Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 17:26:51 -0800
From: JS Collection <js.collection@verizon.net>
Subject: SOMEONE LIKE YOU   Chapter 6  Relationships

THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO
MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU DON'T READ IT. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO
BE READING IT, YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH SO JUST GO
ELSEWHERE. OTHERWISE, ENJOY IT. JWS

	P.S. MOST OF MY WRITING HAS SOME SEX IN IT. IT IS SELDOM IN THE
BEGINNING AND IS USUALLY AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE STORY. SO IF YOU'RE
LOOKING FOR JACKOFF MATERIAL YOU ARE PROBABLY WASTING YOUR TIME READING
ME. JWS


	(from end of Chapter 5)

	"Jim, what did Robert do that made you hate him?" Bobby asked

	"I never said that I hate Uncle Robert." Jim answered.

	"So what did he do?"



  SOMEONE LIKE YOU Chapter 6



	"Bobby, I don't think that is something I want to discuss with a
fifteen year old kid." Jim was staring out at the mountains on the far side
of the valley, remembering the first of many times that Robert who he had
adored up to that day, had forced him to submit to his sexual lust. Even
after years of therapy his emotions still were confused.  It still made him
angry with himself that he still found himself being aroused when he
thought about Robert's big masculine body.

	Yet when he thought of the mental abuse that Robert had put him
though he felt worthless and used. He hated Robert for that. All these
years later it was as if it had happened yesterday. No one had a right to
inflict that on another person.

	"Why not?"  Bobby insisted. "It was probably the same thing he did
to me."

	Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bench with his head down,
kicking at the gravel with his toe. His voice was so low Jim barely heard
what he had said. It was like a scream in Jim's head. It brought him back
to the present. He whipped around on the bench and grabbed Bobby by his
arms, pulling him to his chest.

	"The son of a bitch raped you?" Bobby's head was against Jim's
chest. Jim felt him nod. He wrapped him in a tight hug. "Oh God, Bobby, I'm
so sorry. You don't deserve this."

	Bobby broke down and started sobbing. Tears of anger and the
frustration of trying to keep it all in perspective ran down Jim's cheeks.

	'Goddamn Robert, he thought, he's a grown man. How could he do this
to a child?'

	"They kept making me go back to him." Bobby sobbed. "And every time
he'd do it again. I had to run away. They think I'm just a no good punk kid
that doesn't appreciate what I've got. I don't have anything. Nobody loves
me. My mom thinks I'm just a pain in the ass. And the only good I am to
Robert is a hole he can fuck." Bobby's course street language shocked
Jim. But steering Bobby in the right direction was paramount to word usage

	"That's bullshit, Bobby. You deserve to be loved. You have done
nothing to deserve being raped."

	"Why does he do it to me?  I only wanted him to love me and treat
me like his kid."

	"You dad is sick, Bobby. May God forgive me for not bringing him to
justice years ago. I am so sorry Bobby."

	"Nobody would have believed you. Just like they won't believe me."

	"Did you try to tell them what was happening?"

	"Yes, once the first time I ran away. They said I was making it
up. A respected man like my dad wouldn't do a thing like that." Bobby
hesitated and looked up at Jim. "Did you? Did you tell anyone that he was
fucking you?

	"No, Bobby, I didn't tell a soul. I was too ashamed. I felt that I
was worthless and no one would want to know me if they knew about me."

	"I know."

	"But now there are two of us, Bobby. And I'm not ashamed
anymore. He won't touch you again."

	Bobby sat back gulping air, trying to stop the sobs. "You mean that
Jim? You won't let them send me back to him?"

	"I promise you that you will not be sent back to Robert. And we'll
make him pay for what he has done."

	Nathan stood at the corner of the building watching Jim and Bobby
on the bench. He couldn't hear their conversation, but he had a very good
idea what it was about.  He had put two and two together and figured out
that Jim's uncle and Bobby's father were one and the same.
	When the two of them sat apart and continued talking, he strode out
to them.

	"Have you two had enough time to get to know each other?" He asked
as he approached.

		Jim looked up at him, and then down at Bobby. He reached
over and brushed the hair back from his face.  "You ready to get the ball
rolling?"  Bobby didn't lift his eyes. He just nodded.
	"Bobby, look at me." He looked up. "You have nothing to be ashamed
of. You have done nothing wrong. It is Robert who has done wrong. And you
and I have to stop him, Bobby."

	"But he's my dad." Bobby was torn between filial allegiance and a
need to be loved.

	"I know, but he has to be stopped.  Come, let's go in and talk with
Nathan."


				~


	Three hours turned into eight before Nathan and Jim succeeded in
accomplishing their aim. Nathan's car sat in the 57 parking lot, commonly
called a freeway, as everyone rushed to pack it tight in a frenzy to get
home for the evening. They were tired but happy after spending hours with
child services and the L.A. police. Bobby was buckled into the back
seat. Jim protected a folder full of papers lying on his lap. On of them
gave him legal temporary custody of Bobby.

	Jim smiled to himself as he thought about suddenly having a focus
to his life again. He had gone through the motions of living for three
years. Now he had Nathan in his life and a troubled teenager that
desperately needed his help, love and guidance. He turned and looked over
the seat at Bobby. He had nodded off. His head rested on armrest; his
longish black hair hung over his face. In sleep there was no sign of the
trauma that the boy had been through.

	Nathan chuckled. Jim turned back and looked at him. "What?" he
asked.

	"I was just thinking about your meeting with Mrs. Sharp from Child
Services."

	"That woman is a controlling bitch. "

	"No, Jim, not really. She holds Bobby's interests foremost.  I
loved the way she just sat there like a big boulder while you yelled at
her. Her gaze never wavered from your face until you wound down. And then
she acquiesced with a little smile."

	"I may have raised my voice, but I didn't yell." Jim protested.

	"You were yelling. You even shook your fist at her." Nathan
laughed, and then imitating Jim, he shook his fist at the windshield.
"He's my cousin. He's my blood relative, for Christ sakes! Why can't I have
him?" He glanced at Jim, who was blushing and grinning at him.

	"I guess I did get a bit dramatic, didn't I?"

	"She loved it. I think that was what convinced her to let you take
Bobby."

	They were both quiet for a bit, lost in their own thoughts. And
then Jim chuckled. "God, I'd love to be there when the police arrest the
mighty Robert Baxter.  I can just imagine the look of righteous indignation
on his face as the charges are read to him."

	Nathan studied Jim as the traffic had come to a standstill
again. "You seem quite well adjusted for having been raped multiple times."

	"Yeah, I was quite an emotional mess when I hooked up with you
brother. He was really a good therapist. I guess I'm living proof of that."

	Nathan smiled. "He was my brother, wasn't he?  I wish I could have
known him. It sounds like he was a pretty incredible guy.  I hope I can be
as successful with Bobby."

	"I think you're as incredible as Ted was, Nathan.  Today's
accomplishment wouldn't have happened if not for you. I think that Bobby is
going to be fine with your help."  Nathan smiled as he watched the traffic
moving around him.  "Thanks, Jim."  He turned and looked at him. "I love
you, fellow."

	Jim reached over and squeezed his arm. "I love you, Nathe."

	"I like that. Most people shorten my name to Nat. I hate that. You
make it special. You know your job is going to be as important as mine or
more so. You're going to have to keep the boy on an even keel, giving him
the love and stability that has been missing in his life."

	"I'm up to the job.  With your help and guidance, I think we can do
a smashing good job." Jim said.  Nathan grinned.  He looked at Jim out of
the side of his eye. "You've been watching too much late night
BBC. Smashing good job, indeed." Jim laid back his head and laughed.


	Bobby had awakened when Nathan was imitating Jim's tirade at
Mrs. Sharp. He didn't move. He lay there listening. What he was learning
about these two men who had suddenly become the center of his life,
confused him. They didn't look like fairies. Bobby had been on the seamy
back streets of Hollywood. He had met a few of them. They were nice guys
for the most part, but most of them were quite effeminate when they got
together in a group, calling each other Mary. They seemed to compete to see
who could out do the others in being the bitchiest.

	Jim and Nathan were nothing like that. They were both straight
looking and acting; he would never have thought them to be queers, and yet
they had just professed their love for each other. This tended to confuse
Bobby. He felt the hate and fear building up inside. He was going into an
unknown situation. For all he knew these two men were planning on having
there way with him just like his dad had done. Why else would they want
him?  Bobby lay there feigning sleep and planning on how he was going to
get away from these two.



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