Date: Fri, 06 Jul 2007 17:15:45 -0400
From: JAMES HEADY <vector18@msn.com>
Subject: A Deep Love--Chapter 7

A Deep Love
by
James

Disclaimer

Chapter 7 is coming soon.

If it's illegal to read this, if you're not of the legal age to read this
type of material, or if this type of material offends you, then leave.
Otherwise enjoy.

Chapter 7

Robin Lee and Damion Allen lay in a dark room with nothing on.  They were
the two boys that Larry Marks had kidnapped from the park.  Damion was the
smaller of the two and he had a lot of inexperience with fighting.  He was
skinny, but it was mainly skin and bones.  He didn't look ill, but he just
didn't do a lot to develop his muscles, but that was about to change.

Robin was taller and more muscular and he was thinking of a way to get back
at Larry.  Robin and Damion had been locked in that dark room for the past
several hours and Damion was the one that had been getting a large deal of
the beating.  When ever Robin would try to intervene, Larry would kick him
in his more sensitive parts.

"Robin," Damion whispered.  "You okay?"

"Yeah Damion," Robin replied.  "I'm going to get us out of this.  I promise
you that."

"I'm scared."

"So am I, but I love you and we're going to get out of here and back to our
normal lives."

"You think our parents will hate us when they find out what led to us being
abducted?"

"I don't think so," Robin said.  "Sometimes when you would be out of the
room, I'd be sitting there while my and your parents talked and all four of
them expressed outrage at President Bush J.R. And his Christian agenda.  I
know they'll be okay with us."

Just then, Robin and Damion heard the door to their room unlocking and Robin
looked up to see Larry coming in to the room.

"Mr. Marks," Robin began.

"If you're going to tell me what you're supposed to tell me, then you may
speak.  Otherwise, shut up.  So which is it?"

"Mr. Marks, I've seen the error of my ways.  I know that what Damion and I
have done is wrong and I promise to reform.  I do have a request first."

"What is it?" Larry asked getting over-joyed.

"I need to be the one to tell my parents.  I'm the only one who knows how to
tell them in a gentle way about our sin.  My dad is dying of diabetes and
I'm afraid if he finds out from you in the way you would put it, well, I
think it would kill him."

"I'll allow it.  You're to go straight home and tell them."

"Yes sir."

Robin carefully stood up and Larry walked towards him.  He handed Robin his
clothes and he threw the other set to Damion.  The two boys dressed in
silence, then Robin began to put his plan in to action.

"I'm not going to make bullshit," Robin began.  "I know you have a gun.  I
see it at your right hip.  Give it to me.  I can't let this small faggot
that's with me corrupt me ever again."

"You're doing the right thing," Larry said and handed the pistil to Robin.
Robin then turned to Damion and pointed it at him.

"Finish dressing you sinful faggot.  No stalling!"

Damion suddenly knew what Robin was doing and he used all of his emotion to
act afraid of Robin.  He finished dressing then stood there.

"Well," Larry said.  "Lets go."

Robin then cocked the hammer of the gun and then swung it towards Larry.

"Lift your fucking hands now you bastard!" Robin screamed.  "I won't
hesitate to blow your fucking head off!"

"You lying bastard!"

"Shut up!" Robin yelled then lunged himself at the abuser.  Larry tried to
get the gun away from Robin and robin held tight.  Stopping for a moment,
Larry ran towards Damion and laid him out with one hard punch to his
abdomen.  Robin then threw the gun down and threw himself on to Larry's
back.  He wrestled the man to the ground and got him over on to his back.
He then Claud at Larry's face.  He ripped large gashes in to the thick skin
then Larry then lifted his hand and slapped Robin.  Robin then almost went
insane with rage and he delivered several hard savage blows to Larry's face
and he could hear several snapping sounds.  Larry screamed in pain and
Robin's rage grew even darker.  He then kicked and punched every exposed
area of the man's body then he came off of his adrenaline high.  He then
shut his eyes tight.  He couldn't stand to look at Larry's face.  He did
feel around and he found a cell phone.  He opened it and dialed his home
number.

Sam Lee picked up on the first ring and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Robin," he said fearfully.  "Is that you?"

"D'''D'''Dad," Robin began trying to hold back his tears.  "Dad, Damion and
I need your help."

"Where are you guys?"

"We're at the Cure All Institute."

"Oh my god!  How did you get there?"

"It's a long story.  The man who abducted us is on the floor across the room
from me.  I'''I'''I think I killed him.  Oh dad, I'm so scared."

Robin started crying hard and he struggled to listen to his dad.

"Son, you have to listen carefully.  Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.  I'm going to call the police and I'm going to follow them in my car
okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you son."

"I love you too dad."

"Before I go, is Damion with you?"

"He is.  The bastard that brought us here gave him most of the beatings."

"Well, I'm on my way."

Sam put the phone down and had his wife Ellen come in to the room.  He
explained to her what happened and then they left the house and on the way
to the center, they called the police.

Damion had come to spend Friday night with Robin and the two sets of parents
had left to give the boys some alone time.  The four adults knew that Robin
and Damion were becoming more than friends, but they wanted to wait until
the boys felt comfortable enough to bring it up.

Robin and Damion had met in Elementary school and had become best friends
from then on.  They shared everything together and when Damion was twelve
and learned how to masturbate, he then showed Robin how to do it.  He
actually did it  for Robin when Robin asked him if he'd do it on him.  Ever
since that day, they knew that they didn't want anyone else but each other.
They tried to date girls, but girls did nothing for them.

The two boys were now fifteen and they had just privately committed
themselves to one another two months ago.  They just didn't know a whole lot
about being discrete.

Jim Allen and his wife Patty got to the Institute a couple of minutes after
Sam and his wife did.  Sam called them right after they called the police.
Just then, a guard came out of the center.

"Can I help you guys?" the man who's nametag read Bill asked them.

Sam was instantly on the man knocking him to the ground and punching him a
couple of times in both of his eyes.

"Now you bastard," Sam began.  "Where's our children!"

"You mean Robin and Damion?" Bill asked with the beginnings of a surly tone
in his voice.

"That's exactly who I mean.  If you don't tell me, I'll call my brother.
You want to know what he does?  He's a man who's in the Italian Mob.  He's
the one they give the  job of torturing to.  In  other words, he does the
hand crushing and knee-cap smashing for the crime family for which he works.
  Am I making my point?"

Bill was shaking with fear now and he stammered a yes.

"Good," Sam said.  "Now, you're going to let us in to this torture chamber
and you're going to take us to our kids.  If you don't, I'll shatter your
kneecaps myself you scum-sucking mother Fucker!"

"I'll do as you ask."

"Yes you will."

Sam grabbed Bill and forced him to a standing position.  He then made him
turn around to face the building.  Bill began walking and he led the
families to the room in which Robin and Damion were being held captive.

Once the parents got to the room, they ran towards Robin and Damion.  They
hugged them both, then Robin walked up to Bill.  He punched him two times in
his jaw and his nose.  Bill began to scream, but then Robin pulled Bill's
arm up and behind his back causing acute pain.

"Don't even think about it Mother Fucker," Robin said.  "You're going to
guarantee me that Damion will not be hunted by you guys once we're back with
our families."

"And if I don't?" Bill said in a strained voice.

"Then I'm going to kill you right here, right now."

"I'll not make that promise."

"Wait, let go of him," Sam said to Robin.

Robin did as he was told and Sam went over to Bill who was reaching for his
pistil.  Sam bent down and grabbed Bill's hand.  He took bill's first two
fingers in his own and squeezed gradually causing profound pain.

"Oh!" Bill yelled in pain.  "Oh God!  That hurts!  Why are you doing this to
me!"

"Shut up right now," Sam said in the coldest tone he could produce.  "You're
going to listen and you'll listen good.  You're going to prison you bastard
and so is Larry Marks.  Until that time however, if Larry or you try to come
after our boys, I'll find you both, and I will restrain you both, and I'll
slowly dismember both of you while you two are still alive.  Do you
understand me?"

"Y'''Y'''Yes," Bill said with a voice that shook with fear.

"And don't even try to call the police and put a spin on the story, because
I am the police and you both are under arrest for kidnapping and child
Endangerment.

Detective Sam Lee withdrew from a plastic holster, a pair of handcuffs and
placed them around Bill's wrists.

Jim Allen placed another set of handcuffs around Larry's wrists.  Patty who
was his assistant officer stopped him.

"I wouldn't do that," Patty said.  "He's going to need medical attention."

"I'll call an ambulance," Jim said.

Just then, several sets of footsteps could be heard on the floor going
towards the room in which everyone was gathered.  It was two doctors.

"Stop," Jim said.  "We never called any doctors yet."

"The police did who are out side the building," the first doctor who's
nametag read M. Goldberg.  "They wait to see if anyone else is here who
needs help."

A moment later, several police officers came in to the room and the one in
the front stopped and looked at the four people already in the room.  Well,
six if you counted Larry and Bill.  The leader of the larger police group
then began to speak.

"What we've stumbled across here is something that I hope I never see again.
  There's a boy who's going to need your services Dr. Goldberg.  We got all
of the trace-evidence we need and from what we've seen, he's been brutally
raped.  From the nametag on his right wrist, his name is John Dean.  We'll
then need to call social services; he's been disowned by his parents.  Now,
lets clear out of here."

Tuesday came in the form of a dark rainy morning.  I lay there beside Josh
enjoying his warmth.  Our parents agreed to let us spend that Monday night
together.  We had that Monday off as a lot of schools do.  My mom and Josh's
dad figured that we could just go to school together from Josh's and his
house and that's what we did.

We had breakfast and then we got in Chad's car.  He drove us to the school
and we entered the building.  I didn't know that everything was about to
change.

David Philips walked the four blocks to the Sangger High School.  He was in
grate pain from being raped that morning by his father.  He reached the
school and went in.  He felt so out of place in that school.  He wasn't
clean mainly because his father wouldn't let him bathe before he raped him.
He went in to the school and headed to the guys restroom.  He went in and
went over to the two toilet stalls that lined the wall.  He went in to the
stall and threw up in the toilet.

Lunch seemed to come quickly that day.  Josh and I were walking to my locker
to wait for Patrick.  He was going to join us for lunch that day.  Once at
my locker, I felt an urge to urinate and I asked Josh if he could wait for
me while I used the restroom.  He agreed and I headed to the guys restroom.

Once I entered the room, I heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing
up.  I went over to the stall from which the sound was emanating.  I pushed
on the door and it moved inward easily.  It wasn't locked.  I let it swing
shut again and I knocked lightly.

"Go away!" the voice from within said getting angry.

"Are you hurt?" I asked.

"Let me throw up in peace!"

I opened the door all the way and saw before me, a boy leaned over the
toilet bole.  The boy stood to his full height which was 4-11 and he turned
to face me.  From what I could see, he had blue eyes, black hair which was
neither cut nor washed and he had bruises all over his face.

"You obviously don't listen very well," the boy said.  He then stepped
forward and reached out a hand to try to slap me.  I gently took hold of his
wrist.  He then started freaking out.

"Noooo!" he yelled and yanked free of my grasp.  He then lunged himself at
me throwing himself on me.  "You're not going to get me again you sick
rapist!"  He then pounded his fists in my face.  He rained several blows to
my eyes, nose, and my mouth.  My eyes weren't swelling yet and I then saw a
look of horror cross his face.  "Oh my god; what have I done!"

He got up off me and ran to the sink.  He wetted several paper towels and
went back to where I lay.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he said.  "You just forget what you heard me say."

I wordlessly took the paper towels from him and he ran out of the restroom.
I wiped off the drying blood and sat up.  I then got out my cell phone and
called Josh's cell number.  That was what was good about Sangger High.  You
could use your cell phones during lunch.  Josh then picked up.

"Hello?" he said.

"Josh," I began.  "It's me.  I've been hurt.  I need you to come to the guys
restroom."

"I'll be right there."

Josh came in to the restroom and I tapped the floor to show him where I was.
  He came over to me and bent down to where I was sitting on the floor.  He
took me in his arms and held me close.  I started crying, not because of my
own injuries, but because of what this boy was going through.  I knew he was
being hurt.  Why would he have said what he did then attacked me if it
wasn't true?

"It's alright baby," Josh said.  "We'll get you looked at."

"No," I said.  "It's not me."

I then explained to him what had happened and how the boy yelled at me
calling me a sick rapist and saying that I wasn't going to hurt him again.

"Sounds like Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to me," Josh said.

"I don't want him to be punished.  It's not his fault what happened."

"I know.  We need to find him."

That day after school, Josh and I walked home to my house after telling Mr.
Marshall what happened.  I got my injuries treated by the doctor that the
school had working for them.  We resumed our classes after we had a quick
lunch.

Later that night after we did our homework, Patrick sat in between us and we
had our arms around his shoulders.  I told him the whole story of what
happened in the guys restroom that day at lunch and he hugged me.  I
explained about Josh's and my theory about what was going on with the guy
that beat me up.

After we talked a little more, it was getting late and my mom and Josh's dad
decided that it wouldn't hurt to let us spend the night together.  Josh and
I got ready for bed and we got in to bed and wrapped our arms around each
other.  Shortly after snuggling in to each other's arms, we were asleep.

Author Note

This chapter was supposed to go out last weekend, and I apologize about the
long delays in postings.  I've had a lot of personal problems and I'm moving
back down to where my dad lives to get in to one of the colleges there.
Well, I should say that I'm down at my dad's house now and I'm getting
things prepared to start classes in September.

Anyway, I'll have this chapter out as soon as I can get my Internet issues
taken care of.

Take care and I'll see you all in Chapter 8.

And please feel free to drop me a line at:  vector18@msn.com.

P.S.

I've been reading Sad Song of a Gay Teen by Paul Walker.  It's a wonderful
story and I'd recommend it to anyone.  Hope you didn't mind that quick
review and recommendation for your story Paul.

See you all in Chapter 8.