Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 20:12:10 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 9, chapter 2

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 9-by BW (Yng-Frnds).      Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - Solutions, Vigils and Confessions.    July 2004

When Sammy showed up, the group waved to him, letting him know he was to
join them in the woods.  I could see and hear everything that was going on.
We had a monitor, which was wirelessly connected to a video camera that was
set up just outside the window of the press box and controlled by one of
the lawmen inside.  There was another camera on the surveillance van, which
was operated from the inside.  Another trooper held a cone shaped devise in
the front seat, pointed toward the group, and this picked up everything
that was said, so it could be recorded.  They chose to do this, because the
State Police feared putting a wire on Sammy might be discovered, if it got
to the point where he had to strip.  Everything was in place, and Sammy had
been prepped on what he was supposed to do, so we just sat back and waited
for the right moment.

"About time you showed up, Currie," one of the bullies told him.

"You said 10:00 and it's only ten of," Sammy replied.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the bully shot back, his sharp wit overwhelming us.
"You ready to get it on or won't you be able to get it up?" he continued,
laughing and looking at his friends to see if they were enjoying his inane
banter and bad jokes.

"I'll do fine," Sammy replied, "but I'm not doing it without protection!"

"We told you no fuckin' rubbers this time," the ringleader stated,
emphatically, "cuz you wussed out on us the last time."

"I did not, it's just that I ran into my brothers and they made me go home
with them," Sammy tried to explain, but none of the others seemed to care.

"You'll do whatever we say," one of the other boys told him, "or we'll rip
off that faggy looking dick of yours, so you won't be able to do anyone -
not even your ass-pumping brothers."  He added one of those sinister laughs
after he finished, something like you might hear on a crime show when the
villain thinks he's doing something cool or despicable.

"I'm not risking catching a disease or getting her pregnant," Sammy said,
even more defiantly than I thought might be wise for the situation.  "I'll
prove to you I'm not gay by having sex with her, but I won't do anything
foolish like doing it without a condom."

"Listen butt fucker," the first boy said, grabbing Sammy by the shirt.
"You'll do whatever the fuck I tell you."

"We've got enough," I heard a voice say over their police-band radio.
"Move in."

The situation was escalating between Sammy and his tormentors and the State
Police jumped into action.  One of the two in the van with me jumped out
and headed for the woods, while the door to the storage shed burst open and
the men who had been in the press box also closed in on their targets.  In
addition to those officers, a couple of squad cars came speeding over the
grass behind the bleachers, their lights flashing, but their sirens off.

The bullies had even begun to rough Sammy up a bit by this time, but they
were so focused on him that they didn't notice everyone closing in on their
position.  By the time they did recognize what was happening, they tried to
run, but they had little hope of getting away.  Eventually, they all found
themselves in handcuffs and being read their rights.

"What are we under arrest for?" the leader demanded.

"Well, let's start with vandalism, for the damage you did to the storage
shed door," the officer began.

"We didn't do that," the older boy protested.  "It was like that when we
got here."

"Would you like to stick to that story?" the trooper asked him, trying to
let the kid know he wasn't fooling anyone.

"You're trying to frame us!" the boy screamed.

"Yeah, nice try," the officer retorted, trying to suppress a chuckle.
"Would you like to see the video tape now or later," he continued.

"What videotape?" the kid shot back, surprised by the cop's comment.

"The one of you and your buddies using a lug wrench to try to break in
there," the trooper said, grinning.  The kid was speechless.  "Besides
that, we'll be adding some assault, harassment and sex charges too.  Not
only do we have the video tapes showing what you did, but we also have some
nice audio recordings of things you said to this young man," he added,
pointing toward Sammy.

"You mother-fucker!" the kid spat at Sammy, his hatred and rage glowing in
his eyes.  "When they let us out, you're a dead man!" he continued, trying
to intimidate his former victim.

"Keep it up," the officer told him.  "You're digging yourself in deeper and
adding more charges with every word you utter."  The kid clamped his mouth
shut at that point, but you could tell he still wanted to say more.  His
body was so tense that it was shaking, and his hatred and defiance were
clearly evident in his face, even to those standing the farthest away from
him.

"How did you get here?" another officer asked him, breaking his
concentration and slowly drawing his attention away from Sammy.  At first
he just glared at the State Policeman, but after a few seconds, he finally
responded.

"We all came in my car," he told his interrogator.

"Which one," the trooper asked him.

"That one, right there," the kid answered, using his head to point to a car
in the near-by lot.  "Why do you need to know that?"

"So we can take care of it for you," the officer said, smirking.  "You see,
you won't be driving it home right away, so we just want to make sure that
nothing happens to it.  We don't want you claiming that it got damaged due
to our negligence now, do we?" the trooper added, tongue-in-cheek.  "We'll
secure it for you, until you are able to drive it again," he finished, just
to piss the kid off.

Another State Policeman was sent to take care of the car, while Sammy's
tormentors were led to different patrol cars and placed inside.  I walked
by each vehicle, just to let them know I was there and I knew what they
were up to as well.  If looks could kill, most of the troopers, Sammy and I
would all be dead.  They were all livid that this had backfired on them and
they were the ones now getting the raw end of the stick, so to speak.

Just before the patrol cars were ready to pull out, the trooper sent to
secure their vehicle came back, holding something in the air and grinning
from ear-to-ear.  In one hand he was holding two clear plastic storage
bags, one containing a greenish substance, which reminded me of oregano,
and the other containing a white, powdery element.  In his other hand, he
held two half-consumed bottles of booze.

"Look at what I found in his car," he announced, proverbially tightening
his grip on the kid's scrotum.  "Open alcohol containers, a little weed and
a substantial quantity of cocaine.  Looks like we'll be adding drug and
alcohol charges now too."

Seeing and hearing this, the suspects in the patrol cars either slid down
in their seats, looked away, turned a bright red or did a combination of
those things.  They now realized they weren't going to be getting out of
this mess any time soon and they'd probably be spending some time in jail
as well, starting today.  I can't say any of us was feeling sorry for them,
as they were only going to get what they deserved.

I looked around to find Sammy, to see how he was doing, but it took me a
minute to locate him.  He was standing in the background, keeping his
distance from his former tormentors. The expression on his face didn't
indicate any particular emotions, but I was pretty sure he was relieved
this was finally over.  I walked up to him and placed my arm around his
shoulder, letting him know I was there for him.  I also tried to nudge him
forward, to indicate we should probably leave now, without verbalizing my
request.  Slowly, I began to feel the tenseness drain from his body, as he
began to allow himself to relax, and then he looked up at me.  "Thanks,
Dad," he told me, while forcing out his first grin since this all began.
"I would probably have ended up doing what they wanted today or had the
crap beat out of me, if you hadn't been here to help."

I gave him a slight nod, before I replied.  "Maybe next time you'll come to
me when you first discover you have a problem," I advised him, "rather than
making me find things out from your brothers."

He looked sheepishly toward the ground, before looking up again.  "But I
didn't tell them either, so how did they know."

"They figured something was up from the way you were moping around and they
heard stories at school," I advised him.  "Word gets back to me one way or
another, so you might as well come to me first."  Sammy didn't reply
verbally, but he did give me a weak nod of agreement.

After checking with the officer in charge, to see if it was all right for
us to go, I discovered he wanted us to come to the station to give him our
statements first.  I had no problems with that, so I told him we'd meet
them there in a few minutes.  I had Sammy go get his bike and we put it in
the Yukon, before I drove over to the State Police barracks.  Once inside,
a different trooper took our statements, typed them out and had us sign
them.  When that was completed, they told us we could go home, which Sammy
and I were eager to do.

As we drove away, I began to question Sammy, to make sure he was all right.
After I decided he was, I dropped him off at home, had him remove the
bicycle from the Yukon and then I told him I'd see him later.  I
immediately got back inside and took off for the hospital, so I could be
with Andrew.  As I started to pull away, Sammy stopped me and told me he
wanted to go with me, but I knew Jesse would want to go too, and I wanted
to get to the hospital as quickly as I could.  Therefore, I told Sammy he
could come down later, with Jake and Jesse, but for now, I wanted to spend
some time alone with his brother.  He wasn't happy with my response, but he
only gave a mild protest, as he did realize I WAS going to let him visit
his brother today.  As I drove away, he was wheeling the bike toward the
shed, to put it away.

When I arrived at the hospital, I went straight to Andrew's room, anxious
to see if he showed any signs of improvement.  When I got there, I noticed
he wasn't awake, so it appeared there hadn't been any change after all.  I
figured I'd question the nurse when she came to check on him next, but for
now I sat beside his bed and stroked his hair, just to let him know I was
back.  I don't know how long I sat there doing that, just watching my baby
sleep, before the nurse came in on her rounds.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Currie," she greeted me, once she noticed I was there.  "I
didn't know you were back."

"Yes, I guess I snuck by the nurses' station this time," I teased.  "How's
he doing?"

"The doctor was in earlier and he said the swelling has gone down
considerably and Andrew is showing signs of improvement."  I was very
pleased to hear this news.  She went about her business, and while she was
sponging Andrew off, my cell phone rang.  I noted who was calling and then
went outside and called him back, because I know you're not supposed to use
a cell phone in the hospital.

"Hello."

"Jake, it's Josh.  I couldn't use my phone in the hospital, so I had to
wait and call you back."

"Damn, I forgot about that.  I just called to see how Andrew is doing?"

"He's still unconscious, but the doctor said the swelling is going down," I
advised him.

"That's great news," he replied.  "Look, Jesse's been bugging me all
morning to come there to see Andrew.  Do you mind if I bring him down in a
little while?"

"No, that would be fine," I assured him.

"Sammy wants to come too.  Would that be all right?" he followed.  "He told
me he spoke to you about this earlier."

"Yes, I already told him he could," I answered.  "He told me how worried
he's been about his brother, but he also had his own problem to worry
about.  Now that has been squared away, I'm sure he'll be as concerned
about Andrew as Jesse is.  I'll see you in a little while then."

"Fantastic," he responded.  "I'm not sure how soon we'll get there, but it
won't be too long."

"Okay, I'll see you then," I replied, before ending the call.

A short time later, the nurse finished up her duties and left me alone with
Andrew again.  I sat beside his bed wondering how much longer I'd have to
wait before I had my boy back, the way he should be.  I was still fussing
over Andrew when I heard Jake clear his throat.  I looked up, and he was
standing there waiting for me to respond, while holding Jesse's hand
tightly, to prevent him from racing forward to see Andrew.  I smiled at him
and then welcomed him back, but that's when I noticed something else.
Sammy was with him as I expected, but so was Little Ricky.

This confused me slightly.  I was expecting to see Jesse and Sammy, but why
would Jake bring Little Ricky with him now.  Yesterday we discussed not
bringing any of the other boys until Andrew's condition had improved, so I
wondered what made Jake gave in and let Little Ricky come along as well.
Jake gave me a strange look when he saw me staring at Little Ricky, but
Little Ricky didn't look in either Andrew's or my direction, which puzzled
me even more.  Why would he bother coming to see Andrew when he didn't even
seem to want to look at him?  It was then that I noticed Jake signaling me,
letting me know that he wanted me to come out in the hall with him.  Once
he saw I understood what he wanted, he sent Jesse and Sammy over to see
Andrew.

After we exited the room, Jake closed the door to Andrew's room, and I
assumed that was so Jesse and Sammy wouldn't overhear what we were
discussing.  Little Ricky had come out with us too, but he still hadn't
looked up at me.  He was standing there like he was inspecting his shoes
and the floor, so I thought it best to get things started.

"What's up?" I asked Jake.  "I thought we agreed to only bring Jesse and
Sammy here for the time being."

"We did," Jake conceded.  "But after talking to Little Ricky, I thought it
would be best to modify our agreement slightly," he added, before giving a
sideways glance at Little Ricky.  I knew this was some type of signal,
although I wasn't sure exactly what it meant.  I looked at both of them,
hoping for an explanation, but there was a long silence before anyone
responded again.

"Little Ricky asked to come talk to you," Jake finally informed me,
"because there was something he felt he should tell you."

"And this couldn't wait until I got home?" I asked, thinking it odd.

"No, absolutely not," Jake assured me.  "He feels this is very important
and he needs to do it now."  He gave me a look that let me know I shouldn't
question this further, so this definitely piqued my curiosity.

"All right," I conceded, looking toward Little Ricky.  "Do you want to do
this alone or do you want Jake to hear this too?"

Hesitantly he lifted his head and spoke.  "Both of you," was all he said,
simply, and then he went silent again.

"Okay, so what's up?" I asked him, trying to prod him into telling me what
was on his mind, as I wanted to get back in with Andrew, as soon as I
could.  Little Ricky was hemming and hawing, trying to get up the nerve to
say something, but he just couldn't seem to come up with the words.
Growing frustrated, I tried to urge him into action once more.

"I think it might be easier if you just come out and say what's on your
mind," I advised him, looking at him closely, to see if my words had any
effect.  Little Ricky swallowed hard and began to lift his head.  I could
see the tears flowing from his eyes and down his cheeks, which sent a chill
down my spine.  Why was he acting like this?  What was wrong?  Finally, he
began to speak.

"It's all my fault," he sobbed, causing me to wonder what his words meant.

"What's all your fault?" I asked him, trying to get some clarification.

"Andrew's accident," he choked out.  "It's my fault that he got hurt."

I was totally confused by Little Ricky's confession and I thought I needed
more details, if I were going to understand what he was trying to tell me.
"Wait a minute," I began.  "You weren't even with him when the accident
happened, so how could you be responsible for it?"

Little Ricky was sobbing hard now, as his guilt seemed to be building and
consuming him, yet I couldn't understand what he was trying to say.  I
wrapped my arms around him and gave him a big hug, just to let him know
that no matter what he said, I wouldn't love him any less.  After shedding
many more tears into my chest and soaking my shirt, he finally lifted his
head and spoke to me again.

"I messed with Andrew's bike and that's what caused him to get hurt," he
admitted, throwing me into an even more confused state.

"Why would you do anything to his bike?" I asked, before thinking of the
best way to approach this topic.  Little Ricky had the saddest expression
on his face that I'd ever seen and his eyes were all red and puffy, telling
me he'd been crying longer than the short time he'd been at the hospital.

"I loosened the front wheel on his bike," he finally responded.

"Why in the world would you do a thing like that?" I blurted out, before
thinking again.  Little Ricky looked up at me, with a scared expression on
his face, almost as if he expected me to attack him, after what he had told
me.

"It was meant to be a practical joke," he admitted, anxiously.  "I just
wanted to get back at him for the jokes he pulled on me.  I didn't think
he'd get hurt."  I was beginning to understand what had been going on here,
so I hugged him again, to reinforce the notion that I wasn't going to beat
him or love him any less.  He had been through a lot too, with his father's
death and his mother's illness.  The last thing I wanted to do was to add
to the pain he was already dealing with.

"It's okay," I said soothingly, hugging him even tighter.  "I know you
didn't mean to hurt him."  Little Ricky's head jerked upward and he stared
at me, like he didn't believe what he'd just heard.

"I only thought the wheel would come off and he'd have to walk back home,"
he admitted.  "I figured the bike would start to wobble when the nut got
looser and then he'd stop the bike and push it home."  After telling me
this, he began weeping hysterically.

"I understand," I tried to comfort him.  "I know you didn't want anything
like this to happen, but I've warned you boys before that practical jokes
can go awry, and that's what happened here.  It went very wrong."  I looked
at him, to see if it was starting to sink in.

"Pop, I feel so bad," he informed me.  "Even though I didn't mean for it to
happen, I'm still to blame.  I never wanted to hurt him, just get even."

"I understand," I told him, "and Andrew will too.  He knew his jokes might
possibly have caused problems as well, but he was just fortunate nothing
like that ever happened to him.  Maybe this will put an end to all these
pranks now."

"I'll never do anything like that again.  I promise," he assured me, and my
heart was breaking for him, knowing the inner turmoil he was going through.

"Okay, I forgive you and I know Andrew will too.  Do you want to sit with
him for a while?" I asked, and he responded with an almost terrified look
on his face.

"Do you think I should?" he wondered.  "I mean...if he knows I caused his
accident, maybe he'll get so upset that he'll just get worse."  I wasn't
sure I followed his logic, but I had to respond to it, or else he'd never
get past it.

"Not if you apologized," I urged him.  "I'm positive he'll understand and
forgive you."  Little Ricky thought about this for a little while and then
slowly made his way into the room and over to Andrew's bed.  I called Jesse
and Sammy out the room, to wait with Jake and me, and to give Little Ricky
the privacy he needed, so he could find the courage to apologize to Andrew.
Jesse wasn't happy about the change of events, but I told him it wouldn't
be for long, explaining that Little Ricky wanted to spend some time alone
with Andrew too.  Reluctantly, he steeped out into the hall.  Jesse was
fidgety, like a racehorse standing in the starting gate, but he accepted
the fact that other members of the family might want time alone with his
best bud too.

I'm not sure what was said in there and Little Ricky stayed in with Andrew
for about twenty minutes alone.  He might have stayed longer, had one of
the nurses not gone in on her rounds.  When Little Ricky came back out into
the hall, he didn't look as haggard or as troubled as he did when he went
in.  He didn't say anything to any of us, so I didn't press him to find out
what happened, but he did flash me a weak smile, when he looked in my
direction.  That let me know that some of his burden had been lifted.

Once the nurse finished her duties, we all went back into the room with
Andrrew and stayed with him until dinnertime.  Jake suggested he would take
the boys home and fix dinner for them, but he also noted his concern about
me.  "Josh, come home with us," he almost pleaded.  "You need to eat too."

"I'm fine," I told him.  "I'll just grab something from the cafeteria or
the vending machines."

"No, you won't eat that crap," he informed me.  "We'll be back later and
I'll bring you something good," he added, with a little extra emphasis.

I thanked him for his offer and for the way he took care of me, and then I
gave him a hug and a kiss, before he and the boys took off.  Once again, I
had another little hassle with Jesse, as he wanted to stay with me and have
some food brought back for him too.  However, I told him that he should go
home for now and he could return later, and stay with me until bedtime.
Hesitantly, he did as he was told, but that lower lip was sticking out
about a half inch further than normal, as he walked out the door.

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