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Trails
and Tribulations
Chapter
7
When it Rains, it Pours
Mr.
Horn quickly stepped between JT and me, before any blows could be
thrown. Mr. Horn’s presence reassured me, but wasn’t
doing much to ease my anger. Before another word could be spoken, a
city cop rushed up, and asked JT and his father to follow him towards
the parking lot. The officer made it clear that this wasn’t a
request; they had to leave or they would be going to jail. As JT was
turning to leave, he took one more look at me, with pure hatred in
his eyes which made me shiver.
Mr. Horn looked around, and
noticed the crowd that had surrounded us during the confrontation.
“Okay folks, the show is over. You need to either head back
into the game or leave.” Everyone could see he meant every word
and didn’t hang around. I stood beside him, shaking with a
combination of anger, and fear; because what had been said, and by
what had almost happened. Both Joey and I had been threatened, and
unknowingly, he had correctly called Joey my boyfriend. I didn’t
know how many people were there, or how many might have taken
anything JT had said seriously.
I realized with a growing
horror that the truth would be coming out soon to everyone. Between
Joey’s legal situation which would let everyone know he was
gay, and JT’s ranting, it wouldn’t take much for people
in this town to put two and two together, come to the conclusion that
I was gay, and that we were boyfriends. As that realization struck
home I started to shake uncontrollably and feel light headed. I fell
back into my chair, resting my elbows on my knees, and I bent over,
with my head down, watching my hands shake spastically.
Mr.
Horn took one look at me and saw that I was shaking like a leaf in a
wind storm. He squatted down in front of me and put his hands on my
shoulders. “Andy, are you okay, son?”
I raised my
head and looked him in the eyes. I didn’t know what to say and
I didn’t trust my voice. So, I just shook my head no.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Joey had first gotten to the
concession stand, he was asked by Miss Stuart to help bring up the
buckets of ice and fill the storage machine for the game. There was
another student already turning on the popcorn maker and setting up
trays marked Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, and water. It didn’t take
Joey long to fill the machine before he was asked to help the other
student finish up with the drinks.
Joey was busy filling paper
cups with ice, as a girl filled them with drinks. Joey had noticed
her stealing looks at him, when she thought he wouldn’t notice,
and her actions brought a small smile to his face. Joey noted that
she was a very pretty girl, he might be gay, but he wasn’t
blind. Joey knew she would turn heads. Joey guessed that they were in
the same grade and was close to his height. Joey noticed that she
appeared to be nervous, because she was consistently overfilling the
drinks with her shaky hands.
Once the girl filled all the
cups, she turned to Joey. “Hi. I’m Cindy.”
Joey
took a deep breath, turned to face her and put on his brightest
smile. “Hi Cindy, my name is Joey.”
“You’re
new here aren’t you?” Cindy smiled shyly as she watched
every move Joey made.
“Yup, I just moved here last
week.” Joey paused, as if he wasn’t sure what he was
going do, but as Cindy seemed ready to ask another question Joey beat
her to it. “Do you work the concession stand every
game?”
“Yes, my brother is on the team, and I try
to do my part to help.”
“Is there a game every
week?” Joey put the question to her gently. Cindy smiled
widely.
“Nearly every week, yes. But only half of the
games are home games. So I only work the concession stand then. At
the away games I’m in the stand cheering Paul on. Paul’s
my brother.”
Just then they started getting busy, and
neither had time to ask any personal questions, which was just fine
with Joey.
**************
Mr. Horn had me put my head
between my legs and it seemed to work. In no time, I was feeling a
lot better… at least physically. I still had several bad
scenarios running through my head concerning Joey and me. With my
head between my legs, feeling like I was about to kiss my ass
good-bye because of the McCrays, I decided not to say anything to
Joey about what happened. I’d deal with this on my own; Joey
had enough to worry about already.
“I think I’m
better now Mr. Horn.” I had been so absorbed in my own thoughts
that when I had finally looked up, I found Mr. Horn watching me,
looking really worried.
“Are you sure Andy? There’s
no rush here.” I could hear the concern in his voice. I had
gotten to know Mr. Horn over the last week and discovered I liked
him. He really seemed to care about us, not only as his students, but
as real people.
“Yes Sir.” I stood to test my legs
out and to show him I was better. The shakes were gone and I actually
did feel better. “See? I’m good to go now,” I
grinned.
He patted me on the shoulder, and looked me straight
in the eyes as he talked to me. “Good, you’re done for
the tonight. Go find your friend, and you two can watch the rest of
the game.” I could tell he was relieved as I was for me to be
feeling better.
“Thank you, Sir.” I smiled and I
started to leave; but I stopped and turn back to him as he started to
get the money and ticket stubs together. “I mean it, Mr. Horn,
thanks for everything.” I added with a real show of respect for
the man that stopped my night from becoming a nightmare.
“That’s
my job Andy, but you ARE welcome.” He put the money down for a
moment as he smiled at me. He made sure he had my attention, before
he continued speaking. “Don’t allow what JT’s
father said get to you. As for JT, he’s just parroting his
father. You shouldn’t allow the bigotry of others to control
your own emotions and actions. When you do, you’ll be giving
hate a place to live.” The more he spoke the more passionate he
became. “Then it festers inside of you and takes over. You’ll
end up just like those you hate. There’s a lot more support
here in Pine Hills than it may seem; just remember to always be true
to yourself. You’re a fine young man, Andy Collins, and I’m
proud to be your principal. Now get out of here, and enjoy the game
with your friends.”
I didn’t know what to say, so
I just nodded. I turned and walked through the gate, headed towards
the concession stand, with my mind racing. I couldn’t help but
think of what JT said, and then I realized I had threatened his life,
in front of God and everyone. I thought, ‘That was so stupid. I
could have said a million different things, but no, I had to threaten
to kill him.’ My mind jumped immediately to what Mr. Horn had
just told me. I didn’t quite understand what he had meant by
support, but I think I understood what he meant by not letting hatred
get a toe-hold in my life. Hatred is like a cancer, which will only
grow and consume you. It was then I realized how caring Mr. Horn
really was. He had avoided the phrase; ‘hate is like a cancer,’
because of my mother. Yet, he had gotten his point across all the
same; I was really starting to like Mr. Horn.
I went to the
side door of the concession stand, which was almost always open
during football games, and stood there a couple of minutes watching
Joey bag up popcorn from the popcorn machine. He had smiled a lot the
last couple of days, and I couldn’t help but think of all the
problems that were, hopefully, now behind him. Naturally, my thoughts
didn’t stay too pure as I watched him move around, helping the
people at the game get their popcorn. The way he filled out his new
tight jeans had my heart pumping double-time. I looked up from his
amazing bubble butt and realized that I had been caught by my
boyfriend while I had been, checking him out. Joey broke into a huge,
knowing, grin and was looking right at me. I grinned back with some
especially naughty ideas for later tonight after the game. I motioned
him over to me.
“Hey Andy, what’s up?” He
smiled.
I looked into his eyes and had to fight back the urge
to kiss him. “Mr. Horn said we were cut loose and could watch
the game. But first, get three drinks and popcorn for us and Roger.”
I said as I handed him a ten dollar bill out of my wallet. As he took
the ten he caressed my fingers and smiled at my soft, barely audible,
moan.
“No problem. Let me tell Miss Stuart what Mr. Horn
said, and then I’ll get the refreshments.”
When he
returned, he handed me the drinks, before grabbing the bags of
popcorn. We walked side by side, talking down the sidelines, until we
got to the student section. I looked up into the bleachers looking
for Roger, who waved to get my attention, before we started the climb
up to where he was sitting.
Timmy was sitting with him and
they had saved some room for us to sit together.
I handed
Roger his drink and he got his popcorn from Joey.
“Sorry
Timmy,” I began feeling guilty that we hadn’t brought
anything for him, “I didn’t know you were even here.”
He
laughed, “Yeah, you seemed to be in a daze when you took my
ticket stub.”
“I swear, I don’t remember
seeing you.”
He playfully hit my arm. “I don’t
doubt it. I was in line with a bunch of people and you were just
taking the tickets and tearing them in two. You were almost robotic,
the way you were handing our stubs back, not even looking up.”
He smiled, “Don’t worry about it, you all can share,
right?”
“You’re right,” I smiled and
handed my bag of popcorn to him and he took a handful.
I
turned my attention back to Joey and asked, “How did everything
go in the concession stand?”
“Actually, it was
kinda fun, not bad at all.” His voice dropped to a whisper as
he told me the next bit, his eyes never leaving mine. “Well,
except Cindy was trying to flirt with me before it got too busy.”
He saw my raised eyebrow and snickered before continuing. “Don’t
worry. Before she could ask me a thousand questions, I started asking
her questions, and then we got busy. End of story.” He smiled
and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “So, there’s no
reason to be jealous, even though it’s cute on you.”
I
swear, being gay in a backwater town was hard enough, but being gay
AND in love in a backwater town was going to be the death of me. It
was so unfair that we couldn’t show how we felt about each
other like any straight couple did. A straight couple could walk down
the streets holding hands ,or stop for a quick kiss, without anyone
saying anything. But I was afraid that if Joey and I just held hands,
we would be tarred and feathered and run out of town with signs
around our necks saying fags.
For the second time tonight I
was so deeply consumed within my own thoughts that the outside world
had ceased to exist for me. Then all of a sudden, everyone jumped up
cheering, and yelling. I joined in, but I had no idea why we were
cheering.
I turned to Roger, “What happened?”
Roger
threw his arm around my shoulders with his other arm pumped into the
air. “We scored again!”
I looked at the score
board. We were up thirty-four to nothing, and it wasn’t even
halftime. It seemed we had a good team, even without JT playing. At
least I, well, Joey and I, wouldn’t have the football team mad
at us over JT missing the game.
Roger looked at me, “Do
you and Joey wanna leave at halftime since the game is a blowout?”
I
turned to Joey, “Would you mind if we left at halftime?”
The
light in Joey’s eyes seemed to dance and his lips formed a
naughty grin. “I’d love to.”
I called my dad
and told him what the three of us were planning. He was happy to pick
us up early. That way he wouldn’t have to fight the post-game
traffic. When he came, I climbed in the front seat to keep Dad from
questioning why I always rode in the back now. That left Joey and
Roger in the back seat.
“How was the game?” Dad
asked.
“Well, we scored again after I called you. Levi
Thomas intercepted a pass and ran it in for another touchdown.”
I looked over at dad. “Either Harlan doesn’t have much
this year or we are really good, because we’re up forty-two to
nothing at halftime.”
“Maybe it’s a little
of both,” Dad offered. “It’s still too early in the
season to know for sure.” Dad paused and looked over at me as
we came to a stop sign. “Andy, when Roger and Joey go home to
get their clothes for tonight, we’ll go with them so we can all
sit down and talk about what took place at the game tonight. Mr. Horn
called me and filled me in, but I want to hear it from your
perspective.”
Damn. I wasn’t going to tell Joey
about it, but then my dad spilled the beans. Shit. I turned and
looked back at Joey, he was frowning. Turning back to look at dad, I
said. “Thanks Dad, I wasn’t going to mention anything
about it to Joey. Especially since NOTHING actually happened. Now he
has something else to worry about.” I was mad. I didn’t
usually talk to my dad like that, but he fucked up. At least in my
mind he had. “I would have told you about it Dad, but I would
have waited for a better time.” I folded my arms across my
chest and pouted.
I realized I was acting like a spoiled
child, but I didn’t care. I was mad.
Joey leaned towards
the front, putting his hand on my left shoulder, and with concern
filling his voice asked, “What happened, Andy?”
I
unfolded my arms and placed my right hand on top of his. “JT’s
dad wasn’t happy with Mr. Horn, because he wouldn’t let
JT into the game since he is still suspended until Monday morning.”
I paused. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell him the rest, but
since dad had already started to tell them, I thought I should tell
it all. “JT also threatened to beat both of us up and I
suggested he shouldn’t.” I noticed dad quickly glanced at
me as if he knew exactly what I had said.”
“What a
shithead.” Roger mumbled, but loud enough for us to hear. “Umm…
Sorry Uncle Sam.”
We were silent as we pulled onto our
street. Dad didn’t slow down till he was in front of our house.
I watched the nervous way his fingers gripped and released the
steering wheel.
“Andy, I just had Mr. McCray in my
courtroom this week. He wasn’t on trial, but he would have been
if he hadn’t turned state witness.” Dad paused, looked at
me after he had stopped the SUV in our driveway before continuing.
“That family has a long history no one should be proud of. As
long as I can remember, they have been involved in all sorts of
questionable things, including various criminal activities.” He
paused again and turned to look at Joey and Roger. There was no
denying that Dad was trying hard to make sure we all listened to what
he had to say. “All of you boys should be careful. I would
prefer that none of you are alone for any length of time, but we’ll
get into that later. Right now, we are all going to have a chat with
Steve and Alice about what happened tonight for a few minutes before
you boys come over to spend the night.”
Dad was acting a
little strange, but I was thinking about what he had told us. I could
see Dad was taking this almost as seriously as I was, but for
different reasons. I wasn’t concerned about fighting JT. Yeah,
he could probably beat me in a fair fight, but it would be close and
I would make it not worth his while to try again. But that was the
thing, JT wasn’t known for fighting fair. Maybe Dad had a point
there. I don’t know. All this passed through my head as I
climbed out and followed Dad, Roger, and Joey towards Uncle Steve’s
home.
When we entered Roger’s house, Uncle Steve was
sitting on the couch in the living room watching Sports Center on
ESPN. When he saw us enter, he turned off the TV.
“Come
on in guys and have a seat. We want to talk to you before the
sleepover.” Uncle Steve told us as Aunt Alice came in with some
drinks for everyone. I suspected the adult’s were a little
stronger and my guess was confirmed when Uncle Steve made a face
after a drink. The fact that they felt they needed strong drinks
showed just how much they were worried about us, and that scared me.
I looked over to Roger and I could see he felt the same way.
“Boys,”
Dad said slipping into his judge voice. “After the principal
called tonight, Steve, Alice, and I came up with what we believe is
the best solution for the time being.” Dad paused and looked
over to Uncle Steve.
Uncle Steve set down his drink and looked
at us. Once he knew that he had our undivided attention, he began to
speak.
“First off, you boys will all carry your cell
phones everywhere you go.” Uncle Steve waited till we each
nodded our head. “None of you are to go anywhere without the
other two. Until you are told otherwise, you three will be joined at
the hip, like the three musketeers. Absolutely no exceptions, unless
cleared through one of the three of us. Is that understood?” He
looked at each of us in turn as we nodded that we understood.
“May
I ask why?” I wanted to know what spooked them so
badly.
“Andy, the McCrays are a bad element here in
Letcher County. JT threatened you and Joey tonight and you, in turn,
publicly threatened to kill him.” Dad started, but I
interrupted him.
“Dad, you know I didn’t mean that
I’d literally kill him. I was just mad when he threatened Joey
and I wanted him to understand I wouldn’t just stand there and
let it happen.” I didn’t want anyone to think I would
actually kill someone, except possibly in self-defense.
“Yes,
Andy, I know you didn’t literally mean it. But nevertheless,
you did make the threat. I can also assure you that Mr. McCray took
it literally, and as an insult to, not only JT, but to the entire
family.” He paused to collect his thoughts before continuing,
“Boys, I don’t believe anything will come of it, but
there’s nothing wrong with taking precautions, and that’s
what we’re doing here.” Joey, Roger, and I looked at each
other uncomfortably. Something was going on that we didn’t
fully understand, and it was making us nervous. Joey looked over at
me, concern written all over his face.
“Joey,”
Aunt Alice said getting his attention. “Andy and Roger have
been taught a code system that we would like to teach you now, in
case you’re in trouble. If you find yourself alone, or as the
only one, out of the three of you, able to make a call for help,
remember that the quickest way is to dial nine-one-one; however,
sometimes you may need to be a little more subtle.”
Aunt
Alice stopped and looked over at my dad, shaking her head. “No,
Sam. Let’s just keep this simple.” Dad nodded his
agreement. “Here’s what I want you to do, anytime you’re
in trouble, call. Anytime you feel threatened, call. Anytime you FEEL
like there’s trouble, call.” With the steady and
controlled way she was trying to talk, everyone could tell how
concerned Aunt Alice was. “I don’t want you three to feel
like the world is after you, but for now, we want to know where you
are at all times, who you are with, and when you will be home,
absolutely NO exceptions. We want you to promise us that you will
contact us, for any reason. Do I make myself clear?”
The
three of us said yes. Whatever was going on, the adults had evidently
talked long before we were sat down before them. If I hadn’t
been scared since the initial confrontation with JT, I would
definitely be scared just based on the way that they were acting.
I
turned to my father, “I understand why, we should be careful.
In fact, we should always be careful, considering it is JT and his
family. But, it seems to me that you three are way too concerned over
something that isn’t anything more than a school-yard shouting
match.”
“Sam,” Uncle Steve interrupted me,
glaring at my dad. “I think Andy has a point here, as I told
you two earlier.”
Dad raised his hand to stop him from
saying anymore. “Okay, I know that some, if not all, of you
feel this way, but I’m asking you, as a father, Andy, and as a
friend to all of you, to please just do as I recommend for a little
while, at least.”
There was a moment of uncomfortable
silence as we each considered what had been said. Dad looked at each
of us, pleading with his eyes, for us to accept his wishes. I guess
he still saw some doubt in our eyes; he shook his head before softly
speaking again. “I have my reasons. Please, trust me on
this.”
That’s all it took for me to climb fully on
board with my dad. I did trust him and always had; he had never once
given me a reason not to. The silence in the room was getting to me
so I decided to speak up.
“Okay, Dad,” I looked at
both Joey and Roger and they nodded their approval, “we will do
as you ask, because we trust you.” I got up and gave my dad a
hug.
“Good. Now you boys go get whatever you need so you
can have some fun.” Dad was smiling and seemed relieved.
Joey
and Roger took off like a shot, and were back a few minutes later
with the stuff they needed for the sleepover. Dad walked with us back
across the yard to our house.
When we got to my room Joey
wanted to say something, but he was having trouble coming out with
it. Roger wasn’t paying any attention, as he was too busy
setting up the Wii, so I walked up to Joey and put my arm around his
shoulder.
“What’s up, Joey?” I asked as I
looked into his eyes.
“Would you help me with my
bandages? I’d like to get them off before we get started”
Joey kept eye contact with me, but I could tell that part of him
wanted to look away. I just smiled at him and nodded.
I looked
over at Roger. “I’m going to help Joey with his bandages.
We’ll be right back, okay?”
“Sure, no
problem. Oh, don’t take all night. You both have a date falling
to me in NBA Jam.” Roger said with a huge grin.
I gave
Roger the one finger salute and lead Joey to my bathroom.
“Wow!
I never knew you had a bathroom like this!” Joey was surprised
with how big my bathroom was, with the shower big enough for six
people, complete with fancy shower heads. I turned and looked at
him.
“Joey, you’re welcome to use the shower
anytime you want. Maybe it would even be good for your back?” I
got a wicked grin. “Maybe we could even have a little fun if I
helped wash your back for you.” He lightly punched me on the
arm, but he too had a wicked grin.
I slowly loosened the tape
holding the bandages to his back and tenderly pulled them away from
his skin. He looked a lot better than he did on Wednesday, but I
could tell he was still in a lot of pain. Every time I saw these
marks on the boy I loved, it strengthened my resolve to ensure it
never happened again. Damn his parents who hurt him for being who he
is, and the assholes like JT who want to beat him just for sharing
the same space. If I had my way, no one would ever hurt anyone like
Joey had been ever again. As I helped get the rest of the bandages
off Joey, I thought back to what Mr. Horn said about there being more
support in this town than what I thought. He knew what JT had called
Joey and I. Was Mr. Horn telling me that gays would be more accepted
here than I thought? I wasn’t sure, but maybe he was right. I
leaned over and kissed Joey’s back. I’d do whatever it
took to keep my Joey safe.
He turned and looked at me, his
blond hair falling in his eyes. His long eye lashes batted at me and
I got to kiss the boy of my dreams, as Joey moved closer to me, our
lips touched lightly at first. It was tender, and full of love,
without the passion-driven lust of teenage love. It was wonderful,
and it proved to both of us that this was for real; not just our
hormones controlling us. I could feel Joey’s love flowing into
me. I felt the tip of his tongue licking my bottom lip requesting
entry. I decided then and there I would never refuse Joey anything. I
may have had him at hello, but he had me the first time I saw the mop
of blond hair on the school bus.
Roger yelled for us to hurry
up. He said the king was waiting for us. We both smiled through our
kiss at the banter coming from Roger and the awesome feeling that was
burning inside of us both. We knew we had a love that would stand the
test of time. We broke our kiss and I rested my forehead on
his.
“Joey, I love you. I’ve loved you from the
very first time I saw the back of your head on the bus. I didn’t
know what it was then, but I do now.” I could feel my heart
beating in my chest.
“I love you, too. I have from the
first moment I saw you in homeroom.” Joey was smiling as much
as I was. I could tell from his eyes, he meant every word he said and
that made me feel like the king of the world. I took his hand and we
walked into the bedroom hand in hand.
We played a few games,
taking turns, but it wasn’t long till our attention wandered to
other things. Before we all crashed in my bed, we had decided to take
Joey camping next weekend, as long as he felt up to it with his
bruises and cuts. I was hoping he would be healed by then and be up
to the trip. He told us he had a doctor appointment on Wednesday and
would ask the doctor if he could go camping. Roger and I filled him
in where we wanted to go, a great camping place near High Rock. I
told him you could actually see High Rock from Main Street, and I
would point it out to him the next time we’re downtown. We
wouldn’t actually be camping on the rock, but just below High
Rock. On the east side on the mountain, there was a small cave where
we would be sheltered, even if it rained.
It was late when we
finally called it a night. As everyone got comfortable on the bed, I
ended up in the middle. I rolled over onto my side and Joey backed up
into me, spooning against my body. I draped my arm over him and
pulled him tighter.
I whispered in his ear, “Am I
hurting you?”
“No, I could spend the rest of my
life here like this.” He purred, and I smiled. I wondered if
this was what heaven was like.
I thought back to the
conversation with our parents tonight, and wonder if we really had
anything to fear, I didn’t think so. As I drifted off to sleep,
with my boyfriend snuggled up close in my arms, I figured the worse
that could happen was I’d get the shit kicked out of me by JT.
Boy was I wrong.
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OK,
so that's it for Chapter 7. The parents sure are taking the McCrays
seriously. Eventhough it seems a little overboard, perhaps Andy is
taking it little too lightly. I have the feeling that Mr. Horn is
going to be a big help in the future. I guess time will tell the
tale.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. I
would love to hear your feedback and comments. I respond to every
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Depending
on my editors and beta readers, I'll probably publish a chapter every
week or two, at least for the foreseeable future,.
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Robert, Bradley, Matt, Bryan, Brad, Kenneth, Peter, Steve, Paul,
John, Mark, Chris, and Ian for their kind e-mails with words of
encouragement and advice. It really helps to know that someone is
reading and liking your work. I hope my writing will bring
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There's
a number of organizations out there that offers help in a multitude
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and The
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Also did you know that the most common type of cancer affecting men
between the ages of 15 and 35 is testicular cancer? Here's a link for
more information on the subject. The
Testicular Cancer Primer
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