Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2000 13:50:48 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 14

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A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends).                       Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 14 - From Independence Day to Memorial Day.
      January 2000

Our surprise for Patrick was planned to happen over the summer vacation.  I
had discovered Pat's favorite group and David made all the arrangements.
At first we planned to send Pat off, by himself, but then we decided that
he would have more fun if there were others involved.  We included
ourselves in the plans, as his closest friends.  David told his dad that he
was going to this concert with two of his other friends, who were going to
be conveniently out of town at the same time.  This way, David could use
his father's credit card to pay for everything, once again.

We didn't give Pat the details, we only told him the date and that we had
something special planned.  We told our foster parents that we were going
to camp out, just the two of us, for the weekend.  Now, we had covered all
of our bases and our little plan could go forward.

On Friday evening, David took the bus to our town, we met him at the bus
stations and we all took the bus into New York City.  We went out to
dinner, went back to the hotel and we turned in for the first evening.  Of
course, David and I shared a room and Pat had one of his own.

Saturday morning we went out for breakfast and that is when we told Patrick
about the concert we would be attending that evening.  While waiting for
the concert to start, we took in all of the normal tourist attractions and
gave Patrick a lot to remember.  David had been to the city several times
before with his father so he was actually a pretty good guide.  We grabbed
lunch from a sidewalk vendor but went out for a nice dinner before the
piece de resistance.

The concert was quite good but Pat enjoyed it much more than we did because
it was his group.  He knew the words to nearly every song and he was
overwhelmed that he was almost close enough to the stage to touch his
idols.  I've never seen Pat so happy or so animated and I was glad that I
was a part of making this happen for him.

We spent Saturday night at the hotel.  David and I were so wound up that we
had some real heavy-duty action planned for when we got back.  We started
out with a shower in which we cleaned every nook and cranny of each other's
teenage frame.  Then, we enjoyed a little anal action while under the
showerhead and leaning against the wall while our lover passionately took
us from the rear.  We each released a major load when it was our turn and
we adjourned to the bed after we had both shared our love in that fashion.

Once we were settled on the bed, we swung around to enjoy a slow, loving
sixty-nine.  How I reveled in the feel of his mighty erection filling my
throat and it was just as awesome to feel my mighty oak buried deep into
his oral cavity.  We used every bit on knowledge we possessed on oral sex
to bring each other the maximum pleasure and we acknowledged our partner's
efforts by filling him with the most generous load that we could offer.  We
finished swallowing our sweet, creamy treat before we mutually agreed to
take a short break in the action.  When we felt that we had recuperated
sufficiently from our previous efforts, I pushed David back onto the bed,
greased up his pole and recreated the love making session during which his
father had discovered us and proved to be the catalyst for all of our
sorrows.  I did everything that I could to prove my love to him and let him
know that I didn't regret what we had done that day.  I only regretted that
we had both forgotten to lock the door before we had begun our love-
making.  Slowly, David got more and more into the physical aspects of our
current union and soon his hips were bucking off of the bed and he was
ramming his rod as far into me as was possible.  I felt as his penis seemed
to grow within the confines of my warm lining and I tightened my anal
muscles to stimulate his release.  I could feel every volley of his hot
sauce as it spewed into my abdomen and soon we were both crumpled and
panting on the bed.

Many minutes later we switched positions and I took David on his magic
carpet ride although he was forced to sit on the gearshift lever.  He
didn't seem to mind that fact, though, and between our joint efforts we
were soon soaring high above the clouds.  We reached new heights during
that session, at least I did, and I saw blinding flashes of sunlight wash
over my eyes as my orgasm exploded from my erection and painted my lover's
bowels.  It may not have been a da Vinci or a Michelangelo masterpiece but
I felt that my effort could have ranked up there with the works of some of
the lesser masters.  By now we were totally exhausted and we crawled into
position, spooned together, and passed into oblivion until our wake- up
call roused us.

Sunday morning we went out to enjoy our last meal in the city before we
boarded the bus for home.  It was during our bus ride back that we sprang
the announcement of the second part of our surprise on Pat.  He was looking
out the bus window watching the world go by when I tried to get his
attention so we could fill him in on our next endeavor.

"Pat.  There is more to our little gift to you than this past weekend."  A
surprised look came over his face as he began to understand what we were
telling him.  "Listen up and we'll tell you the rest," David said as he
began to tell him.

"More?" Pat interrupted.  "You've done more than enough already.  I've
never had more fun than I've had over this past weekend."

"Well, I'm not sure if the second part can be considered fun," I
interjected, "but it may give you even more freedom and independence and
put you in a place where you are deeply loved."

Pat had a look of bewilderment on his face.  I hoped that he was prepared
for what we were about to spring on him.

"This February, Billy and I turn sixteen," David continued.  "That means
that, as far as the law is concerned, we can be on our own.  I have slowly
been draining money from my bank accounts, the one my dad set up for me and
the one that contained the money my grandfather left me when he died.  I've
also skimmed a little extra money from my dad's credit cards and I've put
all this money into another bank account with both Billy's and my name on
it.

"Billy and I are planning to move to another town and get our own place.
We are inviting you to join us.  We both love you like a brother, not only
because of what you've done for us but because of the way we get along and
the way that we enjoy each other's company.  It is up to you and we will
honor whatever decision you make."

"Before you answer," I added, "I just want to tell you, that as far as the
state is concerned, we are still living with the Kucera's.  They can still
collect the checks and let the world believe we're still there, not like we
were hardly ever were."

Patrick looked at us with love in his eyes and we knew he was totally
surprised by our announcement.  We let him take a few minutes before we
began to press up for an answer.

"I'm very honored that you even thought to include me in your plans.  I
also love you two like brothers and I couldn't think of anyone else I would
be happy to join on such a venture.  I don't like the idea of using all of
David's money to pay for everything, so I'll get a part-time job to pay for
my share of the expenses.  I want you to know that this is the first time I
have felt loved or needed since my mother and I were separated.  I hope
that god will bless both of you for your thoughtfulness and generosity."

I reached out and took Patrick's hand and David placed his on mine.  It was
our symbolic gesture that, from here on out, we were in this together.  We
would be the 'Three Musketeers' of teenage independence.  'All for one and
one for all'!  We would now become a family, not a traditional family but
one that consisted of three beings who put each other's needs and welfare
ahead of their own.  Though none of us were related by blood, we were as
close as any three siblings could possibly be and we were bound by the
hurt, the pain and the obstacles we have overcome in our lives.

By the time our sixteenth birthdays arrived, every detail had been taken
care of.  We had the security deposit and first month's rent paid for, we
had all of our things more or less packed, we had our transportation lined
up to get us there.  Most importantly, we had the determination in our
hearts to make this work for us, no matter what other obstacles we might
have to deal with.

We moved in on Presidents' Day weekend, another of our important days.
David and I had already resolved that Patrick was not going to take a job
unless we all did.  We knew it wasn't going to be easy, considering none of
us knew how to fix more than a couple of meals each, but we had our things
and a furnished apartment and we were going to give every ounce of our
strength and our courage to learn or do whatever was needed.

None of us went to school because that would mean transferring our records
and leaving a paper trail to our new home.  Instead, we decided to enroll
in a G.E.D. program as soon as we could and we would get our diplomas that
way.  This would give us the time we needed to iron out the kinks of
independent living by watching cooking shows on television and reading up
on how to budget our money.  We felt like we had thought of everything we
would need to do to survive on our own.  Oh, life is good.

Our life together went fairly smoothly.  We had our little disagreements
and sometimes we lost our temper with one of the others but that was to be
expected.  Things like that happen when living this close together in a
small apartment, on our own for the first time.  I was impressed with how
willing we all were to make sacrifices and to compromise for the good of us
all.  I grew to love these two more every day, though each in a different
way.

We made it to the start of the summer and we decided that now it was time
for each of us to get our part- time job.  It was not for the money but to
add another facet to our lives.  This was something we could do apart from
the others and it would give us a little time alone.  There really can be
too much of a good thing and our always being together proved that point.
Patrick got a job in a fast food restaurant, I took a job as a short order
cook at a small diner and David accepted a job in a department store.  We
all liked our jobs and they also gave us a chance to learn additional
skills that would help us survive on our own.

When the fall came, we got a chance to start celebrating all of the
holidays together, for the first time.  We threw a big party for David's
and my anniversary, though we (including Pat) were the only ones there.
Believe it or not, this was the fifth anniversary of our meeting that first
day back in seventh grade.

Halloween was a gas and we all went trick-or-treating together.  That
simple activity took us back to our youth, that period that it seemed like
we never got a chance to enjoy.  Next up was Thanksgiving.  Even though the
Thanksgiving dinner didn't turn out all that well, we did enjoy the day
together and we had a good laugh about what happened to the turkey (don't
ask).

Christmas was a real special time for all of us.  David bought Pat a chain,
complete with charms, like we had for the two of us.  He bought us all
charms with Patrick's zodiac sign on it, Scorpio for his November 12th
birth date, embedded with a citrine, his birthstone.  This would show the
world our closeness.  We all exchanged other gifts but none more meaningful
than the ones David had provided.

New Year's Eve was spent as a quite night, alone at home.  The three off us
played cards and board games and we watched the big New Year's Eve
celebrations on the boob tube.  New Year's Day was spent watching all of
the college football games together in the apartment and we bet against one
another (bets like the others doing our chores for awhile) on the outcome
to liven things up a bit.  It all ended up pretty even but we would have to
do some things for a short time for which we were not accustomed.

We were now fast approaching our, David's and my, seventeenth birthdays and
the one year anniversary of the 'Three Musketeers' time together on our
own.  Again, we wanted to plan something special for this combination
party.  This would take considerable thought.

In January, David came home and asked me to go with him to the teenage
chapter of a gay and lesbian group.  He said that it met at a local church
and he hoped that by attending the meetings he could find a way to get
through to his father and convince him to accept us as a couple.  I told
him that I was willing to give it a try and we attended our first meeting
that Wednesday.

The meetings were pretty interesting and we got to meet a group of other
gay/lesbian teenagers. We were able to discuss the problems of being
gay/lesbian and we learned how the others were dealing with this, as well.
We were very honest with the group and, over the course of a few meetings,
we had told them most of our story.  None of them had been through quite as
many things as we had but some of them had faced far worse problems, some
of them life threatening.

I was really glad that David talked me into this, as it was good to discuss
these things openly and be able to be affectionate with each other out in
public, sort of.  We felt a strong bond with some of our new friends and we
started to go over to some of their homes for meals.  We even included
Patrick in some of these excursions.  He wasn't always into some of the
conversations but he did seem to enjoy the company and the camaraderie.

When the day of our birthday/anniversary party came, we invited a group of
our new friends over to help us celebrate.  By this time, Patrick even had
a girlfriend.  He met her where he worked.  He asked her to join us, after
he had briefed her about all of us.  She seemed as cool and unfazed by our
friends and us as Patrick had always been.  We were really happy that he
had found someone too.

It was now the second week of May and David and I were attending our
regular Wednesday meeting.  The session ran a little late so we didn't hang
around to socialize as we both had to work the next day.  We had just left
the church and started walking toward our apartment when this guy came
charging at us.

"There's a couple of those faggots.  Get 'em."

He ran straight at David, hitting him with some type of club that he held
in his hands.  I moved over to help protect my love when I was clobbered in
the head, from behind, by a second individual.  I hadn't noticed him until
the last instant, just before he threw everything he had into his punch.  I
was trying hard to ward off my attacker while the other guy beat and kicked
David, even as he was lying bleeding on the sidewalk.  Some of our friends
witnessed the attack as they left the church and they did what they could
to assist us.  One of them went back into the church to get the others
while the rest came to our aid.  The guy that was attacking me got scared
and ran off but I'll never forget his face.

We all went after the second aggressor, as he continued to pummel David,
and he kept spewing homophobic slurs as he did it.

"I'll teach you fucking faggots a lesson that you'll never forget.  Hey,
you gay fucker, how do you like dealing with a real man?  Which one of you
fairies want it next?  You, you homo bastard, what do think of your
boyfriend now?"

He directed that last comment at me as he pointed down at David's limp body
on the pavement.  Suddenly we were surrounded by several police cars.  They
had their lights flashing and their sirens blaring and they soon had the
one guy in custody.  I told one of the cops which direction the other
assailant had fled and he and his partner drove off to look for him.  The
driver of the third car called for an ambulance for David.

I learned, later, that one of the girls had gone back into the church and
dialed 911.  That's why the police showed up in such force.  The police
took some of our friends down to the police station to fill out reports but
I insisted on staying with David and going to the hospital with him.  I
told them that we'd both give them our statements later.

I held David's limp form in my arms, cradling his head and whispered words
of encouragement into his ear.  When the ambulance arrived, they put David
on a stretcher, started taking his vital signs and hooked him up to IV's.
I rode in the front of the ambulance and went with him into the emergency
room.  They didn't want to let me stay with him but I told them he was my
boy friend and my roommate.  After some strange looks, they, hesitantly,
agreed to let me stay.

I had heard the ambulance attendants say that David's vitals were weak and
the doctors worked furiously over him. He was covered with blood and they
determined he had multiple internal injuries.  They rushed him to the
operating room and I had to wait in the O.R. waiting room.

Time dragged on slowly.  One hour.  Two hours.  Now, three hours and then,
four.  Next, the fifth hour had passed by and, now, we were heading towards
hour number six. Sometime before the sixth hour had ended, one of the
doctors came out and spoke to me.

"He's taken a vicious beating and he has a lot of injuries.  He has
numerous broken bones, a punctured lung and a ruptured spleen.  One of his
broken ribs nicked a major artery and caused a great loss of blood.
Although we won't know until later, it appears that he may, also, have
suffered some degree of brain damage."

"Will he live?"

"The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours are crucial.  We've repaired as
much of the damage as was possible.  He's been given several units of blood
and we're pumping antibiotics into his system but we'll have to wait and
see if the swelling in his brain goes down.  If it doesn't lessen in the
next twenty-four hours, we might have to call in a specialist to try to
relieve the pressure."

"Where is he now?"

"He's in recovery but he will moved to intensive care, as soon possible."

"Can I see him?"

"When they get him to the intensive care unit.  I'll leave orders with the
nurses so you can go in with him.  Should you call anyone else?"

I knew that I should call his father but I didn't know how I was going to
do it.  "Yes, I have to call his dad and our other room mate."

"Come with me and I'll take you to a phone you can use in privacy."

I dreaded this call more than anything I had ever done but I knew it was it
was something that I had to do.

"Hello, Mr. Michaels."

"Yes."

"This is Bill Maynard."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, sir, but David has been injured,
severely.  He just came out of surgery and he's in real bad shape.  The
doctors aren't sure if he going to make it.
  I think that you'd better get here as soon as you can."

"Which hospital?"

"St. Ann's in Bakersville."

"I'll be there as quickly as I can.  Thank you for calling."

That went better than I had expected but as much as I dreaded the call, I
dreaded seeing him in person far more.

I called Patrick and told him what happened and he was on his way over too.
I went back to the waiting room and stayed there until a nurse came to get
me and take me down to intensive care.  When I walked into the room, I was
horrified at the sight before me.  David's beautiful face was all bruised,
swollen and covered with bandages.  He had tubes sticking out of every part
of his body and he was connected to a whole bunch of machines.  I walked
over and sat in a chair next to his bed and I slowly stroked his hand
nearest me, weeping uncontrollably the whole time.

After twenty minutes or so, Patrick arrived and found his way in.  He came
over to comfort me by placing his hand on my back and massaging my whole
upper torso.  He suggested that I go get some rest or maybe a drink but I
couldn't leave David's side.  I sobbed out the story to him and told him
all the terrible things that the maniac was screaming.  As I finished
telling him the story, I looked up to see tears streaming down Patrick's
face.

We had another chair brought into the room and he kept me company during my
vigil.  We had been sitting there for about a half an hour when all sort of
alarms started going off.  People began racing into the room and they
ordered us out to the waiting room.  Instead, we stood in the hall,
watching the action in the room.  One of the nurses started CPR.  Another
came racing in with a crash cart.  When the doctor arrived he started
zapping David's body with the paddles that would send an electric current
into his heart to get it started again.  My lover's body leapt skyward with
every jolt and, after a lot of frantic effort, the doctor looked up, shook
his head and looked at the clock on the wall.  I knew at the moment that
David was dead.

I raced out of there with Patrick hot on my heels and I kept running until
I was standing in the main entrance doorway gasping for air.  Patrick
grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into his chest, his arms wrapped
tightly around my body.  He let me cry into his chest and he encouraged me
to release all of the pain and sorrow that I was feeling at that minute.  I
heard someone coming up the walk and looked up to see David's father.  I
spoke out to him through my tears.

"He's gone Mr. Michaels.  Oh, god, I'm so sorry.  He's gone."

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