- Harry AnderS -
'Born to be a King 1'
An inspirational fantasy
A retired psychotherapist meets a severely burnt little Gypsy boy, and takes him into his house.
Chapter 20 ended with:
Two hours later, I woke up to the sounds of whispering children...
"We're going to sleep in your bed!" Davey declared.
He shucked his clothes, quickly followed by John and little Harry.
Davey got to me first.
Chapter 21. A leak, a tree house, two boys in love, and a nickering dragon.
The morning sun started to shine through a crack in the curtains, and woke us up.
"What happened? Why are you sleeping here instead of at your house?"
"Sorry, Dad, but the air mattress had a leak and went flat! Within an hour, Harry climbed into my bed, and that was okay with me. However, ten minutes later, John followed him, and now my bed was too small for all three of us. None of us could sleep any more, and that's why we decided to have some more sleep in your bed. I've left a note for my Mom on the kitchen table."
"Yes, Dad, I'm still feeling stiff from that hard floor! At first, Harry climbed onto my stomach, but I couldn't sleep with him as a blanket. Then, Harry went to Davey, but the mattress went flatter and flatter. At last, I tried to join them in Davey's bed, but it was way too small for all three of us. After a lot of pushing and me falling out of bed twice, we decided to spend the rest of the night here."
Little Harry just grinned, and pushed his head under my left armpit.
Ten seconds later, the doorbell rang.
The front door opened, and the joyful voice of Nicky sounded through the house, teasing little Harry:
"How come you are still naked? Didn't your father buy you enough clothes?"
"Never heard of a birthday suit? Every day here feels like it is my birthday..."
"That should yield you three hundred and sixty five presents a year..."
They laughed, and stormed upstairs.
"Come on, Nick. Shuck your clothes and join us!"
Nicky looked at me for approval...
"Attack of the nickering dragon!" he shouted and disappeared under the blankets, next to little Harry.
They entangled into each other, and Nicky's head popped up again:
"Pop, I am allowed to be here during the whole day, but only if you agree..."
"I've already told you that you will always be welcome in our house."
"Pop, I love you! Every time when I'm here, I'm pretending you are my Dad for real..."
Suddenly, I felt a tingling in my chest, and my heart leapt up.
A few stomachs started to rumble, and I decided it was time to feed my growing boys.
Little Harry was already cooking scrambled eggs with a couple of his famous herbs.
Nicky nearly swallowed his fingers while licking them clean:
"This is really delicious! Wow, Harry, you are the best cook in the world."
Little Harry beamed, and took the next toast with scrambled eggs 'ala freaky alien'.
I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen table.
Next, I started my word processor and opened my new book, titled 'Born to be a King'...
The door opened, and four enthusiastic boys stormed into the living room:
"Dad, we want to build a tree house, in those birches in the corner of the backyard. Do you have some boards, a hammer, a saw, and a couple of nails? We have already sketched a design..."
John and Davey looked at me with heated faces and expecting eyes...
"Well... Yes, that sounds good! However, I don't have any boards; and I think we will have to buy a lot of equipment first. Do you happen to know where we could find any used boards?"
Nicky stepped forward, and put his arms around my neck:
"In our backyard, we're keeping a whole lot of used lumber under a plastic sheet, from Jason's old tree house. What do you think, Pop, shall I ask him to give it to us?"
"Well, you might give it a try, but don't press him too much! It is HIS lumber, and it's okay for him to say no..."
Now, Nicky was the day's hero; and all of them raced upstairs to get into some clothes.
Ten minutes later, my four boys entered our house, hesitantly followed by another, slightly taller boy.
"Pop, we can use all of Jason's equipment, but only if he is allowed to help us with our tree house..."
"Of course, Jason is allowed to help us, and I think he has made a very generous offer!"
Jason nodded, bashfully looking at his feet, and we went to the kitchen.
"May I have a cup of coffee, just like your father?"
I ruffled his hair, and told him:
"Of course, you may have coffee. You are a boy after my heart! Do you want milk and sugar?"
"Hmm... Thank you, but could I have it black, with two lumps of sugar?"
"Just like me! I don't want to spoil its taste with milk either..."
We enjoyed our drinks, while little Harry proudly showed me his design.
"I KNEW that you could be a nice fellow as well! Let's be friends..."
Jason colored a deep red, but he shook little Harry's outstretched hand.
Nicky approached me, and leaned into me:
"Pop, we can use all the wood from Jason's old tree house, but how do we bring it here?"
"Maybe, we can transport it on the roof of our van. How much wood do you have?"
Jason answered me, still looking a bit uneasy:
"My friend and I collected quite a lot of lumber. We had planned to build a very big tree house. That is, until my father..."
He broke off, and slowly got tears in his eyes.
"It's okay, Jason. Yesterday, your Dad told me everything. I know you had a very difficult time..."
"He told you EVERYTHING?"
"Everything! Is it possible to drive into your backyard, or do we have to carry your wood to the front?"
"I think it should be possible to drive quite nearby. Do you have any ropes?"
John and Davey collected a couple of ropes from our garage.
For the next two hours, we were busy sorting the lumber, piling all sorts of boards and stakes onto the roof, and fastening them with the ropes.
We unloaded our van for the last time, and now I was dead tired from the unusual work!
"Do you want another cup of coffee?"
"May I have a cola this time, please? I'm really thirsty, after all that carrying..."
"Of course, you may have a cola! Help yourself from the refrigerator in the kitchen."
Jason hesitated, but went to the kitchen and returned with a cola.
"Why are you so nice to me, after I kicked your son off his skateboard?"
"Maybe I am a nice person? Plus, I know what happened to you..."
"Do you REALLY know what happened? Did my father tell you everything?"
"Jason, what happened to your friend?"
He looked shocked, shuddered, and started to cry:
"... Sniff... They took him to I don't know where... I think his parents murdered him, after they heard what happened..."
I couldn't help it... I pulled the poor child into my arms, without thinking.
"Sorry, but I can't help it. It's just how I am. I don’t want to be a homo, but I love him and he loves me. We found each other, and we connected immediately...
I held Jason close until his sobs diminished and he tried to pull himself together.
"I am such a crybaby... just a worthless fag!"
"I think you are a wonderful boy, with a lot of love in your heart!"
"Jason, do you still love Carl?"
He nodded vigorously and started to sob again, being unable to speak.
"Shall I try to find out where Carl is living now?"
His greenish eyes looked straight into mine, and I saw such a hope in them...
"Would you really do that for ME?"
"Yes, I will do that for YOU, being my new and worthy friend... Do you have Carl's last name, his old address, and maybe a telephone number?"
Again, Jason was nearly unable to speak...
My lawyer was surprised to hear from me, and we had some small talk.
"It looks like you are opening a shelter for lost boys?"
"You could say that. Within a few days, I will contact you again, to ask you about the possibilities of adopting another boy."
I put the receiver back onto its cradle.
"Who are you going to adopt, Dad?"
"It's too early to tell you for now, but I think you will discover soon enough..."
"Aw, Dad, you never had any secrets for me..."
Suddenly, Nicky stared at me, wide-eyed:
"Am I going to live with YOU after my father dies? I was afraid he would send me to an orphanage..."
Jason jumped up, and looked shocked:
"Is my father going to die? Why is that? Is that my fault, for being a worthless fag? I don't want that..."
He looked around; like a trapped animal that is desperately looking for an escape route...
"Now let me hold both of you. No, Jason, NOTHING is your fault. Your father has cancer, and it is possible that he will die from it within a couple of months. That has nothing to do with you!
"He talked to Davey's mother, while I was in the kitchen. He told her he has cancer, and didn't know what to do with me..."
I held both of them close and waited, while they digested the sad information.
Suddenly, Jason turned around and faced his little brother:
"Sorry, Nicker, for being such an asshole all the time. I didn't really mean it... Maybe I was jealous of you. Our father always looked after you, but I didn't exist any more. In his eyes, I was only a worthless fag, after I was so stupid with Carl... I really couldn't help it. I was so terribly alone..."
He started to cry again, and hid his face in his hands.
"It's okay, Jase, and I've missed you too. You didn't play with me any more, and I didn't exist to you either. When Carl was with us, we always had a lot of fun, remember? But, after our father kicked Carl out of the house, you seemed to change into somebody else. Suddenly, you were a real bully..."
Little Harry and I looked at each other, and we had a conversation without words...
"Attack of the crazy Gypsies!" little Harry shouted, cannonballing into the water and emptying half the pool.
Davey turned the water tap on, and squirted a forceful water stream at the yelling girls.
"Please, sir, tell that nasty boy to leave us alone!"
However, their eyes beamed, and they clearly enjoyed the water attack and all the attention they got from our boys...
"Leave us alone, or we will drown your boyfriend!"
Davey grinned, and again attacked them with the water stream:
"MY boyfriend? In your dreams! You're only jealous!"
Little Harry attacked the girls, in a futile attempt to rescue a spluttering John.
I went back to the kitchen, and brewed myself another cup of coffee.
Suddenly, Nicky appeared from the backdoor and shouted:
"Pop, hurry up, your telephone is ringing!"
I hurried inside, and a smiling Nicky handed me the receiver:
"It's your lawyer, and he has some GOOD news..."
I laughed, ruffled his hair, and answered the phone.
My lawyer complimented me with my little operator, who had taken the call as a real professional.
I thanked my lawyer for his valuable help; and got the address, that was quite nearby.
"Maybe, you will have to buy a bigger house..."
Or, did I make up that joke myself?
I told the neighborhood children to go home, because I didn't want to leave them in the water unattended.
I told my boys what I thought they needed to know about Jason and his friend, Carl.
Suddenly, I had a lap full of Jason, sobbing desperately:
"You... found... Carl...; ... are... we... going... to... see... him?"
"Yes, Jason, we are going to see Carl. That is, if you really WANT to see him?"
Jason couldn’t talk any more, but he nodded vigorously.
"Let it go, Jason, and don't bottle it up. In a few minutes, you will feel better..."
John and Davey stormed to the kitchen to get a new packet of tissues.
After some time, Jason dried his eyes and looked around bashfully:
"I am such a worthl... Err... Oops, sorry... I am such a wonderful boy, with love in my heart!"
All of us started to laugh, and Nicky offered his big brother a wet kiss:
"I love you, my wonderful brother with your loving heart!"
"I love you too, my little nickering dragon!"
Finally, we knew from where Nicky got THAT...
Thank you for reading the next chapter of this story 'Born to be a King 1 - My little Gypsy Prince.
Please, have a look at my children's series, about the same little Gypsy boy growing up in a secluded place in the Rumanian mountains; this time seen from his own point of view.
Just click this link to go there and read the latest and rewritten versions (recommended)!
I would LOVE to receive your comments or appreciations...
I wish you lots of Love in your Life, and Profound Peace in your Heart.