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Christopher's Story

Copyright 2002 Eric DravenŽ

Chapter Thirteen


  The next morning, I woke up before Evan for a change.  I'd had a nightmare about my mother making me move to Chicago, and then ditching me there.  I know it was only a dream, but with her tract record, I believed that anything was possible.

    I slipped out of Evan's arms and went into the bathroom.  I grabbed my towel and turned the shower on to let the water heat up, and then I went back to the bedroom to get a pair of boxers.  Evan was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked in.

    "Morning," he said, stretching.

    "Morning," I replied.  "Beat you this time."

    "So I see," he said, smiling at me.  "I hear the shower running."

    "Yeah," I said.

    "Mind if I take one with you?" he asked.  "I'm kinda behind this morning."

    "Sure," I said.  "But no sexy stuff. I have to meet Tommy and Alex this morning."

    "No sexy stuff," he said, stretching again.

    I left him sitting there and returned to the bathroom.  I checked the water, and then stepped into the shower.  The second the hot water hit me, I wanted to go back to sleep.  I was so tired.  I couldn't remember when I had ever been so tired before.  I'd woken up several times during the night to just look around my room for no reason.

    Evan got in a few minutes later.  He didn't say anything.  He just took the soap from me and started to wash my back.  I loved the feeling of his hands running over my naked skin.  My muscles were tight from being so upset all night, and Evan worked the tightness out of them easily.  He had such a great touch.  I didn't want it to end.

    He turned me around and started to soap up my chest and stomach.  I worried a little bit that this was going to go a bit too far, but I knew that I could stop it at any time.  He washed my neck and arms before going to my legs.  He skipped my crotch all together.  I didn't know if that was his idea of no sexy stuff or if he was just waiting to do that last.

    When he'd finished with me feet, he went straight to my crotch.  He handled my balls lightly, washing them thoroughly before soaping up my dick.  My dick started to wake up under his hands, but I was determined not to get into anything sexual.  I had to get out of the house early today.

    Evan surprised me by washing my hair for me.  He hadn't done that since we were kids.  He was careful, as always, not to let the shampoo get in my eyes when he rinsed my head.  He remained quiet, but he smiled at me when I looked at him.

    Then it was his turn.   I tried to replicate the way he'd massaged the soap into my back on his, but I knew it wasn't working.  He said nothing, but I never felt his muscles loosen up.  I abandoned my attempt and moved on to his legs and ass.

    As he had done with me, I kept it away from sexual.  It would be too easy to just launch into a sexual massage with my brother.  He was just too gorgeous.  However, I knew that there would plenty of time for that tonight.  So, I finished washing him, and then were were both fighting for space in the bathroom to dry ourselves.

    Downstairs, my father had eggs, bacon, toast and juice for our breakfast.  I ate quickly, and got out of there.  I got to the corner where Tommy, Alex and I had agreed to meet this morning, but there was no one there.  I checked my watch and saw that I was a little early, so I just stood there and waited for them to show up.

    "Hey!" called Tommy from behind me.  I turned to face him, and he started to run up the sidewalk to me.

    "Hey, Tommy," I said.

    "Alex isn't coming," he said, breathing heavy from his run.

    "What?" I asked.  We'd agreed to meet this morning.

    "Something happened last night, Chris," he said, looking serious.

    "What happened?" I asked.

    "I don't know," he said.  "Alex went over to see James last night, and the next thing I knew, my mom was telling me not to leave the house."

    "Shit," I breathed.  "What happened now?"

    "I don't know," he said.  "Let's just go to school. We'll see Alex when we get there, I'm sure."

    When we got to school, we both saw the police cars.  We looked at each other, but we kept right on walking toward the school.  The natural human need to see what's going on was inside of both of us.  I thought maybe there was a big fight or something.  There was nothing see when we got close, though.  The cars were empty.

    "They must be inside the school," I said.

    "Probably," said Tommy.

    We separated for our morning classes, and I headed for math class.  As soon as the bell rang, I noticed that both James's and Alex's seats were empty.  I didn't think anything of it at first.  Those two are always late to first hour, but after the class had gone on for more than twenty minutes, and they still hadn't come to class, I wondered what was up.

    "Mr. Wallace," called Mrs. Burke, our math teacher.  She was seated at her desk in the front of the room.  One of the office assistants was standing next to her desk.

    "Yes, Ma'am?" I answered.

    "You are wanted in the dean's office," she said.  "Take your things with you. The hour is about over."

    "Yes, Ma'am," I said, grabbing my book and my back pack.

    The entire class was watching me.  I knew what they were thinking.  They were wondering what I had done wrong.  I never got into trouble, so I was wondering the very same thing.   I didn't know what to expect once I got to the dean's office.  In fact, I didn't even know that I was in trouble.  Maybe it had something to do with my mother.   I hoped not.  I'd have rather it had been something I had done wrong.

    Mr. Pullman's office was on the second floor of the building.  I walked into the outer office where his secretary was, and I was met by two policemen.  They looked me up and down, making me even more nervous than I already was.  I wondered why they were in the office.   It couldn't have had anything to do with me.  I knew I hadn't done anything that wrong if I'd done anything wrong at all.

    "Come on in, Chris," said Mr. Pullman as he opened his door.

    I walked into his office with both policemen right behind me.  I was really getting nervous now.   Why would they follow me if I wasn't in some kind of trouble? I had a million thoughts running through my mind, but none of them came close to answering my question.

    "Am I in trouble?" I asked, deciding to just get it over with.

    "No, Chris," said Mr. Pullman.  "These officers would just like to talk to you for a few moments."

    "Ok," I said, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

    "Christopher, my name is Officer Davidson," said a man in plain clothes that I hadn't even noticed was in the room.  "I'd like to ask you a few questions about a few of your friends, ok?"

    "Sure," I said, wondering which friends he was going to ask me about.

    "Now, you spent a night at the home of your friend James recently, correct?" he asked, taking out a note pad and pen.

    "Yes," I replied.  "My brother is James's older brother's best friend."

    "That would be Evan Wallace, correct?" he asked.

    "That's my brother," I said.

    "Could you tell me if their father was home that night?" he asked.

    "He was," I said.

    "And did you speak with him?" he asked me.

    "No, Sir," I said.  "He stayed downstairs all night long."

    "So, you never saw anything happen between James and his father that night?" he asked.

    "No," I said, wondering what he was talking about.

    "Has James ever confided in you about his relationship with his father?" he asked.

    "No," I said, thinking of the day that he'd shown me the website for his father and Josh.

    "Nothing at all?" he asked.

    "Nothing at all," I replied.

    "You are also friendly with Alex Porter, is that correct?" he asked, scribbling something on the note pad.

    "Yes," I said.

    "And has he shared with you anything about what happens when he stays with James? I understand the two of them are really close friends."

    "They play video games and watch movies," I said, looking around at the others in the room trying to figure out just what they were getting at.

    "Do you and your friends ever discuss sex?" he asked.

    "What?" I asked, hoping that I'd heard the question wrong.

    "Sex," he said.  "Do you, Alex and James ever talk about it?"

    "Sure," I said, thinking that it was best not to lie, but at the same time, I didn't want to be completely truthful, either.

    "Now, think very carefully, Christopher," he said.  "Has James or Alex ever talked about anything sexual happening with James's father?"

    "No," I said.

    "Nothing at all?" he asked.

    "I'd remember," I said.

    "Thank you, Christopher," he said.  "You can go back to your class now."

    "Alright," I said, getting up to leave.

    "Stop at Mrs. Tilly's desk and get a pass," said the dean.

    "Yes, Sir," I replied.

    After getting my pass from Mrs. Tilly, I left the office and ran into Tommy.  He had just come up the stairs, and I assumed he was on his way to be questioned, too.  I didn't know what was going on, but I wanted to let him know what to expect when he got in there.

    "What are you doing?" he asked me.

    "I just came from the office," I said.

    "That's where I'm supposed to go," he said.  "What's up?"

    "The police are in there, and they're asking all sorts of questions about Alex and James," I said.

    "What kind of questions?" he asked.  There was a look in his eyes that I thought might be fear.

    "Sexual questions," I said.  "They wanted to know if I knew anything about James's dad having sex with them."

    "Oh, God," said Tommy, and I was certain that there was fear in his eyes then.

    "What?" I asked him.

    "Nothing," he said.  "I'll talk to you after school."

    "Alright," I said, watching him walk into the office.

    When the final bell rang at the end of the day, I went to my locker and then out to the flag pole where Tommy and I always met up after school.  He wasn't there, so I figured he was just being slow.  What I didn't notice was that my brother was walking up to me.

    "Chris," said Evan, getting my attention.

    "What are you doing here?" I asked him when I turned around.

    "Come on," he said.  "You have to come home right now."

    "I'm waiting for Tommy," I said, looking back toward the school to see if he'd come out yet.

    "Tommy isn't here, Chris," he said.

    "What?" I asked, turning to face him again.

    "Did the police talk to you?" he asked me.

    "What's going on, Evan?" I asked.

    "Something really bad," he said.

    "What?" I asked.

    "They arrested Cole's dad and Josh a little while ago," he said.  "The police were at my school asking me a bunch of questions about Cole's dad and James and Alex."

    "They asked me questions about it, too," I said.

    "Yeah, well they went to talk to Kyle about it, too," he said.

    "Evan, what's going on?" I asked.

    "You have to come home," he said, turning to walk away.

    "Evan," I said, following him.

    "They were arrested for sexual molestation, Chris," he said.  "What did you say to the police?"

    "I didn't say anything," I said.  "They asked me if either of them ever said anything about sex with James's dad, and I said no."

    "Did they ask you about the night that we both stayed over there?" he asked.

    "Yeah," I said.  "I told them that their dad was downstairs all night."

    "Well, Alex's mom called the police last night," said Evan.

    "What?" I asked.

    "I don't know all of it," he said.  "All I know is that she called the police, they went there last night and picked up Cole and James, and this morning, they arrested their dad and Josh."

    "Where's Tommy?" I asked him.

    "At the police station," he said.

    "What?" I asked.

    "Come on, Chris," he said.

    "Tell me what Tommy's doing at the police station," I demanded, stopping.

    "I don't know," he said.  "I think he told them something."

    "What could he tell them?" I asked.

    "Who knows, Chris," said Evan.  "He's been spending a lot of time with James. Who knows what he told them."

    When we got to the house, I saw Mom's car in the driveway.  There was a man in the driver's seat.   I didn't pay any attention to him.  I just didn't want my mom here right now.   I didn't want to have another round with her.  I really didn't want to go inside.

    "What's Mom doing here?" I asked Evan.

    "Just come inside, Chris," he said.

    I silently followed him inside the house.  I could hear my mother screaming at my father in the kitchen.   I wasn't ready for another round of fighting with her.  I hoped that she would have just given up on me and went back to Chicago, but from what I could hear her saying, that wasn't the way things were.

    "How could you even let them go near them?" she yelled.

    "There was never anything to make me suspicious of Jason or Josh, damn it," replied my father.   "If anything had happened, Evan or Chris would have told me, Maggie."

    "But you let them go over there and spend the night with a pedophile," she said.  "You should have known!"

    "How was I supposed to know?" he asked.  "Tell me, am I supposed to be a damned psychic? Is that it?"

    "Don't start with me," she said.  "I'm not the one who placed my sons in the hands of a pervert."

    "Maggie . . ."

    "No," she cried.  "You of all people should have known!"

    "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked.  "Are you implying that I should have known about all of this because of my own sexuality? Is that what you are saying?"

    "Well people with the same interests usually stick together, don't they?" she spat.

    "Fuck you, Maggie," he said.  "Get the hell out of my house, and leave my sons alone."

    "Oh no you don't," she said.  "Christopher is coming with me. I can't change the damage that you've already done to Evan, but I will save Christopher."

    "You are not taking my son," he said.

    "Oh yes, I am," she said.  "And if I don't take him today, we'll just go to court and see what the judge has to say about everything that's been going on around here."

    "What has been going on around here?" he demanded.  "All the way from Chicago, tell me, what terrible things have you seen in your crystal ball, Maggie."

    "Don't patronize me," she said.  "I'm taking him, and that's all there is to it."

    "What is going on?" asked Evan as the two of us walked into the kitchen.  "Mom, what was that supposed to mean? What damage has Dad done to me?"

    "Evan, I . . ."

    "She means about your sexuality, Evan," said my father.

    "Dad didn't have anything to do with it," he said quickly.  "You've got it all wrong. I didn't even know about Dad until just a little while ago."

    "Evan, you're young," she said.  "You don't understand."

    "No, I understand," he said.  "You thought you'd use me to hurt Dad. You're also trying to use Chris to hurt him. That's what you're doing, Mom. And let me tell you, that's so grown up of you."

    "Don't talk to me like that," she snapped.

    "Why?" he asked.  "You can talk about me like I'm some sort of defective person. I'm you son, Mother. I'm the same boy that you used to hug and kiss goodnight."

    "You're not acting like that boy right now," she said.

    "Well, I'm sorry, but I tend to get upset when a member of my family becomes viscous and tries to use other members of the family to strike out at someone," he spat.

    "Christopher," she said, ignoring Evan.  "Go upstairs and pack a bag."

    "I'm not going with you," I said evenly.  I was determined not to get into a screaming match with her.

    "Yes, you are," she said.  "Now go upstairs and get a bag."

    "Dad," I pleaded.

    "Chris, you'd better go and pack some things," he said, looking at the floor.  "I'm sorry, son, but you're going to have to go with your mother."