Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2000 23:18:11 EDT
From: William Watts <bwstories44@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-2   chapter 10

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The Castaway Hotel -Book 2 - by BW  (Young-Friends).        Copyright 2000
by bwstories44
Chapter 10 - Worries and disappointments.
May 2000

It was a very long week and there was a great deal of tension in the house.
The boys all tried to let Kevin know they were there for him but they were
all leery about what they should say to him because they didn't want to
make matters worse.  Kevin continued to sleep with me each night, and Trey
stayed in with Dustin.  That was good, too, because they were able to
comfort each other and help to allay each other's fears without Kevin being
there.  All in all, it was a very trying week.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only problem we faced that week.  Tuesday
night Ricky, Graham, and Cole came to me and told me that money was missing
from their bank.  They said that they went to get the money out so they
could buy something for Kevin to take with him to the hospital and they
discovered the money missing.  The said there were only coins left in the
bank and all of the bills were missing.  I asked them if they knew when
this might have happened and they said 'no'.  The last time they had seen
the bills in the bank was a month and a half ago.  I informed them that I'd
see what I could do but I wasn't optimistic.  There had been numerous
people in and out of the house during that period and it would be hard to
pinpoint who might have taken the money.  I suggested that, in the future,
they give their money to me to put in the safe.  I also gave them $20.00 to
replace at least some of the missing money.  The boys had good intentions
and I didn't want to penalize them for someone else's action.

On Wednesday, the problem deepened.  Danny came up to me and asked if I'd
seen the gold chain that I'd bought him for one of his birthdays.  He
thought that he might have misplaced it, but after asking him several
questions about it and with knowledge of the missing money, I suspected
otherwise.  I was now concerned that I either had a thief in my household
or that someone close to us was less than honest.  I knew that something
would have to be done, I just wasn't sure yet what that was.  Later
Wednesday, things got worse.  Dustin was going around asking everyone if
they had seen the boom box that belonged to Kevin and him.  It had suddenly
come up missing in action.  This was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Now, I had to do something.  Thursday after school I called all the boys
into the living room for a discussion.

"Boys, I think that we've got a serious problem here and I feel that I need
to do something to counteract the effects of what has been happening.  I'm
not sure how long this has been going on, but things have been disappearing
from various rooms.  At first, I thought I could just lock up a few things
to keep them safe but now I'm afraid that small effort wouldn't be enough.
I hate to do this, but I called my contractor earlier today and I asked him
to install a key-entry deadbolt lock on each room.  He'll be here Monday to
do the work.  You will all have keys to your door locks so you can keep
your valuables safe.  I hope that we won't need to use these measures
forever but, for the time being, I don't see any other option.  I'm sure
that whoever took these things has either disposed of them or hidden them.
I hate to accuse any of you without proof and I don't want to include the
innocent in a random search so none will be conducted.  I've always tried
to make sure that each of you had what you needed and most of what you
wanted.  Of course, I had limits on the reasonableness of what you could
have, but I've never felt that you were being treated unjustly.  You don't
know how bad this makes me feel to have to go to these extremes, but I want
to protect those of you who are innocent from the one or ones who are not.
If the guilty party wants to own up to what he has done, I will be fair
about a suitable punishment and not expose him to the rest of the others.
If I haven't heard anything by tomorrow morning, I will let the contractor
install the locks on Monday and then I'll pass out the keys.  Any
questions?"

I think most of the boys were too shocked to respond.  After a couple of
minutes I sent them on their way and I went to sit alone in my office.
Some of the boys stopped by, one at a time, to offer their thoughts or
sympathy for what had happened, but I never got a confession.  I was sorely
disappointed by the time I went to bed.  Kevin was still sleeping with me
and he seemed to want to talk before we turned in.

"Do you think it's one of the three new boys?" he asked.

"I have no idea, Kevin, and I don't want to speculate or accuse anyone
unjustly."

"But who else could it be?  The rest of us have been together a long time
and this has never happened before.  It's got to be one of them, right?"

"Not necessarily.  It could be one of the others who had a change in their
situation or maybe just a case of good, old-fashion greed.  Maybe someone
needed something for who knows what reason and thought that was the only
way to get it.  I don't know who did this and I don't know why."

"Do you really think one of your sons would do that?  Come on, Dad.  None
of us are afraid to come to you with a problem.  If one of us needed
something, we'd just ask you.  It's got to be one of the others."

"The odds are probably greater in that direction but I don't want to accuse
any or all of them without good reason.  I don't consider the fact that I
don't know them as well the rest of you as sufficient justification.  I
will definitely keep my eyes open and take precautionary actions, but I
will not blame or accuse anyone without some kind of proof.  Enough talk
about that, though.  How are you doing?"

"Fine, I guess.  I've tried not to think about it much.  Everyone has tried
to keep me busy so I wouldn't have time to think about it.  I guess it's
worked, because I haven't thought much about it at all.  I'm still nervous
and I'm still scared but I know that I have to do it or I might lose more
than just one nut.  I'm okay, Dad, mostly because of you and my brothers.
Thanks."  He gave me a quick hug and a kiss, placed his head on my
shoulder, and we remained that way until we fell asleep.  Actually, we
remained that way until we awoke.  I woke up first, before the alarm, and I
just lay there looking at him as he rested so peacefully against me.  The
alarm went off and Kevin began to stir.  I reached out without looking and
shut off the alarm.  Kevin looked up at me and smiled.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked me.

"How did you know I was awake?"

"Because you always jump a little when the alarm goes off and you didn't do
that this time."

"Think you're smart, don't you?"  He just smiled.  "I was only awake for a
few minutes before you."

"And you were just staring at me?"

"Guilty as charged.  You looked so peaceful this morning that I couldn't
resist."

"And because you love me, right?"

"Of course you're right.  I love all my boys."

"And we love you too.  I'm glad we have you."

"And I'm glad that I have all of you.  You've brought so much to my life."

"Yeah, like medical problems, constant running around, thieves."

I interrupted him, "And the love, the good times, and the memories."  We
looked at each other, knowing that there was much more to our lives
together than just the good times and the bad.  I ruffled his hair, pushed
him out of bed, and chased him into my bathroom.  "You get showered and
I'll go down and start breakfast," I yelled behind him.

"Okay, Dad.  I'll see you downstairs."

This was Kevin's big day.  I was surprised at how well he was dealing with
this.  No one said anything to him about his upcoming operation throughout
breakfast but they all wished him well when we dropped them off early at
their schools.  They agreed to wait around outside their buildings so I
wouldn't have to leave Kevin at any point.  I had also reminded them once
more, I had told them the same thing every day this week at breakfast that
they were on their own tonight for dinner.  I would remain at the hospital
with Kevin the entire day, and one of my friends would drop Dustin off
after classes to join us.  They knew that I wouldn't be home until very
late, so the older boys were to help look out for the younger ones.

Just before we were ready to drive away, the terrible trio came back to
talk to Kevin.  "Kevin," Ricky began, "we all bought you something for
today but we didn't want to give them to you in front of the others.  We
thought they might feel guilty that they didn't get you something or that
they might get mad at us for not including them."

"We wanted to give you something that might help you through the day," Cole
added.

"So we got you these," Graham said, handing something to Kevin.  He held it
up.  It was a simple, cheap chain on which hung a rabbit's foot, a four
leaf clover in a round plastic pendant, and, as was explained to us, a
piece of the Blarney Stone, crisscrossed in a metal frame with a connecting
loop.  They had given him three of the best-known symbols for bringing luck
that man has ever known.

"We just thought it might help," Ricky said.  "We know it can't possibly
hurt."

Kevin got out of the van, hugged his three brothers, and got back into his
seat.  I saw the tears streaking down his cheek as he climbed back in and I
tried to wipe the tears from my eyes as he refastened his seat belt.
Things were very serious and quiet for a while, but that did change.  We
were nearly to the hospital when Kevin started joking around.

"Well, it won't be long before I'm your only one-balled son," he quipped.
"It's a good thing that I know that both you and Dustin will still love me
when my voice starts getting higher."

I looked at him to try and tell if there was more to this jocularity than
met the eye, but he seemed fine.  "It doesn't quite work like that," I
responded in case it wasn't a joke.  "You won't be singing soprano any time
soon and your body will still produce enough testosterone to keep you
maturing just as you are.  The only way anyone will ever notice the
difference is if they're playing around down there."

"Then I guess there won't be many people knowing about this then, will
there?"

"That's entirely up to you."  I paused and looked over at Kevin again and
he sat there smiling at me.  "I'm very proud of you, young man.  I don't
know many boys or men who could go through this as well as you are.  I'll
stay with you as long as I can today and then I'll be there for you when
they bring you back out.  I love you and everything will be fine.  I
promise."

"Thanks, Dad.  I just want to live and I know that I probably won't be able
to do that if I keep this diseased nut.  I'd rather have them take that
than lose everything else.  I guess that going through this before and
knowing that none of you will treat me any differently afterwards helps.  I
know that I'll be fine with all of you around to help me through it."

"My brave little soldier.  I'm so proud."  We pulled into a parking space
and we got out.  I walked over to him, put my arm around his shoulder and
walked with him toward the main entrance.  Soon, I felt his arm come up
around my waist and we walked into hospital.  I was allowed to go with him
while he changed into his hospital gown (it's a good thing he isn't shy
about his body with that thing to wear), and he climbed up on the
stretcher.  I was able to walk beside him as they wheeled him down to the
operating room and I kissed him on the forehead when I couldn't go any
further.  I watched as they wheeled him through the doors of the O.R. and
then I walked down to the waiting area and tried to occupy my mind with
other thoughts.  I wasn't succeeding, though I tried to get interested in
the television program that was on and, when that didn't work, I read some
of the ancient magazines that adorned the various tables.  Nothing seemed
to help me.

It was about an hour later when the doctor came in and called my name.  I
jumped up and went to meet him.  "Everything went fine," he reassured me.
"He's in recovery now and they'll take him to his room once he's alert.  I
want to keep him overnight, just a precaution, and you may take him home
tomorrow if everything goes well.  We're sending the testicle away for
testing and I'll let you know the results from that when I get them."

"Thank you, doctor.  I appreciate everything you've done for him."

"You're welcome and it was my pleasure.  I'll make sure that someone comes
out to get you when they take him to his room.  I'll be around later to see
him and to evaluate how he's doing."

I'm not sure how much longer it was before an orderly came in and called my
name.  I followed him out to where Kevin's stretcher waited for us in the
hallway.  He and the nurse guided Kevin through the corridors, into the
elevator, and up to his room.  I was able to talk to him at various points
along the way and I told him that the doctor said everything went well and
he was doing fine.  He flashed me a weak smile and I said no more.

We arrived at the room and I waited outside the door until the orderly and
nurse had him situated.  I went in and sat down in the chair beside his
bed.  He dozed in and out, so I merely held his hand and stroked his head.
I lost all track of time until Dustin walked in and then I had a rough idea
of how late it was.  We both sat with Kevin and talked to him when he was
awake and we were having a conversation about something inane when meals on
wheels rolled up outside his door.  I told the boys that I was going to run
down to the cafeteria and get Dustin and me something to eat and then I'd
bring it back so we could eat it in the room with Kevin.  As I left, I
asked one of the nurses if I could bring Kevin back a milkshake and they
said that would be fine.  I only left them alone for a brief time and
retrieved the food, but Kevin had finished his meal by the time I got back.
I handed Kevin his chocolate shake and he smiled and licked his lips.
Dustin and I began eating our food and Dustin and I had shakes as well.
Kevin finished his shake and drifted off to sleep for a while.  By the time
he came to again, we had finished our meal and were watching a little
television.  Kevin joined us and we were soon shouting out and debating
answers for one of those early evening game shows.  It must have been just
after nine when Kevin discovered a problem.

"Dad, I forgot to bring my pouch.  I meant to put it in my pocket this
morning but I forgot it.  I want it for after you guys leave."

"Why don't I run home and get it for you?  I know right where it is.
Dustin will stay with you while I go retrieve it and then we'll stay with
you until the nurses kick us out."

That mollified Kevin and I went home to retrieve his teen 'pacifier' or
maybe 'security blanket' is a better description.  If it made him feel
better once we were gone for the evening, I had no trouble getting it for
him.  As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed other cars parked there that
I did not recognize.  I walked into the house and was shocked by what I
found.  There were a number of teens, male and female, walking around my
house, drinking beer and making out.

"Party's over," I yelled out.  "I want everyone who doesn't belong out of
here."  Only a few people started to move toward the door.  "I will notify
the police in ten minutes to remove anyone who still remains."  Now, there
was a mad dash to the exits and soon everyone was gone, except for my boys.
I must admit that I made one mistake and that was that I didn't think
beforehand about people driving after they had been drinking.  I only hoped
that it would not prove to be a fatal mistake.  I imagine that I was
concentrating so much on Kevin that I failed to recognize that possibility
before I evicted all of our unwanted guests.  Now, I would have to speak
with the others.  I summoned all of the boys to the family room.

"Who's responsible for this?" I asked them.  They all looked at their feet
and there was no response until Danny spoke up.

"I guess that really isn't important, because we all went along with the
idea."

"Then you are saying that you're all responsible?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Not only am I disappointed that you would do this behind my back but to do
it while Kevin is in the hospital recovering from surgery is even worse.
You boys know that you are allowed to drink in the house if you wish,
within reason.  I am willing to give you the chance to try such things as
long as it's controlled in our own home or there is no chance of it harming
others.  It's just that I don't expect this to include others from outside
our home or to be done without my knowledge.  I don't know what to say,
except that there will be repercussions from this, but I can't deal with
that now.  I just came back to get something for Kevin and I'll do that and
take it back to him.  I will be home earlier than I expected, now that I've
learned that I can't trust you any longer."

"You can trust us, Dad," Ricky answered. "We just made a mistake.  Please,
stay with Kevin.  He needs you now and I don't want us to mess that up."

"You already have.  I've told you boys many times that I will trust you
until you prove to me that I can't.  Tonight you proved that to me.  I've
also told you repeatedly that once you lose my trust it will be very
difficult to earn it back.  I'm afraid that you will not have my trust
again until you can demonstrate to me that you once again deserve it.  I
will be back shortly.  I wouldn't leave at all if I hadn't promised Kevin
and I didn't need to pick up Dustin.  I want you all to get ready for bed
and we'll talk further about this tomorrow."

"This really sucks, man," Frankie added from the background.  "What's the
big deal anyway?"

"The big deal is that you're all underage, this took place in my home,
which makes me responsible, and, last, I don't approve of what you boys
did.  Do you need more?"

"Nah," Frankie answered me.  "This is just like every place else.  No one
wants to see teenagers have any fun."

"You're wrong.  We don't mind seeing teenagers having fun, it's just a
difference of opinion on what they need to do to have fun.  Beer blasts are
not an acceptable choice, and such things will not happen in this house.
This will also mean that there will be greater scrutiny on your whereabouts
at other times now, as well.  If you'd do this here, then I can only
imagine what you'd do elsewhere, so from now on I will demand specifics
about where you will be and who you will be with.  I might also check up on
this information to make sure it is accurate."

"Man," Frankie yelled again, "this is turning into a big jail."

"Does anyone besides Frankie think that I'm being unfair?"  There was no
response.

"Shit.  They're all scared of you."

"I've never known these boys to not speak their minds or argue with me when
they thought I was wrong.  Unless they tell me otherwise, I will assume
that you are the only one who thinks my actions are unjust."

"Come on, you wussies.  Tell him what you really think."

"He already knows," Danny answered him.  "We all know that what we did was
wrong and now we have to answer for it.  The rest of us are man enough to
take our punishment and we think you should be, too."

"You guys are hopeless."  Frankie stormed out of the room and went up to
his bedroom.  The other boys all apologized to me as they passed and then I
went up to my room to retrieve the object that led me to discover this
clandestine gathering.  Soon I was back at the hospital and in Kevin's
room.  I handed him his little pouch and then I told the two of them what I
had discovered at the house when I arrived.  They both looked at each
other.

"Dad, I don't want to be a snitch, but we knew that Frankie was trying to
talk the others into doing that.  We didn't get involved because we knew we
wouldn't be there, but we thought the others were talking him out of it."

"Well, I guess they didn't, so they're equally guilty.  In a way, I'm proud
of them for not trying to pin the whole thing on Frankie but I'm still
upset about their lack of judgment.  There are so many things that should
have raised alarm bells in their brains so this would never have happened.
First, there's your little bout with ecstasy, for one.  Allergic reactions
can be had to alcohol as well, not including the chance of alcohol
poisoning.  Second, I work for the school district and deal with children
on a daily basis.  How would it look to the other parents if they found out
that keg parties were being held at my house, given by my sons?  Then,
there's the liability question.  If anyone were injured at our place or as
a result of what they did there, they'd sue us for all the money that is
supposed to be used to raise you boys and give you a good start in life.
We would all lose big time if anything went wrong.  Last, there's the
question of legality and acceptance.  They know it's not legal and they
also knew that I wouldn't approve.  That's why they did it behind my back.
I won't be able to put this behind me without making them understand how
wrong they were and to make sure they know that there will be no repeat
performances."

Not another word was spoken about this issue and soon I said good night to
Kevin before Dustin and I went home.  Kevin told me not to worry about
having to go, that he understood why I was leaving a little early, and I
told him I would see him again in the morning.  By the time Dustin and I
got home, everyone else was in bed.  We soon joined them but sleep didn't
come quickly for me.  A multitude of things were racing around in my mind
until I finally slipped off into a dream-filled slumber.  These were
neither good dreams nor were they nightmares.  They were just disturbing
visions of different situations the boys might get into and that, alone,
made it difficult for me to get a good night's rest.  Actually, I was kind
of glad when the alarm went off the next morning, for it put an end to my
misery.

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