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Alright guys, we're down to the final six chapters. This is the first of the last chapters of the story. Every question you had about whether or not Chris would return to Springfield will be answered soon. I realize that a lot of you will be unhappy to see the story end, but I just really can't think of much more for Chris to go through and survive.
I'll be starting a whole new story soon, though. I hope you guys will like that one as much as you like this one.
Copyright ©2002 Eric Draven®. All Rights Reserved.
I was only at the police station long enough for my mother to come and get me. It was still humiliating, though. I'd never been inside a police station in my life. They fingerprinted me, took my mug shots, and read me my rights. Then my mother was there, and she talked with the police sergeant in his office for a few minutes, and then we were in the car. I knew that she was going to blow up at me. I couldn't wait to see if she believed my side of the story or not.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she yelled at me as soon as we had pulled away from the station.
"Mom, I didn't try to hurt him," I said. "He tried to make me suck his dick, and I pushed him away. It happened a lot like it did with Zack. When I pushed him he fell."
"Come on, Christopher," she said. Disbelief was clear in her tone. "Are you going to accuse every boy of trying to rape you? Stop it."
"Stop the car and let me out if you don't believe me," I said. "You didn't believe me about Zack, and I was telling the truth. I don't expect you to believe me now, and again, I'm telling the truth."
"You are going to be grounded to your room," she said. "No phone calls, no computer, no anything."
"Why don't you just sell me on the black market?" I asked, trying to piss her off even more.
I'd had it with her. I knew she wouldn't believe what I had to say. I just wished that she would get sick of me and send me home. I didn't want to spend another minute with her. She wouldn't send me home, though. I knew that. She was having far too much fun making my life a living hell.
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut, young man," she said firmly.
"Or what?" I asked. "You'll beat me? Now there's something you haven't done yet. You've done everything else to make my life miserable."
"Christopher Wallace," she said through clenched teeth just before the back of her hand made contact with my mouth.
I couldn't believe that she'd actually hit me. At first I was stunned, but as soon as I recovered, I opened the car door and tried to jump out. She grabbed me by my shirt and swerved the car to the curb, causing much commotion on the busy street. Cars honked, and tires squealed as everyone tried to avoid hitting us.
I struggled against her grasp and really tried to get out. I wanted away from her now. I wasn't going back to the apartment with her. Not after she'd hit me. I didn't know what to expect from her when I got there. I surely didn't want to find out.
"Let go of me," I screamed. "You hit me, and I am not letting you do it again."
She roughly pulled me back into the car, and then she slapped my face again. This time, I wasn't stunned. I turned my head toward her and spit in her face. She jumped as if I'd burned her with some sort of venom. I waited for the next blow, but it didn't come.
"How dare you!" she cried.
"How dare I?" I mocked her. "How dare I? You hit me. Twice."
"You are so out of control," she said. "I can't believe you."
"Believe me, Mom," I said sarcastically. "I'm the boy you made me."
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again," she screamed.
"Oh, don't worry," I said. "I'm never talking to you again."
She started the car and pulled back into traffic. I closed my door, but I had no intentions of staying with her. I'd run away the first chance she gave me. She had to sleep. There was no way she was keeping me in that house with her.
She didn't say anything the rest of the way back to the apartment building. She did glance at me a few times, but I wouldn't even look at her. She'd be sorry for what she'd done. If I did stay with her, I'd make as much trouble as I could. She would pay for what she'd done to me.
As soon as we pulled into the parking garage, I got out of the car. She yelled for me to get back in, but I didn't listen. I got on the elevator and rode it up to our floor. I couldn't even think straight after what had happened. I knew that I wanted, more than anything, to just run away right then and there. I also knew, however, that I'd be caught, brought back, and I'd be right back where I started.
I almost hoped that I would go to jail for what happened with Ken. At least then I'd be away from my mother. I couldn't stand her any longer. If I'd had any doubts about my feelings for her, I sure didn't now. I hated her, and nothing would ever change that.
I wished that I could just go back to my dad's. I knew that it wouldn't solve the mess I was in, but at least I wouldn't have to deal with my mother. I just didn't know what to do. I felt trapped, and I knew that something was going to happen sooner or later that would either send me back where I wanted to be or to jail.
Then there was the fact that none of the other boys in the showers had come to my defense. Not even Khayman. He could have at least told them what had really happened. I couldn't believe that he just stood there and let them take me away without a word. I thought he and I were going to be friends, but I guess I was wrong.
When the elevator stopped on our floor, I got out and walked straight to the apartment. I didn't have my key, so I had to stay in the hall and wait for her to come and let me in, and I didn't like that at all. I didn't even want to look at her.
"Christopher," she said, coming down the hall from the other side. She must have used the other elevator to get there that quickly. "Don't you ever walk away from me like that again, do you hear me?"
I just stood there, looking at the door. I'd told her I would never talk to her again, and I meant it. She'd see that she couldn't just slap me around and get away with it. As soon as I could, I was going to tell someone about it. I would tell them all about it. She'd be sorry.
"Answer me," she said when I didn't say anything for a while.
She put her key into the door, and I opened it almost before she got the key back out. I didn't wait for her, I just walked into the apartment and headed to my room. Once inside, I shut the door and locked it. I turned on my stereo and turned it up, so I wouldn't have to hear everything she had to say from the other side of the door.
She pounded on it, but I wouldn't let her in. I knew that she'd just go into the kitchen and get something to open the door anyway, but I didn't care. At least I wouldn't be the one who let her in. She could do whatever she wanted, but I wasn't giving her any room.
I was surprised that she stopped pounding and never tried to get in. I didn't turn my music down, but I did get online and send an email to Evan. I told him all about what had happened in the email right down to her slapping me twice. I hoped that he'd let Dad see the email. Maybe he could do something about it.
Once that was done, I went to bed. I just laid there and stared at the wall. I didn't know what I was going to do, and I hated it. I wished that I could just leave, but I knew that she wouldn't let me out the door. She'd stop me some how, and then I didn't know what would happen.
After about an hour, I turned off my music. The silence in the apartment was eerie. I couldn't even hear her walking around outside. She could have been trying to trick me into opening my door. I didn't know what to think. I wanted to know what was going on out there, but I didn't want to take the chance of her getting in my room.
I waited for a while to see what she was doing. I sat on my bed and just waited. I didn't hear anything for a long time, and then I finally had to admit that I was hungry. I had to leave the room to get something to eat. I just didn't know where she was.
I walked over to the door and unlocked it. I expected her to just push the door open once I did that, but she didn't. I opened the door and looked both ways in the hall, but she wasn't out there. I didn't know if I should risk walking away from the room or not, but my stomach made that decision for me.
I walked into the kitchen expecting her to jump out at me from somewhere the whole time, but she didn't. When I got into the kitchen, I saw a note on the table. Maybe she really had left the apartment. I hoped so, but I wasn't going to let that hope make me stupid. I picked up the note and read it.
I had to go back to work, but I couldn't just leave you here knowing that you could walk out of the apartment any time you wanted. I took your keys with me, and the dead bolt is engaged. Don't try to get out of the apartment. There isn't a way for that.
What you did today was just unforgivable. You have to stop accusing people of things they didn't do. Zack was one thing. I apologized to you for not believing you when you told me he tried to rape you after I found out the truth. Ken is another matter entirely. I don't believe you, and nothing you can say to me will ever change my mind.
Something has to be done about your temper and attitude. I will not stand for it any longer. I will think on this, and when I come home, I will have a solution. Know, however, that moving you back to Springfield is not an option.
I stood there in silence for a minute after reading the note. I couldn't believe that she'd locked me in the apartment. I wondered where she went. I didn't know how long she would be gone or if anyone had a key to get into the apartment. Rick wouldn't be home until six, and Zack wouldn't be home until school let out. Where did she go?
Then another thought came to me. I folded the note in half and put it in my back pocket. I would use it against her if I could. When I found out who to tell about what was going on around here, I'd show them this note and let them see for themselves just what she was up to. That would do it. I was sure of it.
I fixed myself a sandwich and a glass of milk while I thought about what I would tell whoever it was that would help me. If I hadn't been kicked out of school, then I could have went to my guidance counselor. I wasn't sure that it would have been the best idea, but it would have been a start.
I wondered if there was any way I could get the note to my father without my mother knowing about it. Surely he could use the note against her in court. I was sure he was planning to fight for custody. There was also Evan to think about. Dad could say in court that Mom didn't want Evan. She'd abandoned us. That was something he could say. I didn't know if he would take that approach or not, but I hoped that whatever he did was soon!
The telephone rang and brought me out of my thoughts. I hoped that Evan had gotten my email and called to make sure I was ok. Maybe it was Dad. Maybe Evan had showed him the email, and he was calling to make sure I was alright himself.
"Hello?" I said when I picked up the phone.
"Locking your door wasn't such a good idea, was it?" said my mother on the other end of the line.
I just hung the phone up and walked back to my room. When I got inside my room, I locked my door again. It was another hour before my mother came home again. I looked at the clock when she came in and saw that it was almost time for dinner. Zack wouldn't be home soon from school, so I guessed that she had left me locked up here while she went back to work.
She came into the apartment, and I could hear her talking to someone. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was not happy with whoever she was speaking to. I stood there at my door listening to them for a long time. When they got quiet, I went over and sat on my bed.
"Chris," said Evan's voice as he knocked on my door. "Open up, buddy."
I sprang off the bed and bounded to the door. As soon as the door was open, I threw myself into Evan's arms. I was so happy to see him, and I knew that he must have gotten my email. That must have been what he was arguing with Mom about.
"I'm so glad you're here," I said into his chest.
He'd filled out a lot more since I'd seen him. It was clear to me that he'd been working out a lot. His muscles were bulging through his shirt, and his body was hard. He smiled at me, and I almost cried. I couldn't believe he was really here.
"I got your email," he said. "I haven't told Dad about it, but I will if you want me to. Chris, Dad has talked to a lawyer, and he's going to get you home as soon as he can."
"I want to go right now,"
"I know you do, Chris," said Evan. "Just be patient, ok? Dad's working on it."
"There are a lot of things that Dad doesn't know," I said.
"Like what?" he asked.
"For one thing, Mom hit me twice today," I said.
"What happened today, Chris?" asked Evan. He looked at me evenly, and I wondered just what Mom had told him about today.
I walked over and sat on my bed. Evan sat in the chair at my desk. I told him everything about what had been happening here. I told him about how I had watched Ted suck Zack's dick, and about Zack trying to force me to suck it too. I told him about Mom calling me a liar over it, and then finding out when Zack tried to do it again. I told him about Ken and being arrested. Then I told him about what happened in the car on the way home, and about being locked in my room all day long.
He asked questions now and then, and I could tell he was getting mad. He kept looking at my bedroom door, and I knew that he was thinking about what he was going to say to Mom. He asked about witnesses at school, and I told him that no one had said anything, but the shower room had been full.
"I thought that Khayman would at least defend me in this," I said.
"Well, we'll have to get Khayman and a few of the other boys in court," he said. "Has Mom called a lawyer?"
"I don't know what she's done, Evan," I said. "She hasn't said a word to me about what she plans to do about court. All I know is that we go tomorrow morning."
"Let's go talk to Mother," he said, standing.
I followed him out of my room and into the living room. We both stopped short when we saw Khayman sitting there talking to Mom. It was clear that he'd said what he'd come to say, and Mom looked up at Evan and me. There was a strange look on her face. I couldn't figure it out.
"Chris, I'm sorry that I didn't say anything sooner," said Khayman. "I told your mom what happened today. Puck and a few others talked to the dean, too."
"I'm glad you came," I said.
"Chris," said my mother. "I don't know what to say."
"Have you even called a lawyer for tomorrow, Mother?" asked Evan. His tone was icy, and she flinched at the sound of it.
"Yes," she said. "I talked to my lawyer about tomorrow. He will meet us in his office two hours before court to talk about this."
"Well, I think that Khayman should talk tot he lawyer as well as these other boys who came to Christopher's defense," he said. "And I think we should call Dad."
"No," she gasped. "We are not calling your father. He has no business in this mess."
"I can't believe you, Mom," said Evan. "You drag Chris away from home and bring him here. You said it was because you didn't want what happened to James and Cole to happen to him. Well, it did happen to him, Mom. Right here under your very own roof the first time. Now this has happened, and what did you do? You slapped him and called him a liar."
"Evan," she said.
"Dad will know about this, Mother," said Evan.
"Evan, don't call your father," she said. I could see real panic in her eyes.
"Why did you take him away if you weren't going to take care of him?" demanded Evan. "I can't believe you've done this, Mother."
"Evan, you don't know everything," she said.
"Oh, I know everything alright," he said.
"Just what has Christopher told you?" she demanded.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked. "Do you want to call him a liar again?"
"Christopher sometimes gets excited," she said.
"How would you know anything about Chris?" demanded Evan. "He's been with you for two months. You barely had anything to do with him before you dragged him here. How would you know anything about him?"
"Evan," she said.
"No, Mother," he stopped her. "Tell me, how would you know anything about Chris?"
"There are things about this that you don't know," she said.
"You got that right," he said. "I don't know why you brought him here to begin with."
"I brought him here, because I love him and want him with me," she spat.
"That's rich," I said. "You have certainly done everything you can to show me how much you love me since I've been here, Mother."
"You stop that," she snapped. "I told you I've had enough of your attitude."
"What is going on in here?" asked Kendal from the doorway, startling all of us. We hadn't heard her come in. "I could hear you all the way from the elevator."
"I think I should get going," said Khayman, standing.
"No, you should stay," said Evan. "My sister hasn't heard everything about today. If you wouldn't mind, please tell her what happened at school today."
"Evan Wallace, you stop this right now!" cried Mother. "You don't come into my home and start ordering people around like this. You know better than this."
"Oh, stop it, Mother," said Evan. "I can't believe you. I really thought that you loved all of us and wanted the best for us, but you have definitely shown me exactly how you feel."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she snapped.
"Tell me, Mother, why Chris?" he asked. "Why did you take Chris and not me? I bet I know why. I bet you didn't ask me to come to live with you, because you knew I was gay. You had Kendal, and you took Chris, but you didn't want me.
"Then you bring Chris here and let Zack try to rape him. You called him a liar, Mom. Your own son. You believed your nephew over your son, and when the same thing happened again with you catching Zack in the act, did you call the police? No. You keep letting him stay here."
"I moved Christopher to a different room," she said.
"That's perfect, Mother," he said. "You move him to a different room, but he's still in an apartment with a boy who tried to rape him. That's safety, Mother. That's good parenting."
"What is he talking about?" demanded Kendal. "Mother, explain this to me."
"He's telling the truth," I said. "Zack tried to force me to suck his penis, and Mom wouldn't believe me. He told her something about me starting trouble with him, and that's what she believed. Then she caught him trying to do it again a few weeks later."
"And you did nothing?" she asked Mom. "Zack still lives here."
"Kendal, you don't understand," said Mother.
"Oh, I understand perfectly," she said. "I supported your decision to leave Dad. I even kept my mouth shut when you didn't tell Evan and Chris that was what you were doing. I won't keep my mouth shut about this, Mom. This is too much."
"Kendal, you need to remember where you are," said Mother. "This is my house."
"I know exactly where I am, Mom," she said.
I didn't see Khayman leave, but he must have left while Mom and Kendal were arguing. When I looked over to the couch, he wasn't there. I wondered just what he thought about all of this. I was happy that he came to tell my mother what really happened. I thought he was just going to let me get into trouble.
Mom and Kendal argued for at least an hour over what was right and what was wrong. Mother wouldn't give up for anything. I hated her more than ever after that argument. It ended with Mother forbidding Kendal and Evan from telling Dad what had happened here. Both of them just glared at her, but neither said anything.
"I won't have either of you running back to your father, telling him what goes on in my house," said Mother.
I left the room after that one. I didn't want to hear anymore. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to go home more than ever now. I went to my room and sat at my desk. The telephone stared me in the face, and for a few minutes, I just imagined what would happen if I called my father myself. Mother was arguing with my brother and sister. She would never know if I called him. It didn't sound like the argument was winding down. She probably hadn't even noticed that I left the room.
I picked up the telephone and dialed the number I'd always called my home number. All the while, I expected my mother to come in and snatch the phone out of my hand. She didn't, however. It was ringing, and my heart was pounding.
"Hello?" said my father's voice on the other end of the extension.
"Dad," I said quietly.
"Christopher?" he asked. "Is that you?"
In a rush, I told Dad everything that had happened since I'd moved to Chicago. I told him about Zack and how Mom didn't believe me. I told him about Mom slapping me in the face, and I told him about the trouble I was in. I just couldn't stop. I talked and talked, and I wasn't sure if Dad heard everything or not. I just knew that I was talking to him, and I was telling him everything.
"Is Evan there now?" he asked when I stopped talking.
"Yes," I said. "He's in the living room with Mom and Kendal. They're arguing over me."
"Do you want me to come to Chicago right now?" he asked. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was angry. I just hoped that he wasn't angry with Evan for leaving and not telling him.
"I don't think Mom will let you come here," I said.
"She can't stop me from coming to Chicago," he said. "I don't have to come to the apartment. I can stay at a hotel."
"I'd like it if you came to the hearing in the morning," I said.
"Let me talk to Evan," he said. "I know you don't want your mother to know that you called me, but I really need to talk to Evan."
"Ok," I said, putting down the phone.
I walked back into the living room, and they were still arguing. I stood there staring at them for a minute while I tried to decide just what I was going to say. The didn't seem to notice that I had returned to the room any more than they had noticed that I had left.
"Evan," I said, raising my voice over Mother's to be heard. "Dad's on the phone, and he wants to talk to you."
"I didn't hear the telephone," said Mother.
"He didn't call," I said as Evan went to my room. "I called him."
She just stared at me for a few minutes. She didn't say anything, and neither did Kendal. She just looked at me. I didn't know what to think. I was half convinced that she would walk up and slap me again. I didn't like the look she had on her face.
"You called your father?" she asked finally.
"Yes," I said.
"And what did you tell him?" she asked.
"Everything," I said, returning her stern look.