Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 18:30:46 -0400
From: Andrew Davis <podiumdavis@gmail.com>
Subject: The Journey of Jacob and Kyle Chapter #9

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The Journey of Jacob and Kyle
Chapter #9: The Mistakes we make (Cont.)
Time line: Sunday

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WARNING: If you're looking for a quick jerk off story then you're not going to
find it here, but if you enjoy stories with deep character development then this
story will be for you. My chapters may contain extreme situations that may not
be suitable for all audiences that may include violence, and sexual situations.
Reader's discretion is advised.

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Everyone sat cramped together in the backseat of Bill's car, quietly pondering
the day's events. In the midst of the silence, and the mild popping of rocks
shooting out from under the car's tires, Jacob could feel the anger that had
gripped him earlier on the island begin to dissipate from him.

Once he was calm and collected, his logical mind began working. It was a breath
of fresh air, because he was no longer clouded by his rage. His thoughts were
now free and clear to think, objectively, and able to make important decisions.
`Should we ever return to the camp? Or even more so, do I ever want to see those
boys again,' Jacob thought. Deep down inside, he knew he didn't hate them or
hold any resentment towards them; despite the obvious reasons.

Jacob finally came to the conclusion that he didn't know, and decided to find
out how everyone else felt about the day. For the most part, all of them agreed
that swimming in the pool was rather fun, seeing all of those naked boys even
more so, but when Matthew brought up Lover's Cove, everyone's voices went down
an octave.

The island had been Jacob and Kyle's worst part of the day. For Nicolas and
Matthew, the happenings on the island left them feeling a bit discontent,
especially with the way Jacob had acted; but to an extent, they understood the
reasoning behind Jacob's actions.

In view of everything that happened while on the campground, they agreed that it
was filled with some fun and excitement, minus those glaring issues. However,
the more they talked, the more Jacob became okay with going back, providing his
standpoint was accepted by everyone; that there wouldn't be any sexual contact
between them. If this was all fine and dandy, then he hoped that on Wednesday,
they could return since they would have the day off due to a countywide school
board meeting.

However, while in the midst of their private conversation, they failed to
realize that Bill had stopped the car and had pulled up in front of Nicolas'
house. Bill quickly interrupted the boys and informed them they had arrived at
their destination.

Nicolas was quick to thank Bill for driving him home, gave him a firm handshake,
and swiftly hopped out of the backseat of the car, and Matthew followed. Jacob
saw this and figured that Matthew needed a moment to say goodbye to his
boyfriend; all eyes were now looking out the window.

"Nicolas, I just wanted you to know that I'm really glad we got to spend time
together, today and yesterday," Matthew spoke softly, hands in his pockets.

"Me too, I really enjoyed our time together; after all, it's brought us closer
together, at least I think it did."

Matthew smiled and felt his heart become warm and fuzzy. "Good, I'm glad you
said that. So, did you wanna hang out again, you know tomorrow after school?"

"Let me think about this for a moment ... you bet I do! Anyway, I think I'd better
get inside before Mom starts to worry about me," Nicolas mentioned, grabbing
Matthew by the hand and rubbing his thumb over Matthew's.

Matthew looked down towards his hand and saw the affection that Nicolas was
showing towards him. He looked back up, tilted his head, and stared directly
into Nicolas' eyes. "You've never been this lovey-dovey before. What's changed?"

"What hasn't changed? Because there's too much for me to even list, but I guess
the only way I know how to explain it is, that I see you for who you really
are." Nicolas replied with his head tilted to the side to match Matthew's head
angle.

"Oh, well um, I'm not sure I even know what means. It sounds really romantic
though." Matthew giggled.

"Let me show you romantic," Nicolas whispered, moving his head forward and
planting a kiss onto Matthew's lips.

Jacob and Kyle watched through the backseat window while Matthew and Nicolas
kissed. Deep in the pits of their stomach, they knew this wasn't just any
ordinary kiss; for this kiss spoke of something more, something very different.

Matthew and Nicolas were so consumed by their love for one another within that
short, blissful, moment that when their lips touched, they exhaled through their
noses slowly. Matthew's head rolled back as Nicolas mashed their lips together
passionately, while continuing to rub Matthew's knuckles. When their lips
finally parted, the word `Wow' exited from their tender lips at the level below
a whisper; they were both surprised by what had just happened that they smiled
at one another in a daze.

"Well, you'd better get inside," Matthew suggested, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Thank you again for bringing me to the camp. I had
a lot of fun." Nicolas gave a quick peck onto Matthew's lips and ran towards his
house. A quick wave then followed before shutting the door behind him.

Matthew stumbled around the front of the car, still in a daze from the kiss that
made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He couldn't stop himself
from smiling, even while he got himself into the backseat of the car beside
Jacob and Kyle. "I'd say that was a wow moment for you Matthew, a Kodak moment,"
Bill giggled, head turned around, facing Matthew. "You know, I wish your mother
could've seen this, I really do."

"Speaking of Mother, and I'm sorry to have to break up this special moment
Matthew, but are you finally going to tell us where she is or isn't? Because
this isn't some sort of top secret game, and we all want to know ..." Jacob
scowled bitterly.

This came out of nowhere, catching everyone off guard, and broke Matthew out of
his dazed state. There was no reason for him to ask the way he had and it
infuriated Kyle. He quickly turned his head towards Jacob, gave a look of
disapproval, and withdrew his hand from Jacob's grasp.

Bill took a breath and exhaled through his nose. "Yes, I suppose now is a good
time as any," he said, pausing momentarily. "Well, after dropping you guys off
at the mall, I came home to find no one there. After I received no response to
my beckon, I went upstairs to our room to check and see if she was sleeping, but
she wasn't there either. What I found instead was a note on our bed. The note
said that it was too much for her to bear right now. She also said that she
still loves you boys and that she didn't want you to feel uncomfortable after
the way she'd reacted. So in saying that, she just needs some time alone to
process everything."

"Did she say where she went?" Matthew quickly questioned.

"Yes, I do know where she went. However, I think it's best to withhold that
information from you right now. She just needs some time to be left alone so she
can figure things out in that thick skull of hers," Bill told the boys.

"BUT –" Matthew swiftly cried out.

Bill stopped Matthew dead in his tracks. "There will be no buts. That's all I'm
going to say of it, understood?"

Matthew didn't heed his father's warning and went to open his mouth once again
in protest, but before he could manage to do so, Jacob elbowed him in the chest
to reaffirm his father's desire. "Okay Dad we understand, loud and clear," Jacob
groaned. Although, as much as he wanted to side with Matthew, he felt that he
couldn't press the issue any further. He didn't much like this secrecy either,
in fact it was tremendously frustrating. Not knowing the whereabouts of their
mother was like their father saying that they no longer mattered, they weren't
important, and this was the end for them all. `Are we going to end up like Kyle?
Is our mother leaving us? What's she trying to hide? Why is she running? What is
she running from?' Jacob thought swiftly, but he knew he couldn't answer this
for himself, nor could he get the answers he desired at present because their
father had slammed that door shut. The conversation was over; they were
defeated, and starved for answers.

Bill returned his gaze back to the windshield, tightened his grip around the
steering wheel, and sat silent for a moment. Inside he had a mixed bag of
feelings. He knew it was wrong to hide some of the more distressing details from
the boys, but he felt it was the right thing to do at present. After all, it was
his parental duty, a commission of any good father, to protect their children
and their significant others from anyone who'd try to harm them; physically or
otherwise. That commission also signified that he had to protect them from his
wife, as sad as that may have been.

There was no point in lying to himself, or even trying to deny it; he was still
very displeased with his wife, specifically in the way she had acted when they
found out their boys were gay. However, it was inexcusable what she had done;
there wasn't any way he could justify her actions and the words she used against
their children, for those words were meant for harm and meant to cut like a
sharpened steel sword.

Not only had Sarah managed to scar everyone that was present to see this entire
fiasco, but it managed to scar him as well, and he couldn't forgive her for
that. He knew she was out of line and had no right whatsoever to put down the
boys like that.

With all of these things considered, he still loved his wife, no matter what;
vows were vows, to death do us part, through good times and bad. That's not to
say what she'd done was in any way acceptable, but he understood her need for
space to figure out this entire situation in her thick skull; he knew of her
stubbornness all too well, after twenty years of marriage, now was the time to
wait for it held the answers of what was to happen next.

 "Are you okay Daddy? You look like your mad at us, I can see your face turning
 red," Matthew beckoned from the backseat.

"What? No. No I'm not mad at you, why would I be mad?"

Matthew shrugged. "I don't know. You just look mad."

"Sorry, I'm just thinking, that's all, I promise. Now where do you live Kyle?"

"About four blocks away from your house. I'll tell you where to turn when we get
closer," Kyle instructed Bill. "So just start heading towards your house."

Jacob looked at Matthew and poked him in the shoulder. "So, Matthew, I believe
you have some explaining to do." Matthew gave his brother a weird look, and
Jacob rolled his eyes. "Dude, I think you should tell us about that little kiss
we just saw a few moments ago."

Matthew's face turned beet red after Jacob asked this that he couldn't contain
the smile that came across his face. "I don't know it kinda just, you know,
happened."

"You really do love him don't you Matthew? You know if I'm being honest, I feel
somewhat bad about what I said to myself earlier. I thought Kyle and I weren't
anything like you, that only he and I loved each other. I'm sorry Matthew, but
it's all too clear to me now, I see the truth. We're exactly the same," Jacob
spoke soft and sincere.

"It's okay Jacob. I understand what you meant about being exclusive and I think
you're right about that one."

Jacob was shocked to hear those words come from his brother's lips. Somehow, his
off the fly comment about being exclusive with Kyle hadn't gone left unnoticed.
It made Jacob happy that his brother was able to see some truth and bring
meaning to it in a practical way.

Kyle smiled casually towards Matthew; he too was happy about Matthew
understanding this great fundamental of being exclusive. "It's number twenty-
four on the left hand side ... yeah right where that blue sedan is parked," Kyle
directed. Bill then pulled up in front of Kyle's house and placed the car into
park.

"Well my good sir, we've reached your destination. Shall I get out and grab the
door for you?" Bill joked, trying to act all-important.

"Oh, so you think your all funny like Ha-Ha do you Daddy? Well guess what! You
FAILED! So stop trying to make fun, because you're no good at it," Matthew said
playfully.

"Well thank you for everything Bill I really appreciate it." Kyle shook Bill's
hand, gave him a pat on the back, and hopped out of the car with Jacob.

Kyle poked his head back into the car through the passenger window. "Do you mind
if I steal Jacob away for about ten minutes?"

"Sure go right ahead, I'll be waiting right here for your return like any good
chauffeur would do for his clientele," Bill said, belting out a deep bass toned
chuckle.

"HA you're so funny! Good one Daddy," Matthew belted out laughing in the
backseat.

Jacob rolled his eyes at his father, and before he knew it, Kyle had grabbed him
by the wrist and begun pulling him towards the front door of the house. Jacob
had no idea what Kyle was planning to do, nor did he know why Kyle was quite
literally dragging him. Kyle quickly let go of Jacob, unlocked the front door,
and entered into the house.

"Are you home Mom?" Kyle beckoned into the house.

"Yes honey, I'm just in the kitchen. Hey, do you smell that sweet aroma? Can you
tell me what it is baby?" Michelle yelled back.

Jacob pointed his nose into the air and took a sniff; something fresh, sweet,
possibly peanut butter or oatmeal hit his nostrils. Kyle smiled and continued
pulling Jacob towards his mother.

Michelle was standing at the kitchen counter, flipping something over on a
baking tray. "Mom, I need to tell you something," Kyle beckoned. Michelle turned
around, wearing a bright pink apron, big red flowers scattered across the front,
#1 mom embroidered across the top.

"And what could you possibly want to tell me honey?" Michelle questioned,
curiously.

Kyle took a breath. "Well, at first I wasn't quite being honest with you about
Jacob, you see, um, he's actually my boyfriend and I love him very much. I
guess, I'm telling you all of this because I want your blessing," Kyle announced
boldly.

Michelle nodded her head, turned around, and grabbed the baking tray from the
counter before returning to face the boys. "Do you boys want a cookie? I've just
finished baking them; they're your favorite, half peanut butter, half oatmeal."

Kyle slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes. "No, we don't want a cookie Mom!"

Jacob went to grab one, but Kyle quickly pulled him back.

"I was only kidding Kyle. It's only natural – you shall have my blessing and
then some. As long as you're happy, then I'm happy. On a side note, do you
honestly think you could pull the wool over Mommy's eyes? Of course I knew, I'm
your mother we know these things." She concluded, walking towards them and
embracing them with a hug and a kiss upon the forehead.

"Well I wouldn't mind a cookie for the road and one for my brother too please."
Jacob joked. Kyle smirked and they all burst out into laughter.

After their joyful laughter had all but died down, Michelle returned her
attention to baking more cookies and Kyle escorted Jacob off to the other side
of the kitchen. "Well thanks for today. I love you very much Jacob and I hope
you know that. So, how about after school tomorrow we come back here to hang
out, just us."

"Actually that sounds like an excellent idea. I'd love to come over and just
hang, especially to see your room. I bet you have Justin Bieber posters all over
your walls."

"So, somebody thinks they're a comedian now."

Jacob shook his head. "You know I'm only joking ... right?"

"Yes, of course I know you're joking." Kyle said, punching Jacob in the
shoulder, lightly, like a love tap. "Then it's all set, we'll come here after
school and find something to keep ourselves occupied." He then winked and
grabbed for Jacob; he held him tightly within his arms and felt happy to be with
the love of his life. "I know I say this a lot, but I really do love you, so
very much."

"Oh Kyle, I know that you do," Jacob said softly, bringing his forehead against
Kyle's own. He felt so close to Kyle at this precise moment, and he knew that
something had to be done in response to what he was feeling, yearning for, or
else he might explode.

Jacob began staring into Kyle's majestic blue eyes and dared to look deep within
his soul. While doing so, his gaze became bolder and soon thereafter images
began popping into his mind. As if it were all a slideshow, he saw flowers, a
child laughing, two men sitting on a plaid blanket, and a picnic basket close
by; fragments of a picture.

The need for action, including the desire for more, quickly gripped Jacob and he
lunged forward and pressed his lips against Kyle's own. It was as if it were
air, they needed this to survive for another moment in time. They showed each
other their affections for one another with the lashing of tongues, while
licking about in each other's mouths. In the background, an old grandfather
clock clunked away with each passing second. By the time they broke away from
their kiss, they realized that they were still in presence of Kyle's mother,
Michelle.

Kyle turned around and peered towards his mother, she was watching them and
attentively at that. Jacob noticed this too. "Sorry about that Michelle," Jacob
said.

"No, no, that's perfectly all right. I can clearly see just how much you two
love each other. Therefore I have no gripes," she said nonchalantly.

Jacob and Kyle's eyes gleamed towards Michelle. If there was ever any doubt of
her acceptance and love for them, it was gone in that instant; for they now
knew, she truly meant it from the heart.

More kissing then ensued, a kiss here, a kiss there. Eventually Kyle suggested
that it was time for Jacob to go home since his father was still waiting outside
in the car. "Your Dad's still waiting for you, and I bet he's getting impatient,
so I'll see you tomorrow," he said, giving Jacob one last kiss upon the lips.
Jacob nodded and headed towards the front door.

"Good night my sweet prince," Jacob shouted back before exiting out the front
door.

Kyle turned around, sat himself down at the kitchen table. "So did you have a
good weekend with Jacob and Matthew?" Michelle questioned.

"Loads, we went to the mall, a camp, hung out. Overall it was a fun weekend,"
Kyle informed his mother.

"Good I'm glad," she smiled. "This is the first time in quite a while that I've
seen you this happy. I'm very pleased and excited for you and Jacob."

"Thanks Mom, that really means the world to me. I'm so lucky to have a mother
like you. You love me no matter what; I can feel it, hear it, and see it. Thank
you for being the person I've always needed and never knew I had. Jacob and I
are very happy just so you know, and he really does mean everything to me."

"You don't need to tell me that honey, I can see it, but it's getting late, so
why don't you start getting yourself ready for bed. I know it's a little early
for you and all, but I'm sure you need to rest up in order to get up for school
in the morning," Michelle instructed.

"You're probably right Mom, so I'll say goodnight to you now, and I'll see you
tomorrow," Kyle said.

Kyle wasn't interested in making a fuss, because he had something to do before
heading off to bed. Thus, he planted a kiss onto his mother's cheek and started
making his way upstairs and into his bedroom. After closing the door and turning
on the light, he walked to his dresser and pulled it away from the wall. A small
black notebook lay behind, hidden from sight. He swiftly grabbed a hold of it
and returned his dresser back into place.

The notebook held many deep secrets, many emotional journeys, all of which was
written in pencil and ink. Some pages had poetry, some pictures, but many were
of personal thoughts, pains, joys, and confusion. This little book had been a
friend in his darkest of days, a place where he knew his secrets were safe,
where he could vent and share his innermost feelings within the confines of the
pages.

Kyle walked to his bedside, grabbed a pen from the nightstand, and sat himself
down on the bed. He opened his notebook midway and found his last entry, which
he wrote the day before his life had changed forever; the day he and Jacob first
talked and kissed. Kyle chose not to reflect on the content of that entry, so he
simply turned over to the next page and began to write.

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Dear diary,

So many amazing, beautiful things have happened in my life this past week. I
feel whole for the first time in a long time. I know that without any doubt in
my mind that Jacob loves and accepts me for who I am.

Today we even went to a camp and had a lot of fun with some new boys that we met
at the Naples Mall. Even though I didn't like some of the things that had
happened, it helped me realize just how much more I appreciate and love Jacob.
He and I are soul mates, together, forever.

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Kyle was satisfied with what he had managed scribble down, in fact, he was quite
proud that he was able to convey how he truly felt in writing; compared to what
he had written on the previous page only last week, this was like night and day.

Now finished with the task he'd set out to do before bed, he got himself
undressed and under the covers. From there, he decided to look through his
diary, which he's had for the past four years. The first entry was dated May 2nd
2008 and read, `Today I realized some new things. It makes me feel confused and
I don't know what I should do. There's this new kid in my class; he's cute, and
I don't know why I think that, but am I not supposed to like girls like everyone
else? Maybe I will know the answers tomorrow when I ask Daddy.'

Kyle had forgotten about asking his father what it all meant. The memory then
flooded into his mind: he approached his father the following morning, asked him
what it meant to like boys. A stern look upon his father's face showed his
disapproval, and that was the end of that.

The next page listed an entry from January 12th 2009, `You're the only one who
knows the truth. I think that I might like boys. I can't deny it anymore. I feel
like I'm wrong and dirty. Why do I have to feel this way? Why can't I just be
normal?'

Tears formed in his eyes when he turned to the next page. An entry from February
16th 2009 stared him in the face, `I don't know what to do. I just wish I could
be normal and like girls. Like everyone else does. Maybe it would be better if I
just swallowed all my mom's pills.'

Kyle turned the page and hoped he'd find something good to comfort him and make
him feel happy again. Instead, he found an entry dated May 6th 2009, `I'm sorry
I haven't taken the time to write in a while. Life's gotten harder for me. Mom
says Dad left us. This makes me sad. Why did he have to leave us? Today was bad
for me too. I was made fun of by some kids after they caught me looking at one
of the boys in our class. They even spread a rumor about me too. Life really
sucks, big time.'

He couldn't continue; the memories were becoming too vivid, too real in his mind
again. Reading his journal was blurring the happiness that he felt no less than
an hour ago. He knew he had to stop, or feel the consequences. He peered at his
closet, which still rested slightly ajar, and sighed. He then placed the
notebook upon his chest and tried to stop himself from crying.

Within a few minutes, he had cleared his mind from all the painful thoughts.
Only by remembering what he currently had, and not the lack thereof, was he able
to get his body to calm down. After bringing calm to the storm that raged within
his mind, his eyes became heavy, and he slowly drifted away into a restful sleep
with his journal still clenched tight to his chest. Shortly afterward, Kyle
rolled over and the journal fell to the floor and landed beside his bed.

By the time Kyle had fallen asleep, Jacob and Matthew had made it home. When
they arrived at the house, they went straight into the living room and turned on
the television to relax for a while before heading off to bed. Bill sat himself
down at the far end, closest to the wall and Matthew and Jacob lay snuggled
together on the other side of the couch.

Suddenly, Josh and Kinshi's commercial appeared across the screen. Bill got a
good chuckle from it and agreed that it was a little over the top, but gave
credit where credit was due because he thought it was an interesting twist on
the normally dull theme parks that he'd been accustomed to. Bill then decided
that he would take the time to call their parents tomorrow to discuss them going
to Orlando for the weekend for a visit.

An hour later, Matthew and Jacob lay sound asleep, snoring up a storm. Bill
gently tapped their noggins and suggested that it was time for them to head up
to bed. However, Matthew didn't budge; he was dead to the world, like a wet log.
This also hindered Jacob from getting up since Matthew had fallen asleep on his
thighs and he was unable to move because of this. When Bill's constant nudging
failed to wake Matthew, he got up from the couch and scooped Matthew in his
arms. This freed Jacob from his tomb. With Matthew's dead weight taken off him,
he went to get up and as soon as he planted his feet down, he fell like a rock
to the floor.

"Am I going to have to carry you too Jacob?" Bill laughed.

"No, I'll be all right, I just need a minute. I think Matthew cut the
circulation off to my legs," Jacob replied, attempting to get back onto his
feet. "Good to go," he informed his father, limping towards the stairs.

By the time Jacob had reached the top step, Bill had already placed Matthew in
bed, and was closing the door when Jacob beckoned towards him. "Are you heading
off to bed now Dad?"

"No, I'm going to stay up a little while longer. Why do you ask?" Bill
questioned.

"I was just curious, that's all," Jacob lied.

"Okay Jacob, well I'll be the one waking you up in the morning for school. So
please try to get a good night's sleep, okay?" Bill instructed, making his way
back downstairs.

After making sure that his father had gone downstairs to watch some more
television, he slowly began tiptoeing down the hallway until he was standing
directly in front of his parents' bedroom. With a gentle touch, he took ahold of
the doorknob, turned it ever so slightly, until it was fully turned without
making a sound. He then pushed the door open and flipped on the light.

When he looked around, he saw everything as it always had been, the only
difference being that his mother's side of the bed lay perfectly manicured and
unused. Jacob shrugged this off and continued tiptoeing around his parent's
bedroom. As his eyes peered around looking for anything that looked obscure, he
noticed the dresser slightly ajar and quickly went over to inspect it. In his
efforts, he hoped he would find what needed to be found, however his hands came
up empty. He then sat down on his parent's bed, thought, and eyed around the
room. A trashcan soon caught his gaze; it peered back at him from the en suite
bathroom.

`Maybe it's in there, possibly, hopefully,' Jacob thought, swiftly getting up
from the bed and walking towards the trashcan to look inside it. Bathroom
tissue, an old receipt, and paper crumpled up into a ball lay inside the plastic
bag. Jacob's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree the moment he saw it, his arms
darted directly for the piece of paper and began unraveling it.

This was what he desired to find; the letter his mother had written. He knew
this only because the first words written across the top of the paper read `Dear
Bill,' which stuck out like a sore thumb to him because he'd never known his
mother to write notes to his father. With haste, he stuck the crumpled paper
into his back pocket and began tiptoeing out of his parent's room. He closed the
bedroom door as quietly as possible and returned to his room.

Jacob quickly closed his bedroom door, turned on the light, and pulled the note
out from his back pocket as he made his way towards his bed. Along the way, he
began unraveling the letter, and attempted to return it back to its original
condition. Slowly he sat down and began reading.

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Dear Bill,

I'm sorry but I refuse to accept that both our children are homosexuals,
faggots, gay, whatever you want to fucking call them. I don't care; just choose
the name that suits you best. You must know that this isn't normal. I'm
beginning to believe that someone has sexually abused our boys because this
whole situation isn't normal, not even slightly. Who could have done this to
them I don't know, but it has to be the answer to all of this. It just has to
be.

However, I believe there's still hope in all of this, I think we can easily fix
this. The first step is to get them both in counseling, and for that, I've
already spoken with Dr. Jones and asked for his recommendation.

Then we'll need to help them find some girlfriends. We have to fix this, because
if you're not with me then you're against me. I'm sorry but you've really pissed
me off today. How dare I? How about how dare you! How dare you take their side,
how dare you not stick up for me and how I felt. I want grandchildren and
grandchildren I'll have. I will try to fix this even if it kills me.

If for whatever reason you come to your senses and you want to help me fix our
children then I'll be at my sister Jessica's house. I also don't want you
telling the boy's where I am; I refuse to hear any of their excuses.

From your wife, Sarah

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When Jacob had finished reading the letter, he grabbed for his pillow and threw
it clear across the room. He wished Kyle were here, holding him in a tight
embrace, helping him bring comfort to his broken heart. Kyle always seemed to
have the right words to say, the right touch; if he ever needed Kyle, it was
right now.

He felt so alone and sad after what he'd just read that tears began welling up
in his eyes and started falling down his cheeks. It felt as if each tear was hot
as fire, burning embers, scorching their way down his tender cheeks.

Jacob didn't know what to think anymore. He had believed everything his father
had told them; yet, it had all been a lie. She hadn't accepted them at all, not
even remotely. She hated them and wanted to change them into what she desired.

Jacob finally decided to lie down and ponder the letter further within his mind.
However, before he even had a chance to think about it, he was interrupted.

Bill opened the door, peeked his head inside. "I saw that your light was still
on under the doorway. What are you still ... shit, are you crying?" he asked.
Jacob merely nodded, wiped the tears from his eyes. "Oh buddy, what's wrong?"

"Promise you won't be mad?" he muttered with the heaving of his chest. Bill
nodded, and Jacob continued. "I snuck into your room and found the letter Mom
wrote."

"Oh Jacob ... I really didn't want you to find that. I'm sorry," Bill apologized,
his voice lowering with each syllable, while walking towards his son and
planting his butt down beside him.

Jacob wiped his eyes again. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry I snuck into your room."

"It's okay Jacob. Sometimes curiosity can get the better of us. Just please do
me a favor and give her some time to think things through. I know what you read
was hurtful, for that, I'm sorry too. You don't deserve that, no one does. I
feel that she'll come around eventually and realize her mistake, but as of right
now, she's speaking out of pure lunacy. I know deep down she loves you very
much, and your brother too. Just don't tell Matthew what you've read, please."

"Okay Dad, I'll keep it a secret, promise."

"Good. Now please try to get some sleep. We'll talk more about this tomorrow,
well that's if you want."

"But I'm going over to Kyle's house tomorrow."

"Okay, well, I'll be here if you need someone to talk to, okay buddy?"

Jacob quickly nodded. Bill nodded back, planted a kiss onto Jacob's forehead,
and went to return the pillow back to the bed. "Good night Jacob," he said,
closing the door. Jacob continued staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes
before finally closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.

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Authors notes:

So much drama is seen within this chapter. But even still, I hope you've
thoroughly enjoyed it. As much of the buildup has been, some questions remain
unanswered. Who thought Sarah could be so psycho? Is there more Sarah could do
to hurt the boys than she's done already? Kyle's journal holds many secrets,
what will come out?

Also as a side note, the next chapter is going to be fun. I've held onto this
chapter for a long time now, and believe me when I say this "I'm more excited to
get it out than you are. Believe that."

As always, please let me know what you thought of this chapter at
podiumdavis@gmail.com

Again, thank you for reading my story.

Also, please feel free to check out my other stories by going to:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#andrewdavis Or
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~Cheers~

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