Date: Wed, 27 Sep 2000 16:02:58 -0400 (EDT) From: AJ unknown <little_boy_blue@email.com> Subject: many waters chapter-2 (young-friends) Many Waters Chapter 2 Before any of you start reading the story I would like to add a little special thanks! I would personally like to think Dan. A good friend to Me. Dan has helped me in more ways than he'll ever know. For example editing my story. I would also like to think Bill Watts another person who has helped me a lot. Bill if only you knew how just talking to me meant so much. ---------------------- Before you read this story I thought I would let you know that if you are reading this story for a good hand job you should go elsewhere. This story is one about love. Disclaimers: This story is not true. Although some of the stuff in the story did actually happen this story was just made up. You should not read this story if you are not over 18, But I shouldn't be writing this story now should I? If you insist on reading this story and you are not over 18 don't (get caught). I hope you enjoy the story! :-) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------ Many Waters - chapter-2 After a while we were all tired of playing. Music can wear you out quick. Did you actually think we were going to have sex at 6:00 P.M.? Heavens no! We decided to save the good stuff for later. Since it was still early I told the rest of the gang I would go ask Dad if we could go rent a movie. I walked cautiously down the hall knowing Amy or my sister couldn't be far away. They always love to trip people walking down the hallway, or jump out of closets and scare people. I knocked on the door and didn't hear an answer so I figured he must be asleep. I turned the rusty door knob figuring that would wake him up but to my surprise I didn't see him. I decided to check his bathroom thinking maybe he's in the hot tub. He was in the bathroom but not in the hot tub. Instead he was hanging over the toilet barely conscious, stoned out of his mind. I was about to reach over and help him up but a violent rage suddenly came over me, one I have never experienced before . I never get mad, but this time I was beyond mad. I just started punching and kicking him. I was scared but didn't stop the beating. My dad cried out but I didn't care if anyone heard him. This was my payback for the hell he put our family through. This was for all the times he came home stoned, this was for the times he treated our grandmother like dirt, this was for the times he cursed at us like dogs. I kicked for what seemed like forever but couldn't have been more than three minutes. Seconds later I felt the strength of Taylor and Jamie pulling me back. I gave up, stood, and walked away as if nothing had ever happened. I saw Brian calling the police for my dad. As soon as he hung up I raced to the phone to call our grandad. I talked a mile a minute but I think he got the point. I would have called our mom but she was on vacation in Florida. I went outside the house and sat on the steps waiting on Grandpa. Right now I wondered about where Amy, Jess, and Glenda were but it was probably best they weren't around. Just before I almost decided to go back in the house my Grandfather was pulling up the driveway. I rushed as fast as I could to tell him the whole story. "Where is he?" my grandfather said in his meanest Cherokee temper. "Inside, in the bathroom," I said scared of what he might do. He rushed up the steps and into the house. Seconds later Taylor, Brian, and Jamie fled out of the house letting Grandpa have time to chew my dad out before the ambulance arrived. At that second I said a silent prayer to God asking him to forgive me for what I did, and asking God to help my dad sober up again. It didn't take long for the ambulance to arrive. We all got in the car and I knew what was to follow. A hundred questions about what just happened and why I did what I did. I really didn't want to answer any questions but I owed them an explanation. To my surprise there weren't any questions. After the ambulance had left with my dad we headed of to my grandfolks house which was right across the street from Brain and Taylor's house. Once we pulled in the garage I was first to jump out and run in the house. My grandmother sat at the table and wanted to know the whole story. I told her I would tell her tomorrow. She agreed and I was off to bed. Jamie and I have our own room there. There's a guest room upstairs and downstairs too. Their house was quite nice. My grandfather purchased it after his second album sold 500,000 copies. I know that's not a lot but for a jazz musician that's a whole lot. I went upstairs to our room and dropped on the bed. I knew the guys would come to check on me so I figured if I played asleep they would go away, but they didn't. They said they were ready to go to bed. I told them that it's Friday night and they shouldn't be going to bed at 9:00, but I knew it was a fight I couldn't win so I gave in. Taylor crawled in bed beside me. Jamie and Brian had their own bed across the room. Our grandparents knew about us and supported us all the way. I felt Taylor moving across the bed so I turned to see what he was doing. Once turned around I noticed he was staring at me. I went forward to give him a goodnight kiss. The kiss was one of our most romantic yet. That night we fell asleep holding each other. In my dreams I dreamed I was the luckiest guy on earth. And for once the dream was TRUE! To be continued I hope you enjoyed the story sorry about the wait. Thanks for sending me good comments I hope everyone continues to send them. please e-mail all responses to little_boy_blue@email.com. So for now goodbye and God bless.