Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:34:15 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 17 of Just Like Scott by Hans Schreiber

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Chapter 17
A Tangled Web

       Scott kick-started his dirt bike and rode down into Mr. Jenkins'
lane. He crossed the road and travelled along the gravel edge towards his
house. He nervously surveyed the landscape for any policemen. Even if he
got caught, he didn't care because all he could think about was getting
home to Sammy.

	He pulled into the driveway and leaned the bike against the garage
door. He pulled his helmet off and hung it on the handlebars then rushed
into the house. He found his mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table in
deep discussion. "Where's Sammy?" There was urgency in his voice. His mom
told him Sammy was in his room and Scott rushed in and closed the door
behind him.

       Sammy was lying on his bed with a pathetically sad look, hugging his
stuffed animals. Scott climbed onto the bed and slid over next to his
little brother. "Sammy, I have to talk to you. This is way important and
you have to trust me, okay?" Sammy didn't answer but he turned and looked
at his older brother.

       "Sammy, when we came home this afternoon, I found my pillows off my
bed and my sex lube hidden under them. I'm afraid Tom didn't really save
you. I'm afraid he hurt you and you're scared or embarrassed to talk about
it. Did Tom hurt you?"

       Sammy pulled both lips in between his teeth and looked away. Tears
trickled down his cheeks and he shook his head, "No. Tom saved me. He
didn't hurt me."

       "Saved you from what?" Scott pleaded. "Sammy, talk to me man. I'll
protect you. I want to help you. Wait. Was it Mike? Did Mike come here and
try to attack you or make you have sex with him?"

       "No." Sammy dropped his stuffed animals and pounded his fists
against his forehead until Scott took hold of them and restrained
him. Sammy cried, "I ... it wasn't Tom and it wasn't Mike. It ... was
nobody. I just got sick and I was scared. That's all." Scott pulled him
into an embrace and Sammy clung to him for a long time.

       "Sammy. I love you man. I'm sorry if I've done anything that's hurt
you. I don't know why you won't tell what really happened, but we have to
stop all the lies, dude. We've been telling too many. We have to stop."
Sammy just held on to Scott in silence as Devon's words pounded in his
brain.

       Finally, Scott laid Sammy back against his pillow and handed him his
stuffed animals back. He walked sadly out of the room and into his bedroom,
then on into the kitchen. "Mom, dad? I have to tell you something." Scott
took a deep breath and sat down wiping at tears that were already starting
to trickle down his cheeks. His parents looked at him like "Now what?"

       "When we got home from Boise today, I found my pillows off my bed
and on the floor. When I picked them up, I found this under them." Scott
handed the bottle of lubricant to his father who took it with a shocked
look on his face. "I think someone forced themselves on Sammy, or at least
tried to. I also found used tissues that I threw in my trash can." Scott's
mother gasped and clutched her hands to her breast. Scott continued, "I
tried to get him to tell me, but he won't. He's scared for some reason, but
I can tell he's hiding something."

       "Yes," his father agreed, "We know he is too and I think this helps
explain why he might be. Scott, why didn't you show us this before?"

       "There's more to tell." Scott bit his lip and looked off into the
hallway. He gathered his courage and said. "I think it may have been either
Tom or my friend, Mike that did it."

       "Mike? Why would you suspect Mike?" interrupted his mother.

       "I didn't show you the lube because ..." Scott faltered and his lip
started quivering. His insides were churning and then he said, "Because it
belongs to me. Mike and I have been messing around with each other since I
was twelve. We use the lube to smear on us and then lie on each other and
rub between our legs, pretending we're having sex. I'm so sorry." Mike
started to cry in earnest, dropping his head and pinching the bridge of his
nose with his fist. He pounded on his thigh with his other fist.  His
mother looked on in speechless shock.

       Scott's father got up and moved across to where Scott was sitting
and lifted him from his chair. He pulled him in close and Scott gripped his
father and sobbed, "I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I'm sorry."

       "No one hates you, son. We love you." After Scott got most of it out
while his father held him and his mom looked on in stunned silence, his
father asked, "Why would you suspect Mike just because the two of you
experimented with sex together?"

       Scott sat back down and his father moved a chair around to sit
closer as Scott explained, "When I got back from camp, I found out that
while Mike was here watching Sammy, the two of them did some sex stuff
together. I tried to get Sammy to tell me if Mike forced it on him but he
denied it. I approached Mike about it and Mike denied forcing or even
coaxing Sammy to do anything, but he admitted that Sammy talked him into
doing some sex stuff together. So, I don't know what to believe."

       "Is that what caused the problems between you and Mike?" his mother
asked.

       Scott nodded. "That's what started it. Yes."

       "And why do you suspect Tom?" asked his father calmly.

       "The real reason I came home from camp early is because Tom and I
got into some trouble. We were messing around in our tent. Nothing bad. We
were just messing around and the campers in the next tent misunderstood
what was going on and thought Tom was hurting me. They ran to the office
and when the staff guy came back he caught Tom and me." Scott stopped
wanting to make sure he worded it right.

       "Caught you what?" asked his father plainly.

       "Messing around together naked. He jumped to conclusions about Tom
and they kicked him out and said I could stay but I didn't want to after
that. So they paid me all my wages if I promised not to tell about it and I
called you to come and get me."

       Now Scott's father sat back. Studied Scott for a minute and asked,
"Anything else you need to get off your chest?" Scott shook his head.

       "I think it's time we called the police." Mr. Johnson stood up and
headed for the phone. Scott dropped his head into his hands. He had no more
tears to shed. He was numb. He'd held back the information about all the
sex at the reservoir. It didn't seem to figure in and Scott thought his
parents had heard about all they could handle at the moment.

       "Oh dear, is that really necessary? Can't we just try and sort this
out?" asked his mother.

       "No. Clearly a crime has occurred of some sort and little Sammy's
the victim. I'm responsible for being gone with work so much. I should have
been here to protect him. We have to report this and get help for Sammy."

       "It's not your fault. I'm to blame. I left him alone and I've been
too hard on the poor child. I thought since he was getting older and wanted
to be treated like he was older, letting him be home by himself and
responsible to get to his game would be good for him. What did I do?"
Mrs. Johnson got up and hurried to Sammy's room where she held him in her
arms and apologized and cried with him."

       Within a half hour, a uniformed policeman came. Mr. Johnson let him
in and they sat together in the living room talking. After a bit, he asked
Scott to join them. Scott recounted everything and the officer asked to see
Scott's room. He instructed for no one to touch anything until the
detectives arrived. He did take the lube bottle and place it into a plastic
bag. Soon, the detectives did arrive along with a social worker. The social
worker talked with Sammy in his room while Scott recounted his entire story
once more to the detectives.

       They sent a patrolman over to Mike's house where they spoke with his
parents asking about his whereabouts during the early afternoon. Mike's
mother confirmed that Mike had been with her at a church youth activity he
had helped to plan, and she had chaperoned, from ten 'til four. The
patrolman wouldn't tell her why he needed to know, but explained they were
just checking a lead and it turned out to be a false one and not to worry
about it. Naturally they did worry, but Mike honestly and believably
explained that he had no idea what it was about.

       That left Tom. The detectives read the note and got the information
for the camp. They contacted the Camp Director, who, when faced with the
direct questioning by the police, told them all that had transpired from
his perspective. When asked why he didn't report it before, he simply said
he didn't think it was any use since Scott refused to admit what was done
to him.

       "Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, come in here please. I have some disturbing
news. Scott, you should come in as well." They all filed in and sat down as
the chief detective outlined his findings. It was now around nine o'clock
and Scott was physically and emotionally exhausted from his roller coaster
day.

       The detective took a breath and began. "We have cleared your friend,
Mike, as a suspect. He has a solid alibi. We have, however, spoken with the
camp director at Camp Challenge and he has given us some rather disturbing
news. It seems he was dismissed early as a camp counselor along with your
son, Scott here," he nodded at Scott and continued, "because he was caught
in the act of raping your son in a tent by a staff member."

       "No. That's not true. He didn't rape me!" objected Scott. "We were
just like playing around. Like play fighting and we were naked. He didn't
rape me!"

       "Okay. Calm down. Either way, it's a pretty strong indicator. It
also appears that a restraining order was placed on this Tom Morris guy
because he was caught engaging in sexual relations in a hotel room with a
high school basketball teammate and then continued to call and stalk the
boy he penetrated until the boy's father had to get a restraining order."

       It got worse. "In addition, from doorstep interviews with some
neighbors this evening, two of them reported seeing a young, tall, athletic
man hanging around the neighborhood the last couple days seemingly watching
your house. It fits the description you gave of Tom."

       Scott didn't think he could take any more. The weight of the world
fell on him as he realized he had led Tom into Sammy's life and was the
cause of this nightmare. He had betrayed his little brother. He wondered
how it was possible for Tom - sweet, kind, understanding Tom - to have done
this.

       "We have issued a warrant for Tom's arrest which should be happening
any time now. You can be sure we take child abuse very seriously and will
prosecute this diligently. It will be hard on all of your and your sons
will have to testify. There is bound to be some backlash in the community
and you should prepare yourselves for it. There are social workers
available to you if you will accept them and I suggest you do.

       Scott's mom was crying and his dad was staring blankly at the
detective.

       "Mrs. Johnson, would you go be with Sammy for a bit, please?" the
social worker requested. She pulled the detective aside and spoke with him
while Scott's mom made her way to Sammy's room.

       "Sammy refuses still to tell exactly what happened and what Tom did
to him. He apparently has threatened him in a way that has Sammy very
scared. It may take some time for it to come out since the trauma is still
pretty fresh for the poor kid." The detective sounded so clinical about it
as he relayed what the social worker told him. It was as if he were talking
about how to repair a motorbike that wouldn't start, just part of his
shitty job.

       In Boise, Tom's aunt was startled by the late night knock on her
door. She was shocked to find two uniformed policemen on her doorstep. "Is
your nephew, Tom Morris here?"

       "Yes. He's in his room. Why?" she responded.

       "We need to speak with him. May we come in?"

       "Certainly. Tom," she called out. Her husband walked in but before
he could ask what was going on, Tom came out of his room. One officer
circled around behind Tom as the other asked if he was Tom Morris.

       "Yes. Why?" The officer behind him took a wrist and handcuffed it,
then grabbed the other. Tom instinctively resisted at first and the officer
facing him aimed his stun gun. Tom stopped resisting and the cuffs were
secured. "What is this?" he demanded.

       "You are under arrest in connection with the rape of a minor child."
The color drained from Tom's face and his knees weakened. His aunt cried
out and fell into her husband's arms. Tom scarcely even registered that the
officer was speaking as his rights were read. "Mr. MORRIS! Do you
understand what I just told you about your rights." The officer had to ask
a second time.

       "Yes. I guess," muttered Tom. He assumed that somehow the camp
director changed his mind about keeping the whole matter with Scott
quiet. He assumed his life was officially ruined over a stupid sex act in
the tent that night. He hung his head as he was led out of the house and
into the squad car.

       At the station, they took his cell phone, wallet, and keys and he
was booked and placed in a holding cell with seven other criminals. It was
disgusting and frightening. He was offered a phone call but had no one to
call. He sat in silence and stared at the cement floor. A drunk next to him
vomited and that caused Tom to do the same. The sour bile in his mouth
matched his feelings about himself. He slid away and fought to control the
urge to throw up again. What a mess he had made. After a couple of hours,
he was led into a room and asked if he was willing to answer some
questions. He was advised that he could have an attorney present and that
one could be appointed for him. He declined the attorney. He didn't care
anymore.

       "Did you drive to Nampa today?" The question surprised Tom. He
wondered why that would matter.

       "Yes."

       "Did you go to the Johnson home?"

       "Yes."

       "Why did you go there?"

       "I owed some money to Scott Johnson and I took it to him."

       "Did you enter the home?"

       "Yes."

       "Was anyone at home?"

       "Only Scott's little brother, Sammy. But what's ..."

       "We're asking the questions for now. Did you speak with Sammy?"

       "Yes. Of course. So."

       "Did you touch Sammy or did you ask him to touch you?"

       "What? You mean like sexually? Are you saying you think I perved on
Scott's little brother? Hell no."

       "Did you get him naked." Tom paused and wasn't sure how to
answer. He realized now this had nothing to do with Scott at Camp
Challenge. He wondered if they already knew he had seen Sammy naked and
wasn't sure what to say, so he opted for the truth.

       "Yes I saw him naked, but it was innocently. He was just changing
his clothes in front of me, so I could take him to his friend's house. He
was frightened by something and said I saved him. He didn't tell me what
frightened him. It wasn't perverted at all. I would never do that."

       "Really? Would you engage in forced sex with his older brother at
Camp Challenge? Or would you rape your teammate on the high school
basketball team and then stalk him afterwards?"

       Tom was stunned. "No. That's not how it was. You're twisting
things."

       "Come clean with us and we can try and help you cut a deal for less
time. You are looking at some serious jail time ahead of you. Don't make it
worse by lying to us. Did you rape Sammy Johnson in his brother's room?"

       "NO! Dammit, NO! I think I must have interrupted it. He was scared
when I got there and asked me to take him to his friend's house, which I
did. You got it wrong. If someone raped him, it was someone else before I
got there. You have to believe me?"

       "We tried. You admitted you saw him naked. If you didn't abuse him,
why was he naked in front of you?"

       "I think I want that lawyer now." Tom dropped his head to the table.

       Back in Nampa, the police were making arrangements for a physical
exam of Sammy in the morning. It was difficult because it was Sunday. It
was past midnight as the detectives were finishing up collecting evidence
and left. They requested that the door be kept shut and nothing disturbed
in there for the night since they might want to do another search in the
morning. The social worker suggested that Sammy not be left alone and told
his mom to make a bed for him in their room for the night and she left as
well. Sammy came walking out of his room holding his teddy bear. "Am I in
trouble?" he asked.

       "No son. You're not in trouble," his father kindly answered. "You
did nothing wrong. But if there's something else you need to tell
us. Anything. Please do it so we can help you." Sammy came close to telling
but Devon's face and words flooded his mind and he couldn't risk it. He
couldn't be the reason his whole family got killed by Devon. He pulled his
lips between his teeth and shook his head side to side as he had been doing
all night.

       "Sammy, I'll make a bed for you in our room tonight and Scott can
sleep in your bed since his room is off limits tonight," said his mom as
she rubbed his back.

       "No," Sammy said. "I want to stay in my room with Scott."

       "Are you sure, dear?"

       "Yes. I'm sure." The phone rang.

       "Okay. If that's what you want. But we all need to get some
sleep. Go brush teeth and the two of you go to bed now," said their mom.

       Scott and Sammy walked sullenly to the bathroom, took turns peeing
and brushing and washing up. They went to Sammy's room and Sammy stripped
to his boxers and climbed into his bed still hugging his teddy bear. Scott
went to his room and put on a pair of sweats to sleep in and shut the door
again behind him. He was about to enter Sammy's room when his father called
him over.

       "Scott, the police in Boise have arrested Tom. He admitted to
getting Sammy naked in your room. He didn't admit to doing anything else. I
thought you should know." Scott was beyond tears. Scott felt the need to
hate Tom, but couldn't find it in him. It seemed as though he was beyond
feeling anything. It felt like he had already died and gone to hell and
there was nothing more to believe in or hope for.

       "Thanks," was all he could muster and he slipped into Sammy's room.

       "Sammy? Are you awake?"

       "Yes."

       "You don't have to be afraid anymore. The police have arrested Tom
and he can't hurt you now. Whatever he said he would do to you, he can't. I
would never let him anyway. I promise I'll never let you down again,
squirt. Never."

       "No. It wasn't Tom. No, Tom saved me."

       "Sammy, stop it. He admitted he got you naked."

       "No he didn't. Devon did."

       "WHAT?" Scott bolted upright. "Sammy! You mean that creep from
Durfee Rec?"

       "He said if I told he was gonna kill me and my whole family," Sammy
stammered. "He looked so scary at me like he really would do it." Sammy
felt like an elephant that had been standing on his chest just moved off
him. He hoped Scott was right that he would protect them from Devon. If
Scott said he would, then Sammy believed it.

       Scott jumped out of bed and yelled as he ran down the hallway, "DAD!
MOM! GET UP!"