Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2000 00:38:17 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 12

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A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends).                       Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 12 - A home without love.
January 2000

Mr. Shay was true to his word and he picked me up to take me to my foster
home.  It was actually in a town not far from where I lived.  On the way,
Mr. Shay told me that this couple had their own son and another foster son,
both of whom where about my age.  He said that they knew nothing about my
conviction, because my records had been sealed, and they only knew that a
special family situation had left me without a place to live.

I was beginning to think that this might not be so bad after all.  We drove
a little further when Mr. Shay pulled into a driveway beside a big, old
house.  Mr. Shay took my things out of the back of his car and he led me to
the front door.  I was a little nervous about my new situation but I knew
that this had to be better than being in juvenile hall.

An older looking woman answered the door.  She was very plain looking, a
little heavy and wearing an old summer dress.  Her hair was in a bit of
mess and she looked like she had just awakened.  She smiled at us and shook
hands with Mr. Shay.  She invited us in and led us to the living room.  She
offered us both some iced tea and we both accepted.  She left the room to
get it and I began to look around.

It was a large living room but it was sparsely furnished.  There was a sofa
and two chairs but they were all old and in rough shape.  There was a
coffee table, two end tables with lamps on them, an old wooden rocking
chair and an older television on a small entertainment center.  The drapes
on the windows were a faded floral pattern and the white sheer curtains in
between were yellowing with age.

The lady, Mrs. Kucera, came back into the room carrying two glasses and she
handed one to each of us.  She sat on the sofa, near Mr. Shay, while I sat
on one of the chairs.  She told me that her son, Steve, and her foster son,
Patrick, were at school and her husband was at work.  She said the boys
would be home in a couple of hours and she also informed me that there was
only one more week of school before exams.

Mr. Shay finished his drink and sat the empty glass on the coffee table.
He thanked Mrs. Kucera and said that he had to leave.  I followed him to
his car to thank him again and he told me that he would keep in touch.  I
waved to him as he backed out of the driveway and as he drove down the
street.  Mrs. Kucera called to me from the doorway, where she had waited
and watched Mr. Shay's departure, and she told me that she would show me to
my room.

As we headed up the wooden stairway to the second floor, she told me I
could call her Sally.  Sally led me to the room, opened the door and took
me in.  There was a double bed on one side and a single bed on the other,
with a nightstand and a lamp placed strategically in between.  She told me
that two of us would sleep on the double bed and the other one would sleep
in the single bed.  She told me that the bottom drawer of the dresser was
for my use and, if I had anything that needed to be hung, I could put them
in the closet.  So far, so good.

I went back downstairs with her and she made me a sandwich and a bowl of
soup for lunch.  After I was finished with my meal, I went into the living
room to watch television and I waited for the other two boys to arrive
home.

A couple of hours later, a boy came running through the door, slamming it
shut behind him.

"Patrick, where's Steven?" Sally asked the newcomer.

"He's coming.  I just wanted to run home to meet the new kid."

"Well, come here and I'll introduce you."

Sally brought Patrick in to greet me and we exchanged hellos.  Patrick was
a little taller than me and more broadly built.  He had this real tough
look about him but he wasn't bad looking in a rough sort of way.  He had
dirty blond hair and blue eyes and he told me that he'd be fourteen in
November.  He didn't seem too bad and we sat down to watch television
together.

Shortly, another boy came through the door and I figured that this must be
Steve.  Steve was very pudgy and he kind of reminded me of a pig.  He just
had that look about him.  He looked around, spotted Patrick and me in the
living room and he came in to join us.  He didn't bother to say hello or
introduce himself but he just looked at what was on the tube.  When he saw
what we were watching, he got mad and walked over and changed the station.

"Hey!  What are you doing?" I asked him.  "We were watching that show."

"We never watch that program," he explained, "we always watch this one.
Patrick knows that.  Just ask him."

Patrick whispered to me that it was true and he said that Steve had to be
the boss of everything.  He told me to come with him, up to the room.  I
followed him out of the living room and we went upstairs, leaving Steve
alone to watch his program.

When we were in the bedroom, Patrick sat on the smaller bed.  He patted the
space next to him on the mattress, letting me know that I should join him.

"You'll get used to him.  He thinks he the king," Patrick said referring to
Steven.  "I used to try to stand up to him but his parents backed him up.
They say that, after all, this is his home.  I guess we don't count.  I
think they only took us in to collect the monthly check.  It's better than
some other places I've been in, though.  If you don't cause any problems
around here, they don't care what you do.  I've learned to just roll with
the punches and then go and do as I please.  I'm glad that I've got some
company now.  You know, somebody I can hang with."

I thanked him for the insights about the place and about Steve and I told
him that I hoped to get to know him better.  We talked about the room and
he said that he guessed that I would have to sleep with Steve.  It was just
the type of occurrence that I just didn't particularly relish or care to
think about.  We talked some more and Patrick asked me if I wanted him to
show me around the neighborhood.  I told him that would be nice so we went
downstairs and out the front door.  Steve was still in the living room,
glued to his childish program, as we left.

We walked up and down a lot of streets and Patrick pointed out different
things of interest as we went along.  I knew that I wouldn't remember all
of them but it was a start.  We ended up on a playground that was fairly
deserted and we played around on the various apparatus as we started to get
to know each other better.  After a couple of hours, he told me we should
head back to the house.  Joe, Mr. Kucera, would be home soon and dinner
would be served.  If we weren't there for the meal, they would eat it all
and we wouldn't get anything else to eat later.

By the time we reached the house, Joe was already there.  We walked in and
the family was just heading to the dinning room to eat.  Pat led me over to
Joe and he introduced me to him.  Then he took me to the side of the table
and showed me were to sit.  Sally came in and dished the food out onto our
plates.  I noticed that Pat's and my portions were smaller than the one
that Steve got.
  Of course, he was fatter and probably needed more to fill him up but that
just reinforced my picture of him as a pig.

After dinner, Pat and I went back out on our own.  I started asking him a
whole bunch of questions about himself.  He told me that he has always
lived in that town.  His dad had left his mother and him and, when his
mother was arrested for prostitution, he got put into foster care.  He said
that this was the third family that he had lived with.  He defended his
mother being a prostitute by explaining that being a whore was the only way
she could make enough money for them to survive on.  He said that she
didn't like to have to do it but that she did what she had to do for them
to make it on their own.  In a way I'm glad that my mother didn't try to
something like that so we could stay together.  I think I would have lost
my respect for her if she had.  I'm not finding fault or knocking what
Patrick's mother had done, it's just that I wouldn't have felt comfortable
knowing that my mother was doing that sort of thing just so we could live
on our own.  It's better that she stayed with my grandparents and let me
go, if those were her choices.

I asked him about the school and about the people in the town.  He answered
all of my questions with the utmost frankness.  When I asked him if there
were any bikes we could use to go out riding, he told me that there was
just one very old ladies bike that the family kept on the back porch.  He
said that we were allowed to use it because none of them ever did.

We talked and talked until it was nearly dark and he said that we had
better head home and get to bed.  He reminded me that he had school
tomorrow even if I didn't.  With only a little over a week left to school
it was decided that it would be kind of silly to have me start now.

We got back to the house and went straight to our room.  We didn't see
Sally or Joe anywhere.  When we got to the room, Steve was already there,
in his pajamas, ready to get into bed.  Pat and I both went to the bathroom
to wash up and brush our teeth and then stripped down to our briefs for
bed.  Hesitantly, I went over to get into the bed with Steven.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing," Steven said to me.

"Your mother said that two of us would be sleeping in the double bed."

"No way!  I'm not sharing my bed with anyone.  You go sleep with Patrick."

I looked at Patrick and he shrugged his shoulders.  "You can if you want
to," he said looking at me, "but it's a pretty small bed."

I started to just lie down on the floor, figuring it would be best to just
make myself comfortable there.  I took the duffel bag that my clothes were
sent in and folded it up to use as a pillow.  Pat rolled over to the edge
of the bed and looked down at me.

"Come on, get up here.  We'll squeeze in.  I'm not going to make you sleep
on the floor.  I had to do that at my first foster home."

I looked up so I could see his face and knew that he meant what he said.  I
thanked him and crawled in beside him.  We both laid on our sides, our
backs to each other, and went to sleep.  I tried my best not to move so I
wouldn't disturb Pat after his generous offer.  By the time I woke up the
next day, Pat had already left for school.

I went downstairs and there was no one around.  I went to the kitchen,
found a box of cereal and poured myself a bowl.  I finished it, washed the
bowl and spoon and went into the living room to watch television.  It was
obvious that they didn't have cable and I could only get three channels.
There was nothing interesting on those channels so I turned off the TV and
went outside.  I was thinking about what I could do when I decided to go
get the bike and go for a ride.  I remembered a lot about my walk with Pat
plus I had asked him a whole bunch of other questions about how to get
around the area.  That was it.  I was going for a ride.  I went and dug the
old bike off of the back porch.

I pedaled and pedaled and finally found myself at the school.  I decided to
go down the street and hide along the hedgerow so I could surprise my
friend as he walked home.  I waited and waited and then I saw him coming
toward me.  I hid low and, as he started to pass, I snatched his arm and
pulled him down with me.

"What the hell?  Who's that?" he said as he struggled to keep his balance.
He turned and looked me in the eye trying to determine who was attacking
him.  It took a second for him to recognize me.

" Billy, it's you.  How did you get here?  God, how I've missed you."

"It's all right David, I'm back, at least for an hour or so."

Yes, I did the unthinkable.  I had ridden the bike to my old town to see my
lover.  I had worn a sort of a disguise that I took off before I grabbed
him.  It was only an old baseball cap pulled low on my head but it made it
hard for people to see whom I was.  We walked back further along the hedge
and away from the road so we wouldn't be noticed.  No sooner than we faded
into the shrubbery than David started to kiss and hug me.  I couldn't
resist and I kissed and hugged him back.  When we finally stopped, I
explained to him where I was and why I was there.  I slipped him a piece of
paper with the address and the phone number of my foster home on it, I had
written the information down before I left on this trip, and I told him
that I didn't know how often I might be able to sneak away to see him I
told him that he couldn't call me often because I didn't know the family
that well yet and I wasn't sure how they'd react if they found out about us
and why I had to come live with them.

We talked and talked for a long time, trying to fill in the gaps since the
last time we had been together.  He suddenly remembered that he should be
getting home because his father was just beginning to give him a little
freedom again and he didn't want to lose it.  He said that if he weren't
home by dinnertime, then the old guy whom his dad had hired would come
looking for him and report the episode to his father.  I didn't want him to
get into any more trouble than I already caused him so I sent him on his
way.  We hugged and kissed again before he left and we told each other
repeatedly that we loved each other and that we would find a way to get
back together.  I told him I forgave him for doing what he did but that
there was nothing to really forgive him for.  I explained that I understood
why he had done what he did and that, if I had been in his shoes at that
time, I would probably have done the same thing.  He thanked me for my
understanding and told me that it only made him love me more, even though
that probably wasn't humanly possible.

As he started down the street, we repeatedly waved at each other then I
pulled the baseball cap down over my eyes, got on the bike and pedaled back
to the foster home.  The ride back seemed a lot easier then the ride there,
it was probably because I was floating after having seen, touched, and
kissed the other half of my soul again.  For a brief moment, I had felt
whole again for the first time in many, many months.  By the time I reached
the foster home, everyone else was in bed, as far as I could tell, so I
washed up, brushed my teeth and squeezed into bed next to Pat.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, Patrick rolled over and whispered in
my ear.

"Where have you been?'

"I went to see an old friend.  Did anybody miss me?"

"No.  Nobody said a word.  Next time you go let me know and I'll go with
you."

"Yeah, maybe after school is out.  For now you're still tied up."

"Yeah, okay but don't forget."

Pat rolled back over and went to sleep.  All I could think was, that if Pat
went with me, then David and I couldn't have been intimate with each other.
Then I realized that Patrick had been good to me, in fact he seemed to be
the only one here that cared about me, so I decided that I would take him.
It would have to be enough just seeing and being with David.  Yeah, I could
live with that.  I'd tell David about my decision the first time he called.

After school ended, Patrick and I went to visit David several times over
the summer.  I filled Pat in on how David and I had been best friends but
his father didn't want him to see me any more.  I didn't tell him that I
was gay or the reason why David's father didn't want us to see each other.
David and Pat seemed to like each other but David and I both suffered a
little, not being able to show each other any affection.  We always managed
to slip letters between ourselves on each visit and we used those to
express our love.

As the end of the summer approached, I told David that we would have to
devise a way that we could be together on our special days.  He said he
would make that his first priority and he promised me that he would find
some way for us to be together.  We made these plans while Pat was
investigating the various places we met.  We always picked different spots
to meet and I always tried to disguise my appearance so no one would
recognize me.

My visits with David felt cheap and dirty, having to hide and do everything
in deceit, but I had to be with him whenever I could, no matter how dirty
or how cheap it felt.  My biggest concern was protecting David and keeping
his father from finding out about our rendezvous.

I was getting in pretty good shape, pedaling all that way with Pat on the
handlebars.  I mean, we took turns pedaling and riding but, because it was
an old single speed bike and with the weight of the other person, it added
resistance like a good piece of exercise equipment.  That made the trip a
real good workout and, as a result, it firmed up a lot of our different
muscle groups.
  Pat was benefiting from it, as well as me, while good old Steven just
kept getting fatter and fatter all the time.

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