Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2002 18:08:10 -0700 (PDT) From: No Label Subject: Donny Chapter 9 This is a work of fiction and does not reflect actual events. It is also possible that the subject matter of story is against the law where you live so read at your own risk. And you must be fifteen, sixteen, eighteen, twenty-one, or born to download and possess this story on your computer depending on where in the world you are and how enlightened is your local culture. Please send comments, critisisms, ideas to the author at zero78245@yahoo.com. Sorry about the crack about flamers before, but since I didn't receive any then it must have been true. My apologies to my editor. Now he is really pissed. Seems I am ruining all his fun. Sorry to hear that your trip was delayed. An-ti-ci-pa-tion. DONNY Chapter 9 Aaaahhhh. Mmmmmm, these sheets feel good. It feels good to stretch. Hey, wait a minute. I'm still at Tom's, and it's light outside. I wish love would feel the way this bed feels, soft and warm. That would be so nice. Oh god, Tom must really be pissed at me. Better get up and face the music. Mmmmm, I smell pancakes! Again! But that's okay, I love pancakes. And I sure am hungry! Gotta pee too. Gotta get up. Well, might as well enjoy the breakfast before Tom gets rid of me. Can't blame him, I would be pissed too. Ah, peeing first thing after getting up feels so good. Maybe I'll get started packing before I go in for breakfast. That will let Tom know that I understand why he has to send me off. Buddy will probably come get me this morning and take me to the county home. Ugggh! I hear that place is the pits. Oh, well. My own fault. Why did I go beserk yesterday anyway? I have never gotten that pissed before. Dad has though. Sheeeit, the last time he almost killed me. Thought he was going to rip my arms off. Please don't make me like my Dad. I don't want to hurt anyone. Not much to pack. Good thing, cause I probably get moved a lot in the next few months. I heard nobody wants a teenaged kid to adopt. Whew, that packing wore me out. Wonder why I don't have much energy? Maybe cause I used it all up yesterday. Just sit for a moment here on the bed. Wish it was my bed. Damn, what a scene that was. And all because Tom doesn't love me. Why? I'm trying to love him. Why does he keep turning my love away? Yeah, it's best that I get taken out of here since Tom doesn't want to love me. Why does he treat me so nice then? And want to buy me things? I don't understand. First he's nice and holds me and everything. Then when I open myself to him, he turns me down flat. Must be my ugly body. And little dick. Ugggh! Why was I born? Why doesn't anyone love me? Ah, I hear Doctor Bob in the kitchen talking with Tom. Maybe he is the one to take me to the shelter. Can't hear what they're saying though, but I know it's about me. And how bad I am. Shit. I didn't ask for this crap. I didn't ask to come here anyway. Yeah, I don't like it here. And I definitely don't like you Tom. You don't want to love me like I want to love you. I'll just wait here until Doctor Bob comes to take me away. I don't want anything form Tom. Boy, those pancakes sure smell good though. Shit. No, I won't go out there until they come get me. ... "He needs you now more than ever, Tom. He needs all the love and understanding you can give him." "I know he needs lots of love right now. And a lot more. I just don't know if I can handle it." "Tom, let me put it this way. How do you feel when he is in your arms?" Bob just looked at me over the rim of his coffee mug. "Shit, I don't know. Yeah, I do know. When I have him close to me it feels good, kinda makes me feel complete. Damn, just the thought of loosing him makes my stomach tie up in knots. Hard to believe after just one day, but I love that kid. And I want to hold on to him forever. I know, sounds nuts, doesn't it?" "No, sounds more like the latent paternal instincts have come to the forefront. I am no psychologist, Tom, but I am willing to bet you have always wanted a family, haven't you." "Yeah. But I also knew the chances of that happening were really remote. Unless there was some medical miracle found. But I knew in my head that that would never happen." "Well, I know it's not the traditional way of getting a family. And it's very sudden. But I think you will cope just fine. Now why don't you go get your son for breakfast. I heard him in the bathroom a few minutes ago." "Yeah, so did I. Here goes nothing. Watch the stove for me, will ya?" I walked slowly back to Donny's room, wondering what would greet me. I knocked on his door and opened it. Donny was sitting on his bed clutching the bag that Buddy had used to bring his clothes. I guess he wasn't expecting me to come through the door because the look of defiance on his face was quickly replaced by uncertainty. I walked over and sat next to him on the bed, close to him but not touching. "What's the bag for, Donny?" "I'm ready to go." "Donny, I don't want you to go anywhere. Do you want to go? Please, stay with me son" "But, but you, yesterday, I, huh, what did you call me?" "I called you son. Because I love you Donny. And I want you to stay here with me." "But, but. But you don't love me. I tried to, to, but you didn't want it." "What you wanted to do Donny, that's not love. Love is good, and safe, and warm, and nice. Love is me wanting to hold you in my arms, and keeping you safe. Love is good, and what you were offering was not love." "That's not what Deke said. And my Dad said that was love too." "No, Donny. Your daddy was wrong. He just wanted to get something from you, make you think that it was right. But it's not. And I don't know who Deke is, but he is wrong too. Donny, give me a chance. Let me show you what love really is, what it feels like, how good it feels." "I dunno." "Will this help make up your mind?" And with that I took Donny into my arms and held him close. ... Shit, what do I do now? This feels so good. Tom is warm and soft and strong. And he makes me feel good when he holds me like this. So what do I do? This is so confusing. My Dad said he loved me, and whenever he said that he'd stick his dick up my butt. And Deke said the only way to love is to fuck. And he only loves girls that like to fuck. But Tom makes me feel soo good. And I do feel warm and safe with him. And I'd miss him if I have to leave. Shit, I don't know. I don't know. Now he is pulling me onto his lap. It feels nice being held like this. I don't want this feeling to go away. I want to stay here, with Tom. "Uh, okay." "Okay what, Donny?" "Okay, I'll stay. For a little while." "Good. Now let's go get some breakfast. You can put this stuff away after you eat." Tom laid the bag down on the bed. We walked out to the kitchen with Tom's arm around my shoulder. Doctor Bob looked up when we walked in and got a big grin on his face. "Good morning Donny. Feeling better this morning?" "Yeah, Doctor Bob. Lot's better. Now." We sat down and ate more of Tom's delicious pancakes. Man, that guy can cook! If anything will help me grow, Tom's cooking sure will. After breakfast Doctor Bob took my temperature, and looked in my eyes, and stuff. You know, doctor stuff. Then he said I was fine. Then he got a call and had to leave. Somebody having a baby, I think. Tom just walked around smiling all the time. I don't know why he was in such a good mood, especially after what happened yesterday. Actually, I was feeling pretty happy myself. Don't know why, but for some reason, I felt lighter, like I had been carrying around a big rock, or pack, or something, and I didn't have to carry it around no more. Tom said that we still had to go shopping today for some clothes for me. He had ordered some of the other stuff yesterday, but wasn't sure about my sizes and didn't get any clothes. Besides, he said, his taste for teenagers' clothes was in his foot, not his eye, and didn't want me to get dorky stuff. That's pretty funny, cause I always liked what he wore, but I knew it wouldn't look good on me. So we drove up to San Antonio to Ingram Park Mall. What a huge place. Must have been a hundred stores. Went to JC Penny's, Sears, The Gap, a neat little shop that sold nothing but ball caps for the different teams, and a bunch of other stores. Musta spent a couple of hundred dollars on clothes, but it was fun. Tom even bought some things for himself, like a ball cap, and a really cool looking leather jacket than made him look just like those old pictures you see of those biker dudes. I'll bet we made ten trips out to the car just to put stuff in the trunk. Tom took me to the Olive Garden for lunch. Man, was that good. Real Italian, too. Even had a bottle of wine on the table when we were seated. Tom wouldn't let me have any though. Damn, hehe. Anyway, we had a real blast just knocking around the mall. Tom didn't mention once what happened yesterday, and always seemed to have his arm around my shoulders. He was laughing a lot, and told some really dumb jokes. But funny too. It was great. Then we went across the highway to a theater complex. Twenty-four little theaters all in this one building! Tom let me choose the movie, but I figured he didn't want to see some horror flick, so we saw a comedy instead. Had all the usual stuff too, soda, popcorn, candy. After we got out of the movie Tom said he was hungry for Mexican food and asked if I wanted some too. Sure, I can eat TexMex with the best of them, so we went down to the River Walk in downtown San Antonio. Man, what a place. All these shops and restaurants all along the San Antonio River. Well, actually a big concrete flood control ditch, but every one here calls it a river. They even have these boats you can ride on with the guy steering telling funny stories about the different things along the river, but Tom said we didn't have time to take the boat trip this time cause I had school tomorrow. But he did promise the next time we came up to San Antonio we would take a river cruise. We didn't get home until late, and Tom told me to go get a shower and into bed because I had to get up at six thirty to catch the bus. After I showered and climbed into bed Tom came in to say good night. We hugged each other really hard, and I thanked him for taking me shopping and the clothes and movie and great time. "Thank you, Tom, for the fun today. And the clothes, and movie. It was all just great." "Well, thank you for the great time. It wouldn't have as much fun if you hadn't been along." "Yeah, but you spent a ton of money today, most of it on me. Nobody's ever done that before. Not for me." "I didn't mind spending the money, Donny. I did it because I wanted to, because I love you. Besides, couldn't have a son of mine go to school looking like a dork, could we?" That made me feel all tingly inside, and I gave him another big hug. Is this love like Tom said? I dunno, but I like it! Then Tom kissed me on the forehead and tucked the covers around me. "Good night son." "Good night Tom." I didn't want to fall asleep right away. I wanted this feeling to last forever and ever. Tom said he was going to teach what real love is. I hope it's like this, because it is so nice. Next thing I knew Tom was shaking my shoulder. "Time to get up sleepyhead. Got school today. Up and at 'em, sunshine." Wow, what a way to wake up. I feel good. Tom started out of the room but stopped and turned around. "Do you why I called you sunshine?" "Uh uh." "Because you are my son and you light up my life. Now get up." He grinned and left the room. What a dorky thing to say, but it sure makes me feel good. Ah, hell. Got to get up. School. Yuck. After breakfast I walked down to the end of the ranch road and waited by the mail box. Good timing too, cause the bus was already in sight when I got there. Of course it took a couple more minutes to reach me cause the land is so flat you can see a long ways. I climbed onto the bus after it stopped. Didn't recognize anyone right away. "Hey shithead. What are you doing on this bus." Crap. Deke. TBC... Author's Note: I will be on vacation with two of my kids for a couple weeks so please don't send nasty emails when a new chapter doesn't show up for a while. Only get to see them at Christmas and during the summer, so I am sure you will understand. Priorities.