Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2000 15:25:33 EDT From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com> Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 10 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 10 - Judgment Day. January 2000 A guard woke me around six and gave me my breakfast, cold cereal and a slice of toast. It was more edible than last nights fare and it was something I was accustomed to. When I had finished eating, I just sat on my cot with my knees pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs. I just stared around the room and tried to absorb everything that had happened. It must have been around eight when I heard the main door being opened and I saw Mr. Shay, my mom and my grandfather as they entered the common area in front of my cage. The guard let them into my cell so I jumped up and offered them my cot to sit on. I walked over and sat of the stool beside the cot while they got comfortable. "I think we should get right to work," my lawyer began. "I've got copies of the charges and there are three counts which have been lodged against Billy. The first count is a petty larceny charge alleging that Billy stole a green 5-speed bike." Mr. Shay held up his hand to keep me from interrupting about the bike having been a loan from David. "The second count is for resisting arrest. >From the report it says Billy fought with the arresting officer to get away. The third count is a charge of sodomy. It seems Billy and another boy were caught doing an unnatural act by the other boys father. We must start to prepare our defense to these charges so we'll go over them together." "Mr. Shay," my grandfather interrupted, "I'm not sure I understand this sodomy charge they've brought against Billy. What does it mean?" "It means Billy was caught having deviate sexual intercourse with another young boy." "What do you mean by deviate sexual intercourse?" "That's anal intercourse, Mr. Ross. Billy and this other boy were having anal sex." "Billy ain't no damn homo. Tell him, Billy." My grandfather looked over at me, expecting me to confirm this to Mr. Shay. All I could do was hang my head and remain speechless. "Billy, is it true then? Did you really do this thing?" My grandfather sat there and stared at me as I continued to look at the floor and not respond to him. "You mean my grandson is damn fairy. You mean my own flesh and blood is a friggin' cock-sucker and butt-fucker. Are you going to answer me boy?" Once again I could not respond to my grandfather's question and my silence was all the answer that he needed. "Well, I'm not going to help a disgusting little fudge packer get out of trouble for doing that sick shit with another boy. Come on, Delores, we're leaving." "Dad, will you calm down? Billy needs our help." "Well, he isn't getting any help from me unless he can tell me he isn't a card carrying, fudge packing faggot like they say. Can you tell me that boy?" Again, I just sat there with my head down and my mouth closed. "See, Delores, you son is a sick little homo. He's a no good, sick, mother-fucking queer. I can't and won't help him, if that's the case. The things that he does are disgusting and he's no longer welcomed in my home and I wash my hand of him. Now, let's go." "Dad. I can't. He's my son." "You either leave with me now or you can collect your things and move out as well." Mom, stood there speechless for a few seconds. After she regained her composure, she leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll be back, honey. Don't worry," she whispered to me so no one else could hear her. "I just need to discuss things with your grandfather. It will be okay, you'll see," and then she turned around and left with gramps. I think Mr. Shay was as shocked as I was but, after a lengthy, awkward pause, he turned back to me and tried to continue to do his job. "Listen, kid, it's probably better that we talk these things over by ourselves, anyway. Don't worry. Your grandfather will calm down and then he'll be back. So will your mother. She was just put into an awkward position with her father about all of this. Try not to think about it any more and let see if we can set up our defense." I wasn't sure Mr. Shay was right about my grandfather but I did expect my mom to come back. I mean, she even said she would but, God, did I feel all alone. Mr. Shay and I talked about everything mentioned in the charges. He said he would talk to David about the bike and get that charge dropped. He also suggested that we could, hopefully, explain the sodomy charge away as some sort of adolescent male experimentation. He said the hardest charge to get rid of would be the resisting arrest charge. On that charge, it would be my word against that of a police officer so I probably wouldn't be believed. He said he would approach that charge as though I was just scared and reacting from fright. He would claim that I didn't know what I was doing and that I didn't know I was in any trouble. After Mr. Shay left, I started thinking about everything we had discussed. I was sure that David would confirm that he gave me the bike to use, so that wouldn't be a problem. Of course, by trying to run away I got myself into more trouble. Wouldn't you know that I'd end up doing something that would only make matters worse? That wasn't the worst part, though. It was the sodomy charge that had me worried the most. After the details of that little event got around town everyone would know I was gay. I'd become the target of every homophobe in the school during the day and all the gay-bashing townies the rest of the time. There would be no way that I could go back to school after word spread about me and I probably couldn't even live in this town safely. Maybe mom and I could move somewhere else and then I could go to a new school. I'd miss David, that's for sure, but I was positive that his father would never let me see him again anyway. I was hoping that the courts and David's father could keep David's name out of the information that was released to the public or to the press so he wouldn't become a target too. If not, he could always tell people I forced him into it. Maybe that would protect him but I wasn't so sure that would keep him out of harm's way. Now, all I could think about was the last seven months and all the wonderful times that David and I had shared together and how it had all abruptly ended. I'm not sure if I can go on without David in my life but there doesn't seem to be any alternatives to our being separated. Already, there was a gigantic hole in my heart from thinking about us never being together again and the pain I felt from the thoughts of losing him was immense. If I'm going to have to live with this type of pain then I don't think I want to live at all. I will give it a chance to see what happens, though. I will try to play this situation through and pray that sometime in the future I will be able to find my way back into my lover's arms. It was sometime after lunch when Mr. Shay and my mom returned. "Billy, I've spoken to Mr. Michaels and his son but they insist that the bike was not given to you. Mr. Michaels is insistent that the bicycle was stolen." "Did David tell you that?" "Well, not exactly. David wouldn't speak much in front of father and his father wouldn't let me speak to him alone. If you ask me, the kid looked scared, very scared. His father insisted that the bike had not been a gift or a loan but that you stole it that morning as you left his home. I asked David if this was true and he merely nodded his head yes, not even able to look me in the face. >From seeing how David was reacting, I'm sure what you told me is true but I think David is much too afraid of his father to defy him on this one. The judge probably won't even see David and the court will only hear Mr. Michaels version of the charge." I sat there not even worrying about the charge. All I could think about was how my poor David was being bullied by his father and that he was scared and unhappy. Oh, how my heart ached for him. How could I have helped to cause him all this pain? "Billy, we have our first meeting with the judge in a little over an hour. The police will take you to court and your mom and I will meet you there. I've got to go now and you can have some time to talk alone with your mother. I'm sure you two have a lot of things to discuss." As Mr. Shay was leaving, my mom put her arm around me and gave me a hug. "I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean to cause you all this trouble." "Hush, baby. Don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself." "Has grandpa cooled down yet?" "I'm afraid not. In fact, I think he's even angrier now than when he was here this morning. I had to sneak down here to be with you by telling him I had to give the lawyer some money. Your grandfather wouldn't even give me a ride. Mr. Shay offered to come up and pick me up and I told him that I'd find my own way home." "Mom, let's move.just you and me. We can go to a new town and I can go to a new school until things settle down. How about it, mom? Can we do that?" "Honey, I wish I could but I can barely afford to live at your grandfather's. Living there I only pay for our food and part of the utilities and I can barely swing that. Baby, we couldn't afford to live on our own." Tears started welling up in my eyes because I knew she was right. Now I knew my life had really ended, at least anything that resembled normal. "Billy. Tell me about the other boy and about, you know, you two." "Mom," I said trying to think what I was going to tell her, "I love David and he loves me." I pulled out the chain from around my neck. "He gave me this. These two charms represent us. They are our zodiac signs and we're both Aquarius. He gave me the angel and told me I was his special angel and he was my guardian angel." My mom looked at the charms, fingering them gently. "What's this one for?" I knew she meant the cannon and I tried to think of something to tell her. "He says I'm his big gun." Lame, I know, but I couldn't think of anything better and mom didn't question it further. "Mom, what's going to happen?" "I don't know, sweetheart, but we'll get through this as best we can." She put her arms around me and hugged me again. When she pulled back, she spoke again. "Honey, I've got to go back to Mr. Shay's office so I can go with him to court. I'll see you there later. Stay strong." With that, mom got up and signaled the guard she was ready to leave and, once again, I was left all alone in my cell. Awhile later the guard came in and told me to get ready because they would soon be taking me off to court. I don't remember much of anything else that happened except that somehow I made it to the courtroom and I was waiting for my turn in front of the judge. The judge looked really old and I thought to myself that he didn't look like the type who liked kids. I hoped I was wrong. Soon we were called to the front of the room and he and the two lawyers started talking about all kinds of things that I didn't understand. One thing that I did understand was when the judge said he was releasing me into my mother's custody and Mr. Shay told him that would be a problem. He explained about my grandfather and that I couldn't stay at my grandparent's house because of this problem. He also explained that my mother had nowhere else to go with me. The judge looked at me, like he felt really bad for me, and then he said that I would have to stay in jail until he made his final determination on the case. He said he would set a short date, to speed things up, and he ordered everyone to get him all their reports, post haste. I guess that my first impression was wrong and that, maybe, this judge did like kids. I was taken back to jail and was left alone again. Over the next few weeks I was visited by social workers, probation officers, psychologists and a whole bunch of other people whom I couldn't remember what their jobs were. It was now early June and we were finally going back to court. The judge was hearing another case when I was brought into the courtroom. I saw my mom and she waved at me. Mr. Shay came over and stood beside me until we were called to appear before the judge. When my case was called, we walked to a table at the front of the room and on the left side of the judge's bench. I sat down next to my lawyer and the judge began to speak. "This case has worn heavily on me and I have spent a great deal of time deliberating about what should be done. I have read all of the reports and I have spoken to many people about this situation. Although I don't believe this young man is beyond all hope, maybe just the opposite, but because of the fact that he has no stable environment for me to send him to, I have reached this decision." My heart sank with each word he spoke. The judge truly seemed to like me but I had a bad feeling about what was to come. What did he mean I didn't have a stable environment? "I order that William Maynard be sent to a juvenile detention center for the period of one year. If, at the end of that time his family can provide a stable home for him, he will be placed in their custody. If not, he will be turned over to the custody of the Division of Social Services and placed into foster care until such time that his family is willing and able to care for him or he reaches his eighteenth birthday, whichever comes first." I was shocked. Mr. Shay placed his hand on my shoulder and I could hear my mother sobbing from the seats behind us. I turned to look at her and saw that see was wiping the tears from her face with her handkerchief. I started to move in her direction but someone grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the courtroom. My God. What just happened?" The guard led me down some stairs and out of the courthouse. As I was being led away, I happened to look up and I saw David in the distance, standing beside a small tree. I could tell that he was crying and he looked so pathetic as he watched me being led away. I could read the hurt in his big, brown, puppy dog eyes and I knew that he was beating himself up inside about everything that had happened. I just wanted to run over to him, hug him and kiss him and tell him that everything would be all right. I wanted to tell him to wait for me until I returned. I wanted to scream to him that I still loved him and that I always would. I wanted to strip away the pain that I could see on his face and make him feel better. Oh, God, I loved that boy so badly that it hurt. I was taken back to the jail and I stayed there a couple of more weeks while they waited for a place to open up for me in a juvenile facility. Finally, the day came when I was going to be transferred to my new home. I was led down to a patrol car and placed in the back seat. There was no fanfare and no big crowd. It was just the two policemen and myself in the car, heading to juvenile hall. On the way out of town we passed by my old school and I looked out the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of David. There were a few kids wandering around the grounds but none of them were my lover. I was hoping that the last thing I would see as I left town would be David's face but, obviously, that wasn't to be. It was quite a long trip. We stopped once and one of the cops took me to the toilet and then he bought me a can of Coke. I thanked him and then we got back into the car. Everyone stared at me while I was with the officers and when I was in the car. I knew they were trying to figure out what horrible things I must have done to be wearing handcuffs and riding in a police car. As we pulled away from the little store, I saw several kids pointing in my direction, excitedly talking among themselves. The detention center turned out to be a couple of hours from my home. I wasn't sure how my mom would visit if my grandfather wouldn't bring her. After all, she didn't drive and she probably wouldn't have enough money to take the bus. I now began to realize that I would most likely be spending the whole year totally alone because, other than my mother, I couldn't imagine who would come to see me. We, finally, reached our destination and the facility loomed in front of me. The juvenile facility was just a large brick building that could probably have been mistaken for a newly built school. That was, it could have been if it was not surrounded by two sets of chain link fence, spaced about ten feet apart, both topped with barbed wire. Oh, god. This looked really awful and I was sure that it was only going to get worse once we entered the grounds. We pulled up to the front of the building and the officers led me in. I was turned over to the guards there and the police officers left. The guards took me into a small room and started asking me a bunch of questions and writing my answers down of some form. When this was finished, I was lead to another room and told to strip. I looked confused so the guard told me it was standard procedure, they had to search me for contraband. I did as I was told and the guard searched my body before he told me to put my underwear back on. He walked over to a table, grabbed a fluorescent orange jumpsuit and tossed it to me. He informed me that I would wear this, or one like it, for as long as I was there. I was allowed to put my sneakers back on and then he took me down a long unadorned corridor, opened the door at the end with his key and led me inside. This appeared to be some sort of game room and it was filled with about twenty other boys dressed similarly to me. There was another guard, who came over to greet us, and then the first guard turned and left leaving me with the others. "So you're the new, little, cock sucker who has been assigned here." * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. 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