Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2004 19:46:37 +0100 (BST)
From: Tommy Vercetti <illstralia@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Brad & Ty- Ch.3 Busted! (Young Friends)

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Hey guys im am so sorry io kept you waiting so long, but i've been really,
really busy, and only just managed to finish the story off, i hope you
enjoy it. It may be a tear jerker... it was for me.

Usual disclaimers apply, this story contains consensual sex between minors
of the male gender so, if this is illegal in your state or country or you
are uncomfortable with viewing this material, please leave, otherwise, i
hope you enjoy the story. I am the author of such stories as Luke & Tom,
Intimate Friendships, Twins & The Babysitter, Kenno & Trey, etc, but this
story is taken in a more of a love story like Kenno & Trey, unlike Twins,
which is basically just a jack story i wrote for you all!

Please email me at illstralia@yahoo.co.uk, and add me to messenger if you
like, but im not very active on messenger.

The following story contains information which is based on my life in the
past and future, a lot of it is true, unfortunately, but some is fictious
for entertainment purposes, such as the sex scenes, unless other wise
noted. Names have been changed

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Ch.3 Busted!

I guess as always, times go bad for teenagers when they are going through
puberty... hormones... the moodswings, the need to do your own thing,
ignore your parents, or just plain old yell at them, and especially the
slamming doors part! The wierd thing is... I only remember 1 time where i
went fully off at my Mum, and my Dad was probably the greatest Dad on this
earth and I always felt love around him. My Mum has been a slosh faced,
manipulating drunk for as long as i can remember. And after the stories
i've heard, thats been about 25 years. She's nearly 40, my Dad having
turned 50 a few months back, I remember one instance when Mum, my brother
Daniel, Ty, and I were in the kitchen, and I was arguing with Daniel about
the CD's he bought earlier in the day, Delta Goodrem, Black Eyed Peas &
Good Charlotte. Being friends with Ty, at least liking a little hip hop was
a neccesity, and since i've known him, along with wrestling, ive become
nearly as obsessed with hip hop as he is. The music we like are along the
lines of Capone n' Noreaga, KRS ONE, E40, etc. Artists like Black Eyed Peas
are what destroys the Hip Hop Kulture (An Official culture, recognised by
the United Nations), and so I disrespectfully tried to force my beliefs
onto my brother by plain old giving him shit like any younger brother
can. Well, I guess you can tell Mum wasnt liking what she was hearing, and
being the one who would yell at newborn puppy if it did a piss on the
carpet, she just went off at me. Going through puberty, amazingly this is
the one time i remember yelling at my Mum, telling her "I'll say what i
fucking want!" and "That music is shit! Im aloud to speak my fucking
opinion!" and unfortunately, because i so frequently used this 'saying'
around my friends when i was pissed off, as i was leaving, "Suck My
Balls!". And as i slammed my door, i could hear the laughter erupting
inside.

Needless to say, i was embarressed for the comment, and making a fool out
of myself, i ran down into my Dads shed, into the section where he keeps
the bush beater (A car for driving around in the bush, just for fun!), and
sat on the bonnet, crying my eyes out. Not long after, i heard Ty's voice
call out my name, as he must have walked past the shed. About 5 minutes
later, i heard someone come into the shed. Afraid that i was Mum, i quickly
wiped my eyes, and crouched down on the other side of the car, away from
where i could be seen.

"Brad, are you here buddy?" I heard Ty's voice say.

"Im here." I stood up and looked at Ty, another tear rolling down my
face. "Oh man, come here, it's okay, don't worry, i talked with your Mum
and sorted it out okay?", him comforting me was some thing special and it's
like i almost instantly calmed down being in his arms.

He continued to hug me and reassure me for a while, when i looked up, into
his eyes, i saw he was also crying. He was crying because seeing him cry
must of hurt him so much. That was true love and i could see it. Looking
into his eyes, he leaned down, my arms around his neck, and kissed me
square on the lips, nothing passionate, just a gentle kiss to let me know
he cared and he was there to help me with whatever i needed. He didnt need
to tell me he loved me, i felt it in my heart the connection that was
between us and I wish he never had to go home.

"Ehem," I heard someone clearing their throat behind us. We quickly broke
the embrace, looking to see who had busted us, caught us in the act, so to
say.

"MUM!" Startled, was the least you could say, maybe, scared, worried,
upset, damn, this is NOT GOOD! THWAP! There goes Ty on the ground holding
his face after being slapped by my Mum. She kicked him in the guts,
screaming at him, as he lay crying, taking the abuse, not getting up to
stop it. Ty was a big guy and could over power my Mum in an instant, but he
just lay there taking the abuse. I didnt understand what was going on.



It's been a month since Mum caught me and Ty kissing in the
shed. Singularly the most miserable day of my life. About 2 weeks after we
were caught, Mum put a restraining order on Ty, she made me see a shrink
once a week, and we moved on the other side of town, way too far away from
Ty. She also put a block on our phone so if Ty called, it got sent to the
police station, and he would get in trouble for trying to contact us, with
a restraining order. I don't really remeber too much of what happened
immediately after we got caught, though, all i remember is the yelling and
screaming, and then when Mum told Dad, me being pushed into a corner of my
bedroom, being pummelled over and over. More than 50 whips of his belt. A
broken jaw, which they made me tell the docter it was from playing sports,
and crying for days on end.

This particular day, I was missing Ty more than I could deal with. I was
home alone, Daniel was at his girlfriends house, Mum was probably at the
pub getting sloshed, and Dad was working his dead-end job at the shopping
mall as a security guard. I had been crying for so long, that the tears
just stopped, as if i'd run out of them, but i was still sobbing as
loudly. I walked into the kitchen, just aimlessly moving my legs. I reached
over the counter, laying my body flat against it, cupping my head in my
hands, crying into the counter.

As i slid my hands back to my side to stand up, my hand brushed against
something, sliding it back with me. I looked over and saw the bread knife,
somebody had used earlier to cut some bread. I took it into my hands,
staring at it, thinking, but not really thinking. 'Should I Do It?', 'Maybe
I Will Be Able To Look Down On Ty From Wherever I Go'.



The room started to spin, thoughts were running through my head,
should i?
i shouldnt!
why?
coz its wrong!
but nobody loves me anymore.
no, i can't, your family will miss you!
I have to... its the only thing left...



Brad's Dad got home before anyone else, entering through the back door, not
looking over at the kitchen, he continued towards his and his wifes
bedroom. Changing out of his uniform, towel wrapped around his waist, he
walked towards the bathroom, having to go through the kitchen to get to
it. Red was all he can remember seeing. Brad had put that bread knife into
his heart. I guess symbolising losing Ty as breaking his heart. Brad's Dad
was confused, no suicide note Did he break down? Cry? Call an ambulanc?
Even try to revive his son? No. He just looked at him. staring at his dead
son's tear streaked face, and his lifeless blood-stained body.

He walked back to his room, grabbed a shirt, underwear, his pants, and
quickly threw his shoes on. He was angry. He knew why this had happened,
and he wasnt going to stand by and let the cause of this go without
pain. He grabbed his keys and headed out to his car. Leaving black tire
marks in the driveway, he headed back to the other side of town, hell bent
on revenge for the the arsehole who turned his son into a faggot, and
ultimately... in his mind... killed him!

Ty never did see Brad's Dad that day. He found out about Brad's death, and
completely broke down. It was all over the news. The story was that Brad's
Dad found out about him being gay, tried to deal with it, and eventually
broke out into a rage, killing his son, then, not being able to live with
the guilt, drove his car into a gas station, killing himself, the clerk,
and a mother and her 3 month old baby. Blowing the shit out of the whole
block.



Ten years have passed since then. I don't know how i did it. But, i managed
excape from Fort Longsworth Sanitarium.

I bought a gun on the street. A reasonably easy thing to do these days. Not
much can be said after this. But this day was one that marked one of the
worst days that town has ever had. The Fort Longsworth Massacre is what the
pressed dubbed it. An excaped mental patient on the loose with a .45. 57
dead. 4 of those police officers. The bloody corpse of Tyrese Jefferson on
his back, in the middle of a grass round about in the centre of town.

"Im coming baby, im com..."

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That's it for this story. I am currently working on another story, so look
out for it within the next couple of months, as i want to write a few
chapters before posting it up so I dont keep you guys waiting again.

Please remember, if you ever think about suicide, or killing somebody else,
I plead with you. Talk to someone. It really helps. Suicide is an
unnecessary risk in depression. Please live a full life.

If you like this story, please email me with any comments you may have, and
if you didn't like it, i will take constructive critism and use it to
enhance my work, but i will ignore any and all flames, thank you for
reading!


Hugs,
Tommy
email: illstralia@yahoo.co.uk