Date: Thu, 03 Dec 2009 03:17:31 -0500
From: jacobmillertex@aol.com
Subject: Jacob Finding His Way: Chapter 4

{Jacob Finding His Way, is based on true events in my life. As I am writing
this story, I am above the age of 21. Any similarity to any other events,
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		Chapter 4

When I went to bed Sunday night, I slept like a baby, haven't done that in
a long time. Why that was, I truly don't know, all I know is, I got the guy
I wanted, now I need to make it work, and keep him happy.

I am no where near being rich, my family is kind of bottom middle class. I
don't even get a allowance. My mother is the only one that works, pays the
bills, and gets what me, my sister and bother need. Don't get me wrong, I
don't get hand me downs, but I don't get main brand clothes, or other items
either.

My mother always told us, if we wanted Nikes on our feet or Tommy Hilfiger,
or what ever else is out there instead of Wrangler, we would haft to get a
summer job, and pay the difference. Which was hard, due to all I could do
is yard work, or clean others houses, what ever we could pickup in the
neighborhood.

By the time I got to high school, I stopped working in the summer. I just
felt it best to get what ever my mom could afford. Don't get me wrong, I
dabbled in all, except cleaning houses. I did yards, I cleaned leaves and
pulled weeds. I even had a candy stand one summer.

The hardest work I remember doing while I was young, is when we first moved
down here to Texas. My mom remarried to my stepfather, when we were living
back home in Wyoming. Because my stepfather was from Mexico, he wanted to
get closer down to where his family was. So, my mother agreed with him,
uprooted the family, and moved us down to Texas when I was in elementary
school.

My stepfather couldn't get work at first, he was a construction worker. So
he would go to neighboring towns, which had farms, and picked what ever was
in season. One summer, my stepfather told my brother and I, we must learn
how to become men, and help support the house.

He made us go to work that summer in a neighboring town, in New Mexico, to
pick chili. I tell you this, to this day, I have respect for labor
workers. We had to get up in the morning at three, and let me remind you,
it was our summer break. Well anyways, as I was saying, we had to get up at
three in the morning get ready, and meet the buses, downtown, which had the
workers. We drove behind the buses to get to the farms.

As we got there, they gave each of us a huge plastic garbage can, those you
see in the school lunchrooms. We had to fill them up with chili, go to the
truck that was parked in the middle of the field, hand in a filled bucket
of chili, then they would give you the bucket back, and throw in a piece of
circle metal. Which at the end of the day, you would go to the table set up
by the buses, hand in all your metal circles, and they would pay you in
cash for the work you had done that day. If you pulled a bush out, they
would deduct that from your earnings of the day.

It started early, the sun wasn't out yet. But my stepfather told us to get
as much work done when the sun was down. We didn't understand why, but we
did learn quickly the first day why. It was hard work to say the least. We
were on our knees most of the time, picking the chili. There were thorns in
the bushes, cutting into my skin, didn't wear and gloves, I didn't know
about these thorns. Then putting the garbage can on my shoulders, heavy as
hell, and walking to the truck to turn it in. Very hard and physical work.

As the day went on, it got real hot , we are in Texas remember, I mean the
border of Texas and New Mexico. I was sweating out gallons of water. I then
figured out what my stepfather said, you slow down in the heat. Finally two
o'clock came around, and it was quitting time. We turned in the garbage
cans, then went and turned in our metal pieces for money. We gave ours to
my stepfather, and he kept the money, we never saw a penny of it that
summer. My stepfather said it was to pay for clothes and school supplies
for the upcoming school year.

All summer long we worked in the chili fields, and only had two weeks of
vocation. My sister even went out, but to sell cokes that my stepfather
bought from over the border.

That was my hardest job I had when I was growing up, and I wasn't even a
teenager yet. Back to what I was saying, wondering from subject to
subject. I don't have much money, but I can make Joey happy in affection,
by showing him my love. And when it comes down to it, what really matters
is the love you show your partner. Yes gifts are great, but loving one
another, truly loving one another is the best gift.

I woke up, as I always do, got ready for school, ate some breakfast, but
this time I decided to take my chances and see if I could get Joey to walk
with me to school. I went over to his apartment, knocked on the door, and
he answered. I just love the way he dresses, just the way he looks and
smells. He was in a white polo shirt, blue jeans, snug in the crotch, but
loose going down, white sneakers.

"Hey Jake, what's up man, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"Well hi to you as well, I am having a good morning, thank you for asking!
How is yours, the man with a million questions!" I laughed, tapping fist
with Joey.

"Sorry, just surprised seeing you here this morning, that's all. I am doing
great!"

Joey leaned over, and whispered in my ear.

"I couldn't wait to see you again, I had a restless night."

I leaned over, "I couldn't wait to see you either!" I squeezed his hand.

At that point, Joey's mother walked in. I turned and greeted her.

"Hello Mrs. Alvarez, how are you this morning?"

"Great Jacob, what do we owe the honor of this visit so early in the
morning?"

"I was wondering, I wanted to ask..." I was getting really nervous. "if it
was ok if I could pick up Joey in the morning, and we could walk to school
together and walk home together after school?"

She gave me a look like, you have balls on you, why would you even ask a
question like that of me.

"Jacob, you know why we can not do that. Taking our son is the only why we
could ensure no more harm would come to Joey."

"I do understand the fear you have. I wasn't around when the evil was done
to Joey. Just like you, I will do everything I can, to make sure Joey is
safe. He is my friend, and I would like if you would give permission to
allow him to walk with me to school and back."

"Jacob I know you have good intentions for Joey, as we do. This is the only
way we can make sure he doesn't get hurt!"

"Yes Mrs. Alvarez, I understand that. I just wanted to have my friend walk
to school with, that's all. It's a boring walk without someone to talk
with."

"I could always take you with us every morning and pick you up, along side
Joey after school."

"No that's ok, my mom wont let me. Thank you anyways. Better get going,
have a walk ahead. You have a good day Mrs. Alvarez. Joey..."

Joey interrupted me, and turned to his mother with pleading eyes, but it
wasn't working, and he realized it. Then waved me to his room. When we got
to his room, Joey closed the door.

He pushed me against the wall, and we just started kissing. We still were
not good at it, but we were together, and that's all we wanted. He came up
for breath,

"I love you Jake, I really do. I couldn't wait to see you. Thank you for
trying to get my mom to allow me to walk to school with you."

"No thanks is needed, I will try again and again. This we didn't lose
yet. I love you Joey, more then I can say."

We started kissing again, and just stood their in each others embrace. I
liked being with Joey, we both knew we couldn't do this at school, so we
needed to take every chance we could to be together.

We heard Joey's mother calling, I kissed him again. Looking at him, tears
rolling down his face, I wiped them off. Went down and kissed his forehead,
and whispered

"I don't want to let you go, I know I haft to, but I don't want to. I will
see you at school. We will try to make some time through the day to be
together." Joey shook his head, and I kissed him one more time, before I
headed off to do my walk to school.

I met Chase on his street as always, and we walked to school. We did the
normal greeting, and talked about yesterday and how much fun it was. Also
made plans to do it again. We got to school as always, ate breakfast and
went to the quad.

Then the bell rang, man do I hate P.E. in the morning, and more so as my
first period of the day. I wouldn't be taking the class, if we were not
required to take a year and a half of the stupid course.

Got ready to do warm ups, we stretched as always, and started to run the
bleachers. I don't know why, but once again after my fourth set of stairs,
I was chucking out my breakfast. This time it was different, my stomach was
empty, and still couldn't stop. The coach came running up, and asked what
was wrong.

"Coach, I don't know what's wrong. I changed the way I was eating in the
morning before class, and it worked. I don't know why my stomach is bad
today."

"Its ok Jacob, can you walk yourself to the nurses office, or do you need
help?"

"No I think I can do it on my own."

"That's fine, just stop by your locker and grab you clothes, just incase
you don't make it back before the bell rings."

"Ok coach, I will do that."

I went and grabbed my clothes, and headed to the nurses office. Getting to
know this place real good. As I walked in, I thought I was going to see the
same girl at the desk, instead I saw Joey. When I saw Joey at that point, I
wanted to hide, I didn't want him to see me like this. He looked up from
his books as I walked in, and a look of worry crossed his face.

"Jake are you ok? What's wrong?"

"Same thing as last time. I swear, I changed the way I am eating in the
morning. What do I haft to do, not eat anything in the morning before first
period?"

"Sit down Jake, let me go and get the nurse, she doesn't have anyone right
now."

Wide away the nurse came out, asked me to follow her. I explained once
again why I was there. She pointed to the bed, so I got up, and laid
down. She lifted my shirt up, and felt around, right when she touched my
stomach, I started throwing up again.

She moved out of the way, and gave me a bowl. Once I was done, she came up
and gave some kind of liquid.

"This is for your stomach, to settle it down. Just lie down, and let the
medicine do its job."

"Ok!" I took the medicine, and laid back and closed my eyes.

A few moments later, I heard a chair being moved some where near me. I
opened my eyes, and there was Joey just sitting there. He saw I opened my
eyes, and he whispered.

"Are you feeling any better Jake?"

"Yep, the meds seem to be working. I really don't know what is going on. I
don't have a week stomach, but I cant seem to do P.E. in the morning."

"Maybe you should drop the class, and sign up for another class that gives
you the same credit."

"What other class does that, that isn't physical like this.'

"How about JROTC, or something like that."

"What is JROTC?"

"You seen the kids walking around in army uniforms?"

"Ya!"

"That's it, that's JROTC, and it gives you P.E. credit."

"I didn't know that. I will go and see if I could switch classes."

"I think it would be a good idea. It isn't a physical class, some say its
for the nerds and all, but what else can you do."

"Your right, I really cant do anything else."

I laid back down and closed my eyes. I guise it was only fifteen minutes I
was laying there, and I got up. Looked around, but Joey was gone. I changed
my clothes, and headed to the front. The nurse was sitting there, and
looked up.

"I see you are feeling better, you changed your clothes."

"Yes mam I am. I was wondering if I could go and see my counselor, instead
of going back to class."

"I don't see why not. If you are going to try and switch classes, they wont
let you, its to late. You needed to have done it the first week of
school. They will let your drop the course, and that's it."

"So what, loose half of a semester and credit?"

"Yes!"

"Even if it isn't my fault?"

"Yes. If you don't want to loose credit, drop the class, instead of coming
to school a hour later, ask to work in my office. It will give you credit,
and I have a opening."

"You would do that?"

"Yes, you seem to be a nice guy, and again, as you said, it isn't your
fault you haft to drop the class."

"What credit does it give me. I know it wont replace my P.E. credit."

"Your right, it wont replace your P.E. credit, but you haft to take a
semester of health, this would replace that class. What you learn in that
class, you can learn here. They call health class a kick back, easy A
class."

"Thanks, I will do that."

I headed out to my counselor, knocked on his door, and he was there. I went
in and introduced myself, and told him why I was there. He told me it was
to late to switch classes, the best he could do, is drop the class for me.

I then asked him if he could assign me to the nurses office, that way it
counts as my health class, and I don't loose out on the semester. He looked
at, and picked up the phone. A couple minutes later, he hung up, and said
no problem, the nurse has a opening. He gave me a paper that I had to go
and hand to the coach, and another to give to the nurse. Both had to sign
them, and I had to hand them back to him.

I left the office, and headed to the field, found the coach, and handed him
the paper.

"Sorry to see that you are going to drop the class. Maybe next semester you
could take the class later in the day. Where I hope you don't have this
problem.'

"Yes coach, I need the credits, but they wont let me do any switches
now. Its to late."

"That is true. I will hopefully see you next semester."

He signed the card, and I headed back to the nurses office. I walked in,
and the nurse was still sitting at the front desk. She looked at me and
smiled.

"You have something for me to sign?'

"Yes mam I do!"

I handed her the card, and she signed it for me, and handed it back.

"See you here tomorrow morning. Be careful the rest of the day. Your
stomach might seem to be doing well, but it's the medicine masking the want
to vomit, ok.'

"Thank you mam, I will, and thanks again!"

"And Jacob, please stop calling me mam, call me Irene please!"

"Ok Irene, see you first thing tomorrow morning!"

I headed back to the counselors office and handed in both cards, and headed
to second period. Got there right when the final bell rang. I walked in,
smiled and winked at Joey, and headed to my seat. Chase was there, and was
about to ask me something when the teacher started the class.

The rest of the morning went pretty good, between second and third period,
I pushed, or lets say guided, Joey into the restroom. No one was
there. Went to the corner, where we could see the door, and we kissed one
another, very passionate kiss, it was like fire works. We broke and
separated right in time, the door opened, and a couple of guys came in. We
washed our hands and headed to class.

Finally, lunch was here, I ran to the lunch room, grabbed my lunch, it was
pizza day. One meal that did taste like what they called it and looked
it. I went over to our normal table, and sat down and waited for the guys.

The first to arrive was Joey, he sat right next to me, as he sat down we
squeezed each others hands. Then Chase and the guys arrived. As always we
talked about girls, and I think it was hard for me and Joey to do that,
because the worry of saying something wrong, and they catch it, then
realize we were gay. A fear I live with every day, being found out. Then
Chase turned to me, and asked:

"So Jacob, what happen in first period? I thought you had it under
control?"

"I thought so to, but I cant just not eat in the morning, I will be
starving all morning long. I guess running isn't for me" I started to
laugh.

"I can agree with you there. So what are you going to do about it? Just sit
there during class?"

"No, I went and dropped the class."

Everyone at the table stopped eating, and looked at me.

"I had to, I couldn't keep doing what I was doing. It was to dam
embarrassing for me. I haft to figure something else out for my
P.E. credit."

"Well then, what class are you taking now instead of P.E.?"

"It was to late to switch out classes. So the only option left open to me
was to drop the class, and ask to work in the nurses office. It counts for
my Health class credit."

"That cool, as long as you don't loose the semester."

I looked over to Joey, I wanted to tell him first then anyone else, he was
just looking at me. Chase returned the subject to football, and we just
listened.

As usual, we throw our trash out and put our treys away, and headed to the
quad. Chase and the guys were walking in front of me and Joey, I leaned
down, and whispered:

"I wanted to tell you first, please don't be mad with me."

"I am not mad with you, and I understand why you said it at the table. You
were put on the spot. I don't get mad at little things like that."

I smiled, then looked around, no one was watching, all paying attention to
their groups and what ever they were talking about. As we walked through
the double doors, in mist of the crowd, I grabbed a hold of Joey's hand,
and gave it a quick squeeze, and let go.

We made it to the quad, and just sat there talking the rest of the lunch
period. Nothing really important was discussed, but again we weren't
scientist or anything, just high school kids hanging at lunch shooting the
wind.

The bell rang, ending lunch, so we headed to our lockers, grabbed our
books, and went our separate ways to class. The afternoon went by in the
blink of a eye, and me and Chase started our walk home.

That was a routine through the weak, and a new routine started in the
evening after school. After Joey and I finished eating super with our
family's, either he would come over to my house or I would go over to
his. Spend several hours in each other's rooms.

We did the daily assignments, which wasn't hard, due to we both had the
same classes and same teachers at the same time. Then we would sit around
watching television, cuddling with each other. Joey would crawl between my
legs, rest his back against my chest, I would drape my arms around his
stomach, and we would just sit there like that for hours on in. Once in a
while, either of us would lean in to still a kiss from the other.

First period class every morning, we would just hang around the nurses
office, study for any exams that were coming up that day. We tried every
chance we could, to sneak away, and just have our own private time
together. It wasn't anything sexual, it was just getting to know more of
each other do's and don'ts.

I know I was having time of my life. Joey just made me feel so good about
myself, I felt as if there wasn't anyone else in the world except him and
I. I never wanted the time we were spending together to ever end.

Friday rolled around, and it was a quite evening at home. Joey had to go
out with his family to some family event. I staid in watching
television. Jason came around to see what I was up to. We went out to the
middle school down the street to play a game of basketball. Man was he
good, he indeed wiped the court with me.

"Man Jacob, you were not lying when you said you didn't play the game
good. What you stand like six feet tall at least?"

"Yep, but not very athletic at all. I told you that, all those times you
asked me to play basketball with you."

"I just thought you were embarrassed playing me, cause I am older then
you. As well I played on the high school basketball team."

I though to myself, Jason is actually fool of himself, and real bad when it
comes to playing basket ball.

"Ya, another team at our school that sucks!" I laughed, showing I was
kidding.

"You better watch it man, I will do more then wipe the court with you
playing basketball, if you know what I mean!"  Placing his fist together.

"Yes, yes, I get the hint!"

"Jacob let me show you how to play the game!"

We went back onto the court, and I lined up in front of the basket. I
started to shoot, when Jason came behind me, and placed his arms around me,
till his hands got to my hands. It was hands on hands at that point.

"Jacob, this is the way you hold the ball, before you begin to shoot it,
then you pull up like this as you are shooting."

He had his hands on mine as he was showing me what he was trying to teach
me. Then he went around me, and kneeled down in front of me,

"Jacob lets see you jump up to shoot, don't worry about me down here."

As I went to jump up, he grabbed onto my legs and moved them. Repositioning
them before I shot the ball.

"This is the stands you should be standing in when you shoot, then when you
go up, the body should be straight, the only movement should be your arms
and not your legs. Ok Jacob?"

"I understand what you are saying."

I kept practicing shot after shot, and each time Jason would either be
touching my legs, or get behind me, wrapping his arms around me and holding
onto my hands. I could have sworn I was feeling him get hard, each time his
cock rubbed against mind. Each time he got around me, putting his arms
around me, his cock felt harder and harder. It was hard to hide in
basketball shorts, as well.

I started to think Jason was trying to get more and more around me, hold
onto me, touch me, more then a straight person should. Don't get me wrong,
this guy is hot, and if he is hitting on me, I am one lucky person to say
the least. Just, I am with Joey, and I will never cheat on him, never,
ever.

"Jason, lets call it a night. The sun is down, and you know the rules here,
cant be on school grounds after dark."

"Your right Jacob, lets head back home. I was wondering if you wanted to
hang out with me and Jeff tonight and watch movies?"

"No thanks, its ok, and I really don't think Jeff really likes me by the
way. He puts up with me, because of our friendship. Other then our
friendship, if it was just him and I, we would not even speak."

"He likes you, he thinks your young, but he likes you."

"Thanks Jason, but I better just stay in, and do a little of my homework I
have left to do."

"Ok then, if you change your mind, come up."

"Ok, thank you again Jason."

At that point we reached the apartments, we hit fist, and he went to his
apartment, and I went into my mind. I know I am reading to much into what
happen earlier. But in case I am not, I don't want anything to happen that
shouldn't. Plus Jeff, his one that sees something, he tells the world.

Saturday went by, and I find myself mid-morning Sunday, thinking, I haven't
seen Joey at all this weekend. I was wondering what was up with him, and
why we haven't seen or hung out with one another.

I just decided to throw caution to the wind, and to just go down to his
apartment and see what he was up to. Mainly I wanted to spend time with my
boyfriend, if its just sitting in front of a television and watching
re-runs, I will be with Joey. I knocked on his front door, and Fran
answered.

"Is Joey in Fran?"

"Yes he is, he is in his room."

"Thanks Fran, is it ok I go down and visit?"

"Yep, you still remember where his room is?"

I headed to Joey's room, knocked on the door, and went in. Joey was just
sitting on his bed, with his knees on his chest, and his arms wrapped
around his legs, holding them tightly to his body.

Walked on over to him, sat next to him on his bed, and just looked at him
for a moment. He looked up, I really couldn't see his face, so I pushed his
hair from his face. He looked like a beaten man, his life drained from him.

I felt for him so bad, I leaned in, wrapped my arms around him, and just
hugged him. He started to cry, quietly, but you knew he was crying. I held
him until he was done crying, I didn't move until he was ready.

Joey broke the hug, and then looked up at me, his lips were trembling. I
really don't know why, but I was going to find out.

I rubbed the tears off his face, and just looked at him.

"Joey what is wrong? What is going on here? Why are you like this?"

"Don't mind me Jacob, just give me a few minutes, and I will be ok."

"I cant Joey, there's something going on here, and I want to try to help if
I can!"

"You will make it worse, if you get involved."

"Please Joey, tell me what is wrong, please!"

"Its my father, he feels I have brought upon myself all the bad things that
has happened to me, in the last couple of months, is my fault. We argued
about it earlier today. He started mumbling at first, then turned into
yells of, what did he do wrong to get a son like me? How did it happen? And
on and on like that for a while.

At first I tried to just let him say what he wanted to say, then he just
whaled on me. Before I knew it I was under the table and my sister was
crying, asking him to stop. But my dad wouldn't.

He took his belt off, and started hitting me with it, I tried to hide even
further under the table, but he got a hold of my hair and pulled me out. He
started hitting me on my legs and back. Shouting, why does he have a son
like this? Why cant I be normal like the rest of the guys my age? Why did I
choose to be a sin, a stain on this earth?

He kept hitting me as he said the words. I tried to answer him, I tried to
tell him I will change, I will stop being bad, just please stop hitting
me."

Joey started crying again, I embraced him, and just sat there without
saying word. He stop, and cleared his throat.

"All I knew was, my dad was mad. My dad kept saying I brought the hatred
upon myself. If I was normal, I wouldn't be beaten up all the time, or I
wouldn't have landed up in the hospital, and almost died. The kids would
have left me alone.

I tried to tell him, I was just sitting there, minding my own
business. They came up to me, and assumed I was gay, and it was enough for
them to beat me almost to death.

The hitting slowed down, and my mom walked in from running errands at that
moment, seeing what was going, yelling at my father. She ran up, between me
and my father, and he actually hit her once, not seeing her come between
us. He stopped, just looked at my mother, dropped the belt, and walked out.

My mom fell beside me, crying, and grabbing me, holding me. She kept saying
sorry, she had failed me, she didn't protect me. She did though, she took a
hit, and stopped my dad, and because of her, he left. And I did tell her
that, she did protect me."

Joey settled down, he was calm at this point. His eyes were blood shot,
face as white as a ghost, his clothes were ripped in areas, and his hair
was messed up. I leaned in and asked him:

"Joey, does it hurt any where?"

"Not really, my mom gave me pain pills, and cleaned up the areas that the
belt actually broke the skin."

"You don't haft to show me, if you don't want to, but can I see?"

He lifted his shirt up, and turned around, welts from where the belt hit
him over and over again. Many of them dark red and some were open, but the
bleeding looked like it stopped. He then let the shirt drop, and got up,
and dropped his pants and turned around. Same as his back, but up and down
his legs. The belt did break more of the skin on his legs, then it did on
his back.

Joey was about to pull his pants back up, I stopped him. I got up next to
him, and slowly removed his shirt. I kissed him on his forehead, and asked
him to lay on his stomach. He did just that, then I got the crème from his
night stand, and squeezed some on my hand. Gently started to rub it into
his back, very carefully, and moving down to his legs. Skipping his
butt. Just rubbing his legs and back, over and over again with the cream.

He then got up, and pulled down his boxer briefs, and laid back down. I was
stunned, his butt had the same marks, welts of the belt where it hit
several times, and again some actually broke the skin.

Got more cream in my hand, and started to rub each butt cheek. Being very
careful, making sure I didn't break the skin any more then it has. I moved
back up to his back, then all the way down, did it several times.

Joey got back up, put on his boxer briefs, jeans, shirt, he was wearing,
then his shoes. And sat back down on his bed. We just sat there for several
minutes saying nothing. I finally broke the silence.

"Joey, you know I wont tell no one, right?"

"Yes I know!"

"I will follow your lead on this. I just want you to remember I am here for
you no matter what. A shoulder to cry on, a person to talk to, or as simple
as someone to sit with, I will be here for you."

"Thank you Jake. I know I can depend on you at any time without a second
thought!"

Again we just sat in silence for a while. I went over to Joey, and hugged
him again. He was quite but returning the hug. I broke the hug, and leaned
in and kissed him. We kissed for a while.

We got up, left the bedroom, and walked up front. His sister was sitting
there watching television. At first I didn't she Mrs. Alvarez, she was
sitting in the chair. Joey and I walked to the couch and sat down, and
started watching the movie on the television.

Fran was watching some comedy movie, for the life of me, I couldn't
remember the name. We all got into it, started laughing our butts
off. Mrs. Alvarez got up and ordered pizza.

I got up and called my mom and asked if I could stay for dinner at Joey`s
house.

We put on a 80's movie, with John Candy, The Great Out Doors. Man is that
John Candy funny as hell. Being chased all over the woods by that bear,
getting the door dropped on top of him, and the bear jumping up and down on
it. We just laughed and laughed on all the bad luck John Candy had. He was
a physical comedy actor.

Before we knew it, it was already eight. I had to leave, get ready for
school tomorrow. I said good bye to Fran and Mrs. Alvarez, then Joey and I
walked out side, and said our good byes. We didn't kiss, not wanting the
neighbors or Joey's family seeing. He was already getting heat on the
matter. After saying good bye, knocking fist, I walked home.

As I got home, I went into my room, got ready for bed. I just couldn't
sleep. Kept dreaming of Joey getting hurt, and I was right there, and just
stood there, doing nothing to help. He was crying out for my help, and I
just stood there. Watching as he was being hurt, watching each hit on his
back, butt and legs being done. Each time he got hit, his shirt and pants
was getting soaked in red. He was crying out to me to help him, and I just
stood there.

I kept waking up through the night, and it was the same dream over and over
again. The alarm clock went off at six, hit the snooze button several
times, finally I turned off the alarm, and crawled out of bed. Went into
the restroom, washed up, and went back to my room to change into my school
clothes. Walked up front to grab my normal bowl of cereal, when I heard a
knock on the front door. Walked over and answered it, and there standing,
was Joey.

"Hey Joey, how are you doing this morning? What do I owe for your visit
this morning?"

"I am feeling a lot better then last knight. My mom caved in, and said I
could walk with you and Chase to school and back now. Between me and you,
she thanking you for last night."

"What for? I had fun last night!" As Joey and I walked in.

"Well, I was in my room, and you came over, pulled me out, and we all had a
very good evening as you said. Laughing and all, I don't think my mom
thought she would she that in a long time. Like when I was hurt the first
time, at the school, I didn't leave my room for weeks, when I first got
home. It only took an hour or so when you came over yesterday!"

"It was nothing, and I am glad everything is better now."

I offered Joey a seat, and we ate a quick bowl of cereal. Washed the bowls,
and headed out.

"Joey, is your dad back home?"

"Yes, he came back shortly after you left."

"Did he do anything else?"

"No! Him and my mom went to their room. You could here them yelling at each
other. Maybe a hour or so later, my mom came into my room, and told me, my
dad was drunk, he didn't mean what he had said or did."

I just looked over at Joey, but didn't want to say what was on my
mind. That is no excuse to beat up your own son. When your drunk, you say
and do what you really feel and want. Your defenses are down. But I said
nothing, I didn't want Joey feeling bad, or even argue with him.

We got to Chases street, and as always he was waiting. Chase had a surprise
look on his face when Joey appeared, but said nothing. We did our normal
greeting, and continued walking.

We talked the normal bull, the weekend, and what we think is going to
happen this coming week. At times, I think we are worse then girls. We
gossip about everything. Arrived at school as normal, and went down and had
breakfast. Of course since I didn't have P.E. as my first period, I ate all
my breakfast, instead of picking at it.

The bell rang, and we headed off. Joey and I headed to the nurses
office. As we got there, the room was packed. We were surprised about it,
more so, it was the football team. As we walked past them, we heard put
downs from the players.

We found the nurse with the coach, so waited till they finished. Irene told
us what was going on, the required physical exam. We followed Irene up
front, and Brian and a few of the other guys yelled out

"We wont be examined with that faggot in the room!" Brian pointed at Joey

Irene looked at Joey then looked at Brian and the other guys that were
yelling the remarks.

"I will not put up with those remarks in this office. If you don't have any
kind words to say, then don't say anything at all."

"Coach, we mean it, we wont get examined with that dick lover in the
room. What for, where he could get his rocks off." Brian stated.

I was about to say something, when the coach jumped in.

"Brian if you don't let the nurse and her assistance do the exam, then your
off the football team, and that goes for the rest of you!"

"But coach, he will get his rocks off seeing us drop our pants!"

"I don't care, what I care about is this exam, and the season. So if any of
you don't want the exam given, no matter who's in the room, then walk out
now. Your season is over."

Brian and the others just stood there quietly, with angry looks on their
faces, but just waited their turn.

We were going at a good speed, getting them out like a herd of
buffalo. Then Brian walked in, Joey leaned over and whispered to Irene.

"Irene, I should leave while the next few guys come in. I don't want
trouble for me nor you."

"Joey you assist me in this office. I have no time for stupid stunts these
guys are pulling. If they don't like you here, then they don't get the
exam."

"Yes mam,"

Joey went back to doing what he was doing. Brian just gave a look, if a
look could kill, we all would be dead. No matter how much he disliked being
there, he did the exam. As did the rest of the guys that raised the protest
earlier.

We finished the football team exams, fifteen minutes before the bell. Joey
and I just sat there, and went over our assignments for class. The bell
rang, we said our good byes to Irene, and headed to second period.

The morning was going good until lunch. We were sitting at our usual table,
eating, when Brian and the others came busting through the line. I looked
up and knew it was going to be trouble. I looked at the guys and said

"Look who's coming!"

They turned and saw what I was hinting to, and looked back. They had
expressions on their faces, what are we going to do.

"Don't worry, we are in the lunch room. They are going to thump their
chest, act like apes, and leave. They lost footing today in the nurses
office, and now they come to show they are the guys that run the school!"

Right as I finished talking to the guys, sure enough, Brian and the other
football players surrounded the table, and started:

"Look here, a table of either gay lovers or just plain gay's. What a sight
it is, hell on earth? What has this world come to when you all could just
walk on this earth?"

Chase jumped in "You know, you're an idiot! Who cares if Joey is gay, or
any of us are! They nor I are not hurting anybody, so just leave us alone."

"So you are admitting your gay. Then that means, everyone at this table
is." Laughing and high fifing the other players around him.

"Have you been hit to many times on the field, or just dropped on your head
when you were a baby. No one can be this stupid. But you proven that wrong,
there can be people in this world that is this stupid." I said.

Brian's look on his face, was a look of death. He moved so quickly, before
I knew it, he jumped over the table, and tossed me across the lunchroom,
like a rag doll. Before I could get my footing, he was on top of me,
starting his hits. I wasn't about to let him win, well get a full victory
at least.

"You are an idiot, all you know is violence. Your nothing but an ape, just
a dirty ape. You don't understand nothing else. All you know is violence,
that's it"

I was saying this as he was hitting me, and trying to protect my face at
the same time. Then I heard yelling, and someone pulling Brian off of me. I
looked up, and Joey and Chase helped me up. It was the school security
guards holding Brian back, and talking on the radios. They were asking for
the principal to come down.

A few minutes later the principal arrived, and he didn't look to happy. He
looked over at me then looked at Brian.

"Brian what am I going to do with you? This time you bit off more then you
could chew."

The principal looked at the guards, told them to take Brian and the others
to his office. Then he looked at me, grabbed me by my arm, and took me to
his office. When we entered, he pushed me down in a seat outside his
office, then went in.

First up was Brian, then it was one by one of the other football players
that were there. Finally, he called me to come in. I entered, the principal
pointed to a chair to sit down.

The last time I was in the principals office, was back home in Wyoming,
during fourth grade. Me and another friend were in the boys restroom,
taking paper towels and getting them wet, blowing air in them, then
throwing the towels against the wall for the loud bang it made. We were
caught by the janitor, he took us to the principals office. Back then, they
were still allowed to paddle us, which we were paddled. We had to bend down
in front of the principals desk, his secretary held a box a Kleenex. The
principal paddled us, then she gave us a tissue. Plus we had to spend half
of our lunch period for a week standing in a corner in front of the school,
in the lunchroom.

I know now it isn't allowed, but it brought that memory back. The principal
looked at me.

"All of the football players said you provoked the fight, is that true?"

"No sir, it isn't."

"I am to believe you, when five other stories are the same."

"You should believe the truth sir. I was sitting there, minding my own
business, and they came crashing through, and yelling remarks at us. We
tried to ignore them, but they surrounded our table and kept doing it."

"So the others that were sitting at the table with you, will confirm what
you said."

"Yes sir, and not only them, anyone in ear shot of us. And that's pretty
much the entire lunchroom. Plus, you know this isn't the first time this
problem has come up with these guys. They almost beat to death one of my
friends, and tried to do it again a couple weeks ago. Also, they are never
in the lunch room, never. They were there today, to just cause more
problems for my friend."

The principal just looked at me, then leaned back in his seat. He sighed,
looked down at his desk, and looked back up

"Jacob, I know what they are doing is wrong. I couldn't do a thing about it
the last couple times. Simply, when it was reported to me, it was to late."

At that point, the door opened and the coach walked in. He looked down at
me, then at the principal.

"Sir, can I talk to the young guy for a minute?"

"Yes." the principal got up, and left the office.

"Your name is Jacob right?"

"Yes sir."

"I will not make any excuses for my guys. They are wrong, and they know it,
and I know it. Without these players, my season is gone. I have a good
chance to finally win, FINALLY WIN. I can tell you Jacob, they are more
pissed cause you keep standing up to them. No one else does, they think
they rule this campus. But not you, you say what's right, and not back
down."

"Yes sir."

"You do it even knowing these guys are bigger then you, and can really hurt
you. That shows that your not gutless. I respect that, and I know the right
thing to do is to suspend these guys for a couple of weeks. What do you
think Jacob?"

"Sir I don't know, that's up to the principal, not me."

"What if the decision is left up to you Jacob?"

"I don't know!"

"I promise if you let me keep my team together, and have a chance to win, I
will run the hatred out of them. Make them wish they were never born. They
wont have time to breath, more less cause you or your friends any more
trouble. Plus I will make sure even when the season is over, they wont
bother you guys anymore."

The coached looked at me for a few minutes.

"They lost, they were beaten, due to you not ever backing down, plus their
fate is in your hands, and I will let them know that."

"Coach I don't want you or the school to loose this season if we have a
chance to win. As long as they just leave us alone, that's all we want, I
don't want them to get suspended. I myself wouldn't want that my senior
year, and mess up any chances I would have, on getting a full ride to
collage."

"Thank you Jacob. I will make sure it is clear to them to leave you all
alone. Thank you!"

The coach walked out, and a few minutes later the principal walked back in.

"Thank you Jacob, you can leave. And thank you again."

I got up, and went out to the front desk to get a note for class. As I was
standing at the counter, I heard the coach yelling at his players. Man were
they in trouble.

"What is it going to take to get it through you thick skulls to leave those
guys alone. They haven't done a thing to you all, why keep picking on
them. If it wasn't for the one you tried to beat up Brian, all of your
seasons would be over, you would be suspended, and our season flushed down
the toilet. Let me tell you all this for the last time, leave those kids
the fuck alone, dam it. I am going to run you until it sinks into your
skulls. Leave them alone, just leave it alone."

"What do you mean it wasn't for that kid coach?"

"Brian, the principal was ready to suspend you, and I couldn't do a thing
about it. I talked to Jacob, and he is a nice guy. All he wants, is for you
and the guys to leave him and his friends alone. He didn't want to see your
senior year ruined, or a chance of getting a full ride to collage taken
away. That's someone you want in your corner, not a enemy!"

At that point the secretary arrived, and gave me a note to give to my
teacher for fourth period. She told me to go and see the nurse as well. So
I headed to the nurses office, Irene just looked at me, and rushed me back
to a bed.

"I heard what happen Jake, are you ok?"

"Ya Irene, just my pride is hurt more then anything else."

"Your pride, I believe your pride is better then any other. If it wasn't
for your big heart, those kids would be suspended. I don't think I would
have done what you did!"

"Thank you Irene, I just don't want lives ruined for stupid mistakes,
that's all."

Irene looked me over, it was nothing but bruises and a few scrapes. She
sent me on my way. I finally arrived to fourth period class, and as I
stepped in, the class started to clap. I went over and handed my note to
the teacher and took my seat. Joey and Chase looked at me, and returned
back to their books.

After class, Chase, Joey, and I walked to our next period. They asked me
what happen, so told them the whole story. How the guys made up a story,
then the principal was about to at first believe them. Then the coach
coming in, asking me to give the boys a chance, and I did. The principal
thanking me, as I was leaving the office, I heard the coach yelling at the
players in the conference room. Finally the trip to the nurses office.

At that point we arrived to fifth period, they had a look of excitement and
wonder as they took their seats.

I had to take a quick run to my locker between fifth and sixth period. I
forgot that I did my English homework in my notebook for math. I got to my
locker and grabbed the note book. Joey was at my side, we were on our way
to sixth period, going up the stairs. As we rounded the staircase, I ran
right into Brian and some of the others, from the football team.

At first I was a little scared, but I stood my ground. I looked at them,
and they were kind of blocking the stairway, going either direction. Then
Brian spoke up:

"Jacob, thank you for helping me and the guys out. You could have been an
ass, like I have been to you guys, and had us suspended. But you didn't, so
thank you, and I am sorry for what I have done."

"That's not a problem Brian. You were just being protected of your turf,
and not understanding difference in life styles."

"Still, there isn't any excuse, and the coach made it clear to me, and
really made us understand, we were the ones that were in the wrong, not you
or your friends. Right guys?" The other football players with him, shook
there heads. Then he turned to Joey:

"Man you of all people should be pissed as hell with us, and I know a
apology cant correct what I and the others have done. But I am sorry, and I
offer my friendship to you, and the others. I can understand if you don't
except it, and don't blame you."

"No don't worry. We cant fix the past, but learn from it and move on. Thank
you for your friendship, and I will take it." Joey replied.

We all shook hands, and went our different ways. Joey and I barely got to
class on time, we had to run to arrive on time. We were lucky we didn't get
caught running in the halls. As always I found English boring, but got
through it. The bell sounded, ending a day I can only say, it was the most
confusing day so far of my freshman year in high school.

Through all the troubles and fights, we all made a friendship alliance out
of it all. Who knows where it will go, all we know at this point, we made
piece, and now we can walk without the worry of watching behind our backs
for Brian and the others.

TO BE CONTINUED...


{Hey guys, I just finished up the fourth installment of the story, hope you
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