Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 17:36:00 -0700 From: juilian james <juniorj009@gmail.com> Subject: what makes a family chapter 11/gay relationships/gay interracial WHAT MAKES A FAMILY BY: Julien This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed at juniorj009@gmail.com and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY! This will be a short mini series of sort. Comments are always appreciated. Thanks. J. All this and my other stories can be found on my new site: https://sites.google.com/site/jjsstorycafe/ I accidently deleted a few emails sent to me so if you commented on the story and did not receive a response, please resend your email. I love hearing what you guys and gals think. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- David It was as if for a minute, time had slowed down. I heard the lock click, the door swing open and Tim step in. And the minute his eyes adjusted to the scene before him, the color rose in his cheeks. The door stood ajar, forgotten for the moment as James looked at Tim, an indescribably look etched unto his face, my dad looked down at the floor and I...well I just stood there taking in the whole scene thinking Ôwhat the fuck!?!' None of us made an effort to move and before long, the silence in the room had become deafening. Finally, James spoke up, "Hi, I'm James...nice digs you got here." His words were neither overly friendly nor malicious but there was no mistaking the humorless tone in his words. He didn't even make a move to walk over to Tim and shake his hand. Tim cleared his throat and ran a visibly shaken hand through his hair, darting furtive looks between my dad and James. "Hi...I'm Tim...Neil's uh....friend. Thanks." And for a minute I thought that Tim would pass out, his face becoming more flushed if that was even possible. Finally, he turned to close the door and stepped forward, stopping in front of James, before extending his hand. "It's uh...nice to finally meet you. Neil has mentioned you." James took Tims' hand and shook it before casting a quick glance towards my dad. "Well I can't say I've heard much about you Tim. How do you guys know each other?" And I could tell from the gleam in James' eye that he was not letting this go. Call it the attack of the green-eyed monster or whatever else you like, but the gloves had come off. Tim cleared his throat before speaking again, "Matt and I know each other from the hospital. I met Neil through Matt." And as if an after thought and an intentional jab, he added, "we're really good friends." And looking at James' face, it looked as if he wanted to hit something, namely Tim. I didn't want things to escalate and apparently, neither did my dad, as he finally decided to speak up, walking in between Tim and James and putting the palm of his hand against Tims' chest. "Tim, we're almost done in here, give us a few minutes." "Neil..." Tim started and stopped as my dad cut into his words. "Please, 5 minutes." And it seemed that was all the convincing he needed. He walked past us and into a back room, slamming the door behind him. And if either of us had thoughts that having Tim out of the picture would release the strain, those ideas quickly disappeared as James starting to speak, not bothering to censor his words. "So, that's him." My dad looked at him and shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. "What?...James, I'm not gonna get into this with you, especially not in front of David. Tim is my friend." And it was as if that simple declaration had James coming apart at the seams. I had never seen him so unnerved before. "Your friend huh.....He must be a damn good friend if you're letting him tongue you down like that." I didn't expect to hear that and apparently, neither did my dad, judging by his reaction. He stood tall in front of James and jabbed his finger into James' chest, hard, "You're a son of a bitch, you know that! You have some fucking nerve! First you dump me, move out, break up our family and now...now you expect me to be stagnant, to not move on. You're such an asshole James...you always were!." I stood back, taking in the scene before me, not knowing what to say. And it was as if the past 12 hours hadn't happened. For all the happiness that I had experienced that day, seemed to just evaporate into thin air. And I found myself just reaching a breaking point. I had had it. "Listen to the both of you! Just fucking stop it! It's supposed to be my fucking day and you're both ruining it with your bullshit!" And it was obvious by their facial expressions that my words were hitting home. My dad tried to speak but I cut him off, "You both need to get your shit together, you really do. In a years time I'm gonna be going away to college and I don't know what you're gonna do without me here to keep y'all civil. Can't you both just start acting like fucking adults for a change!" And with that, I pushed past both of them, opened the door and ran out. I heard my dad call out behind me and James mumble something inaudible, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. I needed to get as far as away from them and this situation as I could. Neil At that moment, I fucking hated him. Watching my sons' happiness vanish from his face made the anger build up in me to a feverish pitch. And right at that moment, I wanted to take it out on him, and I did. It was as if I had closed off all rational thought and was watching my actions from the outside. I saw my hand extend back and swing around, connecting with his jaw, essentially bringing him to the ground. Blood started flowing steadily from his mouth and he made no attempt to get up. "I fucking hate you! I fucking hate you, you son of a bitch! You ruined our lives and for what? I fucking wish I never met you!" And it was as if all the anger and the rage that had been building up had finally come pouring out. I must have called him every dirty name in the book and then some. The funny thing was though, that despite all that I was saying, he never made an attempt to respond, nor did he try to get up....and that pissed me off even more. "What, you have nothing to say? You fucking ruin David's birthday and you have the nerve to just sit there and..." "Fuck you Neil!" His voice was abrupt, essentially cutting off my words. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt and stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. "You want me to stay away from you, you got it! Fuck this shit about trying to be civil. As far as I'm concerned, you're fucking dead to me! So now you and your fucking man can have your happiness, without me in the way to fuck it up!" His chest was heaving as he spoke and I had to admit to myself that for a moment, I was scared. Scared that he would either grab or hit me. But he did neither, and in that moment, I realized that he didn't need to. His words had done far worst damage. And they made me feel like shit. But there was no way in hell I was gonna share that with him. In a way, James was giving me an easy way out, a way to finally cut the strings of our relationship. And with David leaving for college in a year, there would be no reason for us to be in each others lives. And even though the thought of never seeing him again made me sad, I knew it was for the best. "I'm outta here!" And with that, he walked out the door, slamming it behind him. His words were cold and left me feeling strangely empty inside. But I wouldn't allow him the satisfaction of taking up space in my mind. Hearing footsteps, I turned away from the door and looked into the face of the man who had become my reprieve from this fucked up situation. He walked up to me, holding out his hands to grasp my own before pulling me into his chest. "So that's the infamous ex, huh." He stated matter of factly. "Yeah, that's him...what an asshole." Tim chuckled and gripped me tighter. "I can make you forget, you know" And I could feel his hands work their way down unto my ass before gripping both cheeks and squeezing them tightly. "Yeah, well make me forget." And that was all the encouragement he needed. Before long, we were fucking like animals against his kitchen island, all memories of James and our argument lay forgotten, for the moment. James When I left, I just found myself walking around, going no where in particular. I had tried to phone David but in all his stubbornness, he refused to answer his phone, and by my tenth attempt, it was apparent that he had shut the phone off altogether. And with him not there to serve as my distraction, my mind begun to recall the altercation with Neil. I never planned to come out of my face like that but it was as if I couldn't help it. Just seeing his... Ôfriend' there was enough to get my fucking blood boiling. I mean it was one thing to imagine him being with someone else but to actually see him and another man, embraced, hugged up, doing shit that we used to do, well it was just too fucking much for me to deal with. And for him to actually have David's party in this guys' house, shit...he had balls! And I would be lying if I said that I didn't wanted to fucking cream his Ôfriend' the minute he stepped through the door. Good for him then that David was standing there because if not, shit would have no doubt hit the fan and one of us would have been leaving there on a stretcher. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not usually a violent person. You don't work with kids for as long as I have without learning to keep your personal disdain for certain situations in check. No, I wasn't a violent person but jealousy, my jealousy was not something that I had yet mastered. And as I said, it was one thing to imagine something but a totally different thing to see things for yourself. But you know what, all that shit was over. I had cut Neil off and put that last nail in our relationship and I wasn't one to back down from my own words. The ringing of my cell phone brought me out of my train of thought, halting all thoughts of the nights' events. "Hello" The voice on the other end was not familiar to me, "Hello, is this Mr James Wilson?" "Yeah, who is this?" There was a brief pause before the speaker identified himself, "This is Seargent McDowell calling from the 39th precinct. Do you know a David Stewart?" My heart raced and it was as if the pounding sound it made would rupture my eardrums at any minute. "Yes, he's my son, is he ok?" Again, there was that pause, leaving me to conjure up all sort of scenarios about David in my head. "I'm not sure ok would be the right word Mr Wilson. I'm sorry to have to inform you that your son has been involved in an incident." Don't you just love cliffhangers folks! I will be on vacation for a week and a half so hopefully I'll have the next chapter posted sometime in May or if I'm adventurous, maybe by the end of April! Comments for this and other stories are encouraged and appreciated and I do reply to all emails. My email address is juniorj009@gmail.com. All my stories can be found on my website: https://sites.google.com/site/jjsstorycafe/ Thanks for reading. Other stories of mine include: BEGINNINGS December 3rd 2002 YO B Dec 27 2002 heart-and-soul/ INTERACIAL Nov 5 2004 story-of-us/ Jan 2 2003 to-sir-with-love/ Dec 27 2002 heart-and-soul/ MILITARY Dec 21 2002 the-recruiter/ RELATIONSHIPS Nov 5 2004 story-of-us/ Jun 6 2005 redemption/ BI RELATIONSHIPS Dec 20 2002 graduation-day/