Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 17:26:51 -0800 From: JS Collection Subject: SOMEONE LIKE YOU Chapter 6 Relationships THIS STORY IS TOTALLY FICTITIOUS. IT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE SEX BETWEEN TWO MEN. IF THIS IS OFFENSIVE TO YOU DON'T READ IT. IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO BE READING IT, YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE TO BEGIN WITH SO JUST GO ELSEWHERE. OTHERWISE, ENJOY IT. JWS P.S. MOST OF MY WRITING HAS SOME SEX IN IT. IT IS SELDOM IN THE BEGINNING AND IS USUALLY AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE STORY. SO IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR JACKOFF MATERIAL YOU ARE PROBABLY WASTING YOUR TIME READING ME. JWS (from end of Chapter 5) "Jim, what did Robert do that made you hate him?" Bobby asked "I never said that I hate Uncle Robert." Jim answered. "So what did he do?" SOMEONE LIKE YOU Chapter 6 "Bobby, I don't think that is something I want to discuss with a fifteen year old kid." Jim was staring out at the mountains on the far side of the valley, remembering the first of many times that Robert who he had adored up to that day, had forced him to submit to his sexual lust. Even after years of therapy his emotions still were confused. It still made him angry with himself that he still found himself being aroused when he thought about Robert's big masculine body. Yet when he thought of the mental abuse that Robert had put him though he felt worthless and used. He hated Robert for that. All these years later it was as if it had happened yesterday. No one had a right to inflict that on another person. "Why not?" Bobby insisted. "It was probably the same thing he did to me." Bobby was sitting on the edge of the bench with his head down, kicking at the gravel with his toe. His voice was so low Jim barely heard what he had said. It was like a scream in Jim's head. It brought him back to the present. He whipped around on the bench and grabbed Bobby by his arms, pulling him to his chest. "The son of a bitch raped you?" Bobby's head was against Jim's chest. Jim felt him nod. He wrapped him in a tight hug. "Oh God, Bobby, I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this." Bobby broke down and started sobbing. Tears of anger and the frustration of trying to keep it all in perspective ran down Jim's cheeks. 'Goddamn Robert, he thought, he's a grown man. How could he do this to a child?' "They kept making me go back to him." Bobby sobbed. "And every time he'd do it again. I had to run away. They think I'm just a no good punk kid that doesn't appreciate what I've got. I don't have anything. Nobody loves me. My mom thinks I'm just a pain in the ass. And the only good I am to Robert is a hole he can fuck." Bobby's course street language shocked Jim. But steering Bobby in the right direction was paramount to word usage "That's bullshit, Bobby. You deserve to be loved. You have done nothing to deserve being raped." "Why does he do it to me? I only wanted him to love me and treat me like his kid." "You dad is sick, Bobby. May God forgive me for not bringing him to justice years ago. I am so sorry Bobby." "Nobody would have believed you. Just like they won't believe me." "Did you try to tell them what was happening?" "Yes, once the first time I ran away. They said I was making it up. A respected man like my dad wouldn't do a thing like that." Bobby hesitated and looked up at Jim. "Did you? Did you tell anyone that he was fucking you? "No, Bobby, I didn't tell a soul. I was too ashamed. I felt that I was worthless and no one would want to know me if they knew about me." "I know." "But now there are two of us, Bobby. And I'm not ashamed anymore. He won't touch you again." Bobby sat back gulping air, trying to stop the sobs. "You mean that Jim? You won't let them send me back to him?" "I promise you that you will not be sent back to Robert. And we'll make him pay for what he has done." Nathan stood at the corner of the building watching Jim and Bobby on the bench. He couldn't hear their conversation, but he had a very good idea what it was about. He had put two and two together and figured out that Jim's uncle and Bobby's father were one and the same. When the two of them sat apart and continued talking, he strode out to them. "Have you two had enough time to get to know each other?" He asked as he approached. Jim looked up at him, and then down at Bobby. He reached over and brushed the hair back from his face. "You ready to get the ball rolling?" Bobby didn't lift his eyes. He just nodded. "Bobby, look at me." He looked up. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You have done nothing wrong. It is Robert who has done wrong. And you and I have to stop him, Bobby." "But he's my dad." Bobby was torn between filial allegiance and a need to be loved. "I know, but he has to be stopped. Come, let's go in and talk with Nathan." ~ Three hours turned into eight before Nathan and Jim succeeded in accomplishing their aim. Nathan's car sat in the 57 parking lot, commonly called a freeway, as everyone rushed to pack it tight in a frenzy to get home for the evening. They were tired but happy after spending hours with child services and the L.A. police. Bobby was buckled into the back seat. Jim protected a folder full of papers lying on his lap. On of them gave him legal temporary custody of Bobby. Jim smiled to himself as he thought about suddenly having a focus to his life again. He had gone through the motions of living for three years. Now he had Nathan in his life and a troubled teenager that desperately needed his help, love and guidance. He turned and looked over the seat at Bobby. He had nodded off. His head rested on armrest; his longish black hair hung over his face. In sleep there was no sign of the trauma that the boy had been through. Nathan chuckled. Jim turned back and looked at him. "What?" he asked. "I was just thinking about your meeting with Mrs. Sharp from Child Services." "That woman is a controlling bitch. " "No, Jim, not really. She holds Bobby's interests foremost. I loved the way she just sat there like a big boulder while you yelled at her. Her gaze never wavered from your face until you wound down. And then she acquiesced with a little smile." "I may have raised my voice, but I didn't yell." Jim protested. "You were yelling. You even shook your fist at her." Nathan laughed, and then imitating Jim, he shook his fist at the windshield. "He's my cousin. He's my blood relative, for Christ sakes! Why can't I have him?" He glanced at Jim, who was blushing and grinning at him. "I guess I did get a bit dramatic, didn't I?" "She loved it. I think that was what convinced her to let you take Bobby." They were both quiet for a bit, lost in their own thoughts. And then Jim chuckled. "God, I'd love to be there when the police arrest the mighty Robert Baxter. I can just imagine the look of righteous indignation on his face as the charges are read to him." Nathan studied Jim as the traffic had come to a standstill again. "You seem quite well adjusted for having been raped multiple times." "Yeah, I was quite an emotional mess when I hooked up with you brother. He was really a good therapist. I guess I'm living proof of that." Nathan smiled. "He was my brother, wasn't he? I wish I could have known him. It sounds like he was a pretty incredible guy. I hope I can be as successful with Bobby." "I think you're as incredible as Ted was, Nathan. Today's accomplishment wouldn't have happened if not for you. I think that Bobby is going to be fine with your help." Nathan smiled as he watched the traffic moving around him. "Thanks, Jim." He turned and looked at him. "I love you, fellow." Jim reached over and squeezed his arm. "I love you, Nathe." "I like that. Most people shorten my name to Nat. I hate that. You make it special. You know your job is going to be as important as mine or more so. You're going to have to keep the boy on an even keel, giving him the love and stability that has been missing in his life." "I'm up to the job. With your help and guidance, I think we can do a smashing good job." Jim said. Nathan grinned. He looked at Jim out of the side of his eye. "You've been watching too much late night BBC. Smashing good job, indeed." Jim laid back his head and laughed. Bobby had awakened when Nathan was imitating Jim's tirade at Mrs. Sharp. He didn't move. He lay there listening. What he was learning about these two men who had suddenly become the center of his life, confused him. They didn't look like fairies. Bobby had been on the seamy back streets of Hollywood. He had met a few of them. They were nice guys for the most part, but most of them were quite effeminate when they got together in a group, calling each other Mary. They seemed to compete to see who could out do the others in being the bitchiest. Jim and Nathan were nothing like that. They were both straight looking and acting; he would never have thought them to be queers, and yet they had just professed their love for each other. This tended to confuse Bobby. He felt the hate and fear building up inside. He was going into an unknown situation. For all he knew these two men were planning on having there way with him just like his dad had done. Why else would they want him? Bobby lay there feigning sleep and planning on how he was going to get away from these two. IF YOU LIKED READING THIS STORY, HERE ARE OTHERS I HAVE POSTED: Beginnings "Sonny and the Law",Listed 9-17-02 Relationships "Dining Alone" 10-30-02 Incest "Like a Promised Sunrise" 12-3-02 Relationships "From out of nowhere"02-22-03 js.collection@verizon.net