwell said to Andy, as she left the room.


"Jimmy" Andy said. As he pushed the door closed, but not quite closing it
all the way.


Jimmy looked up at Andy, with tears in his eyes. "Can you leave me alone,
please?" Jimmy said.


"Jimmy, I'm not going to hurt you, and, no, I am not going to leave you
alone. You and I will work through this together!  Please give me time, and
tell me why you are so upset. I would like to help, if I can," Andy said.


"You're a cop! I don't want to be around you, much less be friends!" Jimmy
said, almost yelling.


"Yes, I'm a cop; what does that have to do with our being friends?" Andy
asked.


"Cops get away with anything they want. If they do something wrong, they
work their way out of getting in trouble," Jimmy said.


"I'm not going lie to you, Jimmy. Yes, sometimes a cop can get out of
trouble, just because they are a police officer.  The good cops outweigh
the bad cops, so we try to stop it. What is it about me being a cop that is
causing trouble for you?" Andy asked.


"Do you know a Lieutenant Daniel McDowell?" Jimmy asked.


"Yes, I do; he is in jail awaiting trial for allegedly killing his son. Why
do you ask?" Andy questioned.


"You see this picture here?" Jimmy asked, showing Andy the picture.


"Is that you?" Andy asked.


"No, it is not!" Jimmy said.


"The picture looks like you," Andy said, looking closely at the picture.


"It's my twin brother," Jimmy said, and broke down crying.


"Jimmy, I know we just met, but I would like to help! So, please, tell me
what Lieutenant McD---- Oh NO!" Andy stopped. He now thought he knew what
was happening with Jimmy.


"The picture is my twin brother, Jeremy. He was my best friend, and my Dad
killed him, thinking he was me," Jimmy said, breaking into tears again.


"Your father thought he was killing you? Why?" Andy asked, not believing
what he heard.


"Yes, he wanted to kill me, because he found out that I am----," Jimmy
paused for a minute, and thought, `If I tell Andy that I'm gay, he would be
gone.' "He found out that I'm gay," Jimmy said, in a whisper so low that
Andy was almost not hearing him.  "He was not happy about it.  Jeremy
didn't care. He loved me for me. He said he would always be there for me,
no matter what. Now he is gone and it is my fault." Jimmy began crying
harder.


"Jimmy, that can't be; you poor thing. Where is your Mother?" Andy asked.


"She died when we were born. It has only been me, Jeremy, and Dad," Jimmy
said.


"I have known Lt. McDowell for awhile, and I had no idea he was
homophobic. He knew my....," Andy stopped what he was about to say.


"See, I knew you would be on his side, because you are a cop. GET OUT!
Mrs. Caldwell!"  Jimmy started yelling.


"No, Jimmy, just let me talk to you, please." Andy asked.


"What is going on?" Mrs. Caldwell asked, peeking in the door.


"It's okay; can you give us a few more minutes?" Andy asked.


"Jimmy, is that okay?" Mrs. Caldwell asked.


Jimmy looked at Andy. "Please, Jimmy can we talk about this?" Andy asked.


"Okay, I'll talk to him, but will you leave the door open?" Jimmy asked.


"I'll be right here outside the door. If you need me, Jimmy, just call for
me!" Mrs.  Caldwell said, giving Andy a stern look.


"Jimmy, can you tell me what happened?" Andy asked.


"Jeremy had gone away for the weekend, camping with some friends. He wasn't
due home till Sunday. So, I guess Dad had planned for this all to happen
Saturday, since Jeremy would be gone.  I had made plans to go to the movies
with some friends. Dad and I had been fighting since Jeremy left. Like I
said, he was not happy to find out that I am gay. So he said I could go, so
I would be out of the house, I think. Then I guess he made his plans to
make the house look like it had been broken into. I was to come home, and
would be killed. I was told to come home right after the movies. Dad and I
had been fighting, as I said, and I decided I would go out for pizza after
the movie. By the time I got home, maybe Dad would be asleep.  Little did
we know that one of Jeremy's friends got sick, and they came home early,"
Jimmy said, he had to stop for a minute.


"Take your time," Andy said.


"From what I have been told, Jeremy got home, and the house was dark. It
was early, way too early for Dad and me to be in bed. He thought maybe I
was out, and Dad got called to work, like he often does. For some reason,
which I will never know, Jeremy started to go into the kitchen door. He
usually goes in at the front door. As soon as Jeremy opened the door, Dad
shot him. That is where Dad was waiting for him. Well waiting for me. I
don't how much time passed before I got there. The place was crawling with
cops. Even with Dad and I fighting like we were, I got a big knot in my
stomach. I walked in the kitchen, and I couldn't believe what I saw. Dad
was on the floor holding Jeremy in his lap, crying. I knew the moment I saw
Jeremy that he was gone. My life is over; there is no reason to live. Dad
looked at me, and made me feel even worse. He said `This wasn't supposed to
happen! Why my boy? You were supposed to be out of town. This can't be
happening!" Jimmy stopped again, thinking. I will hear those words for the
rest of my life."


Jimmy looked at Andy, who was now in tears himself, so, Jimmy went over to
Andy and gave him a hug. "I was on leave when this was happening, because
my brother was in the hospital.  I never heard any of this.  I guess it's
because we are not suppose to discuss the Lieutenant at work. Jimmy, I'm so
sorry you have gone through this, but please don't think you will be
alone. I would like to be your friend, and help you through this," Andy
said.


"You can't help me! You work for my father!" Jimmy said.


"Just because I work at the same precinct, does not mean that I believe
him, and am on his side. Jimmy, he is in jail, so I doubt that I will be
working with him," Andy said.


Jimmy looked up at Andy. "You believe me? You know I'm gay, and you still
want to be my friend?" Jimmy said, with the biggest grin.


"Jimmy, I'm going to tell you something, but I'm not going to get into a
lot of details right now. However, I will tell you one day. We have a lot
in common, that you don't realize. I have a twin brother, as well, and he
is also gay.


To be continued