Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:27:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brandon Canty <freakythug08@yahoo.com>
Subject: Black Love on the Court -Chapter 9

@~~{~~~ Black Love on The Court~~~}~~@

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                          *FLASHBACK*

He then grabbed my face and gently place a kiss of forgiveness on my lips
and I knew then I was back in his heart. When then shifted to our favorite
position, with me laying in his arms. It felt so good, so right, that we
fell asleep in my bed just like that. When I opened my eyes, we were on the
court, by my house. Steve had a gun in his hand and Antoine was lying on
the concrete dead as a doorknob. I looked at Steve and he now had the gun
pointed to his head, tears in his eyes, screaming the words "I thought you
said all y'all did was kiss?!?!" And then POW! The gun went off. . . .

                           *FLASHBACK

     I jumped up out of the bed as quickly as I could.  I was panting so
hard the lady at the receptionist's desk came running in to see what was
wrong.  It was early morning and I could see the sun rising through the
curtains and the familiar rays against my face calmed me down enough to
realize that it was all a dream.  The receptionist lady made sure I was
alright before she returned to her desk.  She asked if I needed her to call
the nurse but I reassured her that I was fine, and that I had just had a
small nightmare.  We both laughed at the ironic statement because both of
us knew that the nightmare was no where near small.  She then left and I
crawled back into bed with my baby.  How Steve slept through all the
commotion is beyond me; he seems to be a really hard sleeper.  I returned
to my default position of laying on my back so that I could stare at the
ceiling once more.  I ran the events of the past couple of days through my
head and the main thought that seemed to stick with me was the fact that
Antoine had raped me.  I just knew I would have to tell Steve sooner or
later, I mean the dream I just had makes that obvious.  I just won't be
able to bear the look on his face when I tell him.  "Tell him what?"
inquired Steve, "And who is 'he'?" He followed.

     That's when I realized that I had began to think allowed, as I often
do out of habit, and Steve had heard some of what I was saying.  I thought
long and hard before I answered him.

"Um...the doctor," I replied "What am I going to tell the doctor when he
comes in and sees us in the same bed!" I said with a fake laugh at the end
to throw off his suspicion.

"Well it's not like they don't know about our situation by now!" He also
said with a laugh which showed me that he had bought my lie.

"Yeah but I'm pretty sure there's a hospital code somewhere that says two
patients may not share the same bed." I said

"Well if you would just give me what I want, I would obediently go back
into my own bed." he whispered.

"What is it that you want?" I asked sarcastically.

"A kiss from the boy who has not only taken over my world, but has also
stolen my heart." He said with sincerity.

     I couldn't help buy smile at that last comment which in turn, brought
a smile across his bruised lips.  I leaned towards him and gently placed a
kiss on his lips, as not to hurt him.  He smiled even wider and thanked me
for the gracious action.  I laughed and shoved him out of my bed and
watched as he began to limp on over to his.  I then began to feel all the
sorrowful emotions I had felt when I saw him and his father fighting.  How
could this man abuse and torment such a beautiful creature?  Just as Steve
had made it to his own bed, the doctor came in.

"Well Ty, you are free to go home today," the doctor said, "Your mom will
be here around noon to pick you up.  And as for you Steve, you only have
one more night here with us before you can go home." He doctor finished

"What home?!  There's no one there!  My father is in jail and my mother is
gone.  What am I supposed to do?" Steve exclaimed.

"Well, we have all of that already taken care of.  Ty's mother already
offered to give you a place to reside until you can contact some of your
family members.  Most of your stuff is already there, Ty here can go and
get the rest tonight." The doctor replied

     Both of our eyes lit up as we heard the news.  The thought of Steve
staying with me, at my house, close to me and in my reach at all times made
my whole entire body shiver all at once.  I wondered to myself as to what
made my mother offer Steve a place to stay?  But I really didn't care much
because I was too excited over the fact that he was going to be living with
me.
     Around one o' clock is when my mother showed up to the hospital and
released me from that prison.  I told Steve I would call as soon as I got
home and tell him the arrangements of our room.  To hear myself say the
word 'our' caused an array of chuckles from both Steve and I.  When my
mother and I got into the car she immediately broke into conversation.

"I know everything Ty." She said sternly

"What do you mean you know everything?  What is everything?" I said
dumbfoundly.

"I know about the fight at school, about you riding around in the car with
this rapist, and about your sexual affiliation with Steve.  I know it all."
She blurted out.

     I sat still for a moment, shocked more than afraid.  I never wanted
anyone to know about Steve and I and now my own mother knows our whole life
story.  And if she knows, there's no telling who else might know.  Choking
back tears I said "Well, if you know all of this then why is Steve coming
to stay with us?"
     She stopped the car abruptly and grabbed my face so that I was to look
directly into her eyes.  "I love you Ty more than any other person on this
green Earth.  I even love you more than my own husband.  I couldn't care if
a goat made you happy, just as long as you have happiness in your life.
Most parents wouldn't accept that fact that their child was homosexual, but
I'm not the average parent.  The happiness of my child comes way before my
desire for them to be straight.  If Steve makes you happy Ty, then I will
welcome him, care for him, and nourish him as if he were my own son.  If
you like it, I love it Ty and I want you to know that.  I love you Tyshawn
and I accept you for whoever you chose to be." She said
     The tears I was previously choking back ran full-fledged down my
cheeks.  I was so elated that the first person that I have ever loved in my
life accepted me for who I was.  I never saw this coming, and now that it's
here, it felt glorious.  I pulled back the brown locks of curls from her
face and kissed her hard on the cheek and she began to stroke my hair.
Once the crying had subsided, she put the car back in drive, and pulled out
onto the road again.

"There are some ground rules we need to establish before he can come to
stay over however.  There is absolutely no sex in my house!  And your
father is working on accepting the fact that you two are together so it
would help if you two didn't perform any 'couple actions' in front of him
for a while; just until he gets used to it." She said.

"Of course mom, this sounds fair enough to me.  I mean as long as he can
sleep with me I'll be fine."  I said.

"I debated on making him sleep in his own bed, but I already know you lil
fuckers are going to do what you want to do anyway so it would be a waste
of my time, and your fathers energy to put that bed in there.  Besides,
your bed is already too big for your lil ass."  She said jokingly.
     When we got home I ran into my room to see the changes and nothing
really seemed any different with the exception of a box containing a new
dresser sitting in the center of my room which needed assembling, and a
heaping pile of clothes on the floor.  My father and I worked on the
dresser together and when it was finished, I began to fold and put away the
clothes to make space in the room when it dawned on me that I promised to
call Steve as soon as I got home.  I looked up at the clock and it read
8:30 I ran to the phone in my room and before I could pick it up to dial
the hospitals number, it rang.  So I answered it.

"Hello?" I said

"Hi, this is Christina, the nurse from the hospital.  Who am I speaking
with?!" She asked frantically

"This is Tyshawn, I was just released earlier this afternoon.  How can I
help ya?" I said

"Well.....Um......I really believe I should talk to one of your parents.
I'm not sure...." She began.

"Why?! What's wrong?  Is it me; is something wrong with me? Did I leave too
early?!" I interjected.

"Well, no it's not you that's the problem, it really is....." She began
again

"Well what is it?  Is it Steve?!  Is he okay?!  Speak to me woman!" I
interrupted once again.

"I really shouldn't talk to you about this, I really to speak with an
adult." She said almost firmly.

"No, what you need to do is speak now and fast.  I am his boyfriend and if
there is anyone knows him within this household is me anyways.  So I
suggest that you start talking Mam, because if there is something seriously
wrong with my baby, and you are sitting here wasting valuable time
squabbling with me, I assure you that you will have a serious problem with
me because I will come over there and beat the hell out of you.  Now talk!"
I demanded

"Okay Mr. Williams.  Well we seem to have a little problem on our hands
because you see, Mr.  Steven Martin seems to have disappeared." She said

"What do you mean he has disappeared?  Last time I checked, human beings
can not vanish into thing air." I replied with a sarcastic tone. "When was
the last time he was seen?" I asked.

"Well, I was the last one to see him.  We were talking a little after you
and your mother had left.  I was replacing his I.V. when he started to ask
me questions.  At first they were normal questions such as how is the
weather and what type of food is served in the cafeteria. Then he asked me
why were you in the hospital and I told him it was because you had gotten
raped by a boy by the name of Antoine Watson.  I quickly reassured him that
Antoine was now in the county juvenile facility and that there was nothing
to worry about.  The he began to get a little weird, asking questions like
what room number he was in and if the room next to him was occupied.  I
told him he was in room 201 and the entire hallway was empty except for his
room..  He thanked me for all the information and asked if I could get him
a sleep aid pill so that he can get some rest.  I did as he asked and left
the room. And that was all around 4:30." She explained.
     My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach but it felt like it was also
the lump in my throat for I could not speak after what I heard.  Not only
had my boyfriend busted out of the hospital but this silly nurse spilled
the beans about me being raped.  I can only imagine what is going through
my baby's head right about now.  God, this isn't happening.  I realized I
was still on the phone with her.

"How can a person be gone for more than four hours and you people don't
even know it?!" I exclaimed.

"Well, there was a person...." She began

"You know what? Never mind.  You have a nice day Mam and I reassure that
Steve will be here any minute, so there is no need to call the police." I
said, stopping her in mid-sentence.
     I hung up the phone and began to run out of my room when I realized I
really didn't know where he was.  I mean sure I had a clue as to where he
would be but every place I thought of contradicted itself.  He wouldn't be
at the police station looking for Antoine because he can't just waltz into
the county jail and murder him.  He wouldn't have gone home, because all
his things are here.  And I have one good ass reason as to why he hasn't
showed up here yet.  There was only one place I could think of and so I
grabbed my shoes and my hoodie because it was raining outside, told my mom
I would be back, and ran out the front door.  I ran as fast as I could to
the our basketball court, the only place he could be.  And sure enough,
there he was, standing in the rain, drenched from head to toe.  She was
staring at the rim, eyes squinted and fists clenched.  I didn't know he
noticed my presence until he swung his head around and his eyes were
focused on me.  I dared to speak.

"Steve what are you doing out here?" I shouted
     Steve didn't reply right away.  He stepped close up to me before he
even opened his mouth.  Then he said "I am so sick and tired you Tyshawn
Williams, I don't know what to do.  I broke out of the hospital with all
intent on killing Antoine.  I place a sleeping aid in the coffee of the
doctor who released you while I was in the cafeteria and by he came check
on me, he was too tired to know what was going on.  I put in the bed where
I was supposed to be and quietly put my clothes on and slipped out.  I had
all intentions on going to the police station to confront Antoine until I
realized, he was not where my anger derived from.  It's you" He whispered
sinisterly.

"Steve, baby let me explain all of it.  It is not what you think baby.  I
was desperate to come and see you baby, I was desperate to find any way
there." I spat out quickly before he could interject.

"Are you finished?" He asked
     I stood there silent because I didn't know what to do or say next.  He
seem so eerily calm about all of this and that confused the shit out of me.

"Well, apparently you are." He said. "Ty, I can not take your lies anymore
baby.  You have lied to me more in the past three days then anyone has ever
lied to me in my entire life.." He said.

"But baby, wait! It's not like that at all! I..."I interjected

"Shut the fuck up!  I gave you a chance to say all that you had to say and
you chose to remain silent.  So you will listen to what I have to say." He
said cutting me off with the loudest voice he could muster. "This
relationship is not going to go anywhere Ty.  You lied about not know he
was at the court that day, but I forgave you.  I could not fathom the fact
that you kissed the boy, but I forgave you.  You lied about kissing him Ty,
but I forgave you.  And Tyshawn, when I asked if you had done anything else
with that boy you told me, straight-faced, that all you two did was kiss.
Now the truth comes out that he put his hands on you and fucked you as
well.  Ty, I don't know who to be mad at Antoine, you, or myself for being
so fucking stupid!" He yelled.

"Baby calm down, you are not stupid." I said.

"Yes I am!  I am so stupid to be so blinded by love to not see any of this
coming.  Ty my love for you burns so brightly that it blinds me and
prevents me from seeing the shit you do to me.  I just don't understand why
you would lie to me like that.  And the worst part of it Ty, is that you
should have learned not to lie about anything.  I would rather you come out
and tell these things rather than hearing it from some random person
Tyshawn" He said.

"Steve, I don't intend to lie to you.  I just.....I...... I don't know
baby!" I cried.  " I don't know what to say to make things any better!"

"I don't know what to say either Ty."  He whispered

"What do you mean baby. What are you saying to me?

"I'm saying that I don't know if we belong together.  I love you Ty. You
know I do.  But I have never gone through so much pain loving someone
before.  Maybe its true; maybe two guys aren't supposed to love each other
and this, all this is a sick and cruel sign from God saying that we were
not meant to be." He said

"Baby please don't talk like that.  You are scaring me Steve.  You are
supposed to be my nigga.  My love.  My one and only.  And now you're just
going to leave me?" I asked

"I don't know what I'm about to do Ty.  I just want to stop hurting all the
time.  And it doesn't seem that's going to happen as long as I am dating
you." He said.

     I just stood there, bawling in front of him.  He said nothing as he
watched me cry my eyes out.  There we were on the court, there court where
everything started.  The same place where I met the love of my life, is
apparently the same place where my life was about to end.  I can't remember
how I got into my bed, or in the house for that matter.  I didn't know what
time it was or what day it was.  All I know is that I was alone in my bed,
while Steve slept downstairs on the couch.

That was chapter 9!!! But you all know that I am far from finished!