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I apologize for my lengthy absence. I had many personal projects going, and it was hard to find time to write. Most of those projects are complete now, so I'm hoping to be able to devote more time to this story. The story is continuing to generate much email, and for most of that email, I am very appreciative. I will try to answer all of your questions as quickly as possible, and I will also address your concerns.
This story is about the life of a character named Christopher Wallace. In telling a story about life, you must follow it through happy times as well as bad times. No one's life is perfect, and with this story, I'm trying to show that. Will everything end happily? Well, I guess you'll have to follow the story to it's conclusion to find the answer to that question.
A lot of you have written to ask about other characters that are now missing in this story. Evan, Cole, Tommy, Alex and James will all return to story some time soon. Although their stories will have changed since the last time you read about them, they will still be an active part of Christopher's life in the future.
Christopher's relationship with his mother is tapering off to one that is almost tolerant, but that does not mean that all is well between them. Many of you have written asking why she did nothing about what happened between Chris and Zack. Well, I think the last chapter answered that question, but it is far from over.
Thank you all for your continued interest in this story. I hope that you are all enjoying the story, and I hope to continue to hear from all of you. Feedback is very much appreciated.
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Jim helped my mother move my bed and dresser into her office. When I asked to help, my mother told me to eat my breakfast. She said that I didn't have to move anything. It wasn't my fault that I had to be moved out of the bedroom. Then they went on putting my things into the other room.
After that was all finished, I was allowed to go in and see what my new room looked like. It was a lot bigger than the other bedroom, and I had my own bathroom. That was great. My mother explained to me that this was really the master bedroom, but she had been using it as her office.
"Why didn't you move into this room and put me in yours?" I asked.
"That would have been more work," she said. "There was only a small desk and a fan in here, anyway. I guess I should have put you in this room to start with."
"I'm just glad that you believe me now," I said.
"I owe you a big apology for not believing you, Chris," she said. "I don't even know what to say."
"I think we should just forget about it, Mom," I said. "I don't want to fight with you, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about you right now, either."
"I suppose that's fair," she said, sitting down on my bed.
"I know that we haven't been getting along," I said. "Most of that is my fault. But you have to understand that I didn't want to be moved to Chicago in the first place. I was in no danger living with Dad, and there really was no good reason to move me here."
"I don't share that opinion, Chris," she said calmly.
"Mom," I said. "What you said you were trying to protect me from happened here in your own apartment."
"Chris," she said.
"No," I said, cutting her off. "I'm not blaming anyone other than Zack for what he tried to do to me. What I'm trying to make you understand is that I didn't need to be moved from my father's house."
"Your father is a bisexual man, Chris," she said.
"He's always been that way, Mom," I said. "You didn't think it was unsafe to leave me and Evan alone with him while you were on your business trips."
"That was different," she said.
"Why?" I asked. "Was it because, at that time, your family wasn't speaking to you? I already know that they stopped talking to you when you married Dad. That was why I had never met any of them. Now they talk to you, because you left Dad."
She didn't say anything for a while. She looked at the floor and then around the room. I had plenty more to say, but I was serious when I said I didn't want to fight with her. I was tired of fighting. I wasn't anywhere near ready to forgive her for anything, but I was tired of bickering.
"What you say is correct," she said. "But taking you from your father had nothing to do with what my family wanted. I wanted you with me, Chris. I wanted Evan, too."
"But you didn't take him, because he's gay," I accused.
"That's not why he isn't here," she insisted. "He is more than welcome to come here any time he chooses. He simply hasn't called or asked to visit."
"Would you allow me to call him?" I asked, hoping for at least that much.
"I think it would be best, until after the divorce is final, that you just wait for your brother to call you," she said.
I knew that she didn't want me to call for fear that I'd talk to Dad. I wondered if it was because she was afraid that I would tell him about Zack. I hadn't thought of it until then, but that would have been a great way for my father to regain custody of me.
She took me shopping for most of the rest of the day. She bought me almost an entire new wardrobe and two new pairs of tennis shoes. Most of the clothes were winter clothes, and she bought me a few robes.
When we walked past a computer store, I stopped and gazed in the window. She saw me, and after sighing, she said she would get me a computer. I didn't want to sound too excited about it, but all I thought of was hooking it to the net and checking my email. I couldn't wait.
She bought me a lap top, so I could take it to school when I needed to. It had a 40g hard drive, 256k ram, a DVD/CDR combo drive, external mouse and a Pentium 4 2.0g processor. I couldn't believe it. She'd bought me a state of the art machine.
"It's got a modem," she said. "So I guess I'll have to buy a router, so you can use my cable connection."
"You have cable?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "The outlet in your room will work for cable internet, but I am not paying for a brand new cable modem for your lap top."
"I understand," I said.
I didn't care. I was going to be able to access the net. That was the most important thing for me. I couldn't wait. I hoped that Evan had responded to my email by now. I couldn't wait to get home and check.
When we got home, I put all my clothes away and then hooked up my computer. My mom hooked the router up, and I plugged my computer in. The first thing I did was set up my email account. As soon as I signed in, it told me that I had four emails.
The first one was from a company wanting to sell me car insurance. Two of the others were from Ted, and the last one was from Evan. He'd finally responded! I couldn't believe it. I clicked on the subject and the email opened.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to respond sooner, but I've had some computer problems. Everything is going ok here. I haven't seen Cole or James yet, but Tommy is over every day asking when he can talk to you on the phone or the computer.
Alex stopped by once to see if I'd heard from you, but I haven't seen him since. Tommy says that he doesn't hang out with him anymore, so I don't really have any news for you where Alex is concerned.
Dad talks about you all the time. He calls Mom almost every other day, but she won't let him talk to you. I'd call, but I'm afraid that she'd just do the same to me. I can't believe that she made you move to Chicago. I wish that you were still here. I miss you like crazy, and I know Dad does.
Are you keeping up with your painting? I sure hope so. Dad has all of the paintings that you left behind hung all over the house. He's so proud of them. When his friends come over, he tells them all about his son, the young artist.
I hope everything is ok there. I've been worried about you being with Mom. The way the two of you talked to each other the day you left just makes me worry that you aren't getting along at all. Dad worries about the same thing. Mom doesn't tell him anything.
Dad got his divorce papers the other day. He says that its going to be a long battle. Mom is asking for too much. She's demanding full custody of you instead of joint like she said. She only wants joint custody of me. Big shock.
Email me back, and let me know how you are. I love you, Buddy.
I read the email three times before I responded. I told him all about how things were really going. I didn't tell him anything about Zack, because I wanted to wait and see what was going to happen. I was a little upset with Mom for not throwing him out, but I still didn't want to fight with her.
The emails from Ted asked me how I was doing. He said that I hadn't been home all day, and he just wanted to make sure that I wasn't upset with him. He also said that since I wouldn't be able to check my email unless I was at his apartment, it seemed silly to write them.
I responded, telling him all about the days events. I told him about my new room and all about my new lap top. I made sure to tell him that I was fine with our friendship remaining the way it was, and there wouldn't be any awkward feelings between us. I told him I'd see him at school on Monday, and then I ended the email and logged off.
The next morning, I woke up to my mother standing over my bed. She smiled at me, and I sat up quickly. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and tried to give her a questioning look. Then I saw the phone in her hand.
"Evan's on the phone," she said, handing me the receiver.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey, Chris," said Evan. "I got your email last night, and I couldn't wait to call and hear your voice."
"I'm glad you called," I said, still half asleep and sure that this was a dream.
"I can't stay on long," he said. "I have to get to work soon. I just wanted to tell you that Mom said I can visits in two weeks."
"Why so long from now?" I asked disappointed that he couldn't come up soon.
"I don't have a weekend off until then," he said. "Dad bought me a car, so I'll drive up there."
"Cool," I said. "I can't wait to see you."
"Same here, Buddy," he said. "Gotta go."
"Love you," I said.
"Love you, too," he said, and then he was gone.
I got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to shower. Once that was done, I had breakfast with Mom and Jim. Thankfully, Zack stayed in his room. I didn't want anything to do with him. He, it seemed, didn't want to face any of us, either.
After breakfast, Mom and Jim went out for some "alone" time. I sat in the living room and watched television. There wasn't much on, and I wasn't surprised at all. Sundays weren't usually good for television.
I got up and went to my bedroom to get a movie, and then I saw a moving truck outside. It was hard to see much being on the 3rd floor of the building. But I was curious about who was moving in. I waited until everyone was out of the truck. My attention was instantly drawn to the two boys.
I stood there and watched out my bedroom window as they moved things off the truck and into the building. The two boys couldn't have been more than a year apart. They both had dark hair, and from what I could see, the older of the two seemed to be athletic. It was hard to tell with them both bundled in their coats.
The man looked just like the two boys. He was tall. From what I could see, I'd swear that he was at least 6' tall. He was wearing only a jacket, so I could plainly see that he was muscular. When I saw the weight machine and equipment come off the truck, I knew that it was for him.
I wondered if I would become friends with the boys. I hoped so. I needed friends my age, and the older of the two looked like he was my age. I figured the only way to see if we could be friends was to go downstairs and introduce myself.
I grabbed my coat and headed out the door, trying to think of a legitimate reason to be going downstairs. I didn't want them to think that I was desperate to make friends. I wanted it to seem like I was already headed out the door.
When I got downstairs, the older of the boys was just coming into the building carrying a box. I stopped and held the door for him. He was gorgeous! My first sighting of him didn't do him justice at all. He was a little bit taller than me with dark hair and twinkling dark eyes. He smiled at me, and I almost fell over. He had the greatest smile.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Khayman. We're moving into apartment 12."
"I'm Chris," I replied. "I live upstairs in 314."
"Cool," he said. "So I'll see you around then."
"Sure will," I said.
"Cool," he said.
"Need help?" I asked.
"Sure," he said. "That'd be great."
We talked about where he came from and why they moved to Chicago while we moved Khayman's room. He told me that they had moved from Southern California, and his dad was going to head up an advertising firm here in Chicago. He told me that we were both the same age and in the same grade in school.
We talked about all sorts of things. The weight machine and equipment were actually for him. He said his dad liked to work out in a gym, but he preferred his privacy. His little brother, Gary, was only interested in hockey, and Khayman said that he could be very enthusiastic about it.
We laughed about the superintendent and his fake dog on a leash that he walks around the lobby of the building. We talked about school and what classes he was going to take. His father had already enrolled both boys, and they had their schedules. After we finished moving his stuff in, we looked over his schedule and found out that we had four different classes together.
His dad, Mark, was really nice, and he seemed happy to see that Khayman had made a friend. He asked me all sorts of questions about my mom and what she did for a living. When I told him that she was in advertising, he seemed really interested in knowing more about her.
When it was time for me to go back to my own apartment, I didn't want to leave. I promised to meet Khayman and Gary in the morning to show them where to catch the bus for school, and I told their dad that I would do my best to show them around.
When I came out of their apartment, Ted was just walking into the building. He saw me, and he stopped. He smiled at me, and I did my best to return his smile. I hadn't talked to him since Friday night, and I still wasn't sure what I wanted to say to him.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "But I really need to get upstairs."
"It won't take long," he said. "I need to get in myself."
"All right," I said, following him over to the chairs in the lobby.
He sat down and crossed his leg over his knee. He looked at me for a few minutes without saying anything. I wondered just what he wanted to talk about. I was sure that he'd received my email, and I hope that he believed what I'd written.
"I haven't seen you since the other night," he said finally. "I hope you're not mad at me. I got your email, but I usually see you every day."
"I'm not mad at you," I said.
I told him all about what had happened on Friday night and Saturday morning. I didn't tell him about Khayman moving in or that I had spent most of the day with him. I didn't really want to share that friendship with him just yet.
He told me that he had just come from Lane's, and he wished that I had gone with him. He said that there had been a big fight. The boys from Friday had shown up again, and they had caused a lot of trouble.
After telling me all about that, he finally said that he had to get inside. He said his mother would be angry if he was out much later. We said goodnight, and I went upstairs. I still didn't know how I felt about him.
What I did know was that Khayman was gorgeous! I couldn't wait to see him again. I didn't know if he was gay or not, but I didn't care. It would be enough just to be able to be his friend. I just hoped that what had happened with Ted didn't happen with Khayman. I didn't want to feel like this over anyone else ever again.
The next morning, he was waiting in the lobby with Gary. They both smiled when they saw me coming out of the elevator, and I thought I'd die. I walked up to them, and we all said good morning to each other.
"You have classes with me," I said to Khayman on the bus. "The first one we have together is English, and that's first hour, so we'll go straight there after you meet with your councilor."
"What about Gary?" asked Khayman. "What will he do?"
"They'll have someone show him around today," I said. "I'm sorry that I can't be the one to do it."
"That's ok," said Gary. "As long as they don't just set me free."
I spent the first two classes of the day with Khayman. After that, we didn't see each other again until lunch. At that time, Gary joined us as well. We sat at a different table than I usually sit at. I usually sat with Ted and his friends, but I didn't want to talk to Ted right then, so we sat in the other lunch room.
Gary talked a mile a minute about all the things that he'd done already. He'd just come from gym, so his hair was wet from his shower. He told us that he had a try out for the hockey team next week. He was very excited about it, and Khayman seemed to be happy about it, too.
What I couldn't wait for was the next hour. It was the next class that Khayman and I had together. It was gym, and my stomach was in knots, because I knew that we'd be showering together after gym. I was going to get to see him naked! I couldn't wait, but at the same time, I was nervous.
When we finally got to gym class, my bubble burst. The boy from the party was there. His name was Ken Hartman, and he'd been transferred into the class. He looked at me and smirked. He chose a locker three down from mine, and not even the fact that Khayman chose the locker next to mine could make the butterflies settle in my stomach.
I didn't even try to see anything while we changed into our gym clothes. I was too keenly aware that Ken was staring at me the whole time. I didn't know what to do. I wondered if he was going to start something, but I was finally happy to know that he wouldn't be in my group. He was a year ahead of me, so he was with his own class. I didn't see him for the rest of the hour.
It was time for all of us in class to switch activities, and Khayman was in my group, so we both went to the weight room. Luckily, Ken's group wasn't offered weight class, so I didn't have to put up with him.
Khayman and I took turns spotting each other while we lifted weights. He could lift a lot more than I could, but I didn't care. I was worried about dropping the weight that I could lift with him standing over my head. I had a great view of his crotch, and it bulged nicely under the thin fabric of his gray gym shorts. It kept me excited, and I had to try to think of math problems to keep from throwing a hard on in my jock.
Luckily, our group arrived in the locker room before Ken's. Khayman and I laughed and joked while we got ready for the showers. My eyes locked on his body as he stripped in front of me. He didn't look up at me, and I quickly looked away when he finally did. I didn't get a chance to see his dick, because he wrapped his towel around his waist before walked to the showers.
When we got in there, I hung a little behind him, so I could see his ass when he dropped the towel. I wasn't disappointed. His ass was awesome! He had two tight, hairless globes that were white from where the sun hadn't bathed them. They moved as he walked, and I tried to keep myself from staring.
When we got into the showers, he chose the shower right next to me, and I about gasped when I saw his dick. It was easily bigger than mine by at least an inch, and it was uncut. I quickly averted my eyes before he looked over and saw me checking him out, but then a few minutes later, I thought I saw him gazing at me out of the corner of my eye.
Then, Ken's group arrived, and my stomach flipped. He strode in without a towel and smiled at me the whole time. His dick flopped from side to side, and he made sure that I noticed that, too. He chose the shower directly across from me, and stared at me as he stepped backward into the shower spray.
I turned around, so I couldn't see him. I was trying to rinse all of the soap off of me as fast as I could, so I could get out of there. I didn't want to even think about what he was up to. The last thing I needed was for him to start anything with me.
"Hey, Fag," he called. "Turn around. Daddy's got something for ya."
Everyone got real quiet, and I tried to ignore him, but he came over and grabbed my shoulder. He spun me around and forced me down to my knees. I was suddenly face to face with his hard dick. I could feel myself shivering, and I was scared to death.
"Let go," I cried, but he pulled me closer to his dick.
"Suck it, fag boy," he said. "I know you want to."
He shoved his hips foreword, and as soon as his dick touched my closed lips, I panicked. I shoved his legs to get him away, but he slipped on the wet floor. The next thing I knew, he was on the floor, and I was standing again.
I expected him to get up and pound me, but he didn't move. Then I saw blood running on the floor around his head, and I thought I'd killed him. I was so scared. All I could do was run out of the shower room.
I got dressed without drying off. By this time, two of the gym instructors were in the shower room. They called for someone to call an ambulance. Then someone was tapping me on the shoulder. I thought I would throw up.
I turned around to see my instructor staring down at me. He looked so angry, and I didn't know what to say. I just looked at him, and he didn't say anything for a few minutes. When he started to speak, I put my head down.
"You're going to have to come with me to the office, son," he said. "They're going to want to talk to you."
Then next thing I knew, I was being led out of the locker room and down the hall. I didn't know what to do. I was certain that I'd killed Ken, and I was going to go to jail. I was so scared, and I wanted my father.
In the office, the dean called my mother at work. The police showed up a few minutes later, and I was taken to the police station.
"Christopher Wallace," said the policeman who was cuffing my hands behind my back. "You're being arrested for assault."