Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2016 09:03:23 +0000 (UTC) From: KD D <kd_stories@yahoo.com> Subject: Paper walls chapter 15 Paper Walls. Chapter 15 Warning this story contains underage sex of the same sex! So if it's not legal where you are back out now! This story is completely fictional! All characters are made up with made up names! They are not supposed to represent anyone I know! Please do not copy or paste this story without my permission! Thanks and enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey dad....since the other team forfeited can I stay at Callen's tonight?" I know it's a long shot especially since my dad knows Callen and I are together. He takes his hat off and looks up at me from his desk. He lets out a sigh, "does his father know that you two are together?" "Yeah he is cool about it. He trusts Callen and told him to be responsible." I tell him. I know this doesn't exactly sit well with him, he leans back. "Ryder, you need to give me time this is a whole new situation for me. Back in Dallas you didn't have a boyfriend so this is a first." "So are you saying if I was straight it wouldn't be that big of a deal?" I ask. "NO! because I would tell you there is no way in hell you would be going over there to stay the night." My dad says. "Dad we aren't going to have sex. I am not ready for that, we aren't ready for it, we are in the getting to know each other stage still. Besides he has to keep his door open and it's directly across the hall from Garrets room." My dad runs his hand through his hair, "okay...okay but we are going to have a serious talk when you get home this weekend and lay down rules." I walk out of his office and Callen is leaning against the wall, "Well?" "He said yes especially when I told him you had to keep your door open and all." He grins, and I can't help but get butterflies in my stomach. "You left out the part about how we will have the house to ourselves?" "Duh!" I tell him. He smiles again, "Cool so I will meet you out front, and we can walk to my house." "Yeah sounds good." As I am walking back to my locker I feel someone grab my butt, and I turn around and it's Renee. "Sorry I couldn't help myself your butt looks so good in those jeans." A give a nervous laugh, "Hey Renee. How are you?" "I'd be better if you would take me out already!" she says leaning against my locker. "I thought you were going out with Shawn?" She giggles, "Well that didn't work out." She says. "Oh that sucks." I say looking at my feet. She lifts my chin with her finger, "So where are you taking me Saturday?" I start to get a little nervous. I stuff my hands in my pockets so I don't fidget, "you know I'm fifteen right?" "Well you don't look fifteen. Besides I think you're cute, and we would make a great couple." She says putting her hand on my stomach. I feel my heart beat start racing, and I have to count my breathing so I don't start a panic attack. I don't like being put on the spot, or feeling pressured during social situations. "Here's my number text me with the plans I'll be by at 6pm Saturday." She tells me and leaves. I let out a huge breath as she leaves and shiver, I start to open the combination to my locker, "Can we talk?" I mentally sigh to myself, "No." I say. "Ryder we need to talk." Shawn says. "I said we don't need to talk Shawn, we are fine." I tell him. "Please?" He asks. I finish putting my books into my locker and turn around, "I don't have time today Shawn. I have to go catch up with my boyfriend." I tell him. "Oh....so you have a boyfriend now?" "Yeah I do." I tell him. "That's good, look I just wanted to say I am sorry and it was really fucked up that I kissed you I was drunk the night before and then I don't know how I entertained the idea. Truth is I can't be like that with a guy. I don't know it just doesn't do it for me." He says. "Yeah I got that loud and clear through a text message." I tell him. "Ryder..." he says as I walk past him. "Shawn its fine!" I tell him. I walk past him without making eye contact I just don't have the patience to deal with him. I walk out of the building and meet up with Callen. "Hey you okay?" "Yeah I couldn't be better." I tell him smiling. He smiles back, and we start walking down to the parking lot. "So where is Garret going tonight?" "To my moms." He says. "Oh..I didn't know." I tell him. "It's fine I know she doesn't love me man it's no big deal." He says. I can tell how his demeanor changes and that he really does care. "You know it's her mistake right?" "Yeah I know." "I have my first official therapy session next week." I blurt out. He looks over at me, "you're going to therapy?" "That's when I realize I never really talked to him about it I just mentioned it, and I start to get nervous. "Yeah...." "Why, if you don't mind me asking?" "I have some issues..." I tell him. We don't say anything since I blurted that out, and it's making me nervous to the point I feel like I am going to throw up. We finally reach his house, once we go in Callen kicks off his shoes and I do the same I follow him to his room. He turns around and takes my hand, "Hey what's wrong?" I just shake my head. I look at my hand in his, "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything." "About what? You going to therapy?" I nod my head. "I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it, but if it's going to help you then go for it. I just never realized you were actually going to go I mean you mentioned it but never made it clear you were going. I mean you're a beast on the field and you always look so calm and collected." I laugh, "Its cause on the inside I'm trembling and over thinking that everyone hates me or I am going to screw up and do the worst thing possible. Football is my life it's what I'm great at on that field, I don't have to think, I have one job and that's to get it done right. I don't have to worry about my anxiety, or nightmares." "I didn't know it was that bad.... You told me a little but you never mentioned it again" "I contain it, but I feel like I am going to have a breakdown a lot of times. I clam up, or I just default to football talk so I don't have to talk about anything." He pulls me into a hug, "I'm sorry babe I had no idea. What about the nightmares?" "I was adopted by coach. I mean I am from his bloodline, but I was born in Russia, I told you on our first date. Well my mom was terrible, and short story is I was abandoned and left to die when I was very young in the cold, I almost starved to death and died out there." I say lifting up my shirt and showing him the scar on my hip. He runs his hand over the scar and kisses me. "I'm sorry babe." "So I am a little fucked up with things and I get overwhelmed and I need a lot of structure in my life. I need to know now Callen if that's going to be too much for you?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Shawn's POV) I turn the key and unlock the door. Thank god I go to work today I don't think I could stand being in the same house as my mom's asshole boyfriend or whatever he wants to be. I walk into the living room and as usual my mother is passed out with bottles around her. She's probably fucked up on something as well. I look in the fridge and of course there is nothing to eat. I need to go check on Dylan before I head out to work later tonight. I will probably take him out to get something to eat. It's weird normally he is out here drawing or something, guess he is in our room. I go to the room and try to open it and it's locked. I knock on the door, "Dyl..let me in dude." I hear something move and he unlocks the door, I can see his nose has been bleeding and a black eye is starting to form. I shove the door open, "what happened?" I ask moving closer to him and he backs away from me. "Dylan what happened?" I ask grabbing him by the shoulders. He's crying now, and I realize he's holding his hand. I move his left hand so I can see his right hand. Three of his fingers are bent in the wrong way and his whole hand is swollen and turning colors. "What happened!" I yell a little too loud and I end up scaring him. "I....I....I was drawing and he tripped over me and...and he got so angry he kicked me in the ribs...and he stomped on my hand and said he could have fallen and broken a bone so he had to teach me a lesson." He says in-between sobs. "What was mom doing this whole time?" He just shakes his head. "Dylan tell me!" I yell. "She was doing lines, while he was kicking me." He says. This ignites my anger. I go back into the living room and kick the couch, "Wake the fuck up!" "What." She slurs. "You let him hurt Dylan like that!" I scream. "He's fine he's just being a baby." She says putting her head back down. "Your worthless!" I yell at her. I go back to my room and Dylan is on his bed crying. "How bad does it hurt?" "Really bad. I can't move my fingers or my wrist." He says. I pace around the room, I don't know what to do I know I can't do nothing. I pick up my cell and I call my job, "Hey I am so sorry I can't come in tonight. I know it's late for me to call but my little brother broke his hand really bad. Yes sir I am sorry." I hang up with them. "I'm so sorry." Dylan says. "Nothing for you to be sorry about." I tell him. I pick up and call the person I am not sure I should even be calling. "Coach....it's my brother I really need your help. Yes sir...no I don't think it's safe here at my house, I need to get him to the hospital." I do what he said which was get Dylan and get out of the house, and go to the park where we picked him up the first time. "Let's go Dylan." "But mom." He says. "Fuck her man, she doesn't care about us! I need to make sure you are safe that's all that matters." "He told me to stay in the room or he would come back and do something worse." I don't want to but I grab him by his good arm, "I don't give a fuck about what that dick wants." I pull him enough to get him to finally move and we leave the apartment. I know he is hurting a lot more than he will say. He is cradling his hand close to his chest. I don't know how he isn't crying I know I would be. We finally reach the park, and thank god no one is at the park right now. I pull him close to me. "What's going to happen?" "I don't know bud....first let's get you to the hospital and see what they are going to do. Then let me worry about everything else ok." He leans into me and I put my arm around him as we sit on the metal bench and wait for coach to get here. I think about calling Garret to let him know what's going on but then I remember he is at his mom's and she is a psycho about him being on the phone period. It doesn't take long before coach pulls up and is out of the SUV. He moves towards us, and I feel Dylan push into me more. "What happened?" "My mom's whatever you want to call him did this to him because he tripped over Dylan's feet." I tell him. Coach crouches down to be level with Dylan, "Can I see son?" Dylan looks up at me, and I nod. He shows coach his hand which is now even worse than it was. Coach touches it and Dylan cries in pain. "It's okay son. Let's get you to the hospital." We get into coach's SUV, "thanks coach I just didn't know who else to call." "Son I am glad you called me. Where was your mother when all this happened?" I don't answer, instead I look back and check on Dylan, who is trying to hold it together in the backseat. I look down at my cell phone, I don't know what's going to come next if I tell coach anything. "Shawn answer me, where is your mother?" "She's coked out in the house." I tell him looking down. "She's what?" He asks. "She's fucked up on coke and alcohol, she's passed out on the couch." I tell him looking at him. "Is this a normal occurrence?" "Yes sir, this is just another guy that has the drugs she wants." I tell him. "What about your father where is he?" "Drug overdose." "Do you have any other family?" "Yeah my mom's sister. Why?" "Do you know how to contact her?" "Yeah, but why?" "I have to call CPS son. I'm required to as an educator, it's easier if you have relatives who are willing to take you in instead of foster care. That way you and Dylan can stay together." He tells me. "I know my Aunt but she lives in Ohio." I tell him. "Son how long has this been going on?" "Coach it's been going on for so long I don't really remember anything different....I've had to struggle to make sure Dylan was okay, I have had many nights where I didn't sleep because so many people were in and out of the house and I needed to make sure Dylan was kept away from the drugs and other guys." I tell him and at this point I am crying and I hate it. "I'm sorry coach I am just so tired." "Hey it's okay son." He says and squeezes my shoulder. We get to the hospital, and get Dylan into the ER. They take one look at his hand and they take him back right away. A nurse comes over to me with a clipboard asking all these questions, it's so overwhelming to the point I am blanking out about everything. Coach is making multiple phone calls. The next thing I know is Coach is shaking me trying to get me to wake up. "Sorry I just closed my eyes for one second." "It's okay son. Look a lady from CPS is here she wants to talk to you. My wife is here as well she can sit in with you." He says. I nod, "I would like that a lot." I follow Mrs. K, and they lead me to a little conference room. I sit down across from a blonde haired lady who looks really uptight. "Hi Shawn I am Deb from Child Protective Services." "Hi." I tell her. "So what we were told is your mother's boyfriend has done this to Dylan?" "Yeah I came home and Dylan had barricaded himself in our room, and when he finally opened up he told me that her boyfriend stomped on his hand because he tripped over Dylan." "Has this happened before?" "Someone breaking his hand no." I tell her. "No sweetie about being abused by an adult." Mrs. K says. "No it's not the first time. I have taken many hits from the guys and my mother." "Where was your mother when this was happening?" "She was snorting coke." I tell her and watch as she writes down everything I tell her. "Why haven't you called for help before?" She asks. I don't know why but this upsets me, "Because I have called for help before and you know what you have never done anything. My aunt tried to get custody of me and my brother, but CPS found nothing at the house because my mother knew! Do you think I liked living in fear of what stranger was going to be in my house? What if they hurt Dylan or tried to get into our room at night! The law has never protected us!" I yell and I am in tears at this point I feel Mrs. K wrap her arms around me. "I am sorry about this Shawn, but you don't need to worry anymore. We have contacted your aunt and she is booked on the next plane out to Texas. If she checks out we will be releasing you and Dylan into her care." "What about my mom? What about school?" I ask. "Your mom has already been arrested for possession, and child endangerment, as for school you will be living with your aunt." "What about Dylan how is he?" "As far as I know he is in surgery." She says. She talks a lot about what's to come, she said the police were trying to get my mother to give up her boyfriend. I kind of zoned out, I didn't know what to think, I was happy I could get Dylan out of that place but I wasn't expecting to have to leave for Ohio. I mean I have everything here my whole life is here. "Shawn honey come on." Mrs. K says. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking." "Let's get you back to my house. Ryder is at a friend's house you can sleep in his bed." She says. "What about Dylan? I need to be here when he is done." I tell her. "Sweetie, they haven't gotten him into surgery yet. They had to get a surgeon to come in because of the damage to his hand. Let's get you some rest as soon as Coach hears anything he will call me and I will bring you back up here I promise." "Okay." ------------------------------------------------------------------- First thank you to my editor who does a lot of the work and who deals with me on a daily basis! You are truly great! I hope everyone has enjoyed the last two chapters it's about to be a wild ride, I am sorry that it took awhile to post my semester has started again and I have been extremely sick for the past two weeks and I am starting to feel better! not what I had in mind I wanted to post on a normal schedule just life happens and it sucks. My birthday is actually Saturday! So if I do not respond to any emails I will as soon as I can again thank you all for reading!