Date: Wed, 24 Mar 1999 22:50:32 PST
From: Mike R <lil_boytoy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Greg Chapter 13 part 3

Greg Chapter 13.
By: Michael
Author's Note at the end.

"Look kid, I want cash!  Now unless you got some green you ain't
getting any."

"Ahh come on, you know I am good for it.  All I need is a few hours to
get some cash from sucking on a slob's tool.  I just need the fix to do
that then I'll pay you double.  Please just one hit; I need it bad,"
whines the young man.

The drug pusher looks at his junkie and thinks of how damn easier it
was to get this one hooked.  He remembers how easy it was to talk the
young boy into going out with him after the party that night.  He
always made sure that the kid had plenty to drink and that he kept him
far away from his two more streetwise friends.  He can't help but smile
as he remembers shooting the drunken hooker with his first taste of
heroin, and getting him instantly hooked.

"Look kid, it ain't my problem how you get the dough, but no dough, no
flight."

"Damn, Patrick, please I am almost coming down.  I need it to live man,
don't do this me.  Come on I can suck your dick like old times; I'll do
anything just one more hit," pleads Greg.

Patrick just laughs and starts to walk from the crying kid.  He knows
Greg will get the money like he always does and come running to his
good friend Patrick for the next fix.
					***
Jeff steps off the plane and heads to the rental car place.  He uses
the company card to get the automobile and as his proof that he is able
to drive the car even though he is not 25 yet.

He throws his duffel bag into the car and glances at his face in the
rear view mirror.  A small tear runs down his cheek.  He can see a
broken man desperate to regain life looking back at him.  He runs his
hands over the start of a beard; he can't help but chuckle at that
considering how he dislikes facial hair.  His mind wonders what other
things in his life has he let slip.

His silent reverie is broken from someone honking for him to move. He
nods to the person giving him the finger and pulls out of the airport
heading for all the dark parts of San Francisco.
				***
"MMM, yeah suck it baby, oh yeah you're my bitch tonight"

The sleazy man continues his dirty talk while Greg leans over from the
passenger's seat to blow him.  All that is on Greg's mind is getting
the cash from this man so he can get high again.  He long ago lost the
concern of his dignity.  He gets the man off quickly; he is thankful
for this last trick that Ashton and Philipee taught him before they
ditched him.

"AHHHHH Yeah Bitch take it, take it all..."

The man thrust his cock hard into Greg's well trained mouth.  Greg is
forced this time to swallow cum.  He could careless all he wants is a
fix.
				****
"Hey Greggie, how's it going babe?"

"Look Patrick just give me the shit. Here is your cash now where is
it?"

Greg's hand shakes slightly as he hands the wad of cash to the man.

"Whoa, looks like you got the cash just in time there, didn't you? Hey
come to think of it from the looks of your arms I think it's time you
start using your hands if you know what I mean," winks Patrick.

"Yeah, sure just give me the stuff."

Patrick hands over a small baggy with a little bottle in it to Greg.
Greg snatches it quickly and takes off running back to his little alley
away from prying eyes.  He rolls up his sleeve and sees the countless
track marks and figures that Patrick might be right.  He places the
latex tube around his arm in the spot that has a perpetual bruise and
indention from repeated tying.  He readies his needle and inserts it
into the webbing between two fingers in his left hand.  He continues
through the procedures that all junkies know all to well.

Greg slowly lies back as the bliss settles in and the daze takes over.
He lets the needle slip from his hand.  He just sits back and enjoys
the high not caring of all the shit he had to go through to get it or
of what he will have to go through once again to get the next one.
					****
Jeff continues to drive the streets of San Francisco.  He pulls up
alongside two hookers.

"Hey stud! Tonight's your lucky night.  You can have both of us for the
price of one."

Jeff gets a sick feeling in his stomach knowing that this could have
been him or anyone of the kids at the ranch.  He pulls out the picture
of Greg from almost year ago that his family had faxed to ranch.

"Look you give me information on this kid and I'll give you cash for
it.  I don't want sex just info."

He shows the two hookers the picture.  Their eyes widen a little given
away the fact that they recognize him.

"I ain't ever seen him, what about you Philipee?"

"Nah, but he is damn cute though wouldn't mind getting his ass."

Jeff looks at the two with disgust, for lying to him and then talking
about his true love like that.

"Don't bullshit me. See this?  This $300 it's yours if you tell me the
truth.  I know you know who he is."

The two boys look at each other and decide the cash is the right price
to make them talk.

"He works the corner bout two blocks up.  If he ain't there he'll be in
the back alley given it to someone. Other than that we don't know,"
replies Philipee.

"Now give us the cash!"

The shock of the information that they told him hits Jeff.  How could
he let this happen to his love?

"Hey asshole what about the money?"

Jeff shakes himself awake again.  He practically throws the cash out
the window as he speeds off to find Greg.

Jeff screeches the car to a stop in front of the alley; he jumps out
and looks around for Greg.  He than turns to the alley praying that
Greg is not back there having sex with some man.

Jeff soon wishes his prayer went unanswered.  He was not prepared for
what he saw.  He looks down and sees someone lying limply by a bunch of
old trash, with a needle and rubber tube a few inches from him, or
rather, someone that resembles Greg.  Jeff's eyes travel over the
skinny body.  H can see how the clothes just hang on the skeleton
wrapped in pale clammy skin.  He starts to tear up as his eyes linger
on Greg's face; he reaches out to brush the dirty matted hair from the
dark cavities that house Greg's dazed eyes.  His hand trembles as it
runs along the sunken cheek covered in dirt.  He thinks to himself,
what has happen to my beautiful baby?

Jeff slowly picks up the "bag of bones" that is now Greg.  He shivers
being able to feel Greg's hipbones and backbones in his arms.  He
carries the young man that should be full life back to his car.  He
whispers into Greg's ear.

"You're safe now baby; the one who loves you is going take care of
you."
					***
"Shit! No! Oh god! I'll tell the others right away.  Oh man Jeff I am
so sorry to hear this.  I'll have Jim waiting at the airport for you
guys," speaks Jason into the phone.

Jason hangs up the phone and looks at the people staring at him.  He
motions for Jim and Justin to come into the office. He explains to them
what Jeff told him about Greg, and that both are taking a late flight
back up.

Jim nods in agreement and starts to head to the car to pick both boys
up.  He knows the routine all to well for a heroin junkie.  He just
wonders if the Ranch is ready to handle its first heroin junkie?  He
hopes that Greg is just physically addicted and not mentally or there
will be a long road ahead for the poor kid.

Justin is quickly pulled aside by one of the kids.

"Look Justin I know I ain't been to straight with you guys, but listen
to me on this one please.  That kid is about 18 hours is gonna be
craving again.  It ain't gonna pretty.  You gotta lock him in a room
trust me!"

Justin looks shocked realizing the guy is right, and tries to do the
math quickly in his head.

"Shit, we will have only about 2 hours by the time they get back"

Justin starts to enlist the help of this street kid and a few others to
get a makeshift detox room together.
					****
Jason, Jacob, and Justin all gasp as Jeff carries in the frail body of
Greg.  Justin leads the way to the room.  Jeff sets Greg down on the
bed with tears in his eyes. Greg moans softly as he feels Jeff lightly
kiss his forehead.  The next thing Greg hears is the door close softly
than a latching sound.
					****
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Jacob flinches as he hears another scream and bang on the door from
upstairs.  Kids, all over the Ranch, are not sleeping tonight.  No one
could sleep tonight with all the screams and moans coming from Greg's
private slice of hell.

"PLEASE SOMEONE ANYONE LET ME OUT! I"LL BE GOOD I PROMISE!"

Jeff tenses again hearing another plead.  He looks to his friends and
gets up.  Jason grabs hold of him before he can get too far.

"Jason let go of me!"

"No Jeff you can't let him out, this is for his own good."

"Screw that, he is dying in there!"

Another scream can be heard as if on cue.

"Please people let him out of there; he is in pain."

Justin walks over to Jeff and Jason and puts a hand on his friend's
shoulder.

"Jeff you know we can't, but maybe having someone in there could help
him."

"Yes! Please let me go in there to be with him!"

Jason and Justin nod in agreement and follow Jeff up the stairs with
key in hand. They open the door enough to let Jeff squeeze in.  Jeff
slips past the door, but nothing could prepare him for what he saw or
smells.

Jeff watches, as Greg lays on the bed doubled over in pain clutching
his stomach in agony. Greg looks up to see Jeff enter, but before he
can say a word the next wave of nausea takes over.  Greg's already
empty and under fed stomach contracts again, his mouth opens as more
yellowish bile expels from it adding to the previous fits.  Jeff stands
there stunned at this horrific scene in front of him.  He watches, as
the one he loves goes through the living nightmare of withdrawal.  All
Jeff can think of is to just hold Greg; he walks over to the bed as his
nostril's flair.  The smells of bile, shit, and piss flood his senses;
he himself suddenly has the erg to vomit from the smells surrounding
Greg's bed.  Jeff swallows hard and forces himself to walk those lasts
few steps to Greg's bed.

"I'm here baby; we're gonna get through this together."

Greg tries to speak, but his body shakes to bad to get the reply out.
Even in Greg's hell he can feel Jeff's arms wrap around him and hold
him tight.

Jeff slowly starts to cry as he can feel the shakes and cold sweat of
Greg's body pressed against his.  Jeff soon looses all concern with the
world; all that he cares about is what is now in his arms.  He watches
over Greg the rest of the night knowing that this is only the beginning
for Greg and maybe the beginning for both of them.
				****

"AAA, water--wa--water," squeaks Greg in his dehydrated voice.

Jeff gets up quickly without a moment to spare; he quickly grabs a
glass and the pitcher of water that Jason left when he came to check on
them.  He pours a glass and rushes it back over to Greg.

Greg drinks greedily from the glass.

"M--M--More"

Jeff pours glass after glass for Greg; finally after the fifth glass
Greg shakes his head for no more.  The awkward moment of silence
quickly sets in as both boys stare at each other.  Greg breaks the
silence first.

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"You know what I mean; why did you come get me?  I was doing just find
on my own.  You didn't have to do that.  I was taking care of myself"

Jeff just stands there stunned at this remark.  How could Greg say
this; the hurt and rage inside Jeff boils over. He walks over to Greg
grabs him hard and drags the kicking and screaming boy to the locked
and closed door.

"LOOK!"

"NO! LET ME GO YOU FUCKER!"

"NO DAMMIT FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE GREG YOU ARE NOT GETTING YOUR WAY! NOW
OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES AND LOOK IN THE MIRROR!"

Jeff holds the struggling boy in front of the mirror till he opens his
eyes.  Greg finally gives in and opens them.

"You call this a life and doing fine Greg?  Look at yourself; take a
good look at yourself. I found you laying in an alley with a dirty
needle. Here let me help you get a better look!"  In his fit of rage
Jeff rips the soiled shirt from Greg's withered body.

"See this these sores on your arm?  Those are fucking track marks of a
heroin junkie.  Hell, look at your hand.  You've used your arms so much
that veins are no longer any good so you had to move to your hands, and
you fucked up last night and popped a vessel.  That's what all the
pretty "techno-coloring" is in your hand."

Jeff continues with his assault on Greg and begins to undo Greg's
pants.  Jeff has yet to realize that shock is setting in on Greg.

"Here lets help you some more Greg.  There now look at your naked body.
Those things jutting out of your skin are bones.  You call selling your
body for drug money a life?  You ask me why did I do it.  This is why."

Greg turns away from the mirror and stares Jeff in the eyes.  His eyes
begin to water as he falls to the ground in sobs.  Jeff realizes he
went to far and moves over to hold Greg's naked body in his arms.  Jeff
slowly starts to rock them back and forth.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," whispers Jeff.

Greg tries to clear his mind to respond, but barely gets out a whimper.
Jeff slowly lifts himself up carrying Greg in his arms.  He makes his
way to the door and knock softly on it.  Soon the latch turns and the
doors opens slowly as a semi-awake Jacob lets them past.  Jeff carries
Justin down the hall not caring at who stares at them; he makes his way
to the bathroom.

"Just stay here for a second baby."

Jeff starts to leave but feels a bony hand grab hold of him.

"I'll be right back; I promise."

Jeff leaves the bathroom and races to his room not wanting to Greg
alone for to long.  He comes back with two pairs of boxers and a few
toiletries.  He moves over to the tub and starts the water for a bath.
He looks at him then Greg.

"Well I think it isn't big enough for the both of us; so I guess you
get to go first."

Greg just nods.

Jeff undresses himself as the water fills up in tub.  He slowly picks
up Greg's cold clammy body and eases it into the water.  Greg lets out
a gasp as the warm water hits his body.

"To Hot?"

Greg just shakes his head `no.' Jeff grabs a sponge and soap.  He works
a good lather and slowly presses the sponge on Greg's shoulder.  He
makes small circular motions quietly working his way down the young
man's chest and across his torso.  Jeff continues the bathing, as both
men are lost in their own thoughts.  Jeff watches as the sponge leaves
a trail suds across Greg's sunken stomach.  Jeff slowly moves a the
sponge over the bruised hand and up the arm with countless marks and
sores; he notices how ironic it is they fit in with the suicide scars
on his wrist.  He grabs a cup and fills it with the warm water and
pours it over Greg to wash away the suds.  Jeff goes back to washing
Greg concentrating now on his lower body.  He starts at his feet
cleaning them ever so softy; he does this half in love and half in fear
that he may hurt the fragile boy.

Jeff carefully makes his way up the legs and finally gets to the spot
that should bring him the joy, but all he can think of is how many
times this piece of meat and its counter part on the backside were
misused for money. Jeff quickly washes it and then goes for the shampoo
bottle.  He pours a generous amount onto Greg's head.

Greg shivers once.

"Sorry"

Greg just shrugs at the apology.  He soon feels Jeff's strong fingers
and hands running through his mangled hair.

"Close your eyes."


Greg closes his eyes as he feels the warm water flow over his head and
down his face to wash away the suds in his hair.

Jeff reaches up to drain the water; he helps Greg stand up and slowly
moves the thick oversized towel over Greg's under fed body.  He tries
his best to block the tears inside him. Greg stares off into space
trying to block his own thoughts.

After finishing drying Greg off Jeff slowly sits him down on the toilet
and than gets into the bathtub and starts his shower.  He quickly goes
through the motions of it letting the numbness of the moment just take
over.

					*****

Jeff and the rest of the group uncomfortably wait outside the
examination room as the doctor goes through his mile long list of tests
that he does to Greg.  After a few hours the doctor comes out with a
grim look on his face.

"I still feel that even though this young man is of legal age, that his
family should be notified of his condition.  But, I do have to respect
his request."

The doctor takes a long pause and than begins again.

"It's not good.  Most of the blood work will have to wait a week, but
what I have seen so for this kid was near his end. The list ranges from
a simple case of Genital lice (crabs for us mundane folks) and Scabies
to serious problems with his kidneys due to drug use and severe
malnutrition, and not to mention the likely hood that he may have a
STD.

Everyone's breath leaves his body for a moment.  Jeff's knees weaken as
Jason comes over to help him stand.

To everyone close to Greg and to Greg himself the next week was a blur
as the waited for the results.  Greg started his rehab and dialysis; he
seemed to become a mute and a recluse.  Jeff and Jacob seemed to be the
only two people he would allow to get within 10 feet of him.  Thus
making both guys kind of forced to go with Greg to his medical
appointments and to his rehab sessions.

"I'll get it!" hollered Jacob as he left the room with the silent Greg
quickly at his feet.

"Hello? Road kill Café, you kill em we grill em. How may we serve you?"

"Ah, excuse me?"

"OH! Dr. Colleen! Sorry bout that," squirms Jacob. "How can I help
you."

The doctor smiles some in his tone. "It's okay, is Mr. Jefferson
there?"

"Sure he's right here, but ah, he hasn't been talking much.  Maybe you
should speak with Jim, Justin, or Jeff?"

"I understand, can you get one of them for me?"

Jacob puts down the phone and, as if on cue, Jeff starts to turn the
corner.  Jacob hands him the phone explains that it is Dr. Colleen's on
the phone.  Jeff sits there and talks with the doctor; he does a lot of
nodding and saying of `yes sir' and "I understand.'

He hangs up the phone and looks to Greg.  Both men just stare at each
other.  The words are never spoken.  Jeff opens his arms up as Greg
walks weakly to them; he collapses into his arms crying as Jeff's own
tears wet the top of his head.

Jacob stands there in confusion wondering what is happening.  He
finally speaks.

"W--W--What is it Jeff?" asks a scared Jacob.


Author's Note:

Okay guys and gals I know a lot of you have been asking for this
chapter and I apologize for it being tardy.  I debated a long time
about posting this one.  In fact, I even tried to attempt to rewrite
this chapter once or twice.  I guess what I am trying to say is that
"Greg" and I have lost some sort of bond.  I am not saying this is the
last chapter, but I am saying that this may the last one for a while.
"Greg," "Jeff," the rest of the group, and I all need to reconnect
somehow.  Something is missing, or maybe I've found something that the
story was filling in for.  I don't know; I do know that for a while the
story will be left hanging.  I am sorry, but this is all can do at the
moment.

Your Loyal Writer,
Michael.

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