Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2015 06:04:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tom Sims <tomsims563@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fighting Demons  Chapter 1

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to real people is purely co-incidental. The following story may contain
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Fighting Demons

Chapter 1

I was sitting in my den working on the computer doing some work for my
bicycle shop. My door bell rang. I got up and opened the door. There stood
my 16 year old godchild, a son of a friend. He was soaking wet from the
rain which was coming down by the buckets.

"Joel, what are you doing out on a day like this. Come on in and get out of
those wet clothes. I'll put your wet things in the dryer. You know where
the shower is. You need a hot shower to warm up a little. I'll get you some
of my sweats and a sweat shirt and lay them on the bed. We can talk later."

I went into the kitchen and put some water on to heat. We would have a cup
of hot cocoa to warm Joel up on the inside.

Soon Joel came into the kitchen. I could see that he had been crying.
"Okay, Joel what is going on?"

"My dad kicked me out of the house and told me never to come back and that
he would kill me if I did. He came home early from work and walked in on my
friend, Gavin, and me. We were in a 69 position giving each other a blow
job. He just started yelling and told my friend to leave. He then started
beating me with the buckle end of his belt. I thought he was going to kill
me. The only thing that saved me was my friend came back with his dad. Dad
told them that I ran out of the house right after Gavin left. They believed
him and left."

"Why didn't you fight back? You are almost as big as he is."

"I was afraid. I knew that he would kill me if I did. He has a concealed
weapon's permit and has a gun on him all the time. Could I stay with you
for a few days before I move on?"

"Not a problem. What are you plans for the future?"

"I really don't know. I would like to go to college when I finish school
and I don't even know if I will be able finish. I wish that there is
someway that I could get my inheritance that my grandparents and my mother
left me. They left everything to me-the house and farm, a large bank
account. I can't touch any of it until I am 18 or through high school. Dad
has control of everything including a large amount of stocks and bonds. He
was made trustee and supervisor of my account but I don't think he can use
any of it, legally. He has been giving himself a large salary for my care
and well being."

"Why don't you plan on staying with me and finish school. We'll go in and
talk with my lawyer. I'll have him try to get me legal custody of you and
your inheritance. Would you want to move back into your house, if we can
get your dad out?"

"I would love to stay with you. You would take me in even though I am gay?"

"That makes no difference to me. I have a few secrets of my own. I am by
bisexual and have been with both men and women. Just because I have offered
you a place to live doesn't mean that I want anything sexual from you
although that is not a bad idea. I think it best that we don`t broadcast
what I just told you. To some judges this may cause me not to get custody
of you. Others, it wouldn't matter. I have always gone out of town to get
my jollies."

"Your secrets are safe with me. Only Gavin and my dad know about me. I am
afraid that he will try to use it against me."

"I think we should tell all of this to Lonnie Larson, my lawyer, and let
him go after your dad because of abuse brought on by your sexual
preference. That should really take the wind out of his sails. His actions
have now become a hate crime. However, my secrets must remain just
that-secrets."

"I agree."

"Did your dad ever tell you that we were roommates in college?"

"Yes, but that was a long time ago."

"What you and Gavin did is nothing compared to what we did when we were
roommates. We might be able to use this if need be and then only as the
last result."

The next day, we made a trip to the Lonnie's office. Joel repeated his
story. "I think we need to go to Children's Services and tell them this
story. I will ask that Dave be given temporary custody of you, Joey, until
we can get a court date for permanent custody. I will call Sherri, head of
CSD, and get an appointment." He took us into his waiting room which had
coffee, soft drinks, and doughnuts. He left to make his call.

Lonnie returned, "You might as well go shopping, go home or do whatever
until this afternoon. I was able to get a 4 o'clock appointment.. Stop by
and pick me up and I will go with you.

Joel and I decided to go clothes shopping. All he had with him were the
clothes he was wearing. We would ask CSD to get a court order so that Joel
could return and get some of his personal things and other things that he
wanted or needed. We would also request that Joel's dad not be there and
for Joel to have a police escort.

I though it best for me not to go with Joel. I thought his dad should not
be given whoor the location where he was staying. Since his wife's death
two years ago, he had been saying and doing weird things and no one could
guess what he would do next. He was a threat to himself, his son and
society. He was capable of doing severe harm to anyone who crossed him,
including me.

We all went to the CSD office. Lonnie introduced all of us. Sherri asked
Joel to tell his story. He told it exactly as he had told Lonnie and me.
"Joel, would you mind taking your shirt and pants off. I would like to have
Lonnie and Sherri see your back and legs from the beating that your dad
gave you."

"I don't have any underpants on." Joel said very embarrassed.

" I will be right back. I have an examination gown that you can slip on,"
said Sheri. She returned and handed the gown to Joel. "I'll go out in the
hall and you can put it on."

"Lonnie and I will go with you."

All Joel said was "Thanks."

We returned and I had Joel turn around and I opened the back of his
gown. His back and legs were one solid mass of bruises and cuts. Two places
showed the imprint of the buckle ."

"I'll be right back I want to get my camera and take some pictures," Sherri
said.

"I am going out to the car and get my camera also." said Lonnie. Soon
Sherri and Lonnie came back into the room. They started taking pictures.

"I had my assistant call the doctor next door. He should be here in a few
minutes," said Sherri

Sherri and the doctor measured each bruise and cut. One of Sherri's
assistants drew pictures and wrote down the measurements as they were
called out.

"Joel, I am going to give you an antibiotic shot. You are in bad enough
shape and you don't need infections to set in. I am going to give you some
antibiotic lotion so that Dave can rub it on your back and legs. Do you
have any on the front of your body?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, I have some in my groin area."

"Sherri would you and your assistant step out into the hall. Thank you and
leave your camera if you would." requested the doctor.

"Oh, my Lord. This is worse than I imagined. It is a wonder that you
actually survived. I am going to take pictures because the judge will need
to see this also. Is all of this embarrassing you. I can send the men to
the hall with the ladies if you would like."

"No, they can stay!"

"I have some samples of pain killers in my office. I will write a short
note and have Sherri take it over and get the medication. When did all of
this take place?"

"3 days ago."

"I think that we caught this in time to head off any serious infections and
none of the cuts are big enough to require stitches. Dave, if you see any
swelling or redness I want you to call day or night, also if he develops
the slightest fever. I am tempted to put Joel in the hospital for a couple
of days. I think we will wait and see if the medication does it job. I
would like to see you in my office in two days. I'll have the office girl
call and set up an appointment. Any questions, If not I will return to the
office which should be full of people waiting to see me. Go ahead and get
dressed now." The doctor said and left.

Joel took off his gown and stood their nude. I walked over and handed him
his clothes. For a 16 year old he is hung. He got dressed and Sherri came
back into the room. "I called and got an appointment with Judge Carol Davis
for 2:00 Monday afternoon. I am going to fax the pictures, and all the
information to her today. She wanted to have a chance to go over
everything," said Sherri. "Joel, do you want to file abuse charges against
your dad?'

"No, not at this time. I will if he decides to fight us in court."

"Good! I had my assistant call CSD in your home town and asked her to get a
notary, and two undercover policemen to act as witnesses. They will deliver
the papers to have your dad sign stating that he would not try to block
these proceedings and he agrees to allow someone to be appointed legal
guardian. The matter of your inheritance will be handled by a judge. This
is a legal matter and out of our jurisdiction . Now I would suggest that
the two of you go home and try to relax until Monday afternoon. See you
then." Sherri said.

Joel and I spent three days in the hot tub soaking. Between the soaking,
the medicine and the lotions that the doctor had given us, Joel's body did
a good job of healing and would take several more days for all the healing
to completely take place. It appears that he would have very little scaring
since all of his cuts were small and didn't require stitches.

*****

We were eating breakfast, Joel fell apart and started crying. "Joel, I know
you have a lot of fear built up inside and you should have. You have gone
through a frightening ordeal and a living hell. I assure you that the worse
is over. You will probably have nightmares for some time to come. Just
remember I will be by your side and fighting for you all the way. I have a
soft shoulder for you to cry on. Remember you can always talk with me.
Don't try to fight this battle all by yourself. I will get a counselor to
help you cope with this whole ordeal. Come here, I think I need a great big
hug from you now."

Joel relaxed a lot but he was still all tied in knots. Finally, we were on
our way to see the judge.


To be continued