Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2012 11:02:13 -0600
From: jkeele777@yahoo.com
Subject: Shadow & light, chapter 7

WHILE SOME OF THE EVENTS DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONALIZED, SO I
CAN RETAIN WHAT'S LEFT OF MY SANITY, MANY OF THE EVENTS HERE ACTUALLY
HAPPENED AS DESCRIBED. YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE YOU CONTINUE THAT THIS STORY
CONTAINS GRAPHIC ACCOUNTS OF CHILD ABUSE AND VIOLENCE, AS WELL AS DRUG USE
BY TEENAGERS. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED, OR IF THIS KIND OF MATERIAL IS
ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ, THEN PLEASE, STOP NOW. IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS OR
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STORY NAME IN THE SUBJECT LINE, SO YOUR MESSAGE IS NOT FILTERED INTO THE
JUNK PILE! IF YOU ARE, OR KNOW OF A CHILD IN A SIMILAR SITUATION, DO
SOMETHING ABOUT IT! CALL THE POLICE. CALL SOCIAL SERVICES. DO ANYTHING, BUT
DO SOMETHING!

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Chapter 7

Ben knew he had to find Jeremy, and he had to do it fast. His talk with Joe
had scared him. As he was driving around, he found himself in front of
Jeremy's old house. He nearly hit a parked car when he noticed that there
were lights on in the living room. When he got out of the car, he heard
someone yell out "JEREMY, WAKE UP! COME ON, MAN, DON'T GO TO SLEEP! I'M
SORRY!" He immediately called his Dad and asked him to get there ten
minutes ago. Like, right now. As he climbed the steps, the front door flew
open, and Kevin ran onto the porch, stuffing something into his backpack.

 "I called nine-one-one," Kevin yelled over his shoulder as he ran to his
car, "I can't stay. I don't want to go to jail. I'm sorry! I thought he
could handle it! I didn't mean to hurt him!" And with a squeal of rubber
and a cloud of tire smoke, he was gone.

Ben ran into the house and saw Jeremy on the living room floor, and he
immediately thought he was too late. When he got his phone open, he was
surprised that it was ringing before he even touched it. He hit speaker,
and his Dad's voice filled the room.

 "Ben, what's happening there? A call just came across the emergency
channel for an ambulance there for a heroin overdose. Where is Jeremy?"

"Dad, I think he's dead. He's not moving, and there's a needle in his
arm. One of his friends was running out of the house when I got here, and
he was crying and yelling that he was sorry. You have to help me, Daddy,
I'm scared. I don't want him to die!"

Since the fire station was only a few blocks away, the ambulance pulled up
just as Joe's car slid sideways to a stop in the front yard. He beat the
medics to the door and grabbed Ben. "Son, I need you to go sit in my car
until the police get here. I love you, and we'll try to help him, but I
don't want you to see this."

Ben walked outside and sat in the open passenger door of his fathers
unmarked police car and cried like he did when his mom was sick. He just
couldn't believe that this was happening again.

In the house, the paramedics had quickly determined that it was, indeed, a
heroin over dose, and got to work. As they opened the package with the shot
of adrenaline, Joe felt nauseous. He watched as the needle struck home,
through the breast plate and into the heart. For a sickening second, he
thought that they were too late, that he would have to watch this boy, who
he had quickly begun to think of as a third son, get a sheet pulled over
his head in this dusty house that he had spent so many years surviving.

Without warning, Jeremy yelled out and sat straight up. "WHAT THE FUCK?"
Jeremy yelled, and then dropped back onto the floor, breathing
hard. "Kevin! Where's Kevin? What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck are
all you people? What happened?" He was yelling at the paramedics, the
police, everyone in the house.

	"You need to calm down, son. You could still be pretty sick. Just
lay back down, and we'll talk to you, OK?" Joe said softly. "What's the
last thing you remember, kiddo?" he asked, his arms still wrapped around
Jeremy to keep him from moving. He was talking softly to the boy to keep
him calm, telling him how glad they were that he was alright, and how much
they wanted him to come home.

"Well, I remember Kevin saying that he had something to help me with the
pain in my ribs and my arm. I ran all the way over here this afternoon, and
I forgot my pain pills. I think I might have hurt my ribs again." He looked
at Joe and asked if he could sit up. He was getting dizzy again. "Then he
told me to trust him, and he gave me a shot of something. It made me kind
of sick, and then really warm, and then you stabbed me with that thing" he
said, pointing to the adrenaline syringe on the floor.

"What did he give you a shot of, son?" the medic asked. "Did he tell you?"

"He called it tar, I think. I was brown and it smelled like ketchup."
Jeremy told him.

"OK, kid, we gotta take you to the hospital. The cops are gonna want to
talk to you, but don't be scared of'em. Tell'em the truth, but don't be
scared of'em." With that, the burly medic picked him up, put him on the
stretcher, and rolled him out the door.



	When I woke up again, I was in a hospital bed, with yet more
strangers surrounding me, all shouting instructions. "What's going on?" I
asked. All of them stopped talking at once, and just stared at me, slack
jawed. "Am I dead or something? Why are you all staring at me like that? Do
I have a monster behind me?" I couldn't help it. I laughed at them like an
insane person. Maybe I was a little insane. Maybe I still am. Who knows? As
soon as I finished my laughing fit, I could see that no one else thought it
was even remotely funny.

	"As a matter of fact, you were," the nurse closest to me replied,
with more than a little shock still on her face. "For about the last five
minutes; this is the third time since they found you."

	The doctor next to her looked at me with a mixture of disgust and
pity. "How long have you been a junkie? How long do you think you can keep
this up before you die, smartass?"

	I was shocked into silence for a brief moment. "Hey, doc. Fuck you,
you smug bastard. You don't know a fucking thing about me. For your
information, asshole, I've still never even seen heroin. Someone I thought
was my friend was trying to help me out, because I've been taking pain
pills after being nearly beaten to death, and I lost them. I was in pain
and he thought he was helping. I'm definitely going to kick his ass if I
ever see him again, but until then why don't you shut the fuck up and get
out of this room. Send me a doctor that isn't such a holier than thou
fucking prick. And don't think for a second that this isn't going to be
reported to both your boss and your licensing board. Now GET THE FUCK OUT!"

	Of course, the cops that wanted to talk to me picked this exact
second to walk in.  "Hey, kid, calm down, would ya?" the smaller of the two
men said softly. "He's going to be OK, now, right?" he asked the doctor.

	"Well, you can talk to him now, but he isn't leaving here. We're
keeping him for at least three days under a psych hold," the arrogant
doctor sneered.

	"Really?" the cop smirked, "what basis do you have for that? You
heard the explanation of the overdose. He wasn't trying to hurt himself or
anyone else. He's obviously not a habitual user; you can tell that just by
looking at him. So you plan to lock him down here because he called you on
your bullshit? Is that what I'm hearing? Believe me dick, I mean, doc you
don't want to do something like that."

	He then looked at me and said "All we need from you, kiddo, is the
name of your supposed friend. And then, if you don't mind, I'd like to be
there when you talk to the hospital administrator. He can tell you how to
file the complaint with the medical board, but I can help you file the
complaint to him."

	As much as I didn't want to, I spilled everything out. I told them
about Kevin, and what I had seen and remembered from the house. I still
felt sick, and I was exhausted, but at least I was alive. I'm pretty sure I
was asleep before the cop even left the room. When I woke up again, it was
morning, and I was alone. When I pressed the call button, a nurse appeared
with a friendly smile on his face.

	"Good morning, bud. How are ya today?" He talked to me like we were
old friends as he walked around the room, opening the blinds and checking
the monitors and machines.

	"I need to know where my stuff is," I told him. "I need a couple of
phone numbers out of my wallet."

	After he handed me my wallet, he left the room, promising to bring
back breakfast and something to read.

	As soon as I had used the restroom and washed up, I dialed Jim
Carter's office. When his assistant answered and I explained who I was, she
put me right through.

	"Jim," I started, "How are you? I have a couple of things that I
need to talk to you about., if you have time this morning."

	"Of course, I do, kiddo. What time and where do you want to meet?"

	"Well, right now, I'm at Lewisville Memorial again. It's a long
story, but I'm OK, and I should be out of here this afternoon. Can you come
over here this morning?"

	"I think I have some time this morning. I'll come over there in
about an hour, OK? What room?"

	I gave him the room number, and asked him to bring the paperwork
from the bank and anything I needed to sell my parents' house. After our
meeting, I was officially homeless. There had already been a cash offer on
the house, so it was sold the minute I signed the paperwork, furniture and
all. Of course, Joe had said that they wanted me to come back to the
Forster house, but I wasn't sure I could do that. Not after what had
happened with Ben, and certainly not after what had happened at the other
house. Once again, I had no idea what to do or where to go. Being fourteen
was not turning out to be as easy as I thought it would be last April. Here
it was, only five months later, and my entire world was a wreck.

	As I lay there that day, wondering what to do, I heard some noise
in the hall and my door flew open so hard I thought it might actually come
off the hinges! Before I knew what was going on, Ben was in the bed next to
me, crushing me in a bear hug. I loved it, and it definitely appeared my
mind was made up about where I was going, but I couldn't breathe!

	"OH MY GOD!" Ben cried. "I'm so glad you're OK! I thought you were
dead when I saw you just lying on the floor!" After that, it took a few
minutes for him to be able to speak again. When he raised his head off my
shoulder and stared at me with those emerald eyes of his, I lost it,
too. We sat there for a few more minutes, crying quietly over what might
have happened, and almost had. When I looked up again, he was staring at
me. "I love you, you know. I was so scared, Jer. Don't do that to me again,
please? I love you."

	I was shocked. As he lowered himself back to the bed, I kissed him
softly on the neck and said "I love you too, Benny. I don't know what's
going on with me right now, and I can't promise you that I'll always do the
right thing, but I do love you, and I don't want to lose you, either."