***Please Note:  This story contains scenes depicting sexual acts between men and boys.  It also contains scenes depicting incestual sex.   If you are under the age of 18, or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your state, please do not read further.  If you are offended by this type of material, again, please do not read further.

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Hey guys! Here comes another chapter of the story, but first I thought I'd take the time to add a little info about what you can expect from this story.  I have received so many encouraging emails regarding this story as well as the other two I am actively working on.  I want to say thank you to all of you who have written.   This story is fun for me to write, and I am having a great time with it.   However, the story is about to take a very big detour from where it seems to be presently heading.  There is some trouble on the way in this story, and it will effect Christopher very much.

This change will also make it possible to introduce some new characters and situations to the story.  Some of these characters are not going to be well liked, and some of the situations that will take place in the story soon will not be pleasant.   Keep in mind, though, that I am trying to keep this story believable.  Bad things happen all the time, and Christopher is not immune to a "real" life.

The story is far from over, though, so I hope that you will all keep reading and commenting.  Ok, I'll stop babbling now and get on with the story.

Eric DravenŽ

Christopher's Story

Copyright 2002 Eric DravenŽ

Chapter Twelve

   The next day was Saturday, but James said he had to be home early.  He didn't tell me why, but that early in the morning, I didn't really care.  I almost slept through him dressing and leaving completely.  After he was out of my room, I did go back to sleep.  Thinking about what had happened between us the night before would just have to wait for a little while.

    When I finally did wake up, it was after noon.  Evan was home when I got downstairs, and my dad was sitting in the kitchen talking to him.  I stumbled into the room and rummaged through the refrigerator for some orange juice before sliding into a seat beside my brother.  It was then that I noticed the looks on their faces.

    "What's wrong?" I asked them both.

    "We have something to talk about," said my father, making me worry.  I thought for a minute that he knew what had happened in my room last night, but I knew that he never came into my room when I was sleeping.

    "What?" I asked.

    "Your mother and I have come to a decision, Chris," he said slowly.  "And it effects you and Evan just as much as it effects us."

    "What is it?" I asked.  He was really worrying me now.

    "Your mother has found someone that she cares for a great deal," he said.

    "I don't understand," I said confused.

    "She wants a divorce," he said flatly.  He looked down at the table and spread his hands in front of him.

    "Why?" I asked.

    "Chris," said Evan.  "Come on."

    "She lied," I declared angry with her already.

    "There's more," said Evan.

    "What?" I demanded.

    "She wants you and your brother to move to Chicago and live with her," said my father still looking at his hands.

    "Well, I'm not going," I said quickly.  "She can't make me."

    "Yes, she can," said Evan.

    "It isn't that simple," said my father.  "She doesn't want to make either of you do anything that you don't want to do. She has asked that I discuss this with you first."

    "First?" I asked.  "She's going to come here and talk to us about it, too?"

    "Yes," he said.  "She'll be here in a few hours."

    "Where is she?" asked Evan.

    "She stayed at a hotel last night," he replied.

    I couldn't believe it.   My mother wanted a divorce, and she wanted me and Evan to move with her to Chicago.   Everything I knew was in Springfield.  Everyone I knew was in Springfield.  She couldn't just decide that I had to leave everything and everyone I knew behind me.  That wasn't fair.  I didn't want to live with her.  She'd broken her promise from the day she left our house.

    She'd said that she would visit every other weekend, but the only time that I ever saw her was on my birthday.   The last time I'd seen here before that was the day she left for Chicago.   She'd lied then, too.  She'd said that they weren't getting a divorce.   Well, look at what was going on now.  She lied and lied and lied.  How could she expect me to want to live with her now?

    "You're being awful quiet, Chris," said my dad.

    "I'm thinking," I replied.

    "About?" he asked.

    "She lied to us, Dad," I said.

    "None of that," he said.

    "No," I replied.  "She lied. She was supposed to visit us every other weekend, and she didn't. She said you weren't getting divorced, and you are. She lied."

    "Chris," said Evan.

    "No, Evan," I said, standing up.  "I won't go to Chicago. Not even to visit her. Let her have this new man she cares about. She has Kendal, she doesn't need us!"

    I left the kitchen and went back up to my room.  Slamming the door behind me, I picked up the extension in my room to call Tommy.  I don't know why I thought to call him, but I had to talk to someone.  I had to get away from my mother.  I didn't want to be there when she showed up.  I wasn't moving to Chicago, and that was final.

    Calling Tommy would do me no good.  He couldn't help me.  What I needed was someone who could talk my mother out of wanting me and Evan in Chicago.  The only person that I could count on to do that was Evan.  I just hoped that he could do it.  I wasn't about to leave my dad and everything behind and move to Chicago to be with her.

    I stayed in my room for a while.  Evan came up after a few minutes to try and calm me down.  I told him that I didn't want to live with Mom, and he said he didn't either.  He didn't say much more about it, but he kept telling me that everything would be ok, and I should just calm down.

    I didn't want to talk to her when she came, either.  I knew that I couldn't get away with hiding out in my room the whole time, though.  Talking to her was going to be unavoidable.  I just hoped that she listened when I told her what I wanted.  The last thing I wanted was for her to treat me like a kid who doesn't know anything at all.  That would just make me hate her.

    "She's here, Chris," said Evan, poking his head in the door.

    "I'm coming," I said.

    When I got downstairs, she was sitting in the living room with my dad.  They were talking, but neither of them were looking at each other.  We waited on the stairs for a few minutes.  It may be wrong to listen when your parents are talking, but this time, we didn't care.

    "You're sure this is what you want?" asked my father.

    "Jeff, we've been through this," she said.  "Jim is a great guy. The boys are going to love him. I'm sorry that things worked out this way, but I really think this is for the best."

    "You had this planned the entire time," said my father.

    "We're not going to go through this again," said my mother.


    "I knew," she said.  "I knew when I left that our marriage was over. Yes, I knew it then. I didn't want it to be, but I knew that it was. I didn't plan to meet Jim. I didn't plan to care about him like I do. You can say what you want about me, Jeff, but I did not plan this."

    "You lied," he said.

    "Lied?" she gasped.  "About what?"

    "You told the boys that you would be back every other weekend to see them," he said.  "You came once. It's been six months since you left for Chicago, Maggie."

    "I couldn't come here . . ."

    "So you stayed away from the two boys that you now claim to care so much about," he fired at her.   "You lied to them. Abandoned them, and now you want to take them to a city they know nothing about; where they know no one. You want to take them away from everyone they know. For what? So you can feel justified in what you did to them already?"

    "Jeff . . ."

    "No," he interrupted her.  "This is lunacy! My wife of twenty years waltzes into our house after being gone for six fucking months to tell me that she has found a younger man that she cares more for than her husband. She tells me that she wants a divorce, and she wants to take away my sons."

    "Stop it," she demanded.

    "You stop it, Maggie," he yelled.  "Stop this. Leave the boys alone. Run off with your Peter Pan if you want to, but leave my sons alone."

    "You have no right to talk to me like that!" she snapped.

    "No right?" he yelled again.  "I think I have every right in the world to talk to you like that, Maggie. You have known about me all these years. You knew, and nothing happened. I was never unfaithful to you, and look at what you do to me."

    "Jeff, your sexuality has nothing to do with this," she said.

    "It doesn't?" he asked sarcastically.  "Your new boy, is he bisexual, too?"

    "Don't," she warned.

    "Don't what?" he asked.  "Ask you about your pet? How long will he be of service to you, Maggie? How long will it be until you are telling him the very same things you have been telling me? How long before you start lying and cheating and moving off to another city to be with an even younger boy toy?"

    "How dare you!" she yelled.

    "How dare I?" he asked.  "I'll tell you what, Maggie. I've been taking care of the boys for the last six months. I've been the one who's been here when Christopher needs help with his homework. I've been the one here to talk things out with Evan over his sexuality. I was the one who helped Christopher discover that he just might one day become a very successful artist. Where were you? Where were you for any of it, Maggie? I'll tell you where you were. You were in Chicago with that prepubescent little boy that you call a wonderful man. You were playing nanny to a snot-nosed little punk while your husband and sons went on with life as usual in Springfield."

    "I'm leaving!" she screamed at my dad.  "Tell my sons, that I will come and speak to them tomorrow."

    As she turned to leave, she saw us standing on the stairs.  Neither of us said anything to her.  We just watched as she walked out of the house.  My dad stayed on the couch.  He was staring at the floor, and I didn't know if I should go in and talk to him or not.

    My father spent the rest of the day in silence.  I would catch him looking at me or Evan, but he never said anything.  I knew that he was upset, and I didn't want to make him feel worse, so I kept my mouth shut.  I knew that I had a tendency to get on his nerves.

    Evan didn't leave for the day as he normally did.  I suspected that he was trying to stay close to the house for Dad's sake.  He didn't say anything to Dad, either.  I had never seen my father look so hurt.  It was hard to look at his face.  It just made me even more angry at my mother for what she'd done to him.  The things that she'd said to him kept running through my mind.

    She'd said that my dad was bisexual.  At the time, I hadn't thought about it.  It had just went right over my head, because I'd never heard my parents yell at each other like that before.   Sure, they'd been arguing a lot before my mom left for Chicago, but they'd never yelled like that before.

    Now that I finally had a chance to think over the things that they said to each other, that was the one thing that stood out in my mind the most.  My dad was bisexual.  I wasn't stupid.   I knew what the word meant.  I knew that there were different kinds of people.   Some people like sex with the opposite sex while others like sex with the same sex.   We'd went over all of that in Health.  There was also another kind of person.   This kind of person liked sex with both sexes.  My dad was that kind of person.  Cole was that kind of person.  Evan had told me that months ago.

    Maybe that was why my dad was being so quiet.  Maybe he hadn't intended for me and Evan to know about him.   Surely he would have told Evan when he told him that he knew what was going on between him and Cole.  If he had told Evan, then why hadn't Evan told me? We tell each other everything.  No, I was certain that Dad hadn't told Evan.

    "What's going to happen now, Evan?" I asked once we were safely behind our closed bedroom door.

    "I don't know for sure, Chris," he said, sitting down on his bed.  He looked at me for a few minutes and then turned his head.

    "What?" I asked.

    "You shouldn't have run out on Dad like that this morning, Chris," he said.  "He's having a bad enough time right now."

    "I know," I said, feeling like an idiot.  "I just got scared, Evan."

    "I know, Chris," he replied.  "But you can't take your feelings out on everyone around you. That isn't fair."

    "I know."

    "She said she wasn't going to force us to move in with her, Chris," he said.  "She only wants to talk to us about it. I'm sure she'll let us make our own decision."

    "I won't move in with her," I said.

    "She is our mom, Chris," he said softly.

    "You mean you're going to go with her?" I asked quickly.

    "I didn't say that," he replied.  "I'm just saying that we have to hear her out. We owe her that much."

    "She lied to us, Evan," I said.  "Where has she been for all this time?"

    "She came for your birthday, Chris," he said.

    "Don't defend her," I spat.  "She said every other weekend. She said she would come to get us and take us to Chicago to visit. She didn't do any of that because she was too busy with her new boyfriend. She was too busy breaking Dad's heart."


    "No," I said.   "I won't forgive her for this. I believe that she knew all along that this was what she wanted. I don't care what she says tomorrow. I'm not moving to Chicago. I wouldn't move in with her if she lived across the street."

    "You know, you'd better be careful," said Evan when I finished yelling.  "Sooner or later, that anger will turn into hatred, Chris. Then you will be a completely different person. You'll be a person that no one likes to be around. You know what I'm talking about."

    I did know what he was talking about.  He was talking about becoming a person like James.  James was filled with so much anger and hatred that he took it out on everyone around him.  I didn't want to be like that, but I couldn't help being angry with my mother.  She had lied to us.  I couldn't believe that Evan was a little more upset about it than he appeared to be.

    "I'm not going to be like that," I told him.

    We let the conversation drop after that.  I don't know if he thought he'd made me angry or if he just didn't want to push me.  He picked up his bag and started doing his homework.  I followed suit and did the same thing.  When Dad called us down to dinner, I was almost done with my work.  I looked up to see that Evan had finished his and was at the computer.

    We were all quiet at dinner for a while.  I know that I didn't know what to say, and I thought that was the problem with Evan, too.  I didn't know what to expect from my dad.  He waited until we were all about done with our food before he finally started talking.

    "I noticed that the two of you were there on the stairs while your mother and I were having our little talk," he said.

    "We didn't mean to listen to you guys, Dad," said Evan.

    "I'm not angry with you, Son," replied my dad.  "I just think that I should address a few things that were said."

    "You don't have to explain anything to us, Dad," said Evan.

    "Yes, I do," replied my dad.  "I'm sure that you both heard what was said about my sexuality."

    "Dad . . ."

    "No, listen," said my dad, cutting Evan off.  "Yes, I am bisexual. That doesn't mean that I'm any less of a man than any other."

    "We know that," said Evan.

    "I know you do," he said.  "Christopher, what do you think about it?"

    "I don't care," I said, looking at my plate.  "What difference does it make? You are my dad."

    "I'm glad that you feel that way," he said.  "I don't want either of you to feel uncomfortable around me because of this."

    "Why would we?" asked Evan.  "You know about me, Dad."

    "Yes," said my father.  "And now you know why I was so understanding about your feelings."

    "Yes," said Evan.

    "I'm sorry for blurting it out like that to your mother about you," he said.

    "I don't care, Dad," said Evan.  "What she is doing is wrong."

    "This sort of thing happens with adults a lot, Evan," he said.  "That doesn't make your mother a bad person. I don't want either of you to start thinking that way about her. She has a right to make herself happy. It's not her fault if she couldn't be happy with me."

    "But she left all of us," I said.  I tried to make sure that my voice was even enough.  I didn't want them to think that I was still mad.

    "Chris, you have to stop thinking that way," said my dad.  "It was hard for her. I know it was."

    "Dad's right, Chris," said Evan.

    "I know he is," I lied.  "I just won't forget that she has been gone so long."

    "You are entitled to that," said my dad.  "I just don't want you blaming her for this. This is as much my fault as it is hers. There really is no one to blame in this."

    I stopped listening after that.  He was wrong.  My mother was to blame for all of it.  She was the one who ran off to Chicago and found someone else.  She was the one who made promises and then broke them.  She was to blame for all of it.  I would never forgive her for any of this.

    After dinner, we went back to our room.  We were both quiet.  I didn't know what to say.  I was sure that if I opened my mouth, I'd start saying all of the things that I was thinking, and I didn't want anyone to know what I was thinking.  Evan had said that I would end up like James if I kept thinking this way, and I didn't want to have that discussion again.

    I finished my homework in silence while Evan sat at the computer.  He left after a while, and I was alone in the room.  I didn't want to go downstairs, so I just sat on my bed and listened to music.  I don't know how long I sat there, but the next thing I knew, Evan was waking me up.

    "Move over, Chris," he said as he climbed into the bed with me.

    We usually slept in his bed, so I didn't know why he was climbing into mine.  I hadn't intended to fall asleep, but I couldn't keep my eyes open.  The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was Evan sliding his arm around me.