Date: Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:13:37 -0500
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Losing Kevin  Chapter 13

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Losing Kevin         Chapter 13



Cameron was approaching his uncle's house when he noticed someone sitting
on the steps. He had his head down and the hood to his coat was covering
his head. As he walked nearer, the figure lifted his head. At first Cameron
thought it was Kevin, but after a closer look, he realized it was Devin.

He approached him cautiously. Devin again put his head down and pulled the
hood closer around his face. When he drew nearer, he raised his head and
looked at Cameron. His eyes were moist with tears.

"What are you doing here?" Devin asked harshly.

Cameron took a step back. "This is my uncle's house. I came to see him," he
replied nervously.

"Oh," Devin replied as he hung his head and looked down at the steps.

"Are you alright?" Cameron stammered out. "Everyone's been looking for
you."

"I bet they have," he replied sharply. He took his sleeve and wiped away
tears from his eyes.

Cautiously, Cameron walked over and sat down on the step beside
Devin. "Seriously, Devin. Kevin's worried sick about you. We've been out
all day looking for you."

Cameron watched as Devin's shoulders began to tremble. He knew he was
crying, but he didn't know what to do.

"Are you alright?" He asked again.

Devin looked up at him with a tear-stained face. "Why would you care," he
cried. "I've treated you like shit."

"I don't know," Cameron responded, trying to hold back his own
tears. "You're Kevin's brother and you're hurting."

"Hurting!" Devin laughed. "You don't know the half of it." He got up and
walked over to the door and started knocking. He then turned to
Cameron. "Where is Coach Alston?"

Cameron looked at his watch. "I don't know. He should be home by now. Uncle
Dave won't be home for another hour."

"Who's Uncle Dave?"

"Never mind," Cameron responded quickly. He realized that Devin didn't know
that his coach was gay.

"You should call your home," suggested Cameron. "Everybody is worried about
you."

Devin walked over and sat back on the steps. "Everyone wants to kick my
ass," he said sadly. He buried his hands in his head and moaned, "Oh,
Man. Did I ever fuck up."

Cameron stepped away and pulled out his phone. He called his uncle. Alston
informed him that he was tied up in a meeting at school, and it would
probably be another hour before he got home.

Cameron walked back over to Devin. "My uncle says he won't be home for at
least an hour."

Devin stood and pulled his hood tightly over his head. "Thanks." He started
walking away, but Cameron ran up and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, Devin." He withdrew his hand quickly when Devin looked down at it.

"I got to go," he said as he turned and walked away.

"Wait!" Cameron shouted. He ran up and faced Devin. "Please don't
go. Kevin's worried about you. I can't just let you walk away."

"I can't go back home," Devin said sadly.

"Then go home with me," Cameron said without thinking. He was desperately
trying to keep Devin from walking away.

"What?"

"Come home with me," he replied urgently. "My Mom's home. You can talk to
her. She's a great listener. I promise."

Devin studied Cameron's face for a minute before finally shrugging his
shoulders. "What have I got to lose," he muttered.

Cameron started heading toward his house with Devin trailing about six feet
behind him. He'd turn occasionally just to make sure he hadn't turned
around and walked in the other direction. He led Devin up the stairs to his
home and opened the door.

Mrs. Lynch came walking out of the kitchen. "Kevin," she smiled. "Cameron
didn't tell me you were coming over this evening."

Cameron took Devin's arm and led him over to his mother. "This isn't Kevin,
Mom. It's Devin." He reached up and pulled Devin's hood off his head.

"My," she exclaimed. "You boys do look exactly alike. I can't tell you
apart." Devin looked up and forced a smile. She looked over at Cameron and
gave him an anxious look.

"Devin," he pulled him over to the sofa. "Sit here a minute." He then
motioned for his mother to go into the kitchen. Once inside, he quickly
explained what had happened. He kept listening to make sure Devin didn't
get up and leave.

"Oh, Sweet Jesus," his mother exclaimed after he finished. "That poor boy."
She headed to the living room. Before leaving she turned and told Cameron
to go to his room and wait. He nodded and left. He watched as his mother
sat down beside Devin. She put her arm around him, and he dropped his head
into her lap and started sobbing loudly.

"It's alright," she said soothingly as he continued to cry. All the emotion
he'd been trying to hold back erupted- the news of Ashley's pregnancy, the
change it would mean in his life, the prospect of having to face his father
and Mr. Vance and the way he had treated Kevin over the past few
weeks. They all came crushing down on him as he cried into Mrs. Lynch's
lap.

She said nothing. She continued to rub his back and let him release the
emotion inside him. She knew from her experiences with Cameron when he'd
face a crisis, to just wait it out until he was ready to talk.

After about ten minutes, Devin's crying began to subside. She reached over
and pulled out a handful of Kleenexes on the end table and handed them to
him. He sat up and wiped his eyes dry and then blew his nose.

She looked over and gave him a smile. "Feel better, Honey? It always feels
good to let it out." He wiped his eyes again and nodded.

"Want to talk about it?" He looked at her skeptically. She was a stranger
who he had just met moments earlier. She was also the mother of the boy he
had been intimidating for several weeks. He didn't know how much she knew.

"Listen, Mrs.," he started to get up. "I don't even know your name." She
gently pulled him back down onto the sofa.

"I'm Mrs. Lynch," she smiled.


Devin stared at her for a few seconds. "How much has he told you about me?"

"He doesn't have to tell me anything about you," she said
comfortingly. "You're Kevin's brother. That's all I need to know."  Devin's
eyes welled up with tears once again. "Now I see why he wants to hang out
here all the time."

Mrs. Lynch patted his hand. "You're welcomed here too anytime you want,
Devin."

"Why, Mrs. Lynch?" Devin asked. "I've treated Cameron like a piece of
shit."

"Maybe you have," she smiled. "But it was only because you were confused."

Devin laughed and laid his head on the back of the sofa. "Confused? I think
I'm a little more than confused." Tears started to reappear. Mrs. Lynch
reached out and held him again while he cried. After several minutes he
stopped and sat back.

"What am I going to do, Mrs. Lynch?" He looked hopefully at her, hoping she
had all the answers that could get him out of the situation he now found
himself.

She took his hand and held it. "You have to face the fact, Devin that
you're going to be a father."

"I don't want to be," he cried. "I'm only sixteen."

"It's not the end of the world," she assured him. "I got pregnant with
Cameron when I was sixteen, and I was a mother at seventeen."

Devin gave her a surprised look. "Really?"

"Yes, really," she smiled. "Would I have done things differently when I
feel in love with his father, probably," she said. "But one thing I know, I
don't regret having Cameron. He's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"What did your parents say when they found out you were pregnant?"

She looked at him and smiled. "Probably about the same thing your parents
are going to say to you. I shouldn't have been having sex so young. I
shouldn't have been so irresponsible. I should have been more careful."

"What about Cameron's father?" He asked. "How did he take it?"

She looked at him sadly. "He couldn't deal with it. He tried at first to
deny Cameron was his son. Then he joined the army and left us alone. He's
never been a part of Cameron's life. In fact, Cameron has never met him."

"That sucks," replied Devin. "When Ashley has her baby, I'm not going to be
like that."

"She's not having her baby," Mrs. Lynch said softly. "She's having a baby
that you and she created."

"Yeah, right," he said sadly as he sat back and thought. Suddenly, he sat
up and stared at her.

"What if she has an abortion?" He asked. "I've offered to pay for it out of
the money I've been saving for a car."

Mrs. Lynch gave him a worried look. "And what did she say about that?"

Devin sat back and sighed. "She said she couldn't do it. It would be
murder."

She reached out and patted his hand. "Then, Dear, it looks like you're
going to be a father."

He sat back and moaned, "My Dad's going to kill me." He looked over at
her. "After Ashley's father gets through killing me." Tears welled up in
his eyes once again.

"Boy, did I mess my life up," he replied angrily. "I wish I could go back
and change things."

"Don't we all wish that," Mrs. Lynch replied. "Now you just have to face
the consequences of those mistakes."

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully as he put his head back. "Face the
consequences."

Mrs. Lynch patted his hand and said, "You wait here, Devin. I'm going to go
get you a glass of milk and some cookies." He nodded as she got up and left
the room.

He looked around the living room. Even though it was sparsely furnished, it
felt warm and comfortable. There were pictures of Cameron hanging on the
wall. A particular painting caught his eye and he got up and walked over to
it.

He lifted it from where it was hanging and held it in his hands. Tears
started to fall down his face. It was a painting of Kevin. He was sitting
at a desk in school with a wide grin on his face. It was a smile he hadn't
seen in several weeks. A smile he missed. He ran his hand over the painting
as tears continued to fall.

He could sense Mrs. Lynch step up beside him. She reached out and touched
his arm. "He still loves you, Devin. You never lost him."

Devin turned and wrapped his arms around her and sobbed uncontrollably. "I
never meant to hurt him. I just didn't know how to deal with it."

"I know," she said soothingly. "It was hard for me at first, too."

He pulled away and looked at her. "But he's my twin brother. I should have
been there for him."

She reached out and ran her hand through his hair. "It's not too late," she
said. Devin leaned in and hugged her once more.

"I hope not," he muttered softly. "I hope it's not too late."

They turned when Cameron came tiptoeing into the room. "Is everything
alright?"

Devin wiped the remaining tears from his cheeks and looked at
Mrs. Lynch. "I feel a little better." She reached out and pulled him into
her side.

Cameron stood staring at them, unsure what to do. There was an awkward
moment until Devin held out his arms toward him. "Come here."

Cameron approached as Devin reached out and gave him a strong
hug. Tentatively, he put his arms around him and hugged him back.

"Thanks, Cameron," Devin whispered in his ear. "Thanks for being there for
Kevin." He squeezed him tighter as Mrs. Lynch pulled them both into an
embrace. Devin knew his problems weren't going to go away with a hug, but
he at least was making an effort to correct one of his wrongs.

Mrs. Lynch pulled away when the phone rang. Cameron followed her into the
kitchen as Devin took his seat on the sofa. The call was from her
brother. She whispered softly to him what had happened. After several
minutes she put the phone down.

"What did Uncle Jerry say?" Cameron asked his mother.

"He's on his way over here." She explained. "Dave is coming with him, too."
She looked worriedly at her son.

"What's the matter?" He asked when he noticed her concerned look.

"He's going by and getting Mr. and Mrs. Williams." Jerry thinks it would be
best if they talked to Devin here. We would all be here in case trouble
breaks out."

"Do you think that will happen?"

She looked at him and frowned. "Just what do you think I would do if you
came home and told me you'd gotten a girl pregnant?"

"Yeah, right," he replied with a frown. Then he looked at her and
smiled. "But you don't have to worry about that Mom." She tried to hold her
frown, but her mouth formed a slight smile.

"Come here." She held out her arms and he walked over and hugged her. "Have
I told you how much I love you?" She asked as she squeezed him tightly.

"Yeah, Mom," he said as he held her. "Thanks." He kissed her gently on her
cheek.

She stepped back and wiped her eyes dry. "Why don't you take Devin to your
bedroom? It would probably be best if he wasn't in the living room when his
father arrives."

He frowned, but agreed to do as she asked. Even though Devin had just given
him a hug, he still didn't feel comfortable around him. He was afraid after
this situation was over, he might go back to being mean to him once again.

He went out and got Devin. Devin followed him to his room and then walked
around. He immediately noticed the paints, rags and paintings scattered
around the room. The one on the easel caught his eye. It was the one with
Kevin standing at the lake.

"Wow," he exclaimed as he looked at the picture and then back at
Cameron. "You guys really are in love, aren't you?"

Cameron blushed before asking, "Why?"

"Just look at my brother," he said admiringly as he paced around in front
of it. "Look at his eyes." He looked back at Cameron and smiled. "You do
love him."

Cameron looked into his face. "Yeah," he muttered shyly.

Devin walked over and sat on the bed, not once looking away from the
painting. "You know," he said, "It's funny but I always thought that fags,"
he looked apologetically at Cameron, "Sorry. I meant I always thought gay
guys were in it just for the sex. You know, just to get your dick sucked by
another guy. I never thought that you guys could actually care about each
other."

Cameron didn't know how to respond, so remained quiet.

"No, really." He got up and walked over to Cameron. "I mean, you guys
actually fall in love?" When Cameron didn't respond, he asked, "Do you
really love my brother?"

Cameron walked over to the painting and stared into Kevin's face. He smiled
and turned to Devin. "Yeah," he answered shyly, "I love Kevin."

Devin sat on the bed and looked thoughtfully at him. "That is so cool," he
said. "I mean, I've been going with Ashley for a year," he paused
briefly. "I like her- a lot- but I can't say I really love her." He looked
over at Kevin's picture. "Not the way you guys do, anyway."

Cameron walked over and sat down on the bed beside Devin. "So you don't
think it's wrong?"

Devin looked over and stared at him before answering. "I did," he
replied. He got up and paced around the room. "When I found out Kevin was
gay, I kind of freaked." He looked down at Cameron and smiled. "I guess I
don't have to tell you."

"Yeah," Cameron replied.

"I guess I didn't see it coming," Devin confessed. "Since we're twins, I
just always assumed he liked girls. Then when I did find out he was gay,
then I started questioning myself. If he was gay, then I had to be
too. Even my friends started asking me if I was gay when they found out
Kevin was."

He walked back over and sat on the bed. "But you know what?" Cameron looked
over and shook his head. "It's taken me weeks to realize that we can have
separate lives. I guess that's the problem with being an identical
twin. Everyone always assumes you're the same person."

"So you don't care if Kevin's gay?"

Devin got up and again paced around the room. He stopped before the
painting before turning back to Cameron. "I'm going to be honest. I'm not
going to do cartwheels over it. I still wish he wasn't. But if it means
accepting him as he is, or losing Kevin," tears welled up in his
eyes. "Then I think I can accept him as he is." He turned and stared at the
painting as tears fell down his cheek.

Suddenly, he swung around and faced Cameron. "Can you paint a picture of me
and Kevin?" His face was full of excitement.

"Together?" Cameron asked.

"Of course, together," laughed Devin.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Devin shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to have
something to remember us like we are now."


Cameron studied Devin who looked pleadingly at him. He could tell this was
something that was important to him.

"Sure," he replied. "I guess." Devin started smiling. "I'll have to ask
Kevin."

"Can't you do it without him knowing about it?" He asked. "I would like to
surprise him with it."

Cameron studied Devin for a minute. "I don't know," he said. "You and Kevin
look so much alike. I'd have to see you side by side so I could paint the
differences."

Cameron looked puzzled when Devin started laughing. "Sorry," he said. "It
just sounded funny when you said differences." He stopped laughing, then
walked over and sat beside him. "I guess that's what this has all been
about- differences." Cameron looked at him and nodded.

>From his bedroom they could hear the front door open and then slam shut.

The first voice they heard was from Mr. Williams. "Where the hell is he!"
They then heard several voices speaking at once. They couldn't make out
what was being said, but it sounded like people were trying to calm his
father down.

Devin began to tremble. Cameron looked over at him, but he was afraid to
touch him. "I'm scared," Devin said softly. He scooted closer to
Cameron. Instinctively, Cameron reached his arm around him and held him.

Meanwhile, in the living room the scene was chaotic. After Mrs. Lynch told
Devin's father he was in Cameron's room, it took everyone in the room to
hold him back. Finally, they were able to get him to sit in a chair.

"Mr. Williams," said Coach Alston. "You can't go barging in there in the
state of mind you're in. You have to think this through."

Devin's father held up his hand. "I've thought this through. I'll put my
fist so far up his ass, he'll be tasting my fingernails," he replied
angrily.

"That's what I'm talking about." Coach Alston pulled up a chair and sat in
front of him. It was a defensive move just in case he decided to go barging
from the room. "You've got a very confused son in there right now. He needs
your support now, not your anger."

Mr. Williams buried his hands in his head. "He's sixteen, God damn it." He
looked over at his wife. "He's sixteen and a father. What are we going to
do?" Mrs. Williams walked over and sat on the edge of the chair and held
his hand.

"Coach Alston is right," she spoke calmly. "Devin needs our support. Just
think what he's going through right now."


"He should have thought about that weeks ago," he said angrily.

"But he didn't," his wife responded. She looked over at Kevin who had
remained quiet the entire time. He didn't want to come with them to
Cameron's house, but Coach Alston insisted that he should. He thought if
anyone could get through to his father, it would be him.

"You gave your support to Kevin when we found out he was gay," she
continued. His father looked over at Kevin.

"But that was different," he stated. "Kevin had no control over
that. Devin, however, could have, and should have, controlled himself."

For the first time Kevin spoke. "Dad," he said. "Devin did a stupid thing,
but you can't hate him for it." He looked over at his mother. "Mom's
right. You have to stand by him the same way you've stood by me. We're
family. You've always said that blood protects blood." His father dropped
his head into his hands.

"He's only sixteen," he muttered softly.

His mother got up and walked over to Kevin and hugged him. She then took
Kevin's hand and led him over to the chair and had him sit on the arm.

"Dad," he spoke softly as he looked down at his distraught father. "You`ve
always told us we don`t have anything if we can`t trust our own
blood. Devin needs us now and we can't turn our back on him. All the
yelling and screaming isn't going to make things go away. We have to find a
way to help him out of this situation. Mr. Vance is already making
threats. Are you going to be like him? You're our dad. We turn to you when
we need help. We shouldn't be afraid to come to you with our
problems. Devin's lost right now, and he's depending on you to help him
find his way out of this mess."

Mr. Williams looked into the tearful face of his son. He stood up and
clutched Kevin tightly. Mrs. Williams walked over and put her arms around
them as they continued to cry. The others silently left the living room and
went into the kitchen.

Devin was pacing around the Cameron's room. He'd walk over to the door and
listen, but he was confused because of the silence. It had been several
minutes since he last heard his father shouting.

"What do you think is going on out there?" He turned and looked worriedly
at Cameron who shrugged his shoulders. He, too, was confused. He had
expected Devin's father to come storming into the room and toss Devin
against a wall. He had even planned how he could run from the room in case
that happened.

They both tensed up when there was a knock on the door. Devin walked to the
other side of the room and huddled in fear. Cameron walked over and opened
the door, expecting Mr. Williams to come barging in. Instead, Kevin walked
in and stood in the middle of the room.

He looked at Devin and opened his arms. Cameron slipped quietly from the
room as the twins embraced each other.

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