Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 01:58:44 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book8, chapter 4

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 4 - The lost is found.                    February 2004

"Vinnie!  Where the hell are you and where have you been?" I screamed into
the phone, bringing Kevin running toward me.

"Right now I'm in Altoona," he told me, before Kevin cut him off.

"Vinnie, I'm so sorry," Kevin yelled over my shoulder and into the
receiver.  "I love you and I was a fool.  Please forgive me and come home."
He was crying again by this point.

"Pop, I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to Kevin yet," Vinnie advised me, "but
I just saw a missing poster with my picture on it, so I realized I'd better
call home."

"I'm glad you did, because we've been frantic for two weeks.  Can we come
pick you up?"

"Yes, I think you'd better.  I'll have the guy I'm with leave me here and
I'll wait for you.  I'm at a rest area on I-99, north of Altoona."

"Okay, wait there and I'll get to you as quickly as I can, and you have a
lot of explaining to do."

"I know," he replied, sounding very timid, like a small child who knew he
was going to get punished for his transgressions.

"You know Kevin will want to come with me," I warned him, realizing that
Kevin probably wouldn't be denied, now that he knew Vinnie was all right.

"I know, but I'm not sure I can deal with that.  I still love him, though
I'm still hurt and angry with him because he cheated on me, but I'm also
kind of embarrassed, because of what I did afterward."  I assume he meant
disappearing like he did, but I could tell he was trying to be honest with
me.

"Well, Kevin feels much the same way," I added, "so maybe you two could
work it out alone, if I bring him with me."  He didn't say anything for
quite a few uncomfortable moments, but then he finally answered me.

"Okay, if he wants to come and work things out, then I'll try to meet him
halfway."

"That's good, and I'll pass the message along.  It will probably take us a
couple of hours before we get to you, so see if there's someone on duty
there, who you can stay with and wait for us."

"Okay, I will.  Thanks, Pop, and I am sorry for making you worry."

I hung up the phone and turned toward Kevin, whom I had been trying to hush
during the entire conversation, so I could hear what Vinnie was telling me.
"Why didn't you let me speak to him?" he challenged.

"Because Vinnie wasn't ready for that yet, but he did agree to let me bring
you, so you can work things out in person."  He began to calm down after
hearing that.  "Grab your coat, go the toilet, and grab some drinks and
throw them in the small cooler, so we can take them with us, and we'll be
on our way.  I just want to tell Jake what's going on and then we can talk
more about this in the van."

"K," he responded, simply, though I can tell he probably still had a
thousand questions he wanted to ask.

Once we were in the van and on our way, Kevin began to interrogate me.
"What did Vinnie have to say?  Where has he been and who was he with?"

"Slow down, and he didn't tell me much at all, except to say he was all
right and would wait for us at the rest stop.  He said he'd explain it all
later."  I could tell Kevin wasn't satisfied with what I told him, but I
think he also knew that's all the information I had.  Therefore, he just
settled into his seat for the long ride.  I looked over at him as I drove
along and I saw his legs were twitching up and down, as if he was suffering
from a bad nervous condition.  He was also fidgeting in his seat, most
likely his response to being uptight about how he was going to apologize
for what he'd done. I decided it was best not to say anything to him at
this point, so I let him continue to try to work things out for himself.

Even though it was a cold winter's day, the road was clear, but the
surrounding countryside was still covered with the snow from previous
storms.  The sun was also shining brightly and I would have considered it a
perfect day for a ride, if our minds had been able to focus on the day and
not what we were going to do after we got to where Vinnie was waiting for
us.

After about an hour of traveling like this, I asked Kevin to open a drink
for me, as my throat was beginning to feel quite dry.  I guess that had
been caused by a combination of nerves and being in the dry heat of the
house and the car, but I needed to moisten my lips, mouth and esophagus.
Kevin handed me my drink and then opened one for himself, but we continued
to sit in silence, as we got closer to the place where we'd be reunited
with Vinnie.  Watching him more closely now, I realized I'd never seen him
this nervous or worried before, not even when he was going through his
medical problems.  "Okay, what's up?" I asked him.  The sound of my voice
caused him to look up at me and the sad expression I saw plastered across
his face nearly broke my heart.

"I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to get Vinnie to listen to me and
forgive me for what I did," he told me.  "I'm really worried he won't
listen to what I have to say or want anything to do with me."

"I know he's probably still a little disappointed and possibly even angry
at you, but I think he still loves you and will most likely forgive you,
over time.  It may not be easy, but I think you can work things out."

"Did he tell you that?" he asked, hopefully.

"No, Kevin.  As I told you, we didn't have time to discuss much, but I know
Vinnie and I know you, and I'm sure you can smooth this over in time."

I hoped that would hold him over until he and Vinnie could get together and
begin to iron out their problems, but I noticed his legs where still
bouncing up and down, like they were before.  I took this to mean my words
had brought him little comfort.  As we finally approached the rest area,
Kevin began to lean forward in his seat, as if this would help him see
Vinnie sooner.  Driving along the long service road, Kevin's head was
snapping from side to side, as he sought some sort of sign of his
boyfriend.  I pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine,
causing Kevin to immediately open his door.  "Hold on there sport," I told
him, causing him to stop with the door half opened.

"I want to go find Vinnie by myself and talk to him alone.  I think it's
best I find out where he's been and why he didn't call us, before you and
he begin to work out your problems.  That's why I need you to wait here,
until I get back."

"But, Dad." he wailed, like I had just stabbed him.

"No, it has to be this way, Kevin.  I have things that I need to handle
before he gets distracted with your concerns.  I know this doesn't make you
happy, but we have to do one thing at a time."

"But I've waited so long to tell him I still love him," he whined again.

"He knows that.  He heard you shout that when he called home earlier today,
and I'll make sure I let him know that too, but there are more important
issues to be dealt with here.  The fact that Vinnie just disappeared was
totally uncharacteristic of him and could have had disastrous results, so I
need to talk to him about this, so I can be sure it won't happen again."

Kevin let out a very audible sigh, folded his arms across his chest and
slumped down in his seat, in a defeated posture.  I took that to mean he
wasn't going to continue to argue with me for now.  I got out of the van
and walked toward the main structure, wondering where Vinnie might be.
Finally, I saw him emerge from a small room, where he had obviously been
waiting, along with someone who worked there.

He didn't say anything at first and just walked out with his head down,
occasionally lifting it slightly, to glance at me.  I was sure he was
trying to read my expression, to see if he could tell how much trouble he
was in.  "I'm sure glad to see you," I told him, to break the ice.  He
didn't answer me right away, but then timidly lifted his head to reply.

"I'm glad to see you too," he mumbled, "and I'm sorry I made you worry and
run all over looking for me."  After telling me that, his chin dropped back
down against his chest, like a puppy that knew it had done something
terribly wrong.  Seeing his reaction, I walked up to him and gave him a
hug, though this was awkward to do, with his arms stiffened against his
crutches to help support himself.

"I'm glad you're all right," I told him, causing his body to relax
slightly, "but we need to go somewhere to talk."

"Okay, I'll go with you to the van and we can talk there," he advised me,
but I quickly let him know that wouldn't do.

"Kevin's in the van, and I have things I want to talk to you about first,
before you two begin to work out your problems."  He looked up at me and
just stared for a few seconds, before he said anything else.

"I guess the guy who works here might let us use the room where I waited
for you.  Give me a second and I'll ask him."  He wheeled about and went
back into the room, and before long another man came out.

"Go ahead and use that room, if you want.  I have some things I need to do
anyway, and it will take me a while before I finish."  I thanked him and
then he disappeared, so I followed Vinnie into the room, to confront him.

"Okay, I want to know what happened, from the beginning," I demanded.  "And
I also want to know why you didn't contact us during that whole time."  He
hung his head again, before answering me.

"Well, I guess Kevin's told you what I saw when I opened his dorm room
door," he began, looking up at me.  I nodded, so he continued.

"I was so upset I couldn't even say anything and I just left.  As I was
driving away, I saw Kevin run out after me and I heard him scream out for
me to stop, but I couldn't face him then.  I started driving home, but I
was so hurt and crying so hard, I could hardly see, so I pulled over at a
rest area.  I really don't remember a lot about what happened after that,
but I will tell you as much as I can remember."

"And why don't you remember what happened?" I asked him.

"I don't know.  Maybe my mind is blocking some of it out or maybe it was
just because I was so angry that I can't remember what I did, but I do
recall bits and pieces."

"Okay, tell me what you can then," I advised him.

"Well, after sitting in the 4Runner and crying for a long time, I finally
got out and went to the men's room.  There was hardly anyone around at that
time and it was dark out, so I hoped no one would see my red eyes or ask
any questions.  I think I washed my face and then I think I went and sat on
a toilet for a while, not because I had to go, but just so I could think
about what to do next.  When I finally went back outside, I couldn't find
the 4Runner, and that's when I began to feel even more stupid.  I guess I
left the keys in it and someone had stolen it and all my things."  He
looked at me, like he was waiting for me to begin yelling at him or telling
him how dumb he was, but when I didn't, he continued his story.

"That was too much for me and I guess I must have broken down and started
crying again.  I kind of remember some guy asking me what was wrong, and I
think I told him that my car was just stolen, so he asked if he could help.
He said we had to call the police and tell them about the car being stolen,
but I told him I'd get in big trouble if I did that, so I'd wait until I
got home, so I could tell you first.  He kept arguing with me that I had to
report it or call home first and tell you, so you could report it, but I
think I told him you were away on a trip or something."  Vinnie paused in
his story, trying to remember what came next.  Moments later, he began
again.

"I think he was mad because I wouldn't call the police or home, but he
asked me where I was heading.  I think I told him I was going back home and
could use a ride, so he said he'd give me one."  He paused again, and I
almost used this lull to tell him how foolish he had been to accept a ride
from a total stranger, but I think he had probably figured that out for
himself already, so I remained quiet.

"I got in his car with him," Vinnie continued, "and he started driving.  He
asked where I wanted him to take me, and he said later I told him I'd let
him know when we got there, but I guess I never did.  I was thinking so
much about Kevin and what had happened that I didn't even realize we had
gone past the exit I would have taken to get home.  I didn't even think
anything about it until he got off an exit and stopped at a restaurant to
get something to eat.  It was a good thing I had kept my money on me and
hadn't left that in the 4Runner too."  I nodded, letting him know I agreed,
but I didn't want to stop him from continuing his tale.

"Now that I knew we'd already gone by the exit to get home, I didn't know
what I should do, so I didn't say anything to the guy who was giving me the
ride.  I didn't need for him to think I was dumb too, but in the restaurant
he asked me again where I wanted him to drop me off, and he told me later I
told him something like, 'it doesn't matter...I've lost my love...so I've
no place to go.'  I guess that's when he decided to just take me home with
him, until I figured out what I was going to do."  He stopped and looked at
me again, trying to gauge my reaction and see how upset I was with him. His
eyes were moist, and I know it pained him to tell me all this information,
but I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily, primarily to pay him
back for causing us more than two weeks of worry.

"So what happened next?" I prodded him.

"He asked me lots of questions, I guess, like if I was still in school,
where I lived, what I was going to do now, and things like that, but I
guess I didn't tell him much.  He said he'd let me stay with him for a few
days, until I decided what I wanted to do next.  I guess I did tell him I
was eighteen, so he wasn't worried about getting into legal problems by
letting me stay there.  Anyway, I don't remember much after that, except he
kept trying to get me to call the police to report the 4Runner being stolen
or call home and let you guys know where I was.  I faked a call home one
day, so he'd leave me alone, and I guess he believed I had, so he quit
bugging me about that.  But he didn't stop telling me I had to get over
whatever it was that was troubling me and go back home.



"Vinnie, didn't you think we'd be worried to death about you and wondering
where you'd been.  Didn't you think we'd be frantically out looking for
you, thinking something awful might have happened to you?"  He looked at me
sheepishly.

"I really didn't," he admitted.  "I was only thinking about Kevin - what he
did and what I was going to do next.  That's all I could think about."  His
head dropped down after he said this, so he was looking at the ground.  At
that point I decided to move on, pulling him away from thinking about that,
before he shut down completely.

"Who's this guy you've been staying with?"

"His name is Don, but all his friends call him Duck.  I guess when he was
little his family called him Donald Duck to tease him and the Duck part
just stuck."

"Yes, I've heard that happening to other guys named Don," I concurred, "but
tell me a little more about him."

"He's in his twenties, but only a few years older than me, he lives alone,
but has a girlfriend, and he's not much bigger than I am either.  That
helped, because he let me wear some of his clothes, because I had nothing
besides what I was wearing."

"Had you taken enough money with you, to pay for everything you needed
during that time?"

"Not exactly, but Duck covered for me a lot."

"We'll have to reimburse him for whatever you cost him then."

"Yeah," Vinnie agreed.  "That and more."

"So what made you finally call home then?" I asked him.

"Duck was going to the Penn State campus to go watch some sporting event,
so I thought I'd go there and find Danny, so I could spend some time with
him.  I planned on telling him what had happened and then ask him what he
thought I should do next," Vinnie admitted.

"So why didn't you go ahead with that plan?" I asked.

"I was going to, but after we got on I-99, I had to take a leak, so Duck
pulled over at the rest stop.  While I was in the toilet, I guess Duck
started checking out the bulletin boards and things while he was waiting
for me.  When I came back out, he called me over and showed me the poster I
take it you guys had put up."  He hung his head slightly again.

"You know, it was Kevin who made us go out and put those up.  I would never
have thought about putting them along I-99."

"How did he happen to think of doing that?" Vinnie wanted to know.

"He was just frustrated from sitting around doing nothing, so he grabbed
the atlas and studied it.  That's when he announced that we needed to put
the fliers up along I-99 and I-79 too, seeing we'd already put them up
along I-76 and I-70."

"Neat," Vinnie commented enthusiastically, after concluding that Kevin must
still loved him, or he wouldn't have gone through all that trouble for him.
After I prodded him, Vinnie kept going.  "So, Duck called me over and
pointed at the poster and told me, 'Dude, I THOUGHT you called home.'  I
told him I did and you must have put that up BEFORE I called, and he bought
it.  Then I told him maybe I should call home and arrange to get picked up
this time, so he handed me his cell phone and told me to call right then."

"I'm glad he did," I responded, "and I owe both him and Kevin for getting
you back safely to us."  I hugged Vinnie again, but it was slightly easier
this time, since he had been sitting on a table and his crutches we're
leaning against the wall.  This time as I hugged him, he hugged me back.

"I'm really sorry for making you worry," he told me again, "but I guess I
just wasn't thinking straight after that happened."  I just hugged him a
little harder, letting him know all was forgiven.

"I really don't remember much about my time with Duck, except he would
continue to try to convince me that I could make up with my lover and get
past our problem or I could move on and find someone else.  I did listen to
him, but I wondered what he'd have said if he found out my lover was
another guy.  Anyway, most of the time I'd just sit or lie around thinking
about Kevin, but mostly I kept seeing him and that other boy sucking each
other off.  I also kept remembering how much it hurt to know my plans to
spend a romantic Valentine's Day with him had crashed and burned."  He was
sobbing now, as those memories reopened the wounds that had not yet healed,
releasing the torrent of water previously held back by the dams in his
eyes.

I gave him some time to purge himself of these feelings and then I tried to
comfort him, as much as I could.  "Look, I can only imagine how much that
must have hurt and how angry you must have been, but I can only tell you I
also saw how badly Kevin felt about what had happened.  I won't try to
defend his actions or make excuses for him, and you two will have to work
that out on your own, but I can tell you he's been in a world of hurt for
the past couple of weeks, since you took off."

"Really?  He felt bad?  Do you really think he still loves me then?"
Vinnie was asking these questions to make sure he wasn't misreading what I
said, still hopeful that Kevin hadn't tossed him aside for someone else.

"Yes, Vinnie.  He felt terrible and I believe he still loves you.  In fact,
I'd bet he's probably about ready to start ripping the interior of the van
apart, because we're taking so long."  Vinnie looked a little relieved, yet
I could tell he had many more questions he wanted answered.

"Then why did he do that?  Why was he with that other boy?" he managed to
get out, but I squeezed his shoulders comfortingly.

"I told you I won't try to explain things for him, but I will say that we
all make mistakes.  I think he was missing you and thinking about you made
him horny.  When it occurred to him that he was going to be alone on
Valentine's Day, well his hormones led him to someone else and made the
decision for him.  At least that's the way he explained it to me.  He said
the other boy meant nothing to him, but he was available and provided Kevin
with a chance to get his rocks off.  I think if you two talk this out and
don't overreact, you'll be able to work things out amicably."  I now saw a
spark of hope in his eyes.

"I really want to forgive him, and I really do love him, but I just don't
know if I can.  Every time I close my eyes, I can still see him and that
other boy sixty-nining."  I nodded slightly.

"And I'm sure you will continue to see that for quite some time to come.
The thing is, do you love him enough to forgive him?  You know, when I have
questions about whether or not I can forgive someone, I think of a phrase
by Alexander Pope.  He was an eighteenth century English essayist and poet,
and the one who wrote the famous line, 'To err is human, to forgive,
divine.'  Whenever I get mad at one of you boys for something you've done,
like now, about your running away and not calling home, I think of that
line and then I decide I love you enough to forgive you your mistake."

Vinnie looked up at me timidly again, when I mentioned him specifically.  I
think that by tying my forgiving him for what he had done with his possibly
forgiving Kevin for what he'd done, the message began to sink in.  After
considering my words briefly, he finally responded.

"So you don't think he loves that other guy he was with?"

"No, not at all.  He just happened to be there and provided Kevin with a
chance to get some sexual relief.  Thinking with the wrong head, Kevin went
for the easy solution to his problem.  There was no emotional attachment or
love involved, from what Kevin told me, and I believe him."  Vinnie's body
began to relax even more.

"Okay, I think I'm ready to talk to Kevin about this now."  He started to
get up, but I stopped him.

"Before you do that, I have a few things I want to talk over with you."
Now his expressive changed again, and I could see he was apprehensive about
where this might be heading.  "I understand what happened that night," I
told him, "and I can even agree that you might not have been thinking
straight for another day or two, but you were gone for over two weeks.  Are
you telling me you never thought to call home and let us know you were all
right?"

If ever I saw a guilty expression on a person's face, it was plastered all
over Vinnie's mug at that moment.  He wiggled and squirmed a bit on his
crutches, struggling with how he was going to justify what he'd done and
rectify the situation.  Even though I had told him I had forgiven him and
was happy nothing bad had happened to him, it was clear to him now that I
wasn't going to let what he had done slide.

"I hardly remember anything about the whole first week," he explained.
"Like I told you, I was kind of in a daze.  I can't even believe Duck let
me stay with him that long.  I guess he felt sorry for me, knowing the
4Runner had been stolen and I'd caught my love cheating on me.  Of course,
I didn't tell him it was a guy who had cheated on me though, cuz I wasn't
sure how he'd take that. But he took care of me and he even made me eat and
everything."

"I'm glad he did all of that for you, but that still doesn't explain why
you didn't call home," I told him.

"Well, it wasn't until last Sunday that I even started to realize I wasn't
any place I was familiar with, but once I understood that, Duck began to
explain what had happened since he first found me.  He made sure he filled
me in on all the details that I'd kind of blocked out of my mind.  After I
realized what I had done, I kind of panicked.  I knew it was my fault the
4Runner got stolen, along with my clothes and cell phone too, which made me
feel like a damn fool and I figured you'd be really pissed at me for doing
that.  Now I had two things to worry about.  Not only was I was still upset
about Kevin, but I had all this other shit to deal with too.  Even though I
thought about calling you then, I was scared about what you were going to
do to me, because it was all just dumb.  Besides that, I wasn't ready to
face everyone and answer their questions about Kev and me."  Talk about a
guy looking like the proverbial kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Vinnie looked about as scared and uncertain as I'd ever remembered seeing
any of the boys react when I cornered them about their actions.

"Okay, when did I become this ogre that everyone is scared of coming to
now?" I asked him, trying to get a response in a light-hearted manner.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused by my approach.

"Well, you said you were scared of what I'd do to you, so which kid did you
see me murder or maim?  You must have caught me doing something like that,"
I teased, hoping this would take some of the pressure off of him.

"What the heck are you talking about?" he asked me, still confused.

"If you were that scared of me, you must have had a reason for thinking I
was going to do something awful to you.  So, what had I done in the past
that made you think I was going to torture you or something?"  Slowly his
face began to brighten, like a light had gone off in his head.

"Oh, no.  It was nothing like that.  It was just that I still wasn't
thinking clearly.  I wasn't really scared of you, it was just that for some
reason I kept thinking I was going to get punished hard."

"Well, I'm not sure I understand your reasoning, but I'll leave it alone
for now.  So, tell me why you didn't call before deciding to go talk to
Danny?"

"Well, for some reason I still thought you were going to be really mad, and
I thought Danny could help me figure out how to keep that from happening.
I guess I was more concerned about you having a heart attack after you
found out what happened, rather than your just being so mad at me."  He
looked at me now, like he was worried about how I'd take that disclosure.
Actually, I was touched that he would even consider my health as a factor,
but I had to dispel his concerns.

"Look, even though I had that one heart attack," I told him, "you boys
don't have to keep worrying about it happening again.  I'm watching my
diet, taking care of myself, and I have nitro for emergencies."

"But we don't want you to get to the point where you have to use it," he
blurted out, "because the might mean we'd lose you, like Little Ricky lost
his dad.  That's the biggest reason I didn't want to have to tell you about
everything that happened."

"And you thought my worrying if you were all right or wondering what had
happened to you wouldn't be worse?"  I think I missed a bit of his logic
here.

"I guess I never thought about that, just that you would get really upset
if you heard about the car getting stolen and everything else."

"Well, that hasn't happened and it won't, so I think it's time we got
things back to normal.  If you weren't eighteen, I think I'd be having
serious second thoughts about giving you any more freedom.  However, I will
think twice before I go along with any more of your proposals, mainly
because you have shown a grievous lack of judgment throughout this whole
process."

"But, Dad, it was just because I was so upset," he pleaded.

"I would have let that cover a few days of bad judgment, but not over
two-weeks worth."  I think he was starting to get my point now.  "I think
it's time you started to work things out with Kevin, so we can finish our
discussion later.  I still love you, but I do think you showed a severe
lack of maturity throughout all of this.  Let's not have it continue when
you and Kevin start to hash things out."

I knew he understood my disappointment in him, because if he were a dog, I
would say he had his tail between his legs and was slinking away, as he
headed for the van.  I didn't want him to feel defeated, but he had to know
how badly he screwed up too.  It wasn't just Kevin who had made mistakes
here.  I hoped by putting him through some discomfort, he wouldn't be so
apt to make a similar type of mistake in the future.  However, now I had to
bring him back to the present.

"Vinnie, do you want to talk to Kevin alone, where you will have some
privacy, or do you think you and Kevin can talk as I drive us home?"

"I'm not sure," he responded.  "Let's go ask him.  I think he needs to be
part of this decision too."

I walked back to the van with Vinnie and I saw Kev sit up as we approached
him.  As we drew closer, he opened his door and walked to meet his halfway.
Both boys walked very tentatively toward each other, so I positioned myself
between them.  "Do you two want time alone to solve your problems, or can
you do it on the ride back?"

Kevin looked at Vinnie, who gawked back at him, before they both turned
toward me.  "I'm willing to do it on the ride back," Kevin stated, "as long
as we can do it face to face."  That seemed to be enough to get things
started, so they both hopped in the back of the van, as I got into the
driver's seat.

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