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I woke up to the sound of my shower running. I looked at the clock and saw it
was a little after 10. “Oh good!” I thought to myself. My dad was already gone
for work, and mom would be down at the garden center. The firing squad would be
delayed a little longer. I sat there a minute deciding whether or not I actually
wanted to move when I heard the shower shut off. A couple minutes later stud
Bryan came out of the bathroom buck ass naked and drying his hair. “Oh you’re
awake” he said grinning and making no attempt to cover up. “Hey dude, my clothes
are a mess. Can I borrow something?” He sort of asked while helping himself to
my closet. “Nope!” I smirked. “You need to stay just like you are.” “Buck ass
naked!” “Perve!” he laughed as he shook his ass my direction.
He helped himself to some of my stuff, and got dressed while I showered and
threw something on myself. I caught up with him in the kitchen raiding the
fridge. I noticed in the few minutes we banged around he’d downed about a gallon
of water. “A little dry are we Bry…?” I smirked as he gulped another glass of
water. “Oh fuck…I feel like a Battalion marched over my tongue” he laughed.
Suddenly serious, “Hey thanks a lot Brad for taking such good care of me, and
the note, and cleaning me up, and, and…” he trailed off. “No problem Bry…it was
actually payback for the show in the car last night” I said with an evil grin. “Huh..?
Ohh…Dude don’t talk about that, I was wasted” he returned.
“Listen I gotta go and let my mom know I’m alive” he said suddenly nervous and
looking for an exit strategy. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He said walking
toward the door. “Hey Bry?” I asked figuring it was now or never. Bryan turned
at the door waiting for a question. “What?” he asked a little puzzled. “You said
you loved me last night” I stated looking at the floor rather than him. Bryan
slammed the door shut. “Now Look!” he said as the blood drained from his face.
“Brad you’re a good friend.” “But Dude…I AM STRAIGHT!!” “Get that through your
head!” he went on. “We’re not going to live happily ever after…we’re not going
to pick out a china pattern…IT AIN’T HAPPENING!” “NOW DROP IT!” he yelled and
then opened the door and slammed it again behind him.
I sat there stunned for a few moments. What the hell was happening? Was I just
reading everything wrong? Was I trying to make something happen because I wanted
it do badly? Then I realized, I hadn’t been making any moves at all? Except for
touching him for 5 seconds, I hadn’t done anything. He was the one that pulled
his dick out in front of me! He was the one that cuddled up against me last
night! I was not instigating anything. Now I was pissed off AND confused. I was
trying to figure out what I was going to do next when the phone rang. The caller
ID displayed dad’s office number. “Hi dad” I said meekly as I picked up the
phone. “Is he ok?” he asked rather flatly. “Yeah…he just left” I returned.
“Well then…There are 30 bags of bark mulch in the garage.” “I will be home by
two or so.” “I trust you can have that spread throughout the beds in the front
and side yard by the time I get home” he instructed. “If that’s not enough to do,
you can move the wood pile to the back of the garage” he added. “Your mother
wants to put another garden area where the wood is now.” I was already pissed
over Bryan but I knew my dad saved my ass, as well as Bryan’s last night. “Yes
sir…” was the only response I had. “Good” he said with embedded victory. “If
you’re smart, Bryan will help you” he added. “See you at two” he said as he
ended the call.
“Hey good lookin!” Bryan said as he walked into the back yard. I was pushing the
wheelbarrow with the 10th load of bark mulch in it over toward the side yard.
“Hey” I said quietly as I continued on. “Need any help?” he asked all full of
innocence. I dropped the wheelbarrow and turn to face him. “You’re fucking right
I need help!” “I’m out here because of your sorry ass”! I spewed at him. I
simply turned away from him and went back to work. The smile faded from his face
and he disappeared into the garage. As I began to empty the load into its
destination, Bryan came around the corner with a bag on each shoulder. “Where do
these go?” he asked rather quietly. I pointed out all the locations I had left
and we continued to work in silence until the job was done. “We done?” he
finally asked in a victorious grin. “Nope” I stated flatly and pointed to the
woodpile. “Sheeiit” was his only response.
My dad walked into the yard as we we’re about half-way through the pile. “Well
boys…looks pretty good back here!” he smiled as he came our direction. “Hi Mr.
Calloway” was Bryans response. “Mr. Pitman” my dad began. “You’re in much better
shape than the last time I saw you”. “Yeah…sorry bout that” Bryan returned
sheepishly. My dad went into our age, and drinking, and driving and all the
stuff parents who care usually say. Bryan and I listened as we really had no
other choice. Bryan was respectful and had all the Yes’s and Sir’s in the right
spots. “You boy’s have done enough for one day!” he said finally. “Why don’t you
go jump in the pool or something” he added and returned to the house. “I gotta
get home” Bryan said finally after my dad was in the house. “Your dad is cool
you know” he added. “I know, I’m pretty lucky” I said to the ground. It was
still pretty cold between the two of us. “Well I’ll catch up with you later then”
he said as he left the yard.
I was picking things up when my mom showed up. “Hi honey!” she said as she came
through the gate. “Oh it looks beautiful back here!” she went on. “Say there are
several flats of plants in the back of my car” “Would you put them in the
greenhouse please” she instructed as always. “Thank you honey!” she added. My
dad came out to meet my mother and they chatted about the yard and mom’s latest
idea. My mother’s cell rang and she answered as she always did. “This is Marilyn…”
“Oh Hi…” “NO!!!” suddenly her faced changed to panic. “OK…” and she hung up. She
turned to my father and said “TED…you need to get down to the Pitman’s…” We all
knew what that meant. My father and I were out the gate in a second.
We heard it before we’d even gotten to the driveway. “DAD…I’m SORRY” I heard
Bryan pleading. We got to the back gate where my dad said “Stay here” as an
empty command. I ignored him and followed him through the gate. What I saw next
made my blood run cold. Bryan’s dad was standing over his cowering son
backhanding him several times across the face. “HOWARD!” my dad called out as he
slowly walked toward them. “It was just a little beer!” “This is out of line!”
he stated very quietly. Bryan covered his eye’s while his father looked down at
him again. “WHAT..! You’ve been drinking?” “You little puke!” he said through
gritted teeth and began another assault on Bryan using hands and feet this time.
My father closed his eye’s realizing his mistake and then took about three giant
leaps toward them. As Howard raised his hand for another assault, my father
grabbed his wrist and spun him around. “Howard STOP!” “You’re out of control!”
“You strike him one more time and I will put you DOWN!” I’d never seen such
anger in my father’s eyes. Bryan’s mother was on the deck sobbing “Oh Howard…he’s
just a boy!” she cried. “BRADLEY…” my father called my direction. “Take Bryan
out of here NOW” he continued in a determined voice. I ran over and extended my
hand out to Bryan. He was wide eyed and scared to death. He looked at his father
who returned his stare with fire still in his eyes. Then he looked at my father
whose eyes never left Howard while he whispered “Go on son…it’s alright”. He
finally took my hand and I pulled him from the ground. He looked at his father
one more time and his mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. Then
we turned and walked toward the gate. My father let go of Howard’s wrist but
remained a few inches from Howard’s face. As we walked away, Bryan’s father
erupted again “Fine!” “You KEEP the little puke!” “I don’t want him here any
more!” he spat on. “Stay away from MY house you little scum!” Bryan’s mother
sobbed louder “Oh Howard!!” she wept. Bryan just closed his eyes and grabbed my
arm. “Take him home” my father called back and we simply kept walking out of the
yard.
We were walking slowly down the drive and my mother came running from the
direction of our house. There were more people on the street now and everyone
was starting at Bryan. My mother blew a gasket and started telling everyone “Go
back home!” “There’s nothing to see here!” “Let the boy be!” she pleaded with
tears beginning in her eyes. My father walked up about that time and placed a
hand on Bryan’s shoulder. “It’s over now…let’s just go home” he stated quietly.
The four of us walked down the sidewalk toward home as we saw a police car
coming from the other direction. The driver looked long and hard at us but
continued and stopped in front of Bryan’s house. I looked at my dad who simply
mouthed “later”.
When we got home everybody was quiet. My dad whispered to me “Son…take Bryan up
to your room and help him get cleaned up”. I said nothing and simply lead Bryan
down the hall. He still hadn’t let go of me. When my door was closed I turned to
face him. I looked at him in the eye and quietly asked “are you hurt anywhere?”
He just grabbed me and buried his head in my shoulder. A moment later I could
feel him shaking uncontrollably as he cried quietly. I just held him as there
were simply no words to convey anything else.
When he finally did look up again, I saw the blood. His lip was bleeding a
little and his eye was beginning to swell. “You need some ice” I said quietly.
“I’ll be right back” and left through the door. When I got to the living room,
the police were there and my dad was explaining what had happened. They wanted
to talk to Bryan and my dad simply said “No…the boy’s been through enough.” “Let
it go until tomorrow and I’ll help you with whatever’s necessary”. I quietly
went onto the kitchen and as I passed the window, I noticed the police car in
the driveway. Bryan’s father was in the back seat. I just grabbed some ice in a
towel and ran back to Bryan.
When I entered my room I saw Bryan sitting on my bed. A cold chill ran down my
spine. Bryan had his shirt off and there were welts and bruises forming across
his chest and back. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Bryan saw my
reaction and searched around for his shirt to cover himself. “Don’t” I said
quietly. “Don’t be ashamed, it’s not your fault.” He stopped but more tears
started down his cheeks. I didn’t say a word as I placed the ice on Bryans face
and eye. “This will be easier if you lay down” I whispered. He laid back on my
bed and held the ice towel with one hand and as I sat on the edge of the bed, he
placed the other hand on my leg. We just sat there quietly.
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