Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 00:23:19 -0000
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Well that was unexpected chapter 39

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Written by David Spowart

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Well That Was Unexpected

Chapter 39

I waited for sometime before he pulled off to the side of the road. He
looked at me and then the road in front of him, I could see this was going
to go so wrong in so many ways.

"It just happened and we ...well we had just met...and " I trailed off
still awaiting his response, I could see tears in his eyes. "Talk to me Cal
...please" I begged. "I can't believe it...how...why" he started.

"Are you all laughing at me, because right now I feel like a joke," Cal
said, and he looked hurt. "I have been with you three guys through all
sorts of shit, and now you tell me you have been fucked by these guys," Cal
added, now looking truly pissed. "I told you. I fucking told you, you would
get mad; and look, you are pissed as fuck," I yelled back. "You have all
taken me for a fucking idiot! I knew, I just knew, I just knew it was too
good to be true!" Cal yelled. "Trust, I told you from the get go I need to
trust. I placed my heart in your hands and you just kicked it off a cliff"
he yelled. And the car went silent for a while.

"Get out" he said, not loud but with meaning. "Cal please!" I begged again

 "Get out of my fucking truck!" he demanded as his face filled with anger.

"Josh, get the fuck out of my truck!" he yelled. "Cal, please, don't do
this. Please," I begged. "How the fuck could you do this to me?" Cal
yelled, with tears falling. I reached out, but he slapped my hand
away. "Don't! Don't you dare fucking touch me! Get out!!!" he screamed, and
I climbed out. "Cal, please," I cried out as he drove away at speed, tires
screeching as he turned the corner.

I walked the remaining couple of miles hoping he would calm down so we
could talk, but he didn't look like he would be ready anytime soon.

I sat in my family home when I got back, the house was in darkness and I
just waited the emotions building somewhat. Mom came down and asked how my
night went, and I just burst into tears. I told her that I had an argument
with Cal, and he drove off. Of course, I couldn't explain the details to
her, as, sorry, sex and discussing such things with mothers is just so
wrong. And because I am gay, Dad was out of the question also. So `a fight'
is all they were going to get. Luc also tried to get it out of me, but
brothers fall into the same category. If only I had a sister, that might
have worked.

I tried calling him all night, but got no answer. Where could he be? I
tried calling Jake and Travis. I explained some of the problem, but not
all. He, like Cal, reinforced that his hang up was trust, and I knew
that. I fucked up on that. I know that if I could find him I would tell him
and beg for forgiveness.

The weekend passed with no sign of Cal. I didn't have his Grandpa's number
in Florida, if he was still there. He could be back in Chicago, at Kenner
Engineering, as he was running it, after all. The day I was due to be back
I was supposed to be driving back with Cal, but since he drove out of my
life, I had to book a flight back.

I said my goodbyes to my family, Aaron drove me to the airport, and I flew
back to New York. I got back to campus, searching to see if Calumn's car
was parked; it was not. I tried his room. No answer. Dale was with Lisa and
he wouldn't be back until later. I went back downstairs and waited and
hoped Cal would turn up, but it's been three days with no sign of him. I
was beginning to break. I sat on the step and sobbed and it was freezing
but I didn't care. I don't know how long I was there but I could see that
the sky was getting lighter. I picked myself up, wiped the tears away from
my eyes, and climbed the stairs. I entered my room. Todd's bed was still
empty. He must be at Laura's, I said to myself.

I tried calling Cal several times and it was sent straight to voicemail. I
left numerous messages, pleading for him to call me, but he didn't. I woke
up around 2pm. Still no sign of Todd. I just lay there crying myself back
to sleep. I had not eaten in three days; I had just ruined the greatest
thing to happen to me. Cal now hated me, and I don't blame him. He hasn't
tried making contact with me in three days. I should have told him the
secret sooner, but waiting six months? Why did I do that? I lay thinking of
all the things about Cal I was going to miss: his smile, his laughter, his
scent, his warmth, his tender love. Shit, everything. I am going to miss
everything.

5:23pm

Todd walked in to the room. "Welcome back, Josh. Fuck, dude, Cal must have
worn you out if you are sleeping this fucking late," Todd laughed
out. "Don't know. I think we broke up," I replied, with tears falling
freely. "What? Why, When...Josh?" he asked. "Three days ago," I responded.

"We went out with Aaron and Kyle," I said. "But what happened for the
breakup?" he asked. "They invited us back to Kyle's to party," I
said. "Yeah, and?" he asked. "I mean, `party,' Todd," I added. "Ohh,
party. And you stopped?" he asked. "I told Cal I didn't want him to miss
out on this opportunity," I said. "And I take it he got pissed at you?
Josh, it will blow over," Todd said. "No, he didn't. He picked up on what I
said and the way I said it," I replied.

"We left a short time later. We didn't have sex with Kyle and Aaron, and
when we got almost back he said, `It was a good night,' and asked me
something about `that wasn't going to be my first ride at the rodeo'," I
said. "And the conversation continued, and he came back with the element of
trust, and he asked me to at least tell him when. So, I told him it was
just after we met. He got leery with me, and said if our relationship was
to progress he wanted to know who with," I added, and Todd looked at me,
then asked, "Did you tell him?" I just nodded.

"Fuck, Josh. Why did you tell him that?" Todd yelled out.

"No fucking lies, and no fucking secrets!" I yelled out, and the tears were
falling once again. "Shit, but Josh, that?" Todd added. "Todd, I am less
worried about your rep, and more about what is going through Calumn's mind
right now and where the fuck he is! That was three days ago, okay?" I
informed Todd, not really giving a fuck about his feelings right now.

Knock, Knock.

Todd went over and opened the door

"Hey, dude, I heard yelling. Everything cool?" asked Dale, standing with
Lisa. "Sorry Lisa. Dale, we need you in here ASAP," Todd said, with concern
in his voice. "Lisa, babe, call you later, okay?" Dale said to Lisa as he
kissed her, and she headed away. Dale closed the door, and sat with Todd on
his bed. "Okay, what the fuck's up?" asked Dale, and Todd filled him in on
what happened and what was said, and who knew what.

"Can't believe you told him, Josh," Dale said. "And he is really pissed,"
Todd added. "He feels like we lied behind his back. He said he couldn't
trust us, and he feels like an idiot," I added. "We need to find him," Dale
said, and Todd added, "Josh, is there anywhere he would go to?" and I just
thought for a second. "I don't even know if he has left Boston," I
said. "Fuck, what a mess," proclaimed Todd.

"We should have told him," said Dale. "Oh yeah, and how the fuck do you
bring that up in a conversation?" asked Todd, and then added, "Oh, hey,
Cal. Congrats on the wedding, but just in the interest of honesty, we
fucked Josh first. And then Kyle pipes up by saying, `Yeah, but I smacked
it first, over all'," he sniggered out. I was seeing no humour in any of
this.

"No, but we could have said we had an experience but we won't go into
specifics," Dale went on. "Yeah, stable door and all that, dude." And we
just nodded. "But we do need to find him," I added. "I have the fucking
trial in a week, so I need him beside me, or I will just freak," I
concluded. "Josh, we will find him. Think of places he would go," said
Todd. "Shit, his address book is in his bedside table," Dale added, and
left to retrieve it. He returned and handed it to me. I found the number I
was looking for and dialled.

"Hello."

"Hello, who's speaking?"

"Hello, Gramps. It's Josh," I said.

"Hello, Josh. How was your Thanksgiving?" he asked.

"Very good, sir. And how was yours?"

"Quiet. Just how I like them these days," he said with a snigger in his
voice.

"How's that grandchild of mine? He sounded down yesterday when he called,"
he stated.

"Sir, that's why I am calling. We had our first argument, and he walked
out. He is not returning my calls. And, sir, I have no idea where he is,
and I am worried," I informed him. "Oh my, that boy will never
change. Okay, this is for his own good. Josh, he is in the Hamptons; he
went there yesterday. Go find him and talk some sense into him," he told
him, and laughed. "Good luck, Josh. And if he lets you, give him a kiss
from me and his Grandma, will you?" he added. "Thank you, sir. I will. I
will do that, sir. Thank you." I was ecstatic. I now knew where he
was. "He's in the Hamptons," I informed them. "Dude, the roads are bad. The
forecast is for more snow, so leave it until morning, and I will drive you
up myself," Todd informed him. "Yeah, I'm coming too. It is my fucking
car," Dale informed us. "Okay, but I'm talking to him alone. No
ambush. It's my apology to make, and I will make it," I informed them, and
they agreed.

"So. Sleep. I've cried most of the last three days, and I am exhausted," I
informed them. "Okay, dude. We will get this sorted out, okay?" Dale said,
ruffling my hair, which was now pissing me off. What am I? Twelve? "Okay,
good night, dude," I replied. "Todd, you staying?" I asked. "Do you want me
to?" he replied. "Just need to hear you snore. It relaxes me," I added. "I
don't fucking snore!" he replied. "Todd, you do. But it's not bad. As I
said, it soothes me to sleep. So will you stop?" I asked again. "Josh, I am
going over to Laura's for a bit, and I will come back around ten, okay?" he
informed me, and I smiled and just replied, "Thanks."

I sat at my desk and ran through some of the work I had to catch up on. I
tried again to call Cal, but like the others, it went straight to voice
mail. True to his word, Todd walked back into the room shortly after
ten. "Thanks, Todd," I said, standing up and hugging him. "No problem. We
can get an early start tomorrow, can't we?" he responded.

I climbed into bed, lying there thinking of the night we had our little
one-off experience. It has fucked up so much. "What you thinking about?"
Todd asked, interrupting my thoughts. "The night you and Dale fucked me," I
replied with scorn that was unintended. "Sorry, Todd, that was harsher than
I intended," I said. "No problem, Josh," he replied. "It's just, I almost
lost Dale over it. And now the man I love has walked away from me because
of it," I added. "Josh, he hasn't walked away because we had sex. He's
walked away because we didn't tell him about it, as he said it's a trust
thing," Todd said, staring at me. "Yeah, I know. It's just that I love him
so much, I cannot imagine my future without him," I added.

"You're telling this to the wrong man, Josh. Tell him tomorrow when you see
him," Todd said to me, and I nodded. "You never know. He has had time to
cool off somewhat. He might just feel stupid for overreacting," Todd
added. And an hour or so later we drifted off to sleep, only to hear my
cell go off sometime later. I looked at the time and my watch said:

 03:47am

"Hello."

"Hi, Josh. Sorry if I woke you," Cal said in a soft tone, sounding tired
and drunk and like he had been crying.

"CAL!!!!!" I yelled, waking Todd from his slumber. "What the fuck, dude,"
Todd cried out.

"Cal, are you okay, baby? I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please, Cal, I
need you!" I was in full grovelling panic mode.

"Josh, please let me talk," he said a bit louder than his first
words. "Sure, Calumn, please," I ended. "Josh, I love you. I truly do, and
I forgive you. But why did you wait for so long? Were you ever going to
tell me?" he said, sounding exhausted and somewhat defeated.

"Cal, it's because I left it so long. I couldn't hurt you. I love you too
much, and I would die first than see you hurt," I said with tears
falling. "Josh, you said it was a one-off experience. Was that the truth?
This is the final time you get. So tell me the truth. Please, you owe me
that," Cal asked. "Cal, it was that one time. And that was the last time I
had sex with anyone except you. And, if you want honesty, that time with
Todd and Dale almost ended my friendship with Dale," I added. "Why?" was
all he asked. "He reacted badly the following day, like he had committed
incest, and he couldn't forgive me, and he couldn't forgive himself," I
replied. "So what changed his mind?" Cal asked. "The first attack, when I
received the black eye and cuts," I added.

"Cal, please believe me. You are the only one for me, and hopefully I am
still the only one for you. You are my life, my present, and, I hope, my
future. I want to be your partner in business, but more so in life," I
said. I could hear Cal sobbing. "Cal, why are you crying?" I asked. And he
replied, "I thought you betrayed me. I thought I would have to walk away
from you. Josh, I love you, and I think I need some help," he added. "What
help?" I asked.

"I love you, Josh, believe me." Cal was sounding very tired. "Cal, babe,
talk to me. What's wrong?" I asked. "I thought I'd lost you, and I couldn't
live if I had lost you, Josh. I couldn't live without you," he
added. "Cal...Calumn!" I yelled. "I love you, Josh," he slurred out. "Cal,
what have you done? Talk to me, buddy. Come on, talk to me!!!" shouted Todd
after grabbing the phone from me. Todd pressed the speaker button on the
receiver.

"Cal, talk to me, dude. What have you done?" demanded Todd. "I had a bad
headache, I took some pills," he informed us. "How many did you take Cal?
Tell me, please!!" I cried out. "All of them," he said, and Todd quickly
took out his cell, dialled 911, and told them about the conversation taking
place on the phone between Cal and I.

"They're sending someone there right now, Josh," he told
me. "Cal...Cal...Calumn!!!" I yelled. "Yes, babe?" he sounded almost
asleep. "Cal, help is on the way," I told him. "I need to sleep, Josh. I am
so tired," Cal whispered out. "NOOOOOO. Cal, stay with me, stay with me,
please," and no reply. Nothing. Then he heard, "ZzzZZzzzzz." "He's
asleep. I can hear him sleeping." I listened to Cal sleep for almost twenty
minutes until I heard the paramedics coming in from the other side, as
security let them into Cal's home.

I heard a lot of movement, "Mr Kenner, Calumn, look at me, Calumn look at
me" I heard one of the paramedics yell.

"I have a pulse," I heard someone say. "It's faint. Yeah it's low. We need
to incubate," he added. "Dispatch, I have white male, approximately twenty
years old, possible overdose." He went on to list his life signs, and that
they were taking him to the local medical centre for immediate
treatment. Soon there was silence from the other side.

"Todd, we need to go now," I informed him. "Yes, I'll go wake Dale," he
said and left the room to get my best friend up. Five minutes later both of
them were standing in our dorm room, and we left and headed for Dale's
car. The roads were bad leaving the area, but once on the highway it
cleared. We headed in practical silence to the Hamptons. It was quite a
different mood from the first time we went there. Due to heavy snow and icy
conditions it took us almost two hours to get to the medical centre. We
pulled into the lot, parked, and went to the emergency room.

I ran to the reception desk and asked, "Ma'am, Calumn Kenner was brought in
just over two hours ago. Can you tell me how he is and where he is?" She
looked at me and asked, "Are you a family member?" And I replied, "I am his
partner. Will that do?" And she responded, "Sorry sir, you would have to be
a registered emergency contact, or a family member. I am sorry, but that is
the rule." "Emergency contact, it's in his wallet. I am his contact," and
she checked. "Sir, his wallet was not amongst his belongings," she
reiterated. "Ma'am, I implore you. My partner needs me, and you are quoting
red tape at me. It is not my fault his wallet wasn't picked up, now is it?"
I asked.

"Janet, is there a problem here?" a middle-aged man, dressed in white,
asked. "No, Doctor Tyler, I am just informing this young gentleman about
the correct procedure regarding visitors," she replied. "Gentleman, may I
help you?" Dr. Tyler asked, and the receptionist looked somewhat put
out. "Yes, please, doctor. My partner, Calumn Kenner, was brought in just
over..." The doctor cut me off.

"Yes, the attempted suicide case. He's okay. He will be a bit sick for a
day or two. He didn't take enough to cause any damage, but enough to get
rid of what ails you for a while. But when he comes down, he will feel like
a very stupid young man," the Doctor said squeezing my shoulder. "Can I see
him?" I asked, and he nodded, and took me to the recovery room. Todd and
Dale stopped in the waiting room, as I sat with Cal waiting for him to wake
up.

Several hours passed. I had managed to get hold of his grandfather, but
assured him he was okay. I explained the circumstances surrounding what
happened, not the cause, but enough to satisfy. He arranged for the house
to be left open, as Cal had the keys, but whereabouts were unknown. So a
spare set was arranged. I sent Todd and Dale there to get some rest, and to
come back when I needed them to pick me up.

About an hour or so later, Cal began to stir.

"Hey, how long have I?" Cal croaked out, his throat sore from the stomach
pump.

"Ten hours. How do you feel?" I asked. "Like a fucking idiot," he croaked
out again. "I was stupid, Josh. I had a bad headache I was drunk and I took
to many pill's," he sobbed out. "Shhhhhh. Don't be silly," I said. "I am
not going anywhere," I added. "But, Cal, this was a bit extreme, don't you
think?" I asked. "Yeah, I drank some, and it just seemed like the right
thing to do. I rang you coz I wanted your voice to be the last thing I
heard," he said, with tears now falling freely.

"Did you really want to kill yourself, though, Cal?" I asked. "Not when I
started drinking. I just wanted to feel numb, feel nothing. My head hurt,
so I took a couple of pills. Then I just lost my mind and swallowed the
rest," he added. "You have to promise me you will talk to someone about
this Cal. The same one I am seeing. She is good, and she has helped me. And
most of all, if you ever feel like this, ever, talk to me. And I mean
talk," I insisted.

"Josh, I feel fucking stupid. I'm so sorry," Cal cried out. "I
overreacted," he added. "No, no you didn't. I should have told you
sooner. But that's passed. Let it go. And lets concentrate on us, and our
future, and what we can have. But right now, Cal, I am just glad I have you
back," I responded.

"Always and forever," Cal replied, as I kissed his forehead.

"I love you, Joshua Miller," he said softly. "Ditto," I responded. "Plus,
may I remind you just how much I hate fucking hospitals," I added, kissing
his forehead once again. "I think I'm going to be sick," moaned Cal.



To be continued...

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