Date: Thu, 21 Oct 1999 16:23:21 PDT
From: Frederick Pettine <tornarius@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bradlys-new-beginning--3

I want to thank a few important people who helped me write this story and a
few other fun things. I'd like to Thank Lauren, author of "Lucky Me." For
helping me out with the story, and listening to me when I ramble. I'd like
to encourage DLS to keep up the good work with "Brian and Me." And I'd most
definately like to thank my mother. For without everything that she's done
in my life, I wouldn't be able to write the way I did. If it wasn't for
what she and my family put me through, I wouldn't have been able to write
this story with the feeling it's got now.

This is Chapter 3! I decided to do something different. The last
installment was Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. This here is Chapter 3, Chapter
four should be out tomorrow or the day after.

Now, I'd like to say that this story does not imply anything about the
sexuality of any of the celebrities named herein. And as usual with these
types of stories..

If you are offended by any homosexual material, straight material, hell, or
any material contained herein, then you should leave. Immediately. If you
are offended by male/male relationships, bye. If you are under 18, you
shouldn't be here. If anyone actually knows any member of N'Sync of
BSB...e-mail me. ::evil grin:: If not, e-mail me anyway!

All e-mails will be appreciated. Any suggestions are welcome, flamers
ignored. Praises are most definately welcome. (Sorry, ego boost there)
Also, if you are confused about anything in the story, just send an e-mail,
IM, or ICQ message. I'll more than likely be on. Byee

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			  Bradly's New Beginning
				    By
			     Frederick Pettine


Chapter Three:

	The next morning a nurse answered the question that
was plaguing my mind for the last week. She agreed to give
me a ride home.
	"But," I protested, "I don't have a place to go!" She
smiled sweetly.
	"Any friends that would allow you to stay with them?"
I thought about that for a moment.
  	"John, possibly." I said with a slight smile.
 	"Well," she said handing me the phone, "Call him." I
laughed softly and picked up the receiver, "Dial." She said
forcefully. I grinned and started to dial. It rang about ten
times until I grew tired and hung up.
   	"No avail." I whispered silently. She sighed softly and
appeared to be thinking.
   	"I'd let you stay with me, but my boyfriend would kill
you." She grinned sheepishly and winked at me.
   	"I've got a friend who owes me a favor. I'll go collect
up. After I get out of here, I want to walk around for a bit.
Clear my head. It's a bit stuffy up there." I smiled and she
gave me a knowing nod.
   	"Well, if you ever need anything..." I smiled and cut
her off.
   	"I know, get Nurse Nancy."
	A pillow hit me on the side of my head. With a laugh, I
apologized. "I'm sorry, Nancy." I said laughing a little bit.
	"Hah! I am King Nancy!" I blinked at her. "What?" She
said a little bit startled.
 	"No dear. You're Queen. Having an identity crisis here?"
I raised an eyebrow. She laughed and gave me a hug.
 	"Thanks hon, you made me day."
	"Nah, you made mine." She gave me a kiss on my forehead
and with a smile, she left.
	Suddenly, I was alone. Along in a hypocritical world stricken
by grief. With a sigh, I slunk down lower into my bed until my head
was laying on the pillow. With grim determination, I fell asleep.
	The next morning I was awakened by my oh so favorite nurse.
Julie. It seemed there was a storm cloud following her around, and
today was no different. She tore the shade open and let the sun pour
into my sensitive eyes. She went out into the hall for a moment and
came back with a tray of food. She threw it on my little table that's
on the side of the bed, and walked out grumbling under her breath.
	I grabbed the tray and placed it in my lap. Grabbing a spoon,
I looked into the bowl that was closest to me. It was filled with a
greay substance that somehow resembled oatmeal. I dipped the spoon into
the 'liquid' and pulled it out. It was covered and the substance didn't
look like it was going to move anywhere soon. With a groan, I shoved the
spoon back into the bowl.
	I pushed at the 'oatmeal' with my spoon. It pushed back, I pushed
again. A few seconds later it made a noise that sounded like a burp, and
a bubble popped on the surface.
	I lost me appetite.
	Next I picked up a bowl that had, what resembled, gelatin. I was
never a big fan of gelatin, but it was better than that 'oatmeal.' As I
lifted a spoon of gelatin, my eyes flicked to the bandage around my
wrists. My eyes teared over and I let out a soft sob.
	For some reason my thoughts swarmed back to when I was ten.
Seven years ago. That moment seven years ago that scarred me for life.
Not scarred like seeing your parents having sex, oh no. Much worse.


	About seven years ago, in the middle of the night, around 3:00am,
when I heard the familiar squeak of my bedroom door opening. I shut my
eyes tightly and prayed he'd go away. His visits were becoming more
and more frequent. And when his middle-aged muscular frame is compared
to my fragil little ten year old body, I was helpless.
	He was towering ovre my bed now. I waited for what he was going
to do this time.
	His name was Rusty and even that name made me shudder. He worked
with my mother and they were good friends. It wasn't long before he
needed to move in with us.
	That was two months ago. A month ago, the visits started. At first,
he would just pull down my pajamas and feel me up. But with each visit,
he did more and more. It wouldn't be long until...

	I was pulled out of my thoughts as a doctor which I have never
seen before enter my room. He had a warm smile and a friendly grace
about him that just made you want to trust this guy. That threatened
me.
	"Hi!" He said happily. "How are you this evening?" He said all
this in a thick southern accent.
	"Evening? Doctor, I'm sorry to burst your fragil little bubble,"
I jabbed, "but it's not evening here. It's not even Noon!" I said
with humor in my voice.
	"It's evening somewhere else in the world." He said smiling a
almost too-toothy grin. "Anyway, I'm Doctor Harold David. You can
just call me Doctor D. since we won't be seeing much of each other."
His grin shrunk to a small subdued smile. With a smile, I looked
him over.
	He had short sandy blond hair which made him look rather
scruffy. His eyes were a dark sea-green. His nose wasn't too
big, but it wasn't all that small either! But his most prominent
feature would have to be his chin. It was strong and proud. It
looked to be chisled out of marble. Even if he did need to shave.
	His broad shoulders filled the white overcoad that the doctor
wore. His little pocket notebook and some pens were stored in the
front pocket. He held a clipboard in his right hand and a small
black object in his right.
	Underneath the white overcoat he wore a light blue dress
shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. Around his neck was a
gold chain with a charm which resembled the letter 'H.' Over
that was a loos stethascope.
	"Nice chain. What's the 'H' stand for, Doctor D.?"
	He smiled a small, sad smile. "Someone special gave this
to me as a promise that we'd always be true together." There was
definate sorrow in his voice by now. I gave him a small smile.
	"Oh." I whispered. He said, 'someone.' Not a girl, not a
specific guy. Could he be..? "So what happened? You seem sad,
regretful. What happened?" I pushed a little deeper.
	"Nothing. They moved around alot and I hardly ever see 'im."
Oh my god! Did he just say 'him'? I don't know, I wasn't good at
deciphering accents. "What about you? Got anyone special?"
	The question was innocent enough, but it made me recoil a
little bit. I wince softly and looked up. "Sorry." He said looking
toward the ground.
	"That's all right." I said with a small smile. "To answer your
question though, I'm single. I always will be single. I hate all
relationships. They're so superficial, that you don't know what's
real and what's not anymore. They're for the lonely and depressed."
	He recoiled from my words. "I'm sorry." He said again.
	"Don't be. It's just that I've been hurt one too many times,
and I decided to give up on love."
	"Let's get to why I'm here," he said quickly. I thanked him
silently for changing the subject. "The police have a few things
they want to ask you about what happened. An officer will be here
around six, I'm here to brief you on the dos and don'ts of officer
conduct.
	"Shouldn't a lawyer go over this?" He nodded with a smile.
	"Normally, yes. But the hospital has insufficient--" I cut
him off.
	"The hospital doesn't think of me as important enough to spend
money on a lawyer?" I asked innocently enough. He laughed.
	"Basically." He excuse himself for a moment.
	A few moments later he appeared with a brown buckskin(I think)
suitcase. He set it on my lap and decided to use me as a table.
	"Let me guess.." I started..
	"You're right. You're not important enough for a table." He said
grinning, "And that thing next to your bed is too small." We laughed
over that for a few minutes.
	About two hours later, we finished going over what he had to tell
me and a little bit of stuff he shouldn't have told me. Unfortunately,
there weren't anymore hints of his sexuality. We joked a little bit
about the funding of the hospital until he had to leave. We said our
goodbyes and he left.
	After I had flipped through some channels, my mind wandered back
to Rusty.
	He was feeling me up now, his rough hands were running over my
belly and down south toward my little ten year old penis and balls.
He rubbed around a little more and started to feel around my ass. One
of his big fingers started to force it's way into me tight anus. I let
out a cry and he quickly yanked his finger back. By now, the tears were
coming out freely. He decided to try something new that night. And I
cried even more fiercly when he started to climb onto my bed.
	He started to unbuckle his pants, another new thing. When they
were undone and around his knees he proceeded to masturbate. I was
crying freely and loudly by now, hoping that some unseen angel would
help me. His free hand roamed all over my body and played with
everything he could touch. I started to shake and cry, I was scared
and he was hurting me. Not too much later did he ejaculate all over
me. He didn't clean up, he just shaked his penis and put it back in
his underwear. After that, he pulled up his jeans and left my room.
	Soon after I heard his door shut I ran into the bathroom. I let
out a small cry and started to throw up into the toilet. I kept vomiting
and vomiting. I threw up everytihng that was in my stomach. Everything.
Soon there wasn't anything left to throw up and I started to throw up
blood. Soon after, I passed out on the floor.
	Now, seven years later I was in the hospital. Laying in a hospital
bed with no place to go but...the bathroom!
	I jumped up and ran into the bathroom. It was large and pale, it
smelled of antiseptic and lysol. The lysol made me sneeze.
	Somehow I managed to relieve myself while I was sneezing, and clean
myself up. After all that was done, I decided to make a few calls.
	When I walked back into my room I noticed the bed was made, a nurse
must've came in while I was in the bathroom and made it. I laid on the bed
over the covers and propped up the back of it. When it was in the sitting
position, I decided to make a few calls.
	I picked up the phone and decided to try and dial John again. After
about the third ring he picked up.
	"Johnnie!" I said happily.
	"Bradly!" He said just as chipperly.
	"Johnny, I need your help." I said softly.
	"What?" he asked cautiously.
	"I need a place to stay. And I need a ride there."
	"Oh! You can stay with me, as for ride, I have no idea." I sighed
softly.
	"Thanks Johnnie. I owe you."
	"You're welcome. So where've you been? You're ma got pissed when I
called yesterday and no one's answered the phone before then."
	"St...Johns." I whispered.
	"What?!" He screamed into the phone. His voice echoing off the drab
walls.
	"St. Johns. I gave up."
	"All right. Promise me you'll stay out of trouble?"
	"Of course." I smiled at my friend's show of concern.
	"We'll talk later." Click. I think I made him mad...and I don't know
what I did.
	"Hi Honey." I said with extra syrupy sweetness as Nurse Nancy walked
in. She laughed softly.
	"Watch it choir-boy. I know how to use a scalpel, and when I'm done
with you, you'd be singing soprano." I gasped melodramatically.
	"You really do know how to spoil a man's time, don'g you?" She gave
me a small grin.
	"It's all in the wrist." I laughed and made a very crude sexual
gesture. "You wish Honey!" With a smile, she gave me some pill and a
tray of..stuff.
	"Is this legal?" I asked cautiously looking over the food. I found
the oatmeal and pushed it away. "My last bowl burped." She blinked at me
for a few moments and then just laughed. As she left, I glanced at the
clock. It was 4:30, hah! Trust the police to be late.
	At around five to five, Doctor Harold David came in.
	"You didn't mention that you were going to be present." I said
lifting my left eyebrow out of puzzlement.
	"Yeah, well. My favorite officer is going to conduct the interview.
I decided to come by and bother him. He hates me for some reason." I just
grinnned. He cracked up over something unknown to me.
	Just as he was calming down, a man who reminded me of the butter-ball
turkey entered my room.
	"Don't you people knock? I could be fucking some nurse." I grumbled
under my breath.
	"What did you say?" Dr. D and the Officer said in unison.
	"Nothing." I muttered.
	All during the interview he kept throwing questions that were slightly
uncalled for. Like, 'Do you know Ray Pauli?' and stuff like that. He kept
trying to trap me by asking me if I hung out with Ray Pauli right after
I said I never met him...which wasn't exactly the truth.
	After the butter-ball finished up and left, Doctor D congratulated
me on a 'job well done' and he left. Soon after, my Doctor decided to
let me know that I was free.
	"you're free." He said with a grin.
	"Yay. I need a ride." I said in a monotone voice.
	"There's someone out front. They said they'd wait for you." He smiled.
"We'll miss you. You kept this place happening." I laughed softly.
	"I'll come back and visit. Goodbye Doctor."
	"Goodbye. You're ride is in the unloading dock. I'll see you sometime
soon! For good things, I hope." I laughed and waved.
	I gathered my stuff together and left my room. When I reached the
unloading dock I froze.
	A green grand am with "TazPanic" over the windshield. My heart
hammered in my chest and jumped up in my throat when I saw him. I'd
recognize him anywhere.
	It was Rusty.