Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2012 00:26:17 -0700
From: Charles Wolfe <c.sportswolfe@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ultimate Man- Redemption Chapter 5

This was a hard chapter to write out, dealing with a variety of emotions
that at times I have not dealt with myself. I hope that you all enjoy the
story line, even if it is not as sexually oriented as it normally has been.


	I don't know whether it was me being hung over or sick from what I
did to Pike but I had to pull over. At this point on my hurried drive back
to my room I had completely gotten lost. Pulling my car into the closest
parking lot I took note of the cross streets: Spring and Woodruff.

	I needed air. Shutting the car off in haste, I stepped out into the
brisk morning and tried to breath. Instead I heaved over, my arm catching
the car to hold me up. Call it alcohol puke; I felt this was just the
beginning of my punishment.

	The reel of last night kept flashing through my mind and while I
normally love sucking cock, the sight of Pike's kept making me sick to my
stomach. I had used a good friend. Feeling a second wave coming up, I moved
over to the grass in a hurry, seeping tears of pain and anguish in the
process.

	Wiping my mouth to clean myself up, I tried to figure out the next
part of my game plan. Everything was wrong. Everything was crashing down
around me, even though it felt like I had finally just gotten back on my
feet. With tears starting to well up in my eyes, I made my way back to car
and got in, wiping my vision clear.

	Getting back to campus I went to the first place I could think of;
Michael. Knocking on his door, I waited a few minutes, resisting the urge
to break down in the hall way. After waiting five minutes, I sent him a SOS
text then went down the lobby, trying to figure out who else I could talk
with. Looking around for sign, I glanced down the hallway, a familiar door
slightly open.

	Briskly strutting over there, I knocked, hoping Skyler was
there. "Come in." Those words never sounded so inviting as I pushed the
door ajar, Skyler looking up from his books to see my wretched figure
enter. Breaking down once I entered, Skyler pushed his books off him and
rushed to me. "Chris what's going on?"

	"I totally screwed up Skyler!" I wailed into his arms. Clutching
him tight, I tried to find comfort in him, hoping I could erase the entire
last 24 hours.

	Skyler held me tight, his breathing doing its best to calm me
down. "Hey, slow down and tell me what happened."

	At this point it all felt like a dream, no nightmare, to me. But I
knew it wasn't so I broke open and told him. "I had sex with my best
friend. He's completely straight. I just wanted him so much I was willing
to compromise our friendship just to suck him off."

	"What did he say? I am sure it isn't that bad Chris. Smelling the
alcohol on your breath, I am willing to bet he was a bit drunk as
well... otherwise he isn't as straight as you think he is." Skyler is
trying his best to comfort me but then I drop the bombshell.

	"No he IS completely straight. He's dating my sister!" I cry out in
anger. I should not have done this. I know I shouldn't have done it and it
was a stupid mistake. "What do I do?"

	Skyler just sat there stunned. Then he said something that I was
not expecting at all out of him. "Actually Chris, I have kind of been
through this as well... in a way."

	Looking at him in the eyes for the first time, I needed to make
sure he was not making up some story to try and connect with me. His
gingerly orange eyes didn't waiver at all though as he told me what
happened to him. "Back before we met I slept with one of my best friend's
girl friend. We were all tight friends but her and I got a little drunk one
night and fooled around. I wanted to make a man out of myself by having sex
with her and she and my best friend were in a rough spot."

	Emotion seeping out of each of our eyes, Skyler explains what he
did, "I knew it was wrong but I wanted to prove that I was a man to myself
but after waking next to her, I knew I had made a huge mistake, not just by
having sex on the whim but with my best friend's girlfriend. I ended up
telling him before she did only because I knew they were in a rough spot
and if this had gotten out, then our friendship would be over and their
relationship would be as well. It was a rough few weeks but we eventually
worked our way through it. I'm not going to lie Chris, there will be some
serious trust issues that you will be dealing with but if you work hard to
rebuild it, then hopefully they will understand."

	Coughing up a sniffle, I repeat my question, "What do I do though?
This is my sister we are talking about. She will disown me. And I've ruined
things between her and Pike!" I cry at that last sentence, the overwhelming
flood of emotions crushing me down.

	"Chris, you need to talk with her, explain things out. I know I
didn't tell you who the guy was but it's actually the same guy who came to
you to help me, Austin. It was really hard for the two of us to reconnect
but in the end it worked out. Trust me." Skyler felt so great holding me in
that moment, he cradling me like a lost child who had ran away.

	Just sitting there for a minute taking it all in, I realized I did
need to talk with Ally. I needed to explain things out to her before Pike
does, especially since this was my entire fault. Looking up at Skyler, I
peer into his eyes and wonder how hard it actually was for him to come to
terms with being gay; the trials and tribulations he is facing on his
journey.

	Sniffling myself together, I break away from Skyler, working myself
to my feet. "Umm well thank you. I'm sorry for dumping this on you."

	Skyler looked on at me with compassion in his eyes, the same kind
that I had normally seen in Pike. "Chris, I am always here to help you."

	Leaving his room, I head outside, a cold snap breeze slapping me in
the face forcing even more tears out of the system. As I enter into my
room, I look around for Peter but he is not surprisingly absent. Pulling
out my phone, I scroll down to Ally, contemplating to call her or not. Out
of complete fear I back out of her contact, moving instead up to
Pike. Calling him, I am not surprised that I end up talking to his
voicemail, "Pike, we need to talk. I want to tell Ally so she doesn't end
things with you. Please call me back as soon as possible. Thanks." Hanging
up the phone, I scroll back down to Ally and leave it on her number, the
phone screen cutting out to end my debate on whether to call her or not. I
was too afraid to confront her at the moment.

*****

	When Monday came around, I knew something was wrong. I mean as if
it weren't already wrong enough, practice was weird, especially when Pike
failed to show up. Sarah instead took over practice, teaching us some of
the drills and moves that we had normally practiced. When people asked
about Pike the most they got out of Sarah was an "I don't know" or a "he
didn't tell me much." I knew more though, I had a strong feeling I was the
reason he wasn't here. Everything that had previously gotten back into
shape suddenly fell out; my throws, my cuts, my pivots, they were all off.

	Moving down the field during the scrimmage, I did my best to stay
up with my mark, in this case Bryan, but I couldn't. Normally I could, or
at least I had a good grip on him, but now he managed to outpace me a good
five feet. Then when he went to cut back, he was already blowing past me
before I could comprehend it. Knowing I couldn't do any more, I went off to
the side, pulling Terry in to take over for me.

	Looking to Sarah, I had a strong feeling she really did know what
was going on, especially when she gave me a cold hard look, that look of
betrayal and anger. It was masked from all others to see but I caught it
full on. Telling her I was not feeling well, I grabbed my stuff and started
to leave. As I was near to the street, I stopped to pull out my phone. It
was time to call Ally. I couldn't stand the guilt anymore. Instead of
calling her though, I sent her a text. "Ally, we need to talk... I have
done something that I need to fix. I am sorry." I couldn't bear to talk to
her over the phone; this was something that needed to be addressed in
person.

	After waiting a good twenty minutes, enough time for me to get back
to the room and change, I mustered up the courage to actually call
her. Hoping that I could get her voicemail, I pressed the ominous "go
ahead" green button. Fearing putting the speaker against my ear, I just
held the phone out in my palm, looking down at it while I sat in the
chair. As was usual, the room was empty, just me alone with the four walls,
the ringing of the phone vibrating through the speakerphone.

	*Click* "Chris! How dare you call me? Don't you even think of
saying anything! I want to tell you how DISAPPOINTED I am in you!" I didn't
need to be near Ally to know she was in complete rage mode. Knowing it was
smart to keep my mouth shut, I let her spew the anger across the lines.

	"Of all the FUCKING guys out there Chris, why? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO
PICK PIKE?!" While the rage was still there I could tell she was breaking
at this point, the tears visually breaking out, ruining her makeup.

	Speaking for the first time, I choose my words. Swallowing hard, I
tried to get my voice to speak. I couldn't though, the anguish scaring
me. Ally though spoke for me, her words cutting me to the bone. "I hate you
Chris! You are my brother! I trusted you! And now you can't say anything?
The General taught you better!"

	Breaking down, I placed the phone on the desk and fell into a
ball. "Ally I am sorry! I don't know what all I can say! I have nothing
that I can say!"

	"Damn fucking straight you have nothing you can say!" I could hear
her voice cracking through the speaker, the wrath of her scorn vibrating
the phone to such a degree it seemed to move closer to me with every word
she screamed.

	"Ally..." Sniffling myself together, "I am going to come over. I
need to see you. I need to talk with you in person." Brushing myself off, I
start to grab my things. As I exited the door, the largest lump grew in my
stomach, the lead ball almost being attracted to some imaginary magnet in
the room. Ally didn't say anything when I told her I was coming over, a
sign furthermore that she was not pleased with me. One of the family rules
was that if things ever needed to get talked over, we do it in person, and
this situation seemed no different.

*****

	Driving over to Fullerton was a very scary expedition, my mind
playing scenarios of what Ally was going to do to me. It felt like the
longest drive ever, even longer than the trips back home, and this was only
a 30 minute drive. By the time I got there my knuckles were white with
dread, the grip on the steering wheel like a vice around a doll; any
further and it felt like it was going to crack.

	Moving over to the dorms, I managed to sneak in with a student and
make my way to the elevator. Subconsciously I couldn't help but look out
for any blond haired guys, the constant watch for ocean blue eyes becoming
an unwanted concern.

	Stepping off the elevator to Ally's floor, I moved cautiously over
to her door, the beckoning of death right on the other side. With complete
anxiety, I knocked on the door. Stepping back, I press my body against the
wall, waiting for the force of Ally's rage to come hit me.

	Ally opened the door; no smile, no glimmer in her eyes. There was
no hate either, just sadness, her eyes bloodshot from crying. "Get in here
Chris." Following her command, I step into the room, waiting for it to
unleash. "I don't know what to say... I am so ashamed of you Chris." She
closes the door, unable to look at me as she utters the words.

	Turning around to face her, I start to speak, "Ally, it was a
mista-".

	That was as far as I got as her palm lashed out, the brutal force
of it stunning my cheek. "Don't you dare speak to me about mistakes
Chris. This should have never even entered your mind!" She hissed at me
with such vehemence my blood ran cold.

	I was expecting her to be pissed at me but to lay a hand on me;
that was unexpected. Shock taking over my body, I stood there ridged,
waiting for her to finish. Instead she moved around me to sit on her bed,
her body moving towards the head of the bed. Burying her head into her
knees, she started to weep.

	"Ally, please listen to me. I know you have every right to be mad
at me but please don't take it out on Pike." I move over to her to plead my
case, well more Pike's in this case since I was so far gone it didn't
matter anymore.

	"I am not mad at you Chris. I am disappointed. I knew you had a
crush on him a long time ago but I thought you had outgrown him. I thought
with him and I being together you would have not gone after him." She lifts
her head up to look at me, a tear crawling slowly down from her eye to her
cheek, falling into her lap to wet her jeans. "As for Pike, I don't know
what to say. This was a complete break in our trust, even if it was just
you."

	That stung like a bitch, as if the thought of "it just being me"
making it any little less bad. Crawling up to her, I pull her in
close. Ally struggled against me but in the end caved in, sobbing into my
arms. Whispering into her ears I cry, "This was the biggest mistake of my
life. I feel disgusted for doing it with Pike, I feel horrible for ruining
your relationship with him. I am the worst sibling ever. I know I might not
ever be able to make it up to you but please don't punish Pike. He still
loves you, I know he does."

	Ally moves up to look at me, a woman scorned showing in her
distorted grimaced face, "Prove it Chris. I need you to prove it to me that
he still loves me."

	Moving her off the bed, I motion for her come with me to Pike's
place. It was a strenuous process even convincing her to leave but when I
added in that we were going to Pike's she stiffened up, the thought of
facing him sickening her.

*****

	Arriving at Pike's house, I knew this was going to be a hard
process. Stepping out and moving around the car to let her out, I take her
hand as Ally steps out, watching as she looks over the house, a single tear
starting to well up. Moving up to the door, I rapped my knuckles against
it, the loud thuds echoing inside the house. Seeing a shadow move behind
the overhead glass, I step back.

	Pike opened the door, a dozen emotions flashing across his face;
first surprise, then anger (most likely directed towards me), then sadness
(obviously directed at Ally). "Hi, what brings you two here?" He tried his
best to sound welcoming though he knew what was going on.

	Stepping up, I cough out, "Pike we all need to talk." Ally steps
forward, though still hanging behind me as if I could protect her from what
he had done.

	"Sure come in." Pike motions us in as we all shuffle through the
door, Pike being last as he shuts the door. Grabbing his neck, he looks to
Ally, wetness welling up at the brim, "Ally I am sorry, I don't know what I
can do to make you forgive me."

	Ally looks at him, hurt and suffering displayed very well in her
deep blue eyes. If the ocean could flow out and fill the room, it possibly
could have. "Chris told me you still love me, is that true?"

	Pike looked at me real fast, shocked that I would defend him to
such a degree. Looking back at Ally with fear and tears, he moves in to
grab her hands passionately, "Ally I have always loved you. I will always
love you. What we, I, did was inexcusable." Pulling her head in close he
didn't go to kiss her on the lips, instead on the forehead. Ally probably
wouldn't have allowed for him to kiss her on the lips to begin with, the
sting still there.

	Knowing they needed to talk things over, I moved back towards the
door, silently opening it up to step outside. A good 30 minutes passed
before it opened up again, Ally stepping outside. During that time, I had
at least five moments of sobbing, the reflection of my actions hurting
me. I felt as if all emotions had been thrown away that night, a complete
lack of humanity showing in my bare basic animalistic instincts.

	Ally sat beside me, "I don't know how long things will take to get
back to normal Chris but I do love you. You just hurt me deep. Thank you
though for taking me to Pike. We hadn't seen each other since he told me."
She wrapped her arms around me, her love seeping back into me. I don't
deserve this kind of compassion.

	Looking over to her, "I don't expect you to forgive me any time
soon either." Standing up, I help her up and look over to Pike standing in
the doorway. "We are going to head out. Will I be seeing you at practice
any time soon?"

	Pike, instead of looking at me, focused on Ally. "No Chris, I need
to fix things with Ally. Frisbee is on hold for me."


Well now... Pike is taking a temporary reprieve... That was unexpected. It
will be interesting to see how Frisbee will change with him gone. Let's
hope he is not out for too long.