From:     Snwdemon

Subject:  Who will catch my fall

Chapter 2:    (M/b, abusive situations, no sex)

WARNING:  This story contains descriptions of abusive acts, both physical and sexual in nature, involving MINOR boys.  I wish to explain that this story is not true!  Further, it is not intended to promote illegal acts against minors, but to educate people as to what a minor child has to do in order to survive in a severely abusive environment they are trapped.  One of the most famous examples of this was Steven Stayner, who was kidnapped at age 7 and severely abused for 7 years both physically, sexually, and mentally.  I have had the privilege of working with a number of boys like him, and I consider all of them to be extremely brave.  Many people still believe that children who stay with an abuser/captor do so because they want to.  This is utterly untrue, and is proven through numerous interviews, and psychological studies conducted with these victims.  A young child does not have the same ability to cope with stressful situations as an adult would because they have not had the privilege of time and experience that an adult has.  Therefore, they rely more on their basic instincts, and learn quickly what they need to do in order to survive.  Thus, when they are removed from that abusive situation they also have an extremely hard time adjusting to their new environment because they are not familiar with trust, caring, and compassion.  These are the emotions that the abused child has to learn once they are put into a new non-abusive environment.  People assume that these emotions are natural.  Many do not realize that most of our human emotions are learned.

The following story is a work of fiction; however, it does incorporate actual events that I learned from victims I counseled over the years.  I also do not encourage others to perform any kind of abusive or sexual act with minors.  If the subject of Man/boy sex, abuse, and/or rape of minors offends you, or this material is illegal to possess material of this nature in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age to possess such material, do not read further!

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Recap from Chapter 1:

"Really, it is ok son.  I promise that nobody will hurt you here, and nobody will hit you either.  I just want to help you is all, and I did not mean to frighten you just now.  You do not have to be afraid of me or of anybody else here because nobody is going to hurt you.  Please Devon, you need to trust me because all I want to do is help you, not hurt you.  You are not in any trouble, so you have nothing to be afraid of, ok?"  John said in a soft, caring tone.  He watched as Devon struggled with himself as to whether or not he should believe what John said.  Devon looked at John as he slowly let out his breath, and he thought that John had sad, but caring eyes.  Then John saw Devon wince again, and that seemed to make up Devon's mind.  Devon relaxed a little, then looked at John and spoke for the first time.

            "I...I'm not in trouble?"  Devon asked him, and John shook his head.  Another sharp pain went through his side and his eyes began to water as he sucked in another breath before gritting his teeth again.

            "No you are not in trouble Devon.  I just want to help you is all.  Are you feeling ok?"  John asked him as he saw Devon wince again, and his eyes water as if he were about to cry.  Devon held his breath until the pain passed, and he was feeling dizzy.  Now, he knew that he had no other choice but to trust the man because his side was getting worse.  He nodded his head to the man finally as a small whimper escaped him.  The man got up and went back to his chair while Devon watched him.  Devon was beginning to feel hot, yet cold too, and he started to sit up and remove the blanket.  However, when he glanced down at his side, he could see blood covering his hand.

"It's bleeding again."  He thought to himself as he realized this, and pressed his hand back down harder even though it hurt more.  He pulled the blanket tighter around him with his left hand first, and forced himself to look at the man when he spoke after covering his right side with his left hand again.

"I can't remember how I know I'm not related; I just know that I'm not his son is all.  I can't remember a lot of things cause of Pop."  Devon said to him quietly.

            "Can you remember where you lived then Devon?"  John asked him.

            "Not really sir.  I have an idea but it's kinda silly."  Devon said softly.  His throat felt dry and scratchy as he spoke.  He reached for his cup of chocolate with his left hand, but his hand started to shake as he touched it.  Then he felt another sharp pain in his right side where he had pressed his left hand against him.  His side felt wet and slippery now while his dizziness got worse.

            "Well you let me be the judge of that ok, where is this place that you think is silly?"  John asked as he looked at him, and it was obvious that Devon was in some kind of distress.  He was about to ask Devon if he was hurt when he answered him in a faint, quivering voice.

            "It's the kiss me cloud sir.  I think that is where I live.  I do...n't feel so go...od sir."  Devon said softly.  His side was really hurting him now, and he was so hot yet still freezing cold.  He shifted in his seat and the blanket slipped off his right shoulder.  Detective Roberts could see the large bloodstain that was covering the entire right side of Devon's dirty t-shirt underneath his bloody left hand.  He saw that Devon's whole body was now shaking badly, and that his eyes were glassy.  The last thing he noticed was that one of Devon's pupils was dilated while the other was almost fully closed.  John had already started to move when Devon spoke again in a faint trembling voice before he toppled off the chair into John's arms.

            "It hu...rts real sir," was all Devon was able to say before he felt his world spinning out of control as he started falling into utter darkness.

End of Chapter 1

Who will catch my fall?

Chapter 2.  November 18, 1995

            "I got you Devon," Detective Roberts said as he caught Devon as he toppled out of the chair sideways.  He quickly scooped him up in his arms and lifted him up to the table.  Then he brushed the mostly empty cup of chocolate out of the way and gently laid him onto the table.  Next, he lifted Devon's shirt up and saw a long deep gash on his right side as well as what appeared to be entrance and exit holes in his t-shirt.  He quickly placed his hand on top of the wound to Devon's side to stem the bleeding from the wound.

            "Hold on son, help is on the way.  I need some help in here NOW!"  John shouted as he applied pressure to Devon's wound while Devon's eyes rolled up into his head.  A few seconds later, the door burst open, and Sgt. Jerry O'Malley came in followed by the Captain Lee Smith.

            "Oh shit!  I can't believe I missed seeing that," O'Malley said as he moved over beside John, grabbed Devon's t-shirt at the neck, and ripped it down the front to allow John better access to the wound.  Then Jerry swore as he ripped the sleeve of Devon's shirt open.  "Jesus, he has another wound on his right shoulder."

            "Call an ambulance, then someone grab the first aid kit, and bring some bandages now!  I've got a gunshot wound to the chest here."  John said in a loud voice as Jerry finished ripping open Devon's dirty t-shirt, and tossing the tattered remains away.

            "Check his breathing, Jerry," John said to Sgt. O'Malley who gently tilted Devon's head back and placed his ear next to Devon's nose.

            "Yeah John, he's still breathing, but it's weak.  Mother of God, look at all of those bruises on him.  Come on lets roll him over real quick to see if he has more wounds."  O'Malley said as he looked down at Devon's bare chest and stomach.  He had large purple and black bruises covering most of his upper body.  The Captain and John gently rolled him onto his side while O'Malley held Devon's head.  John could see the entrance to the bullet wound to Devon's right shoulder/arm as well as the gash on his right side.  John also saw another blood stain on the dirty waistband of Devon's underwear that was visible.

            "I think there is another wound on his lower back or leg...ok let's roll him back...gently now.  You there, help get his jeans off and bring that kit in here!"  John said to a uniformed officer standing in the doorway holding the first aid kit.  The officer came in and helped slip off Devon's shoes before undoing the button and zipper on his jeans.  He then pulled them down and off Devon's legs leaving him in just his dirty, wet, and tattered underwear.  They all rolled Devon once more onto his side and John counted two more entrance wounds to Devon's lower back and right leg.

            "He said he had been running for his life at the time of the shooting yesterday.  Jesus Christ!  How the hell was this kid still able to walk or stand is beyond me," Captain Smith exclaimed.  O'Malley had opened the kit and was handing out large compresses to the other officers around the table.  They all applied pressure to each of Devon's wounds while others came and went with more bandages.

            "We need more bandages in here!"  Captain Smith shouted as he continued to put pressure on the wound to Devon's lower back/buttock.

            "We don't have any more sir; but I brought a bunch of these t-shirts so maybe you can use them instead."  A female officer answered as she came in with a bundle of white t-shirts.

"They will do, now where in the hell are those paramedics!"  O'Malley bellowed while taking the t-shirts from her.

"They should be here any minute now sergeant," she told him before leaving the room.  A few minutes later, the first of the paramedics came through the door.

            "Oh God, not another kid," the second paramedic exclaimed when he saw Devon's small semi-nude body lying on the table as he pushed the gurney into the room while his partners came behind him with the backboard and med kits.

            "What do we got John," asked the paramedic in charge.  He was a large black man with a Mohawk that reminded people of Mr. T without the beard.  John had known him for most of his life since they grew up next door to each other in the SeaTac Area of SeattleTyrone had been a paramedic just as long as John has been a cop.

            "This kid has 4 gunshot wounds Tyrone.  One to his right side and chest and one to his right shoulder area.  He also has one to his lower back on his left side close to his spine and another to his right thigh.  The chest wound seems to be the worst of them though.  How in the hell he was able to walk in here today, we do not know.  His name we are not sure of either, but call him Devon for now.  Ty, I think this is the boy who was seen running from Bill Jefferies yesterday.  If he is that boy, then it is a miracle he is still alive, and I want to keep him that way."  John told his long time friend.

            "No promises my man, but I will do my best," Ty told his longtime best friend.  "Ok officers, I appreciate your efforts, but now let me and my people go to work.  Thank you all very much.  Kim, have you got that IV line in yet?  He's lost a lot of blood, so we will use the pressure pants, and run a large bore IV to an artery."

            "Ok!  The show's over people, you all have work to do, and if not I can find some for you to do."  The Captain said loudly.  In a few moments, everybody had cleared the hallway around the room except, O'Malley, John, and the Captain.  "O'Malley come with me, and let's see what we can find out about this kid.  Roberts, I want you to stay with him.  If he pulls through, I want you to be there when he wakes up.  On second thought O'Malley, go with John.  The press will be all over this, so I want you to keep the hounds away from this injured fox."  The Captain told them as they moved out of the way while Tyrone started out of the door with the gurney.

            "Jerry, before you follow, I want you to have someone bag all of his clothes in evidence bags for me, then meet me at the hospital with a few other officers you can trust."  John told him, who nodded his head as John hurried after the gurney carrying Devon.  "Ty, I'm staying with him, as of right now he is under police protection understood."  John said as he caught up with Tyrone.

            "You can ride in the front with ShawKim, follow us in my car.  Come on people!  Let's move it," Ty said loudly as they loaded Devon into the ambulance.  Tyrone climbed in the back with him once Devon was loaded inside.  The ambulance was racing towards the trauma center a few moments later.  Ty had the other medic start two more IV's on Devon while he put the pressure pants on him.  Pressure pants are inflatable cuffs that cover the lower portion of the body.  When inflated they force most of the blood back into the upper body, thus increasing the wounded victim's blood pressure.  Once Ty had that done, he then radioed ahead to the hospital emergency room.

"University Center, this is Medic One, we are in route with an unresponsive young white male approximately 10 years old with gunshot wounds to his right chest, right shoulder, Lower left spine, and right leg.  His BP is 100 over 51, pulse 130, pupils fixed with one dilated, shallow respirations with a core temperature of 92.  I have him fully intubated with full oxygen with the pressure pants and I'm pushing three bags of saline.  Our ETA is 4 minutes."

            "I copy that Medic One; we will be ready and waiting for you in trauma 4.  University Center out," replied the emergency nurse on duty.

            "Get a move on Shaw, his BP is dropping fast so we need to be there like ten minutes ago," Ty said loudly over the wail of the siren.  Shaw did not respond other than to floor the accelerator.  Two minutes later the ambulance pulled into the University driveway to the emergency loading ramp.  Sixty seconds after that, Devon was being wheeled through the doors.

            "Bring him into #4," the emergency nurse directed them as they wheeled Devon inside.  As soon as they got him into the room, he was lifted off the gurney and put on the treatment table.  The team of doctors, nurses, and emergency room technicians went to work on him immediately while Ty briefed them on his condition.  One nurse quickly cut away the tattered underwear he was still wearing while another started doing a quick wash down of his body to clear away some of the dirt so the doctors could see his wounds clearly.

            "Ok people, I want x-rays of his chest, abdomen, pelvis and right leg.  He is losing a lot of blood so push as many bags of Type O+ as you can, then type and cross when you get a chance.  Wash down his right side real good and get me a scalpel so I can clamp off the artery where he is bleeding.  Bring me a chest tube then let's get him up to the OR suite.  Call up to pediatrics and let them know that I need an Ortho cutter, and a neuro cutter to meet us in the surgical suite stat.  Let's move people, this kid is not going to die on my watch!"  The pediatric emergency room surgeon said above the others voices.  Ty and John got out of the way, as the emergency personnel carried out the doctor's orders.

John watched the team of people go to work to save Devon's life, then he went over to the nurse's station to speak with the emergency room nurse there.  He was joined by Tyrone while the other paramedics refilled the supplies used and cleaned the blood from their equipment.

"I want whatever clothing he still had on bagged and brought to me.  I want all of the recovered bullets or fragments also.  This is an important kid and he is under police protection.  I expect everyone here to keep their mouths shut when the press arrives.  If I find out about anyone flapping their lips to a reporter, they will be looking for another job tomorrow morning.  Is that clear," John asked the nurse for her to relay it to the rest of the staff.  Once the nurse scurried off, John bowed is head and massaged the area just above his eyes with his hand.  It took a moment before he acknowledged Tyrone and spoke.

"What do you think his chances are Ty?"  John asked his friend.

"Truthfully, I would normally say that he's dead already, but this kid is a survivor.  For him to have been shot 4 times yesterday and still walk in calmly into the department today.  Man this kid will make it, and you can take that to the bank."  Ty told his friend.

"Yeah, I think you are right Ty.  This kid is a tough one.  You saw all of those bruises and scars on him.  That pervert Jefferies sure put him through hell."  John answered while he watched the technician taking x-rays of Devon.

"Jefferies?  You mean to tell me that this is Jefferies kid?"  Tyrone asked John in a surprised tone.

"I don't think so Ty.  He said that Jefferies was not his father, and I believe him.  However, he cannot remember what his real name is, or where he lived.  Well, he said he thought he might live someplace called the `kiss me cloud'.  Does that ring any bells for you?"  John asked him.  Tyrone thought for a moment before answering his friend.

"Um...yeah...yeah John, it does.  Hang on a second ok," Tyrone said before walking out to the ramp outside while John followed him.  Ty went over to the female paramedic who had followed in his official car.

"Kim, come here for a moment.  Last year when you went on vacation, you called the place the `kiss me cloud' when you were telling us about your vacation.  Where did you go and where is that place at?"  Tyrone asked her.

"We took the kids to Disneyworld in Orlando, Florida, why?"  Kim asked him.

"The boy that we just brought in here is the kid seen running away from Jefferies yesterday before the shooting.  I thought he might be Jefferies son, but he insisted that Jefferies was not his father and not even related to him.  However, he cannot remember his real name, or where he used to live other than the place was called the `kiss me cloud'.  So where is this `kiss me cloud' place he is talking about?"  John asked her.

"It's Kissimmee St. Cloud, Florida.  We got Sheila a t-shirt that said "welcome to the kiss me cloud" on it."  She said to John, but he was looking down and away and mumbling something when she looked at him.  When he looked up at them, he had a shocked look on his face.

"What is it John," they asked him simultaneously.

"Dear God, I think it's him.  But he can't be because he isn't old enough."  John said more to himself than to anyone else.

"Who John?  Who are you talking about?"  Tyrone asked him while putting his hand on John's shoulder.

            "Ten years ago it was all over the news.  5-year-old Alex Rivera was kidnapped from a shopping mall in Kissimmee St. Cloud.  They searched for months for him but could find no trace.  They even accused his mother of kidnapping him just to keep her husband from getting custody.  It pushed her over the edge and she committed suicide.  It was later revealed that the police had a videotape that showed little Alex being carried away by a man while he struggled to get free.  His father sued the police for causing his wife's death, and for botching the whole investigation and he won millions.  Today he is one of the most well known public speakers on child safety and crimes against kids.  But this kid is not even a preteen so he couldn't be Alex Rivera because Alex would be almost 16 years old today."  John explained to them.  Kim agreed with John but Ty was shaking his head when John looked at him.

            "What?  You think it's possible that he is Alex Rivera?"  John asked Tyrone.

            "Yeah I do," Ty responded.

            "Come on Ty.  You saw the kid damn near naked.  He isn't even close to puberty yet."  John told his friend as if pointing out the obvious.  However, Tyrone continued to shake his head disagreeing with John.  "Ok, then tell me why you think he could be Alex Rivera then."

            "It's simple John.  The Billy Lupoc case last year," was all Ty said to his friend.

            "Shit!  That is right.  Damn you Ty, you should have become a cop."  John told his friend with a smile.  He then excused himself and went inside to call the Captain.  Kim looked at Tyrone with a confused expression on her face.

            "The Billy Lupoc case was a kid who was severely abused and neglected.  He looked like an 11 or 12-year-old boy physically and was only 4' 10" tall, but it turned out that he was really 18.  Once he was put into a rehabilitation hospital where he was given good food every day, and not being beaten all the time, the boy sprouted like a weed.  He went through puberty in seven months and grew eleven inches in the same amount of time.  Today he is 5' 11" and weighs 160 lbs.  It was explained by an expert that when young prepubescent kids are severely abused and deprived of food that their bodies kind of stops growing because it is too busy trying to heal itself from the abuse being inflicted on the kid."  Tyrone explained to her.

"So, that boy in there could really be 15 years old and be Alex Rivera."  Kim said in response.

"Yes he could be, and if he is Alex, then I cannot imagine what kind of hell he has lived through these last ten years."  Tyrone said in a saddened voice.

End of Chapter 2

Endnote:  Ok I will admit that I stole some of the traits for one of my character's in this story from a very well know public figure who champions for missing, runaway, and abused children.  However, our hero in this story is actually based on a real person.  Alejandro Ramirez was 6 years old when he was abducted from a mall in his hometown in the Southwestern U.S.  He was recovered and reunited with his family 5 years later after his abductor was killed in a shootout with police in Knoxville, Tennessee.  When Alex (the American version of his name) was recovered at age 11, it was later learned that his abductor had kidnapped, raped, beaten, and murdered three other boys, one that was his own son.  Although it was suspected, but never proven, that his abductor may have kidnapped and murdered possibly as many as 20 boys over a 15 year period.  So why did he spare Alex?  Read chapter 4 to learn that answer ok.

Another point I would like to make is that abused children are 90% more likely to be underweight, and undersize with emotional problems later on in life.  They are also more likely to have delayed physical development and be physically smaller than other children who are not abused making it harder for adults to know their true age.  They are usually the kids you never take notice of because they are experts at keeping themselves hidden from notice.  Abused children are also the least likely kids to be bullied at school also because again they are expert at hiding themselves from attention even from other kids.  They do this, not because they want to, but because their survival depends on how well they do it.

This trait is even more pronounced in children who have been abducted.  The simple fact is that a child is completely dependant upon the adults around them.  So when a child is abducted, then they are forced to depend solely upon their abductor.  This is why Elizabeth Smart was able to hide in plain view right in her hometown and across the nation.  She knew that her life depended upon her ability to obey her abductors and not to attract any attention to herself.  I have no doubt in my mind that if the cop who detained her and her abductors had let them go after asking if she was Elizabeth; then she would not have lived to see the next sunrise.  I will discuss in further detail about an abducted child's psychology in later endnotes through out this story.  I hope that this information will help educate people as to how an abused or abducted child thinks and behaves so that they may be able to identify these children and to help them if possible in the future.  Thanks again to everyone who has responded to my stories.  Damion.

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