Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 21:36:10 +0200
From: satoriboy2000@yahoo.com
Subjects: Secrets Uncovered - Chapter 15

	Warning: The following story has homosexual content. If you are
offended or made uncomfortable by material concerning sexual relations
between consenting young men, then don't read. If it is in any way illegal
for you to be reading this, then don't. Otherwise please continue reading.

	"What are you doing here?" I shouted at him, getting up off my
chair and standing defensively behind it.
	"I told you," he said. "I've come to take you home."
	"I'm not going," I said back.
	"Yes you are," he said again.
	"Why the hell should I? Why the hell should I go back to a house
where my own father hates me?"

I knew that he didn't really hate me, but I wanted to say that so he would
bring up the subject.

	"Jason! How can you say that? I don't hate you at all!"
	"Then why the fuck did you call me what you called me?"

He paused, took a breath, and looked at his feet.

	"I'm sorry. I was angry. Just...seeing you two together...I had no
idea..." he trailed off. I didn't know what to say.

	"But I've calmed down now. Your mother and I just want you to come
home so we can talk about this. That's all."

I stared at him wearily. There was something about his tone that made me
very uncomfortable.

	"What's there to talk about?" I asked.  He looked at me as though I
had just asked the most asinine question in the world.
	"What's there to talk about?" he repeated. "Plenty."  He turned his
head and saw that Barbara and Ricky were looming in the background,
pretending to be occupied, but actually eavesdropping on everything.

	"But we'd like to speak in private," he said, sharpening his tone.

I took a moment to consider. There was just something about him, something
in my gut that told me not to go home with him. I looked him up and
down. He was pretty young for a dad, around 45.  Physically, though, I was
far stronger than him. His build, as with most men his age, had
deteriorated as soon as he hit his late thirties. The beer-belly set in, as
did the attitude toward exercise. I, on the other hand, was at least three
inches taller than him, and had a bigger upper body than he did.

	"Okay," I said. "Let's go home. Let's talk about it."  He looked at
me, a little unnerved by my tone, but silently left the house through the
front door, and started his car. I walked up to Ricky.

	"Turns out I won't be staying," I said. He looked at me through
glassy eyes, as though he were about to cry. "What?" I said, smiling and
putting my hand on his cheek. "It's not as though you'll never see me
again."

	"I know," he said. "I just have a bad feeling about this."
	"Me too," I said. "But don't worry. I'll be fine."

The look in his eyes showed that it wasn't just myself that didn't believe
what I'd just said. I didn't need to say anything more, though.I gave him a
kiss on the lips and walked to the entrance hall to grab my keys.

	"Barbara?" I called out.
	"In here, Jase," she called from the den. I walked in. She stood up
and walked toward me.
	"I'm off now. Thanks for everything," I said.
	"What's 'everything', Jase?" She forced a smile.
	"I dunno," I said. "Just...opening your home to me."
	"You're always welcome here." She leaned in closer to me, her mouth
just next to my left ear which was facing away from Ricky, and whispered,
"You don't know how much you mean to Ricky.  After everything the two of us
have been through...you were like some sort of Godsent angel. If you ever
need anything," she looked me straight in the eyes, took my hands and
squeezed them.  "Anything," she said again. "You tell me."


I smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

	"Bye baby!" I called as I was walking out. I turned my head to see
Barbara smiling wryly at Ricky, who was bright red.

I got into my golf, turning the key in the ignition and pressing the button
that neatly folded the top away. I slipped on my Oakley sunglasses and
pulled out of their driveway. It was terrible of me to drive around so
egotistically, but I got such a kick out of the people who would stare at
me and my car.

I got home about 10 minutes later. I switched off the car stereo and turned
the key anti clockwise, removing it from the ignition. I got out of the car
and slowly began walking to the front door.

I turned the handle, but it was locked. Confused and suspicious, I picked
the house key off my bunch of keys, and slid it in the lock. As it
unlocked, I opened the door and walked in. My house was filled with an
eerie silence. I felt like a stranger in my own home.

	"Dad?" I called. "Mom?"  Silence. The hairs on the back of my neck
stood on end.
	"Hello?" I called out again. I felt the fight-or-flight sequence
begin; my palms started sweating, I went pale, and I started shaking.

	 "Where the hell is everyone?!"


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