- 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 21 ended with:
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...
Chapter 22. Two detached soul mates reunited, and a new house member.
Jason went to the kitchen to wash his face; and the others went upstairs to peel off their wet swimming trunks.
Little Harry got my keys, and proudly opened our golden van.
"Don't panic, Jason! Everything will turn out for the best, and all of us will try to help you."
"I know... but Carl hasn't seen me for two years. Will he still recognize me, or perhaps he has found another friend..."
"Well, within a few minutes we will know! What are you planning to do, after you've spotted each other?"
"I don't know... what will Carl do when he sees me? Maybe, he screams and runs away... Please, could YOU meet him first, and ask him whether he still remembers me?"
"Maybe, that is a good idea. I will meet him first and tell him about you. In the meantime, you will wait in our van. Okay?"
Jason looked relieved, and nodded.
We rounded a corner; and a huge monumental building showed up, surrounded by a heavy iron fence.
"Where are you going, sir?"
"I'm having an appointment with Mister John Dragon."
The man took his cell phone, spoke a few words, and pointed to a parking lot:
"You may park your car over there, sir; and Mister Dragon will meet you at the main entrance."
"It feels like a prison here, Dad," John shivered,
I parked our van, and the boys promised to be good and not demolish our car in my absence.
I went to the main entrance, where a huge and closed monumental wooden door blocked my way.
After what felt like another century, the door opened majestically.
"You are that foster parent with an interest in our fifteen-year-old Carl? Follow me..."
He shuffled to an open door, and beckoned me to enter an uninvitingly dark room.
Then, I saw Carl, standing next to the only window in the room.
"Hello, Carl. It's a pleasure to meet you. You don't know me yet, but everybody else is calling me 'Big Harry'."
I extended my hand; but he just stared at it...
"Shall we sit down? I think I can tell you something that will make you happy..."
He went to a nearby chair, and sat down with mechanical movements.
"Today, I've met another wonderful boy. He told me a lot about you. His name is Jason..."
For a moment, his eyes lit up; and now I saw such a lot of pain and horror in them...
"Jason still loves you. He told me everything about your tree house...
Suddenly, his whole face lit up, like the sun shining through the thunderclouds.
"Do you want to meet Jason?"
He veered upright, and his dark eyes pierced into mine... Did I tell him the truth?
"I don't know... I think Jason doesn't want me any more. It's such a long time ago... of course, he has found another friend..."
"Jason is desperate, just like you. He is a very lonely boy, and doesn't have any friends at all. He has just been waiting for you..."
Again, Carl's face lit up, and his clouded sun started to shine.
"They will never let me go..."
"Do you want to see Jason now? He is waiting outside."
"They won't let me. They just hate fags..."
"Please, trust me and follow me. Okay?"
I rose from my chair and extended my hand:
"Come on; let's go to your friend."
Carl let me drag him towards the door; like a glum and frightened little boy.
We squinted in the sudden sunlight, and waited until we could see a bit more:
"Look, Carl; Jason is inside that van over there, waiting for you..."
Carl grabbed my hand like a frightened small boy, and started to tremble all over.
Suddenly, the door of our van opened, and a whirlwind stormed at us with a loud Indian shout:
Jason threw himself at his friend with another cry.
Slowly, Carl's clouds vanished, and his sun started to shine more and more.
"Jase... Are you really here?"
Both of them started to cry, heartbreaking, seeking solace in each other's arms...
The other boys surrounded us, and Nicky leaned into me...
"It's really Carl..." he whispered, getting tears in his eyes.
Together, we marveled at the beautiful sight of two detached friends who found each other after a long and painful separation...
Suddenly, our friend, Mister John Dragon, turned up out of nowhere.
"Are you taking him to your house? You have to sign the papers first!"
"Just show me what you want me to sign..."
He turned around without saying another word, and I followed him into the building.
"Do you want to adopt him as well?"
"Yes, that's my intention. Just tell me what I have to do."
"Sign these papers, and your lawyer will do the rest."
I signed all the papers without reading them, and left the building without uttering another word.
"Come on, boys, let's go HOME."
John and Davey rushed back to our van, and rearranged the seats.
"Jason and Carl, come on! You two can take the rear seats."
Carl stared at our golden van, and shook his head:
"Are you taking me to another home?"
"Yes, Carl, I am taking you to OUR home. From now on, you are living with us."
"They will never let me go. I have to wait until I am eighteen years old..."
"I've already signed the papers, so don't worry. From now on, you and Jason will be together."
"They won't let me. They didn’t even let me write a letter to Jason. They read it, and tore it apart. They are just hating fags too much..."
"From now on, everything will be different. Come on, let's leave from here. This place looks too much like a prison."
Jason took Carl's hand and dragged him towards our van.
Little Harry scanned the stereo, until he found some nice background music.
"Is Carl going to live with us? Where will he sleep? We have only three bedrooms..."
"Well... I don't know... You are a clever boy; so maybe you can come up with a solution?"
"Let me think... You could buy a bigger house... Yeah, that is it! Let's look for a bigger house on the Internet!"
"You don't think I'm sort of a millionaire, do you?"
"Nah, you can buy everything with your credit card..."
"Are you sure? When I am paying with my credit card, where do you think the money comes from?"
Little Harry opened his mouth, hesitated, and shut up again.
"Sorry, Dad. I had never thought about that before, because I'm only eight years old... Of course, that is your own money, from the bank!"
I ruffled his hair, feeling proud of my little deep thinker.
"But, we DON'T have enough bedrooms, and that means YOU have to come up with a solution! Now I'm hungry. Where do we stop for something to eat?"
Immediately, my other boys veered up at hearing the Magic Word...
"Sorry, sir, but I don’t have any money..." Carl admitted in a low voice.
"Well, I do! I even have a credit card, and today you are allowed to order anything you want. Okay?"
Carl nodded, and followed Jason to our table.
"What do you want to eat, Carl? Or, shall we let Jason order for you?"
Carl looked relieved, and followed Jason to the service bar.
In no time, all the trays were emptied, and all the boys were stuffed.
After another couple of minutes, I parked our van in our driveway, and we were home.
"Wow! This is a really neat car! It's certainly big enough to have all of us inside..."
I laughed at the hidden invitation, ruffled his hair, and entered my house.
Since today, a whole bunch of children more or less depended on me...
How should I set up the sleeping arrangements for the night?
"Dad, my mask is itching. Will you help me take it off, please?"
I peeled little Harry's mask off, gawked at by a suddenly pale looking Carl...
"You are stripping the skin from Harry's face, just like that?"
We told Carl everything about little Harry's ordeal; and he listened open-mouthed...
"Once, I thought I myself had a difficult life..."
Thomas and Chrissy heard a few words about our new swimming pool...
I went to my computer, to work on my book 'Born to be a King'.
"Dad, can I use the water hose? The pool is half emptied..."
"Of course, you may use the hose; but don't spill too much water."
"Okay, Dad; thanks a lot."
He hugged me by pressing his body against mine, and offered me a quick kiss.
Carl appeared in the doorway, still looking timid:
"Sir, may I use your toilet, please?"
"What will happen if I say 'no'?"
He stared at me, looking puzzled...
"You're not used to a grownup teasing you, I think?"
He shook his head, still looking puzzled.
"Now hurry up, before you're wetting your already wet pants and my carpet!"
Gratefully, he rushed to the toilet, and I heard him sigh with relief.
"Carl; from now on, you are one of us! This is YOUR home, and you will never have to ask permission to use the toilet!"
His eyes filled with tears, and he clamped onto me as a frightened child:
"I don't know... I'm afraid this is only a beautiful dream. After I wake up, I will be sadder than ever..."
I held him close until his sobs subsided and he released his death grip.
"Since today, you are one of MY boys, and I don't let you go. Trust me! Now go back to the rest of your family, and have fun!"
At six o'clock, Davey went home; promising to return the next day.
Of course, little Harry took over within ten seconds!
"No, Dad, don't slice those potatoes too thin, make fat slices.
He went into the backyard, and returned with a handful of herbs.
"John, will you get me the olive oil, from the left cabinet above the sideboard? And, bring the pepper with you. Oh, and I forgot the curry."
He climbed onto another chair, and put everything into the pan.
"Dad, will you hand me the sliced potatoes now?"
After ten minutes, the steamed potatoes were ready.
Our little friend was really an excellent cook!
"Thank you! Dad, do you remember that Chinese food we had in that beautiful palace? Do you know where we can buy that stringy greenish snot?"
Carl stared at him, showing a totally confused face:
"You were eating 'stringy greenish snot'?"
All of us roared with laughter.
"I think they milked it from a green dragon with the flu."
"Yuck!" Carl muttered from the bottom of his heart,
We washed the dishes, tidied the kitchen, and went to the living room.
"I hope this beautiful dream will never end..."
"I hope you will join us for a long time!"
My fifth boy... or was it my sixth, counting Jason as being number five?
Little Harry turned around on my lap, to face me:
"Dad, I've been thinking a bit more about where everybody can sleep...
He put his arms around my neck, and snuggled closer.
"Come on, let's go upstairs and set your new room for the night."
"But... I don't have any clothes... All my clothes are still in my locker... Maybe, I will have to go back..."
I pushed him forward to little Harry:
"Tomorrow, we will go shopping, and I will buy you everything you need. Okay?"
He nodded, and started to sob again:
"Am I REALLY going to live with you now?"
"Yes, Carl. From now on, you are living here; and you don't have to worry about anything."
Little Harry took Carl's hand, and tried to drag him upstairs:
"Dad, can we have our showers now? I want to play in the warmed water."
I nodded, and followed them upstairs to get some dry towels.
"Can you undress on your own, or do we have to help you?"
Carl started to undress, still staring with big eyes at the already naked little Harry:
"I didn't realize you were THAT burnt! It's all over your body... even the skin around your pee-pee is burnt away..."
"Don't sweat it. I'm already used to it; and, by the way, BIG boys call it a 'pecker' or a 'dick'. Its first name is 'Moby'... Come on, let's hit the shower!"
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)!
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I wish you lots of Love in your Life, and Profound Peace in your Heart.