Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2015 17:18:08 -0400
From: JAMES HEADY <vector18@msn.com>
Subject: a Deep Love:  Book 2--Chapter 8

A Deep Love
By
James

Disclaimer

This story deals with sexual as well as romantic situations between
teenaged males.  If this offends you, or if you're not of the legal age to
read such material, then please find something else to read.

Introduction

As I argued in the author's notes of the previous chapter, I have reached
the conclusion that with a few exceptions, our society has no use for
children and/or their welfare.  The moral nihilism that runs through our
culture is apparent, especially when it comes to how we treat our children.
For the full monologue on my thoughts, see A Deep Love: Book 2 Chapter 7 to
understand the general idea of which I'm speaking.

This chapter will also deal in detail with how we deal with children,
mainly through what Michael and the others have to encounter when taking in
abandoned and abused kids.  One person who understood completely the
dangers that invariably result from the society-wide neglect and abuse as
well as complete disregard for children was the author Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Dostoyevsky understood the interconnectedness of all of us and the joy that
can come when that is honored, respected and heeded.  He understood how
life could be enhanced, both physically and morally when we take care of
those among us, especially those who are children.  He also understood what
can happen when we have not only disrespect, but contempt for the virtue of
respecting the connection that everything has within the world and what can
happen to a society that bases its values on moral nihilism.

In Dostoyevsky's Demons, a small town is slowly torn apart when a student
is murdered by his fellow revolutionaries.  He was a part of a group of
nihilists who wanted to over-throw the system and they all had little to no
concern with what would be built in its place.  Piotr Verkhovensky, son of
Stepan Verkhovensky was the main leader of this criminal group and the
novel ultimately shows what happens when utopian ideas are put in to
practice by the young when they take them from the old.

Another key point in Demons is when a 12-year-old girl is raped by Nikolai
Vsevolodovich Stavrogin, a man who was not only selfish, but was also
overtaken by moral nihilism.  Ultimately, Demons is about people who allow
themselves to be taken over by ideas that are not in the end, built on a
life-protecting as well as life-enhancing morality.  Furthermore, the
demons of which Dostoyevsky speaks, aren't actual demons.  The demons are
in fact, all of the "Isms" with which societies attempt to work.

These would be ideas such as Utilitarianism, idealism, Rationalism and
Positivism, all of which for Dostoyevsky go back to Atheism as the source
of the problem.  This is ultimately a concept that I am and have tried to
convey through this story, that when one, or more people believe themselves
to have the whole truth, whatever that might be, then dangerous things can
happen, and it can be made all the more worse when we have a political
system, especially when it is the liberal aspects of the political system
that are so anemic as to be useless in stopping the agenda at work, in this
case of today's age, it would be the antigay agenda ran by prominent
members of The Christian Right.

Like Stavrogin and Piotr Verkhovensky, The Christian Right seeks to destroy
the system.  Unlike the nihilists in Demons however, The Christian Right
does want to put something in its place, and it is much more terrifying
than what was before and the liberal institutions, especially the liberal
officials within our Government, in the name of tolerance and openness
thinking that they can reason with and talk to The Christian Right, will
ultimately allow this movement to implement their radical agenda.
Ultimately what The Christian Right wants, is quite simple in a terrifying
sort of way.  They want to put in to power their own politicians and make
the government a "Christian Government" that will put in to law most if not
all of the laws of The Bible.

It is important to understand that this group is not the same as every-day
Christians.  Most of the evangelical Christians have always stayed out of
politics, preferring to concern themselves with keeping their own house in
order.  Though the traditional Evangelical Christians are for the most
part, no supporters of GLBT Rights, they don't possess the hate,
intolerance and barely contained bigotry found within the language of The
Christian Right.  So this is in the end, how The Christian Right differs
from most of the other denominations of Christians in our country.

A moment ago, I wrote that if The Christian Right succeeds with their
goals, it will be because Liberalism and liberal institutions would fail to
stop them.  This would happen as I mentioned for a few reasons, not the
least of which would be due to the fact that our Liberalism of today is a
morally bankrupted form of Liberalism.  It speaks in the language of
standing up for human rights, as well as standing up for the rights for
women to get abortions, as well as for the right for the GLBT community to
have equal rights concerning having families and getting married like any
straight couple.  Today's Liberalism however, does very little to fight for
it, and when it does fight, it speaks in the language of dialog and
inclusion, as if these are enemies with which they can reason in regards to
obtaining these and similar rights.

Given that The Christian Right is the biggest enemy of GLBT rights and
other civil rights, today's liberals with a few exceptions have very little
to no understanding of how to confront The Christian Right.  While liberals
though well intentioned, will sit and talk about tolerance, and how we all
should be respectful of The Christian Right no matter the costs, they will
ultimately secure for themselves, and all of us the destruction of our
society.  As Karl Popper understood, limitless tolerance, even that
extended to people bent on the destruction of others will in the end,
destroy both the tolerant as well as the intolerant.  We must look at the
incitement of The Christian Right to intolerance as seriously as we would
take seriously the dangers of people who insight to murder, rape, panic or
any other crime with which our society has to deal.  It is only with this
system of ethics that we can hopefully fight The Christian Right.

One final note on The Christian Right is a little more about why people for
the most part do not take them seriously.  This is because of their
destruction and replacement of words.

If one goes back and reads books and/or listens to sermons given by Pat
Robertson and various leaders of this movement, they will here words like
"Liberty", "Love" and various related words.  These words within The
Christian Right no longer mean what they originally meant.

Liberty as defined as freedom to do as one pleases within reason, or to go
wherever one wants within reason which is the freedom we have in this
country, is not the liberty of which The Christian Right speaks.  The
"Liberty" they speak of is the liberty found in accepting in to one's heart
the spirit of Jesus Christ.

Love which is the love and caring as well as concern for one's fellow human
being is not what is meant by The Christian Right.  In the warped minds of
The Christian Right, "Love" is the love that is given to people who follow
without question, the doctrines and rules set forth by The Christian Right
that they believe comes from their understanding of God, which is a warped
and dangerous understanding given the methods by which they want to express
their beliefs.

So once one understands their corrupting of language to fit their agenda,
then one can know how to begin to fight them and also to see this mass
movement for what it is.  George Orwell in his book 1984 showed this
twisting of language with Governmental offices such as The Ministry of Love
which dealt with torture, The Ministry of Truth which twisted lies in to
their own version of the truth and The Ministry of Peace which attempted to
confuse war with Peace.  Were Orwell alive today, I would like to think
that he would see in The Christian Right these dangerous qualities and that
he would call us as citizens to fight against them.  I always push people
to fight against The Christian Right, but not with violence.  We must fight
against them with facts, the truth and with the understanding of the thin
line between victim and victimizer

If one goes back through history, one can see similarities between The
Christian Right and other mass movements such as The Nazi Party of Germany
as well as The Spanish Inquisition.  Adolf Hitler spoke in the language of
patriotism and hard work among other things to push through his demented
and psychotic utopian visions.  For The Spanish Inquisition, it was the
language of God and religion.  So for The Christian Right, it is a
combination of religion, patriotism, nationalism, God and "The Nuclear
Family" and the protection of said family.  The Christian Right is just one
more in a long line of dangerous mass movements.  Though their utopian
visions may be different than that of people such as Adolf Hitler or other
groups, the terrifying end results will ultimately be the same should we
fail to fight them.  Using history as a guide, The Christian Right is in
different forms something we have seen before over the years and centuries,
it is something we must fight and something from which we must protect
ourselves as well as our country.

James: 2015

Chapter 8

...  "It's not you who ate the idea, but the idea that ate you."  Fyodor
Dostoyevsky Demons

Michael

I got the bed made in the room that Ryan selected as his.  After some
ice-cream as well as Cathy talking to him along with me having my arm
around him, that settled it for him and he decided he wanted to stay.  So
once the paperwork was in order, Cathy gave us the small amount of clothing
he had which wasn't much at all.  I then turned in my report to dad and he
put it in the file we began.

At the house, Josh and I would do a sort of counseling with any kids we
got, but it would be monitored in another room by dad and a couple of
others in case the kids got agitated beyond our ability to help them.
Should that not happen though, then we had a certain amount of freedom with
which to work to help the kids develop skills with which to cope with
whatever their situations were.  Bengy, Patrick, David and Cory had similar
things they would be doing with the kids and I was looking forward to see
what positive change we would bring about in the kids.

0000

The person in black rode along with the girl in the trunk of the car.  The
girl had been kicked out of the cult, but not before the leader had his way
with her.  The person in black watched the whole thing and unlike Larry
Marks, the person figured that the girl got what she deserved.  The fucking
Bitch was always giving Father Lord those lust-filled looks and so it was
time that the Bitch got what she was practically asking for all this time
and so she did.

Once at the stop, the person in black shut off the car and opened the door.
The person unlocked the trunk and opened it.  They then picked up the girl
and slapped her hard across the face.  She jerked awake and screamed.

"That'll wake you up, Bitch!" the person yelled.  "Get the fuck moving!"

"I'''I'''I can't!" the girl yelled trying to balance herself.

The person yanked the girl to her feet and they stood there for a moment
and eventually, the girl got her footing.  She was week from the rape and
all of the starvation as well as the beatings, but she was standing at
least.  She then took a couple of steps when the hooded figure told her to.
She was walking now and the hooded figure waited for a moment, then grabbed
her.  The person beat her savagely, then picked her up.  They then took her
to the shoulder of the road and dumped her off.  After this, the hooded
figure got back in their car and sped away, leaving the girl laying in the
dirt beaten and just barely conscious.

Michael.

Dinner that evening was joyful, especially with Ryan there to keep things
light and happy.  I knew that the therapy hadn't even begun and that over
the next few days, which might span in to possibly weeks or months, he
would have many emotions with which to struggle most of which would not be
pleasant or happy, but for that evening at least, he was happy and in the
mood to make others around him feel the same.

"Thank you for the dinner," Ryan said after he had a smaller dish of
ice-cream.  "I really enjoyed that."

"You're welcome," I said.  "We're happy to have you hear and I hope you
enjoy staying here and that you are able to have a normal and happy life."

I hugged Ryan and he cuddled up to me.  We were sitting on the couch in the
sitting room by this time and some Classical Music was playing softly in
the background.  As Ryan and I sat there, I heard Josh's cane bump in to
something, then I heard him coming in to the room.  I then looked to my
left and he was nearing the couch.

"There's a place to the right of Ryan," I said.

"Thanks," he said and moved in front of us and to his right.  Ryan gave him
verbal instructions so he wouldn't sit directly on him.  Josh once seated,
put his arms around both of us and Ryan seemed to like that.

"This is really nice," Ryan said.  I like being here with you guys like
this."

"Me too," I said.

"So do I," Josh answered.

"You guys can be like my two brothers if you want," Ryan said smiling at
us.

"I'd love that," Josh said.

"That sounds really good," I replied.

After we talked a little more, I heard Ryan softly snoring.  Josh was
rubbing his hair gently and I was rubbing his arms softly.  I was picturing
if this was our child and if we were his parents and I was momentarily
over-come with emotion.  I knew at that moment that I wanted to have
children later on down the road and obviously I would want Josh as their
second father.

"He's asleep," Josh whispered.

"Yeah," I replied just as softly.  "Do you want me to put him to bed, or do
you?"

"Let's do it together," Josh replied.

"That sounds good," I answered.

I gently woke Ryan and he rubbed his eyes and looked around, then realized
where he was.

"Will you guys tuck me in?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, we'll definitely do that sweet heart," I said.

"Anything you need our sweet boy," Josh said hugging him.

Once in his room, we helped Ryan in to his sleep clothes.  Actually, he had
us turn with our backs to him while he undressed and got in to his sleep
shirt and sleep pants.  He then let us know that it was okay to turn around
again once his clothes were changed and I then let him know where there was
a clean toothbrush he could use.  He went and brushed his teeth, then
returned.

We helped him sit down on the edge of his bed and he let us know that he
liked to sleep without his shirt.  He removed it and looked at me.

"Ryan?" I asked.

"Can you guys stay with me until I fall asleep?" he asked in a small voice.

"Sure," Josh said.

"That's no problem at all," I answered.

We got up off the edge of the bed and he lay back and repositioned himself
on the bed in the normal way.  I then moved the sheet and covers further
down to the end of the bed so he could put his feet under them.  I then
reached out and massaged his feet and toes.  The bruises on the tops of his
feet were still there, but I knew they would go away with time.  He sighed
contently and smiled when Josh began softly rubbing his back and shoulders.
He was on his stomach by now and with us massaging him, I knew that his
time of being awake was coming to a close for the night.  I spent a couple
of more minutes rubbing his feet which were small and soft to the touch and
Josh finished rubbing his back.  He was deeply asleep now and I could hear
his soft snoring.

I moved to where his head was and looked down at him.  I then kissed his
cheek softly and Josh did the same.

"Good night my angel," I said.  "You're safe here and no one will hurt you
here."

"We will protect you our sweet boy," Josh said and kissed his shoulder.  I
did the same and we made sure that the covers were over him and that he was
well covered up.

Back in our room, we got in the shower and slowly and sensually washed one
another's bodies.  I was over-come with hunger for my love and soul mate
and I knew that he felt the same.  Somehow, we didn't do anything in the
shower beyond washing each other.  Once finished washing, I turned off the
water and dried both of us.

Once back in our room, I came up beside the bed and Josh stood there with a
questioning expression on his face.  He was standing with his back to the
bed and right in front of me.

I reached out and took him in my arms.  We were completely naked at this
point having placed our used clothing in the hamper but leaving our towels
for the house keeper to collect and wash.  I felt Josh's hard cock pressing
in to my upper thigh.  I sighed contently and situated us so that our cocks
were sliding against one another.  I began kissing him greedily and he was
responding in kind.  He thrust against me hard and I was just as
aggressive.  He then broke the kiss and I moved my face towards him not
wanting it to stop.

"Just a moment my love," he said laughing softly.  "I need you just as bad,
but I want to say something."

"Okay, sorry," I said and was smiling.

"I need you more than I've ever needed anyone in my entire life," he said.
"I need you to love me harder and passionately than you've ever done it
before.  I've loved every time that we made love, but I want you to do it
with every last bit of strength you have in you."

"So do I," I replied.  "I can't even put in to words how badly I need you
right now!  It's like a fire is burning inside me that's so out of
control!"

I wrapped him in my arms and our lips were locked together.  I never
thought that kissing could be that out of control, but it was.  Our tongues
were practically down each other's throats and my cock was a painfully hard
and deeply aching bar of iron between my legs; my balls were tight up
against my body and were throbbing and burning with desire for my love.  I
then fell forward which dropped us on to the bed and once situated in the
normal position on the bed, we were making out with an intensity that was
nothing short of red hot burning and all consuming passion.  I then broke
the kiss and was trying to get my breath back.  Finally I did somehow.

"I need you now!" I said.  "I can't wait any longer Josh!"

"Neither can I!" he said and lay there on his side looking at me.

I then reached across him and got a tube of KY out of the bedside stand.  I
got my cock slicked up with it and I then put some on my index finger.
After putting some KY on Josh's rosebud, I rubbed it around gently.

"Oooo fuck!" he said through clenched teeth.  "Oooo, that's so mother
fucking good!"

"It's only going to get better," I said as I began to lick and gently bight
on the top half of his ear.  That always drove him crazy and it proved to
be no exception this time around either.

"Ooo fuck! Hel fucking yeah!!!" he yelled.  "You're so fucking grate!
Fuck, I love you so much Michael!"

"I love you too," I said and was using my other hand to rub and lightly
twist his nipples.  I then moved him on to his back and began greedily
licking, sucking and bighting on them.  I was mercilessly stimulating his
nipples and I knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"Get on your stomach now," I ordered.  He loved when I was authoritarian
like that.  We didn't get crazy with it, it was just mainly authoritarian
in the verbal context.  "Good.  Now get that hot little ass in the air now.
I'm going to fuck you now and it's going to be so fucking hot and so
fucking crazy."

"Anything you want my lover," he said.

I then got on top of him and once I loosened him up, I just took my time
and stimulated his prostate with my fingers until he couldn't take it.  I
knew he was close to coming, so I backed off for a few minutes.  Once he
was calm enough so that he wouldn't come right then and there, I began to
slide my cock in his hole.

"Oooo fuck, that's so mother fucking good!" he yelled.  "Oh Michael, you're
such a grate lover!"

"You're going to see how grate I am," I growled in his ear then took it all
in my mouth and sucked on it hard.

"Fuck yeah!" he screamed.

I was deep inside him now and I began moving slowly.  I felt him wrapped
around me, a warm and creamy tightness that made me feel deep fiery-hot
passion every time we loved each other in that manner.  The physical
feelings on my cock always and will probably continue to make me feel like
screaming for years to come with how good it feels.  The feelings tore and
burned through my body, especially through my cock and balls.  I was
breathing harder and harder now and my arms were wrapped around him tightly
and unless he told me to ease up, I couldn't let him go.

"Oh Michael!" he screamed.  "Oh, that feels so fucking wonderful!  Oh,
you're so good!  This is the fucking greatest!  Don't stop, don't stop,
don't stop!!!!!"

"Don't worry!" I yelled going harder.  "You're mine, you belong to me!  I
own you!  Never forget that boy!  You're mine!"

I was out of control now and the feelings from my stomach and chest which
was soaked with sweat and the moist feeling of our flesh as it made contact
every time I thrust forward on him, and my cock as it was gripped and
squeezed by his tight hole and to my balls as they slapped hard against his
thighs and ass were making me wild and crazy with love and lust for him.
He was mine and I was controlling him, possessing him, making him mine and
giving him every bit of love I had to give.

"Michael!" he screamed.  "Harder, go harder!  Go as hard as you can!  Don't
hold back!"

"You've fucking got it boy!" I yelled and began using the last ounces of
strength I had.  My body was gushing sweat on to him and I could feel my
orgasm slowly building in my balls.

It was all closing in on me now.  It was all overwhelming me savagely now,
from the smell of his sweat and his musky sent, to the sounds of my balls
hitting his thighs and to the moist creamy sounds of my cock moving in and
out of his hole were driving me closer and closer to the edge.  I then felt
Josh reach his hand up between his legs and gently brush the soft hair and
skin of my ball sack which made me finally go off the edge.

I through back my head and let out a primal scream that I never had known
before.  My blood was roaring in my ears and stars and lights were busting
before my eyes and the orgasm slammed me from all over like a Mack truck.
My cock began to burn like molten hot lava was being slammed from my balls,
through my cock and in to Josh's fiery-hot love hole.

"Oh Josh!" I screamed to the top of my voice.  "Oh fuck!  Oh, you're so
fucking hot, so fucking tight, so good!!!"

"Yeah Michael!" he screamed.  "Fucking blast me with your lava!  Do it!  Do
it!  Do it!"

The moans he was giving off the whole time had been turning to loud screams
and loud chants yelling at me to fuck him harder and fill him with my love
and those vocal responses made me crazy as well.

My cock was coming more than I thought possible and it burned, hurt and
felt good in ways that I'll never be able to describe in words.  I was
firing in to his hot and tight love hole and could feel it overflowing out
of his hole and down his balls and in between his legs.  He was also coming
and I knew that we would have to do a big clean up afterword.

Once finished, I collapsed on top of him taking in huge gulps of air trying
to get my breath back.  Josh was doing the same and we both just lay there
waiting for everything to calm down.  It eventually did and my cock grew
soft and came out of him on its own.  He never wanted me to pull out while
still hard.  He always wanted me to leave it in until it was completely
soft which I did every time.

We lay in each other's arms afterword, softly caressing and kissing each
other.  I never felt closer to anyone at that moment than I did with him.
I kissed him all over his face and he did the same with me.  We then held
each other and his head was resting in the hollow of my neck, then he
removed it to kiss me tenderly on the lips.  I returned the kiss and he
repositioned his head back in that area.

"That was more beautiful than I can ever say in words," I said softly.

"Yes, it definitely was," he replied.  "I can't even describe in words how
much that means to me and how much you and your love means to me Michael."

"I feel the same about you," I responded.

I truly love you more than anything," Josh said looking deeply in to my
eyes.

"I love you, truly, and more than you'll ever know," I replied.  "You're my
everything.  You're my lover, boyfriend, soul mate and best friend.  I feel
so lucky and thank God every day that you and I found each other."

"So do I," he said.  "You're all those things to me as well Michael."

"You're also the man that I want to have children with," I said.  "I know
that it's a long way off, but I already know that that's how I feel.  I
watched you when we were with Ryan today and this evening.  You were so
sweet and good to him and I know that you'll make a grate father down the
road."

"I was also watching you Michael," he said.  "You were so gentle and loving
with Ryan today as well.  You showed patients and caring towards him that
he probably hasn't seen in a long time, if at all throughout his life.  I
know that you'll definitely make a grate father and I can't think of anyone
else that I'd want to share children with down the road than you my
beautiful love."

"I love you so much Joshua," I said as my voice thickened with emotion.

"I love you more than anything my sweet Michael," he replied, his own voice
getting that thickened emotional quality as well.

We just held each other and let out our emotions, they were tears and
emotions of love and joy and once they were expelled from our bodies and
souls, with them went the last of our physical and mental strength which
drew sleep closer and closer.  With the last ounces of energy, we kissed,
declared for one another our love once again and I put the covers over both
of us and we were asleep within a moment.

0000

The girl lay on the side of the road going in and out of consciousness.
She never felt more in pain, than in that moment.  When she had a lucid
thought, which was not often at that point in her life, and especially at
that moment in the dark, but one conscious thought that did come to her,
was that it wasn't supposed to be this way.

When she and her parents got involved with the cult, it seemed harmless
enough.  The Father Lord seemed gentle and kind, until she was alone with
him.  She and her parents joined the cult back in the late Autumn and her
life had never been the same since.  It was only a few weeks after being
there at the compound that The Father had his way with her.

He came in to her room a couple of hours after her parents were asleep in
their room and he explained that God ordered him to take her as his "Love
Mate", which was nothing more than a euphemism for rape, but with his
esoteric terminology, she had very little with which to fight him.  It was
only after the third time of him raping her that she began to fight him.
Of course this was his excuse to starve and beat her.  The rapes also
increased in frequency and violence.  They also culminated in a baby which
she figured now, that she would lose from how badly her body had been
abused.

Now, the pain was coming again, and the darkness over-took her once again
and she fell in to unconsciousness.

0000

Andrew, Brad and Chad were sitting in the computer room of a building
beside the main house.  In this building, was the tools, both technological
and firearms-related that they would use to protect both themselves and the
boys.  At that moment, Andrew was watching a large scroll of data move down
to cover all of his laptop monitor.  Another group of nihilistic terrorists
came on their radar a couple of days after they all moved the last of the
boxes to the house, although he had kept this from Michael, Josh and the
other boys.  They needed to have some time to get relaxed, then he would
let them know what was going on.

The group was called The House of Our Father The Lord, and was ran by a man
whose name was reportedly Alex Sanders.  He was now calling himself The
Father Lord and from what obscure literature that Andrew and the two other
men could find, on the surface, the cult's mission was the typical crap of
moral renewal and easy answers as to what was wrong with society and how to
fix it.

When Andrew and his group did more digging, they found people who snuck out
of the cult and began telling their stories.  The stories were similar to
what happened to people who survived the horrors of Larry Marks and his
associates, but most of the reports found by Andrew and the group suggested
that The Father Lord Group was smaller and had not had the chance to branch
out, and if Andrew had anything to do or say about it, they would not only
be prevented from branching out, they would be out of commission very soon.

"I'm so fucking sick of these nihilistic groups!" Chad said slamming his
fist down on the desk.  "Dostoyevsky wasn't predicting Russian future, he
was predicting America's downfall!"

"It was probably a little of both," Andrew replied.

"Of course, I'm speaking rhetorically though," Chad answered.  "I read
Demons a few years ago and I see most of what happened in that novel
happening here in this country.  It's fucking frightening!"

"I agree," Brad said, speaking for the first time in several minutes.

"We need to find out where this Father Bastard lives and not only who helps
him, but how he's being financed.  We also need to find out how many
weapons he has, and what he intends to do with them."

Andrew said all of this as he typed and looked for other people who were
willing to talk and help to shut down the group.

0000

Calvin Smith walked along from his truck that he had parked off to the side
of the road so he could relieve himself.  Once he took care of his
business, he went to look around.  He thought he had heard something, but
he couldn't be sure.  He knew that anything could be in these woods and
with his job as security head for Michael's new business, he wasn't taking
any chances.  He had just been brought on aboard as security head when
Andrew and the other men took down the rest of Larry's group as well as the
dirty school officials a few months ago, and once they saw he had done such
a good job with that, they promoted him to what he was at that moment.

He could see part of the house from the point at which he was standing, but
he needed to check other perimeters as well.  He walked a few more steps,
then he heard a noise again.  He stood there listening carefully and he
then located the sound.  It was coming from his right a few feet away from
the main road.  Listening a little more, he then heard moans and what
sounded like someone calling for help.

"Are you hurt?" Calvin called out.

There was another moan, this time a little louder.  He followed it and he
then took his light off the holster on his hip and turned it on.  He then
shined it around, then up ahead, he saw what looked like a leg.

"Call out if you can hear me!" he yelled.

The voice moaned out louder, but there were still no intelligible words
emanating forth.  He wondered if the person had suffered a stroke, or if
their jaw was fractured.  It sounded like the moans of either a small
child, or a woman.  He then ran a little more and was nearing the person.

Once there, he shined the light on the person.  It was a woman, but he
couldn't guess her age.  She looked young, but her face and what was
exposed of her body was covered in bruises and shallow cuts.  He bent down
and she tried to move away.

"It's going to be alright now," Calvin said softly.  "You're going to be
safe now.  I'll help you.  I'm not with anyone who will hurt you.  Can you
talk?"

The girl tried to say something, and as he looked at her chin, he saw how
out of shape it was.  It definitely had been broken in some sort of fight.
Calvin straightened up and unclipped his radio.

"This is S.H. 132 calling to base," he said in to the radio.

S.H. was Security Head and 132 was simply a number.  As more security
members were added, they would be assigned differing numbers as well.

"S.H. 132," Andrew's voice sounded through the speaker.  "State the nature
of the issue."

"I have a woman here a couple of blocks away from the house," Calvin began.

"Can you have her identify herself?" Andrew asked.

"No sir," Calvin replied.  "She's going to need immediate medical care and
now!"

"What's her injuries from what you can see so far?" Andrew asked.

"She's covered in multiple bruises and lacerations, as well as having
difficulty speaking from what looks like a fractured jaw."

"Okay," Andrew replied.  "We'll be sending an ambulance for her now."

On the grounds of the house, in back further in the woods, there was a
building that served as a fully-functioning hospital.  It was built by one
team, while the other prepared the inside of the mansion for habitation.
Unless far more serious surgeries were warranted, all other surgeries and
medical care would be conducted there on site.

0000

Michael

I awoke and heard people calling my name.  I also felt someone shaking my
shoulder hard.  I knew instantly that something was wrong.  I sat up
immediately and looked through barely awake eyes at my dad and his
boyfriend and Chad.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Michael, we need you at the clinic now!" my dad said.

"What!" I said getting out of bed and almost falling.  My dad steadied me
and handed me my robe.  "Is it Ryan!"

"No," he replied.  "There is a person there, and she's asking for you.  We
don't know who it is, but she wrote your name on a piece of paper.  When
she heard the person's name who ran this clinic, she asked his last name
and the nurse told her and she wrote your name on the paper and said she
knows you."

"I don't know who that could be," I said.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Josh asked slipping on his robe.

"Yeah, I'd like that," I said.

Once at the clinic, I was directed to a room.  It was like any other
hospital room, but with regular lights instead of the glaring florescent
bulbs they use in regular hospitals, although we could switch them on when
needed in any of the rooms of the clinic.  I walked in to the room and saw
the girl lying in bed.  I looked at her and had to blink a couple of times.

"Oh my god," I said just above a whisper.  "No, this can't be."

The girl held up a piece of paper that said: "Michael, I know you and I'm
so sorry for everything."

"Ashley?" I said walking towards the bed feeling as though I was a man in a
dream.

Author's Notes

Yes, Ashley is back and I thought long and hard about whether or not to
keep her in the story as a trouble maker, kill her off or redeem her.  I
ultimately decided to keep her and make her be a better person.  I hope you
guys enjoy this addition to the story line.

Take care, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter.