I'm sorry about the lack of an original disclaimer for Part 13, but this will be a very dramatic chapter. I felt my usual style of disclaimer would seem inappropriate. I would like to apologize for the length of this chapter, I could not find a suitable place to split it up.
This story is protected by copyright laws. © 2004 by tim. Please do not distribute for profit, or post to other sites without the author's permission. This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any real person or event is coincidental. This story depicts sexual situations between teen boys. Also be advised this chapter will contain scenes depicting graphic violence. If this type of story offends you, or you shouldn't be reading it, please do not read further. If you do read on and have any comments, please e-mail me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
I apologize for the delay between posting Part 12a and Part 12b. This was due to technical difficulties. This should be resolved now, and both Parts 13 should post at the same time. Also, the appearance of Greg and Shane in Part 12 was courtesy of the story "Training Day" in the adult/youth section.
Allen - by tim
Friday the 13th / Saturday the 14th
The next week started well for the boys. They were now a much closer group of four friends. The first indication that anything might upset the happiness of any of the boys occurred on Wednesday. That was the day Allen accompanied his parents to their therapist.
"I want to start with Judith today." said Dr. Milner. "How are you feeling today, and is there anything you would like to say at this time?"
Judith replied, "I'm doing well today doctor. I would like to say I'm glad that Allen has joined us today, because I want him to know that we are working on being a whole family again."
"Okay." said Dr. Milner. "I would like you to respond to that Allen, and if at any time you feel a response is appropriate, please speak up."
"Well," said Allen "I know my parents know how I feel. I've told them that I love them very much, and I hope we are back together eventually. I want to add now that if there is any way I can support them, or help them along, all they have to do is ask. I will do anything I can to help."
"Well Allen," said Dr. Milner "that is a very commendable attitude considering all that you have been through. Ben, do you have any thoughts on what Allen has said?"
Ben said, "I wish I could feel that I deserve the feelings my boy has for me. Allen, you mean the world to me and I feel like I've let you down."
"Why do you feel that way Ben?" asked Dr. Milner. "Surely you didn't know what was going to happen that night, did you? Did Allen give you any indication that he was going to 'come out' that way?"
"You know I don't hold you responsible for what happened dad." said Allen. "What happened that night was a terrible misunderstanding that I should have avoided."
"It wasn't what anyone said or did that makes me feel that way." said Ben. "This whole thing had happened before, and I should have seen it coming." Ben's words seemed to jam in his throat, so he paused for a moment. "I am Allen's father and I should have realized my son was gay. I should have known something like this could happen. This isn't the first time I've let someone named Allen down." Ben sobbed a few times, and was unable to continue for a few moments.
Dr. Milner took this opportunity to ask Allen, "Do you know who you are named after Allen?"
"Yes." responded Allen. "I was named after my uncle Allen, but he died before I was born, so I never met him."
"Yes." said Dr. Milner. "I see here in my file that Ben did have a brother named Allen who was killed during a rape and gay-bashing. Would you like to fill me in a little more Judith?"
"Certainly doctor." said Judith. "Allen was a very good man, and me and Ben both thought the world of him. It was a terrible shock to us when he was killed. Even when all the men involved were convicted and sent to prison, it was of little solace to us. But Ben dear, I don't understand why you think you are somehow responsible."
Ben wiped his eyes, cleared his throat, and said, "Because if I had cared enough about my brother's well being, I could have prevented the whole thing. The night Allen was killed I had stopped at a bar to have a drink with some of my friends from the bar. One of them asked why Allen didn't join us that evening. I had known the man for a few years so I didn't think there was anything wrong with giving him an honest answer. I told the man he was getting ready to go to a party with some of his gay friends."
Ben stopped for a moment to take a drink of water and clear his throat. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then continued, "The man's expression did change somewhat when I told him that, but he seemed interested in knowing more. He told me he thought he might be gay and might like to check it out later, so I gave him some information on the party. Later the man and another friend of his left the bar abruptly, and some of my other friends thought I should be concerned. I told them the man was probably just curious, and that my brother could take care of himself anyway. The man who lured Allen from the party was the man who left with my friend. My so called friend was one of the other men who were convicted. I was so ashamed that I never told anyone about this."
Allen and Judith stared wide-eyed at Ben as he completely broke down. The doctor tried to console Ben, and keep Judith and Allen from falling apart. Allen was stunned by what had happened but was able to function at the end of the session. Judith was very visibly shaken and seemed to be in a daze. By the end of the session Ben had to be sedated to the point that he was unconscious.
Dr. Milner talked Judith into admitting Ben into a psychiatric care center. He accompanied the family there, and agreed to take Allen back to the Cooper's house. Before Allen left he told his mom to not let his dad blame himself and that his son still loved him very much, then he gave his mother a tearful hug. Dr. Milner assured Judith he would come right back to care for Ben.
By Friday Allen had begun to cheer up a little. The boys were nervous that Friday the 13th would bring some kind of bad luck, but the entire day went pretty smoothly. Friday night Allen and Rusty watched a few movies together on the television. The first one was a gangster movie about a famous mob shoot-out that happened on Valentine's Day. The second movie was a slasher film about a maniac who sent valentines to people, then killed them. At bedtime Rusty was very excited because tomorrow was the big Valentine's Day dance.
Rusty spent all day Saturday, trying to put together the perfect outfit for the dance. In the meantime, Allen was trying to decide what he would do for the evening. He finally decided to spend the evening with Tom, Calvin, and Ricky. As Rusty was getting ready to leave, he asked Allen if he wanted a ride.
"Nah, that's okay." said Allen. "I thought the walk over there might do me some good. Could I ask you another favor though Russ?"
"Sure buddy." replied Rusty. "Anything you want, within reason."
"Could I get a hug before you go?" asked Allen. Rusty put his arms around Allen, and the two boys shared a warm hug. "You and Jennifer have a good time at the dance." said Allen. "I think she might end up being good for you."
So Rusty got in his car and headed off to the dance, and Allen set out toward Tom's house. As Allen walked, he thought about a lot of things. All of his friends seemed to be in some kind of relationship, and Allen felt it was about time he stopped waiting around for something that was never meant to be. Maybe Calvin or Ricky might know someone who would be interested in him. If not, Shane did look kind of hot, even though he did look a little younger than Allen. But the way Shane danced with him really gave Allen a feeling that Shane might be interested.
Rusty and Jennifer had just arrived at the dance. Rusty thought it was so great that he had a car now, so he could go out on dates in style. Still, he just wasn't as happy to be here with Jennifer as he thought he should be. He finally decided that it was just a case of jitters, after all, Jennifer was a good looking girl. Once inside the gymnasium though, Jennifer had to practically drag Rusty out onto the dance floor.
After a few minutes Rusty started getting into the music and dancing, and the young couple began having a little more fun. Rusty was glad he was over his jitters, but in the back of his mind he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong somewhere.
Meanwhile Allen was beginning to regain consciousness, only to realize that his hands were tied together and his mouth had been taped shut. His head was hurting worse than he could ever remember. Then everything began to become clear to him, as Robert Wilson walked into the strange room.
"Well, I see you're awake now." said Robert. "Sorry about messing up the back of your head. It might heal, if it gets the chance." Robert laughed maniacally at that remark and then continued, "I saw that scene between you and Calvin at the mall, although I couldn't hear any of it. It was really touching. Tell me, you're not some kind of faggot trying to turn my son gay, are you? No comment, huh? Well, I guess it's about time to put my plan to work, and bring my son home where he belongs."
Robert picked up his phone and dialed the number for Calvin's cell phone, which he had bribed out of an acquaintance of Calvin's.
Calvin was laying across his bed with Ricky when he heard his phone ring. He flipped it open and answered, "Hello. Calvin here."
"Hello, sonny boy." said Robert. "How's my boy been doing?"
"How the hell did you get my number you piece of shit?" Calvin asked loudly. "Do you know you're violating a restraining order right now?"
"Calvin, is that any way to speak to your father?" asked Robert. "Is that what that no good coach of yours has been teaching you?"
"Listen here, you asshole!" exclaimed Calvin. "You stopped being my father when you started beating me!"
"No!" screamed Robert. "YOU listen here, you son of a bitch! You're going to start showing me proper respect. And you're going to come home and learn to behave. Do you know why? Because I've got a 45 caliber pistol with hollow point bullets, and your little faggot friend Allen! Say something to Calvin, Allen." Robert then ripped the duct tape from Allen's face.
"Calvin!" screamed Allen. "Don't do what he says! He's crazy!"
Robert smacked Allen across the face and said, "My you're a brave little queer, aren't you?" He put the tape back across Allen's face and returned to the phone. "Now son, you're going to come home and behave yourself. You're also going to tell the police that you made this whole thing up, and I never laid a hand on you. If you aren't here in 15 minutes, Allen will die. And you better not think I won't do it, or I'll deliver his dead body to your front door within the hour. I also hope you know enough to come alone, and don't tell anyone about this."
"If you harm him in any way I swear I'll kill you, you bastard!" shouted Calvin.
"That is no way to talk to your father." said Robert. "I suggest you hurry home now, the clock is ticking."
Calvin threw the phone down, and jumped off the bed with a panicked look on his face. He looked at Ricky and said, "I gotta go somewhere now. I'll be back later."
Ricky screamed, "Calvin! What's wrong? Where are you going?"
"I can't talk now." said Calvin. "I gotta go!" Calvin then ran from the bedroom, and grabbed Tom's keys from the kitchen counter on his way to the front door.
Tom was just coming out of the bathroom as Calvin was going out the door. Tom said "Calvin, where are you going?", but Calvin ignored him as he raced out the door. When Tom heard his car start, he raced to the door and shouted, "Calvin! Get back here!" It was too late though, as the car sped out of the driveway.
Ricky came running from the bedroom with tears running down his face, as he cried out, "Tom! Something is terribly wrong! Calvin's father just called, and it sounded like someone was in danger. Calvin just ran out, and I couldn't stop him."
"Oh god no!" exclaimed Tom. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ricky, you call the police on the land-line, while I get Mike on the cell phone! Robert's address is 542 Summer Lane."
Back at the dance, Jennifer had dragged Rusty out to a service hallway. "Rusty, is something wrong? You've seemed distracted by something all evening. Is it because you don't like me?"
"No, no." said Rusty. "I like you a lot, and I'm glad I'm here with you. I just can't shake this feeling that something wrong is happening somewhere else."
Jennifer said, "Well then, maybe I can help you shake that feeling." She placed her hands against the wall on both sides of Rusty's head, and then leaned in toward Rusty. Her lips pressed against Rusty's as she began a long, passionate kiss.
Rusty tried to return the kiss, but he couldn't help feeling that somehow Allen's lips felt nicer. Then he really began fighting to return the feelings that Jennifer was putting into the kiss, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't do it. When their lips parted and Jennifer pulled back, she saw a look of shock on Rusty's face.
"I'm sorry Rusty, I should have known." said Jennifer.
"What?" replied Rusty. "What are you talking about Jennifer?"
"It's okay Rusty." said Jennifer. "Don't worry. I thought I might have been imagining things, but I guess I wasn't. I still like you though, and there's no reason we can't be good friends. I've always wanted to have a gay friend, especially a cute one."
"What the hell are you talking about Jennifer?" asked a scared Rusty. "I have no idea what you mean!"
"Oh come on Rusty, I wasn't born yesterday!" said Jennifer. "I also know that you can't be something you're not. Whether you want to admit it or not, you have it bad for Allen, don't you?"
Rusty looked shocked, confused, and scared all at the same time as he ran from the school to his car. Then he just sat in his car and cried uncontrollably. Jennifer gave the poor boy some time to himself, then after about 15 minutes she went out to the car and got in the passenger seat.
"Rusty, please don't do this to yourself." begged Jennifer. "I really do care about you, and I don't want to see you hurting this much."
"Then what am I suppose to do?" cried Rusty.
Jennifer said, "Right off the top of my head, I would say go be with Allen. Find out if this is how it was meant to be, and if it is, stop trying to fight it. You're only going to end up hurting yourself badly if you fight it."
As Rusty tried to dry his tears he said, "Jennifer, if I didn't have the feelings I have inside me right now, I could love you so much." Rusty then buried his head on Jennifer's shoulder and began crying again.
"I know." said Jennifer, as she tried to comfort Rusty. "I love you too Rusty, it's just that it's a different kind of love now. You're a friend now Rusty, and I want to do anything I can to help you. You know something babe? You could do a heck of a lot worse than Allen. To be honest, if I hadn't gone after you, I might have gone after him myself. I think you two really need each other right now though."
As Calvin pulled into the driveway of his old home, Robert came out the front door to meet him. Robert had his arm around a very weak Allen's throat, and a gun held against Allen's head.
"Now," said Robert, "are we going to come to some kind of understanding, or are we going to watch this boy's brains cover the sidewalk?"
Calvin looked the situation over and immediately looked beaten. Then he responded, "Okay, you win."
"Okay, I win what, Calvin?" asked Robert.
"Okay, you win dad." said a defeated Calvin.
"All right!" exclaimed Robert. "Now we're starting to get somewhere. Do you hear that Allen? You may not have to die after all. Now Calvin, I want to talk to you about stealing cars. You know that's illegal don't you, son?" By this time Robert had an evil grin on his face.
"I'm sorry dad, I guess I wasn't thinking too clearly." said Calvin.
"Well," said Robert "we have to do something about that before the cops track you down. We don't want you getting in trouble with the law, do we?" Just as Robert said that, a squad car sped into the driveway and two officers jumped out.
Robert held Allen between himself and the police as he yelled, "You son of a bitch! What part of 'come alone' didn't you understand?"
"I didn't call them dad!" pleaded Calvin. "I swear I didn't!"
One of the officers shouted out, "Put the gun down Mr. Wilson and let's talk this out. You don't want to do something you'll regret later, do you?"
Robert shouted back at the police, "Don't come any closer, and keep your hands away from your waists! I swear, I won't hesitate to blow this boy's head off!" By this time Allen was so scared that he was shaking, so Robert said, "Hold still you little faggot." Allen's face was now covered with tears.
One of the officers said to the other, "I'm going to call for back-up!" As he reached for his radio a single gunshot rang out. The bullet hit the officer just below the breastbone, ripping through his chest and blowing a large hole through his spine. The officer immediately fell to the ground in a pool of blood.
Calvin's eyes went wide and the color drained from his face, as he saw the officer killed in front of him. Allen did not want to see any more, as he closed his eyes tightly and waited for the bullet that would rip through his skull.
Robert yelled at the other officer, "Don't you dare twitch one muscle, or you'll end up just like your pal." Robert then shouted to Calvin, "Get that cop's gun, tazer, and radio, and throw them off to the side. And son, be careful how you do it. I don't want to kill you today, but I will if I have to!"
Robert stood there watching the officer while holding the gun to Allen's head, trying to figure out what to do next. He hadn't thought things would go this badly and was now very confused. Calvin was trying desperately to think of a plan that would save his friend. At this point he didn't care if he had to sacrifice himself.
Robert then said to Allen, "I'm sorry kiddo, but it doesn't look like I'm going to have any other choice here. I tell you what though, I'll kill the other cop first so you can watch him die. That might help make you a little more comfortable with it." At that point Allen lost control of his body, urinating on himself.
Just then Mike's car came to a halt in front of the yard. Mike immediately saw what was going on so he, Tom, and Ricky crawled out of the other side of the car, using it as cover. Mike shouted out, "Robert! This whole thing has gotten out of control! Please, think for a minute and don't make things any worse!"
"God fucking damn it, Calvin!" screamed Robert. "Why didn't you just call the fucking eleven o'clock news so the whole fucking town would know what's going on here!" Just then a news helicopter flew overhead with it's spotlight lighting up the whole yard. Robert screamed out, "Damn it! You fucking asshole!"
Then Calvin came up with a plan. He just hoped the other officer was quick enough, so he would live to see if his plan worked.
"Hey daddy dearest," said Calvin "let's talk for a minute."
Robert screamed, "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm a little busy here?"
"Come on dear old dad." said Calvin. "I just want to talk to the man that's responsible for making me what I am today. You've done such a great job raising the perfect little fag boy."
"What!" screamed Robert. "What the fuck are you talking about boy!"
"I'm talking about me daddy." said Calvin. "But you're wrong about one thing dad. It isn't Allen that has me warm for his form, ain't that right RICKY?"
"Yeah Calvin, please be care baby!" yelled Ricky from behind the car.
"Ricky's the one that makes me hot and steamy." said Calvin. "As a matter of fact, I plan on asking Ricky to marry me as soon as I can!"
Calvin's plan was beginning to work. Robert was turning redder in the face than Calvin had ever seen him.
Calvin said, "Yeah, I'll marry Ricky unless someone can beat the fag out of me." Calvin looked Robert directly in the eyes as he said, "What's the matter daddy, can't you stand the idea of your son being one of 'them'. Why don't you do something about it? Are you afraid of taking on a fairy, in a fair fight? Come on daddy, let's do it!"
Robert was seething at this point. He looked over to the officer and yelled, "Move over away from the front of your car, and don't forget I'll be keeping an eye on you!" Then he turned to Calvin. "Okay boy, if you want someone to make a man out of you, I'll do it! I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
Robert put the gun in the waistband of his pants, and shoved Allen away to the ground. Allen immediately lost consciousness. Then Robert and Calvin squared off against each other. Calvin always knew that some day it would come to this, he just didn't know the stakes would be so high. The father and son raised their fists at each other and took a few moments sizing each other up. Then Robert threw the first punch, connecting to the side of Calvin's head.
Calvin shook the punch off and then taunted, "Is that the best you got old man? My slut of a mother could hit harder than that!"
That infuriated Robert. He thought, "How dare that faggot taunt me." Robert calculated his next move, while Calvin remained in a defensive posture. Three of the witnesses watched in horror, as the officer waited for an opening of his own.
Then Robert threw his next punch to Calvin's face, staggering his son slightly. Suddenly Robert moved around Calvin's right side almost behind the boy. Calvin regained enough composure to turn to his right, with his guard up this time. When Robert took another swing, Calvin easily deflected it. Then Calvin delivered a blow to his father's chin that sent Robert sprawling to the ground.
As Robert was getting up he reached for his gun. Calvin thought, "Oh no, this is it!" as a shot rang out. The officer, who had retrieved his partner's gun when Robert went down, had hit his mark. The bullet struck Robert directly between the eyes and blew a large hole through the back of Robert's head. The man now lay dead in a pool of blood and brain matter.
After Rusty dropped Jennifer off he headed for home. Rusty was feeling much better, and he now knew what he had to do. He just hoped Allen would believe him when he told Allen how he truly felt.
As soon as he walked in the door however, Emily said, "Come on son, let's go! I've already sent Beth to a sitter for the night."
Rusty asked, "Go? Go where? What's wrong?"
"We have to get to the hospital immediately!" said Emily. "Calvin's father kidnapped Allen tonight, and Allen has been hurt pretty bad."
Rusty felt his life begin to drain away as he screamed, "Noooooo!" Then he began crying as he asked, "How could this happen? Why Allen? Please mom, tell me this isn't happening! Please mom, make it stop hurting! It hurts so much!" Rusty began crying like a baby in his mother's arms, as Emily held on to her son.
"Oh my son," said Emily "we know how you feel about Allen, and if there's anything we can do to help him, we will. Your dad says the doctors are doing everything they can for him."
"What are you talking about mom?" cried Rusty.
"Come on son, I'm your mother." said Emily. "I know you better than you know yourself. I've taken care of you your whole life, and I use to bathe you when you were a baby. I've been able to tell for weeks now that you're madly in love with Allen. I also knew you were just trying to convince yourself differently when you started going out with Jennifer. Me and Mike have talked about this, and if this is what was meant to be then we will love you both."
Rusty stammered, "You, you mean you and dad both... You guys want me to... you know, me and Allen. I mean us, together, maybe... doing things?"
"If by 'doing things' you mean making love, you are the only one who can decide when, and with whom, you want to do that." said Emily. "It's our role as parents to support you when you reach that decision. But our most important role is to make sure you are happy. If that means welcoming Allen into our hearts and our home as a son-in-law, then we will do it with open arms. We've both agreed that we will try to love anyone you decide to love in that way. Now, let's go see how your boyfriend is doing son."
The only thing I would like to say at this time is, I do not want to leave my readers hanging like this at he end of this chapter. I have no intention of killing off my main character, so please do not worry about that, it won't happen. If you have any comments, please e-mail me at: email@example.com