Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 22:15:38 -0600
From: dadnhisboyz@live.com
Subject: Dad Loves His Boys Chapter 5

If it is illegal to read this where youre from, dont read. Please email me:
dadnhisboyz@live.com. This story contains sexual activity between a dad and
his sons. Hope you enjoy. If you are offended by the N-word, do not read,
and yes I am black. This chapter isnt as sexual as the past chapters. This
is gonna jerk you a little emotionally. Hope you enjoy!


Previously:


"Yea. I preciate you letting me stay here with yall since I got this job at
the hospital. I cant say thank you enough."

"Dont worry about it bruh."

Dad grabbed Uncle Cliff's thigh, and they locked eyes while dad was still
driving. A car was halted at the stop sign and dad wasnt paying any
attention. Uncle Cliff looked up first.

"JACKSON LOOK OUT!"


Chapter 5:


Getting a phone call that your dad and uncle were in the emergency room at
the hospital they were on their way to work at while you had your brother
bent over the sink in the bathroom eating his ass. Yea that's a storybook
moment. As I was driving down the interstate to UAB, Patrick was in the
passenger seat trying to hold back tears.

"Their gonna be fine, bro! They tough!"

"What if they aint JC?"

"They gon be straight. Just calm down. We can't let them see we upset."

"Aight. Umm we gotta call g-pa and I guess we need to tell Maurice."

"Umm we can call granddad but i dont know how to get in touch wit Maurice."


Maurice was Uncle Cliff's 16 y/o son. He was a lil wanna be thug. Uncle
kinda gave up when it came to raising him because he fell in with the wrong
crowd at a young age. In the 9th grade, he got caught smoking weed, having
sex in the bathroom, and got suspended 3 times for fighting. In 10th grade,
Uncle Cliff busted him at home fucking 2 girls in the middle of the living
room, and he finally got expelled from high school. We thought he would get
his life together and he even enrolled in a GED program, but he dropped out
and started back doing drugs and got a girl pregnant, but she got an
abortion and moved away. Since then no one has heard from him, but Uncle
Cliff. He says he's doing better, tryna stay on the straight and narrow.

"Well you keep driving and imma call g-pa."

Pat pulled out his phone and called our granddad. The original Jackson
Carlos Carter. My namesake. He was a really cool dude for 49, let him tell
it. Dad said he was more along 59. But grandad was so fit and inshape and
very good looking, that he pulled off 49, so no one questioned it. Nana
passed a few years ago and he was living alone in an apartment in Mountain
Brook. Dad paid for it, which g-pa hated.

"I can pay for my own shit Jackson. Ion need yo fancy ass doctor paying for
my shit."

"Where tha hell you gonna get money from dad? You aint worked since mama
died."

"Watch yo damn mouth talking to me lil nigga! I can still beat yo ass if I
want to."


Those are the kind of exchanges they had. But that's how you know they
loved each other.

"G-pa!...It's Patrick....How are you?...I'm good...I was callin to tell you
that dad and Uncle Cliff was in a car accident and they in UAB
ER...Yea...We don't know...Yea JC driving. We on the way there now... Ok
see you when you get there...Bye...Love you too."

"He coming?"

"Yea. He said he leaving now."

"Ok."

We pulled up to the ER and went in and got to the front desk. The lady
mustve known my dad because she instantly knew who we were. She had a sad
look on her face.

"You gotta be Dr. Carter's boys."

"Yes where are they? Can we see them? What's wrong?"

She punched some things into the computer and then turned back to us.

"They are actually in surgery so i will call you when they are back in the
room. The doctor will talk to you then!"

Patrick lost it! "Surgery! What happened! Tell me please!"

I grabbed him and pulled him away and turned back to the nurse.

"Thank you."

As we were going back to our seats, g-pa was coming into the ER and he ran
up to us. The older women in the ER snapped to life when our dapper
grandfather walked into the room. He was about 6 feet tall, about 200 lbs
of muscle and kept a short cut with a goatee. Sort of reminded you of Blair
Underwood. Pat ran to him and hugged and started crying, which instantly
gave g-pa the idea that something terrible was going on. I grabbed Patrick
and pulled him off and we went over to find somewhere to sit.

"What's the status? Is everything alright?"

"They're in surgery, for what we don't know."

"Surgery? Oh God. Please dont let me lose my boys."

We just sat there quietly waiting to be called. Eventually, the nurse
called us we all went back and they were sharing a room. It was a terrible
sight. Both of them were sleeping and very still. As we were walking in the
room the doctor was coming in behind us.

"You must be Jacksons son's?"

I looked at Pat and he was choked up, so i answered, "Yea, I'm Jackson III
and this is Patrick. This is our grandfather Jackson Sr. What happened to
them doc?"

"Well they rear ended an empty car at a stop sign going 65 mph. Both of
them have several broken ribs and a concussion. Your dad is gonna be fine
though. Cliff on the other hand."

G-Pa spoke up and was very concerned, "What happed to my boy doc?"

"Well according to the police and ambulance when they got on the scene,
Cliff wasnt wearing a seatbelt. As a result, his head went through front
window. He had an Extra-axial hemmorhage. When he got to the ER, he was not
conscious. He went in and out quite frequently. He is stable now, but...."

Just as he was talking to us the computer attached to Uncle Cliff started
going off. The doctor pushed us out the room and nurses from every angle
came running in the room. Uncle Cliff can't be dead. He just can't.


I actually cried a little writing this one guys.
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