Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2002 10:16:21 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 5 chapter 10
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The Castaway Hotel-Book 5-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2002 by billwstories
Chapter 10 - Love and hatred. March 2002
The day after Valentine's Day, Danny and Brandon came to talk to me, to
explain about the ring and their commitment to each other. I was thrilled
for both of him, especially since I knew how much they truly cared for each
other, and I gave them my best wishes and my blessings. That's when they
decided to tell me there was more to this commitment than met the eye.
"Dad," Danny told me, "we've also made some other promises to each other
too, things that are going to affect you, and everyone else."
"Really?" I responded, due to his pausing at that point. "That would have
to be a major decision of sorts, to affect all of us?"
"Well, it is. We, I mean Brandon and me, have decided that after we get
through with our studies, we're going to come back here and help you take
care of all the boys. We will give everyone free medical and dental
treatment, help support the family, and we'll do the things to take care of
the house, so you won't have to anymore."
"Hey, I'm not dead or decrepit yet. You're almost making it sound like I'm
80 or 90 and can't look after the boys or myself. I know I had a heart
attack, but I'm not that bad off." I added a little chuckle after I said
this, so they would know I wasn't upset or anything.
"We know that, but we want to make sure that you can continue to help as
many boys as possible, like you've helped all of us."
"Yeah, Pop," Brandon added, "without you who knows what would have happened
to all of us, even me. Letting me stay here with you after my parents
moved away, has allowed Danny and me to stay close. We might not still be
together, if it weren't for you. We just want others to have those same
kinds of opportunities, so they can be who they are and not what others
want or expect them to be."
"Well, I appreciate that, boys, and I'm sure your brothers will too, but is
that what you really want? I mean, it won't give you very much privacy if
you stay here."
"That's okay, we'll still be surrounded with love. We know we won't be
able to have any kids of our own, so this will allow us to be like parents
too, to the boys that are added later. We can help you raise them and be
more than just big brothers. We both think this is the best thing for all
of us."
"Hey, if you're both sure. It's not like I wouldn't appreciate your help
and enjoy having you here." I paused a little, looking directly into both
boys' faces, trying to assess if theyy knew what they were getting into.
Once I was sure that they did, I continued. "You know, this does something
for me too, besides just getting rid of some of the work. It will also
give me some peace of mind."
"You mean because someone will always be here with the boys?" Danny asked.
"Not only that, because Jake had assured me that he would take care of all
of you, if something happened to me. What you boys are doing will do
something even more for me, it will assure a sort of legacy for me."
"Legacy? What do you mean by that?" Brandon wondered.
"Well, I think many people get to the point when they get older, where they
wonder if their life really meant anything. What I mean to say is, they
begin to wonder if their having been alive has left any lasting impression
or been a benefit to anyone but themselves, and I'm not talking about for
just a few years after they're gone. We begin to wonder if somewhere down
the road, say seventy or even one hundred years from now, if the things we
have done will have any lasting impact or be remembered by future
generations. Well, I guess I won't have that problem now. If you two are
certain that you want to help others like I did, by staying here and taking
more boys in and making life better for them, then I've got my legacy. You
see, I know now that the things that I've started won't stop with my death.
If you two continue this after I'm gone, then maybe someone else will
continue it after you two are no longer around either. That gives me hope
that one day people will recall everyone who had been a part of this
endeavor, giving meaning to all our lives."
"Wow, I never thought of it like that," Danny told me.
"No, and we never considered any of that when we decided to move back and
help, after we got out of college," Brandon added.
"Yeah, we only wanted to do it to help you and help other boys," Danny
continued. "We don't care if anyone remembers us later."
"Well, I didn't do it to be remembered either," I responded, "but knowing
that this won't die with me gives a sense of pride and some peace of mind.
Now I won't have to worry about the rest of you, if I should not be here
tomorrow."
"Don't talk like that, Dad," Danny scolded. "You're going to be with us a
long, long time, and we're going to help out, to make sure that happens."
"Yeah, Pop, maybe we're the ones being selfish here. We just don't want to
lose you and." he hesitated, trying to decide what he wanted to say. When
he knew what he meant, he continued. "And maybe we both want others to
think of us, like they think of you."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I just reached out and drew
Brandon toward me and gave him a big hug, and then we pulled Danny into the
act too. After we all embraced and let each other know how much we cared,
Brandon whispered something in my ear before he moved away.
"I'm going to get Danny a ring for his birthday, but it's a surprise, so
don't say anything."
"Hey, what are you telling Dad?" Danny wanted to know.
"Oh, nothing. I just thanked him and told him I loved him." Danny wasn't
sure if he believed him or not, especially after Brandon winked at me and
Danny saw that too, but he let it drop, knowing he could trust him, at
least on important matters.
Although the Olympics had started before Valentine's Day, we were more
focused on that special day and didn't really get involved in the games.
Now that we had celebrated the day for lovers and put it behind us, we
focused on watching the many competitions. We had a great deal of fun
viewing the various sports, and there was a lot of excitement throughout
the final ten days of the winter games. It was also nice to be able to do
this as a family and share all that excitement. We also enjoyed watching
the various countries interact throughout, and we took note of their
ability to compete against each other on one level, yet still remain
friendly, regardless of the outcome. For example, after the controversy in
the skating competition, it was reassuring to watch the Russian and
Canadian dance pairs maintain a close relationship and interact so nicely,
especially during the final skating event. It helped to reaffirm that they
were more concerned about the love of their sport, than about the politics
of the Olympics, which can also be part of the competition.
For some of the boys it was their first opportunity to watch events such as
the luge, skeleton, and curling, but they also got to see other seldom
watched competitions, such as snowboarding, ski jumping, and cross country
skiing. We all enjoyed the nightly spectacles, as we were glued to the TV
each evening from start to finish of the coverage. The younger boys were
even willing to take a short nap after school, so they could stay up to
watch all the televised activities. That was fine with me, and we enjoyed
them together and cheered as a family unit.
The end of the games was also the start of something else for our family,
as Trey and Nick announced that they had both decided to come out to their
friends. They explained that this had not been an easy decision for them,
as they knew it would probably cast aspersions on the rest of the family,
once their sexual preference was out in the open. Similar things had
happened in the past, when it was just assumed that different members of
the family were gay, including Shannon, and some sort of repercussions
usually followed these supposed revelations. The boys were acutely attuned
to this fact and didn't want to make matters worse for anyone else, but
they felt they had to be true to themselves and let the chips fall where
they may.
Trey had asked Dion to come out at the same time, and announce he was bi,
but Dion wasn't ready to make that move, at least not just yet. Even
though the shadow might also fall across him, he felt he had enough success
with female companions that any rumors to that effect wouldn't last for
long. He assured Trey that it would not change things between them, but he
just wasn't ready to make such an announcement right now. Maybe sometime,
but this wasn't it.
The boys started disseminating this information slowly, first telling only
those friends they felt might be most open to accepting them for who they
were. Ironically, most of these friends were female, and those girls
didn't seem to have much of a reaction about the boys' announcements, other
than to indicate they were wondering how long it would take them to finally
admit it to them. They explained that they had suspected for some time
about the boys, but gave them the benefit of the doubt and waited for them
to open up on their own. Now they felt satisfied that it had finally
happened.
The general response from the male friends who had been told about this was
'whatever floats your boat', or 'hey, you've never tried anything with me,
so whatever makes you happy'. The boys were thrilled that it was going so
well to start, but they knew that it wouldn't last forever. They knew that
somewhere down the line waited a bigot or other narrow-minded person, who
wouldn't accept anyone who was different from himself. Now they just had
to wait and see what would happen next.
It was early in March when Trey came to me asking my opinion about another
matter. He had two classes that were each requiring a major project from
each student before the end of the semester. He explained that he had an
idea about how he could combine the two projects into one, satisfying both
course requirements. He told me what he had in mind, and I advised him on
a few minor points, before I told him that he would now have to run this by
both of his teachers, to see if they would agree to accept that idea as
well. I think he was hoping that I would intercede on his behalf with his
teachers, but I explained to him they were his courses, it was his idea,
and they were his teachers, not mine. Therefore he would have to convince
them on his own, and not rely on someone else to do it for him. He wasn't
fully convinced he'd be able to do that, but he asked to meet with them
anyway. After speaking with both of them individually, they each agreed to
allow him to do one project, to meet the requirements for both classes.
They also told him they would need to monitor the progress along the way,
making sure he was staying true to their particular requirements. He
agreed to this, and now he could begin.
The two courses were English and history, and what Trey had proposed was
this. He wanted to write a play, which would be acceptable to the English
teacher, to meet the writing requirement. The play was to be about a black
American World War II sailor and a Japanese pilot who had been marooned
together on the same small island. He promised the history teacher that he
would research the time period and keep all the details authentic, so his
history teacher also agreed to his plan as well. He was going to use the
play to show that bigotry and preconceptions can be overcome, even at times
of great stress. He told me he hoped that this concept would be translated
over into other areas too, such as gay rights and racial equality, themes
he and Dion were very concerned about.
I promised to help him with any problems he might encounter along the way,
even proofreading it for him, but the work would have to be his own and I
wouldn't do it for him. He said that was exactly what he expected me to
say, but he just wanted my support, because he knew this wasn't going to be
easy to pull off successfully. He had decided to do this because he
enjoyed writing, having written several stories for his English classes
before, which were well received. He concluded that he could use the
historical setting to hopefully kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.
I told him I admired his ingenuity and knew he would do his best, and then
he went off to do his research into the historical aspects of this
assignment.
Also in March, I got an email from Nigel and his boys, happily accepting
our offer to have them stay with us, so we could take them on short trips,
and they gave us the timeline for their stay. I informed the boys of this,
asked for volunteers to help me with the planning, and then we set about
arranging things for their stay. Of course I included Jake on the planning
committee, and four boys, the four who had formed the closest attachment to
Nigel's sons when we were together in England. This meant Danny, Brandon,
Ricky, and Kevin would help Jake and me plan what we'd do during their
stay, as they knew the other boys' interests better than we did. They had
maintained internet contact with them in between, so they were more
familiar with what they might like to do while they were here.
A few days later, our first problem occurred, concerning Trey and Nick's
coming out. Someone had scratched a message into Nick's locker, which read
'death to all faggits'. The spelling error was that of the author.
Obviously he wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. I was chagrined to
learn about this, not from Nick, but from Shannon. In speaking with Nick
about this later, I learned that he felt it was an isolated incident, and
it would be better if it weren't made into a big deal. I finally conceded
he might be right, but I still chided him for not informing me about what
had happened. He apologized for not doing so, and then promised he would
not make that same oversight again, and he would tell me if anything else
like that were to occur. After dinner I called one of the night custodians
at the high school, one I knew personally, and I told him what had
happened. He asked for the locker number, told me he'd scratch out the
rest of the message, and repaint it before morning. I thanked him and told
him I owed him for his help. He laughed and said this one was a freebie.
I didn't tell Nick about having done this, however, as he wanted to keep
this low-key. I think he was pleasantly surprised the next day, to see it
had been taken care of though.
Things went well for the next week, so we began to think that graffiti on
Nick's locker was an isolated prank, until something else happened. It
happened as Trey was leaving the library after school one afternoon, after
he had finished doing some research for his project. He was heading to
meet Kevin and Vinnie, to get a ride home. Kevin always worked out with
Vinnie in the gym and training room after school, so he had the car to get
them back and forth. Trey had already told them he'd need a ride home, so
they were expecting him to join them after they finished. As he made his
way from the library toward the gym, this guy began to harass him.
"Hey, if it isn't the faggy sissy boy," he said, mockingly. Trey tried to
ignore him and keep going, but this guy wasn't about to allow that to
happen. He moved around and got in Trey's face, renewing his attack.
"Hey, you freakin' homo, don't think I'm just going to go away. Just cuz
your old man used to be a big shot in the school, don't mean you're
protected or anything special."
Trey just glared at him this time, as the guy began to grin, pleased with
himself and what he had said. "Look, I'm not bothering you, so just leave
me alone," Trey advised him.
"You bother me by just being alive, you fucking queer!" the boy exclaimed,
trying to impressed the group that had begun to gather.
"Look, layoff. Okay?"
"No, it's not okay. I hate little fairy cocksuckers, so I hate you."
"I don't even know you," Trey countered.
"Doesn't matter. All I need to know is that you're queer. Are you the
fudgepacker or the fudgepackee?" He began to laugh and look to his peers
for support at this point. A couple of his friends were laughing with him,
and egging him on, but most were just standing silently on the sidelines.
Trey tried to walk away again, and that's when the situation escalated.
The boy sucker-punched Trey in the back of the head, causing him to bend
forward to protect himself, and then his attacker began to throw a series
of punches at his body, finally kneeing him for added emphasis, knocking
him to the floor.
Trey had never been a very physical person, as in the sense of defending
himself, so he didn't know what to do next. He also wasn't very muscular
or strong, so when he tried to fight back, it was quite ineffective. This
only served to embolden his tormentor, causing him to become even more
aggressive. "Oh, that almost hurt me, you little fairy. That might be a
punch to your boyfriend, but I've been hit harder by a three year-old."
His tormentor was laughing again, as Trey tried to get up and escape, but
that's when the other boy decided that kicking was a masculine attack
procedure. He began to use Trey like a large soccer ball, kicking him in
the ribs, in the legs, and even in the head. The kick to the head almost
knocked Trey out completely, but no one stepped in to help defend him. Now
the boy began to gloat, thinking himself superior at this point. He turned
to face those who surrounded them, but only a couple of his buddies gave
him any acknowledgement. The others merely stared, or turned away to leave
at that point. Still, no one came to Trey's rescue. The boy must have
felt like he had to give Trey one more kick before he left, firmly planting
his foot in Trey's ribs, and Trey felt something snap. He knew that one of
his ribs was now broken, so he positioned himself on that side, to protect
himself from further harm. It turned out that he didn't have to do this,
as his attacker had decided he was through with him by then, leaving with
his friends and laughing as they strode down the hall.
Trey lay there for a few minutes longer, trying to adjust to the pain and
gather his strength. Still no one came to help him. Instead, they all
left, leaving Trey to fend for himself. Trey slowly made his way to the
gym, to find Kevin and Vinnie. He was walking kind of hunched over, trying
to protect that fractured rib, and his face was starting to show the signs
of bruising and swelling. That wasn't all that was noticeable, however, as
he also had a little blood drying on his face, from where it splattered
from the cuts in and around his mouth. His brothers looked shocked when
they saw him, and they immediately began to question him about what had
happened.
"Holy shit, Trey! What in the hell happened to you?" Kevin asked him.
Trey looked at him and started to speak, but it wasn't easy with all the
swelling and how sore he was feeling. Eventually he managed to get out a
few words.
"Some guy started giving me shit, calling me all kinds of names, and then
he attacked me." Both boys eyed his injuries carefully, noting how badly
he'd been beaten.
"Man, he really messed you up," Vinnie told him. "Were you alone?" Again,
Trey had some trouble getting out an answer to this question, but finally
he was able to respond.
"Kind of. There were other people there, but nobody helped." He took a
deep breath her, and the boys could see the tears forming in his eyes.
"And two of my so called friends just stood there and watched this happen."
The boys wanted to sympathize with him and make him feel better, but they
had a greater need to find out what had actually taken place. "What was
wrong with them?" Kevin spat out. "Why didn't they help you?"
"I guess they were scared of getting hurt or worried they might be labeled
gay too. I guess I'll never know, because I certainly don't plan on
speaking to either of them again." By now Trey was in tears, and the boys
tried to comfort him. Once he was able to get his emotions back under
control, they helped him to the car, and drove him home to tell me. I was
shocked when I saw the other two boys leading him in. Immediately I
questioned them about what had happened, hoping there was a logical
explanation for all of this. Once I gotten a rough idea about what had
happened, I told Trey to get back into the car, so I could drive him to the
emergency room at the hospital, and get him looked at. I wanted to know
exactly how much damage had been done to him and be sure he was all right.
When we walked into the emergency room, the receptionist wanted to know if
he'd been in a car or motorcycle accident. Once I explained what had
happened, we filled out the required forms and they took him to x-ray.
Once they had taken a few pictures of his body, from the waist up, they
took him back to an examination room, and we waited for a doctor to come in
and look at him. It was quite a while later before the doctor entered, but
he did do a thorough examination of Trey once he started. After the
examination, he left the room without saying a word. A few minutes later,
a nurse came in and asked me to come with her, as they wanted to show me
the x-rays. I thought this odd, but I followed her out of the room, down
the corridor, into another room, and then she showed me Trey's x-rays. He
did have a fractured rib, as he suspected, but other than that there were
no serious injuries. She asked me to wait there, so the doctor could
explain his injuries and advise me as to what we'd have to do for Trey.
This seemed highly irregular to me, so I asked her why I couldn't just
rejoin my son and have him tell the both of us together. She said she
didn't know, but that is what she'd been told to do. I gave in and waited
patiently.
What I didn't know was, that while I was with the nurse, the doctor had
gone back to see Trey alone, to question him about his injuries. I guess
he or the others felt there was a chance that I, or another family member,
had beaten him like that, but suspected that Trey wouldn't open up and tell
them the truth if I was present. After they were convinced that this was
not the case, I was told I could rejoin Trey and the doctor would explain
things there. Once again I thought this a bit odd, seeing as how I had
waited several minutes for the doctor in the other room, but the nurse told
me that it had gotten busy in the ER and this was one way they could save a
little time. Bureaucratic red tape! Why can't they just do things the
simplest way to begin with?
When I got back to Trey's room, I found him in an agitated state, but he
was glad to see me. He quickly explained the types of questions the doctor
and others had asked him, the insinuations they had made, and he was
visibly shaken that they had even suggested such a thing. After I got over
my initial shock about what had happened, I explained to Trey that they
were only doing their jobs, and it wasn't personal in nature. If they
didn't do this when there was a possibility that something of that nature
had actually taken place, they would never be able to protect kids who were
being abused, physically, sexually, or emotionally. Once he understood
this, he started to calm down.
A short time later, the doctor rejoined us, gave us a couple of
prescriptions for Trey, and explained to us what he would need to do to
take care of himself, so he would recover from his injuries. We asked him
a few questions, listened to his answers, and then we thanked him and left,
driving back home. On the way, I asked Trey many of the same questions he
had been asked by the medical staff, including if he knew who this boy was
or why he had singled Trey out. First of all, Trey said he didn't
recognize the boy at all, but he was sure he'd remember who he was, in case
he ever saw him again. He said the only thing he could think of, as to why
the boy attacked him, was that he had just told people at school that he
was gay...and possibly because he wasn't a fighter, like Nick. I told him
he was probably right, and we left it at that.
Once we got home, some of the boys wanted to run down to the school, to see
if that boy was still around, so they could settle the score. Danny,
Brandon, and Shannon wanted to go down to the school and kick some ass, as
they so graphically put it, but I kept them under control and at home. I
told them that Trey and I would handle this, though we hadn't discussed yet
just how we were going to do that. However, I assured them it would
definitely be handled a bit differently than they would have done it.
After dinner I talked to Trey about this alone, trying to get even more
details about what had happened, who had been there, either actively or
passively, and then I discussed with him about how he wanted to handle it.
At this point, he wasn't sure what he thought we should do, but he knew
that he wanted to accomplish two things. First, he wanted to get even with
that boy, and make him suffer too, but he didn't want to draw any more
attention to himself in doing so. We discussed some possible ways to
handle the situation, not making any specific decisions until he'd had time
to think all of his choices over. I didn't want to rush him, and I didn't
want to make him uncomfortable with what we were going to do, but I didn't
want this guy to get away with it either. If we gave even the slightest
indication that we weren't going to seek some justice for this vicious
attack, then it would send out a message to him and others like him, making
it open season for anyone who didn't like something about someone else. It
would more or less tell them that they could beat these people up, or do
other things to them as well, without having to worry about any
repercussions from their actions.
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