Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2022 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 40 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 40


Friday couldn't have come any sooner. Charlie loved Will, but Will wasn't
making the suspension easy on him. Not only did Charlie have to do most
of the housework, but Will kept insisting on watching old, horrible
musicals every night. The only consolation he took was that his dad
would've been much, much worse.  It did help that almost every night, Ry
came by.  Unfortunately, Ry's goal was to teach Charlie how to meditate,
which Charlie couldn't seem to figure out; however, the more he
complained, the longer Ry made him do it.


"All you have to do is focus on your breath, Charlie."


"What do you think I'm doing?!"


The other upside was Joey. True to his word, Will said Joey could stay
the weekend and Mr. Bell agreed, and Charlie was very much looking
forward to it.


Will and Charlie drove to the elementary school to wait for Joey. Charlie
was nervous. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to be there, since he was
still technically suspended. It was also the first time he'd be seeing
his friends since the day of the fight. Charlie was anxious to see David,
as well. The first time Charlie had gotten into a fight, David thought
Charlie didn't want to be friends with him anymore, and Charlie didn't
want David to make that mistake again.


"Here we go," Will said, opening his door, as the throngs of students
flooded out of the red, brick building.


Charlie got out, as well. He looked for the two familiar faces his heart
longed to see. "Joey! David!" Charlie called out as his best friends
came into view. He waved his arms to get their attention. Joey looked up
and made his way to Will's car; however, David kept his eyes down and
walked with great delibrance. "David?!" Charlie called out again, but
his friend moved on.


"Hey," Joey said, opening the back passenger door and tossing his large
bag into the back seat. "Thanks for having me over, Mr. Barton."


Will looked amused and said, "My last name is Parker, Joey, and you're
very welcome. You can also call me Will."


"Sorry," Joey said. He looked at the sad look on Charlie's face and
said, "David isn't allowed to talk to us anymore." His voice sounded as
wounded as Charlie felt.


"But we didn't do anything wrong!" Charlie demanded. "Jack was the one
who hit him. We defended him!"


"I know," Joey said, giving Charlie a hug. "He gave me a note for you.
It's in my bag."  They got into the car and left the school. Joey
rummaged around and found the neatly folded note. Charlie accepted the
missive with a shaky hand.


"Dear Charlie," the note said in David's untidy scrawl. "I hope you're
okay. Thank you for being my friend, but my dad said we can't be friends
anymore. He's not happy that I've been hit whenever you're around. My mom
and I tried to tell him that it wasn't your fault, but he said that it
doesn't matter. He said that God doesn't want people to fight and that we
have to do what God says. I still want to be your friend. I miss you and
Joey a lot. Mom said that she'll keep talking to Dad, but I have to stop
talking to you until he says I can. Please don't be mad or hate me. Love,
David."


"This is such bullshit," Charlie growled, crumpling the note. "We
didn't do anything wrong."


Will gently reached over and took the note from Charlie. "You'll
probably want this someday," was all he said, as put the paper in his
jacket pocket.


"It's going to be okay, Charlie," Joey said. "His dad won't be mad
forever."


"You don't know that," Charlie said, wiping his wet face.


"Joey's right," Will said, taking Charlie by the hand. "It won't be
forever. Look what has happened between Billy and I. If that isn't
evidence enough for you, I don't know what is. David still has his mother
fighting for all of you, so just give it some time, okay?"


"I guess," Charlie said, squeezing Will's hand, grateful to have his
uncle with him.


Instead of making food at home, Will took the boys out to dinner and a
movie. By the time they reached the mall, Charlie had mostly gotten over
David's note. It still stung, but he was willing to trust his uncle's
sage advice. It also helped that Will took him and Joey to the arcade to
"see Billy."


"Remember," Will said, handing each boy about twenty dollars in tokens,
"don't break anything or hurt anyone, but do your worst!" He chuckled
to himself as he watched the boys run, screaming, into the business. Will
was pleased to hear the boys play fight, which got Billy's attention.


"Hey, stop that!" Will's son yelled, oblivious to whom he was yelling.
"The fuck?! Charlie? Joey? Knock it off!" Will watched as Billy moved
around the counter and made his way to the grade schoolers. When Billy
was close enough, the boys laughed and ran from the business. "You
little assholes!" Billy called out.


"That's no way to talk to your brother," Will said from behind his son,
causing Billy to jump with a little shriek.


"Dad!" Billy said, clutching his chest, as he turned around. "Don't do
that!" Billy then looked at his father suspiciously. "This is your
doing, isn't it?"


Will laughed and hugged his only child. "I don't know what you're
talking about. What time are you off work?"


"I still got three hours. Why?" Will explained his plans with the
younger boys and extended an invite to Billy. "I would love to but
can't. I'm meeting Trevor after work."


"Is it about the student union...or something else?"


Billy blushed a little. He hated how perceptive his father was. "It's
about the student union, unfortunately."


"How does Justin feel about it?"


"We don't talk about it; in fact, we don't really talk anymore."


"Sorry to hear that."


Billy shrugged and said, "We haven't exactly broken up, but I'm not sure
we're still together. Does that make sense?"


"It does. You need to be honest with him and yourself. If you think it's
over, it probably was a while ago. No sense holding on to someone who
doesn't want to hold on to you."


"Thanks, Dad," Billy said, hugging his father.


Will returned the hug. While holding Billy, he added, "Besides, I heard
black men have huge, beautiful penises."


"OH MY GOD! DAD!" Billy shouted pushing his father away in shock and
teenage disgust.


"What?" Will said, unbothered by his son's discomfort, "I only want
the best for my son."


"Dad!" Billy snapped, walking away quickly.


Will just laughed, as he looked around for the other boys.


Will and the boys wandered around the mall for an hour or so, waiting for
the movie to start. Will let each boy pick out a video game, as he got a
few things from the electronics story. Will gave Joey a proper look over.
The boy's pants were a little too short, his shirt was a little too tight
and dirty and there were holes in Joey's shoes. Will then took the boys
to one of the big-box, department stores. and went to the kid's section
to look at a few things.


Will asked Joey, "Do you know your waist size?"


Confused, Joey replied, "My waist size?"


"Sorry," Will said. "Do you know what size pants you wear?"


"I dunno," Joey said with a shrug. "Why?"


"You need new pants," Will said kindly, grabbing a couple pairs of
jeans he thought might fit. Joey looked down at his clothes and blushed.
He hadn't noticed anything wrong with what he was wearing and instantly
felt ashamed. Will knelt down and lifted Joey's chin. "I'm sorry I made
you feel like there was something wrong with you. If it's okay with you,
I'd like to buy you some new clothes, though. You're growing very
quickly, and I don't mind helping out a friend of the family." Without
thinking, Joey hugged Will, who stiffened but returned the hug.


Will decided to get Charlie a few things as well, so Joey didn't feel
singled out, and he made it very clear to Charlie that he wasn't going to
go into the dressing room under any circumstance, no matter how naked the
boy got, which got him a glare in return that Will laughed off.


Charlie went to go into the dressing room with Joey, but his friend
stopped him. "I can do this on my own." The tone in his voice told
Charlie that Joey was very serious, so Charlie picked another dressing
room. Joey pulled off his clothes and tried the new underwear Will handed
him. Joey, like Charlie, wore briefs normally, but he liked the way the
boxer briefs felt. He then tried the normal boxers and didn't care for
how loose they fit.


He then tried the pants. Will handed him an arm full and most didn't fit;
however, he did find three that seemed to fit just fine. Joey then tried
the shirts. Most of his clothes were second-hand from either charity
shops or from his older cousins. He couldn't remember the last time he
wore new clothes.


"What do you think?" Joey said, coming out of the booth to show Will
his selection.


"Much better," Will said, smiling his approval. "Do you know which
sizes those are?"


"Size?" Joey asked.


Will chuckled and said, "Um, I'm going to need to check, which means I'm
going to have to touch you if that's okay?"


"Why wouldn't it be okay?" Joey asked, very confused.


"It's just polite to ask for permission before touching someone, and I
don't like to be rude unless it's necessary. So, is it alright?"


"Sure," Joey said, shrugging his shoulders. He still didn't get it, but
Will was the one buying him clothes.


Will approached Joey and started moving parts of the boy's clothing.
First Will pulled back the waist of the boy's jeans and found a small,
fabric label at Joey's hip, which gave the dimensions. Will made a mental
note, so he could find a few more pairs. He then pulled back the collar
of Joey's shirt and froze. At first, he wasn't sure if what he was seeing
was correct. Gently, Will pulled the shirt back a little more and stepped
to the side for better light. Unfortunately, his initial reaction was
correct. He saw several, faint, blue-green bruises along Joey's spine.


"Joey," Will said, trying to make his voice sound friendly to not alarm
the boy. "Could you come into the booth with me for a second. I want to
make sure nothing was left behind."


"There shouldn't be," Joey said. "I checked twice."


"Humor an old man, please," Will said.


"You're not that old," Joey replied, but went back into the booth with
Will.


Once inside, Will shut the door and quietly said, "Joey, I need you to
be one-hundred percent honest with me, okay?"


"Okay?" Joey asked suspiciously. "I didn't steal anything if that's
what you're wondering," He hastily added.


"I don't think you stole anything," Will said, "but I need you to take
off your shirt, please."


"Why?" Joey's voice turned from borderline aggressive to fearful.


Softly and tenderly, Will repeated his request. He then added, "You're
not in any kind of trouble, and I promise you that you will not be in any
more trouble, either, but I do need to make sure that I'm not mistaken."


Joey teared up and removed his shirt. Having been a boy once, Will
definitely recalled having constant bruises, some of which he couldn't
explain. Boys will be boys, after all; however, Joey's were not the
typical bruising associated with adolescence. Joey's bruises, on the
other hand, looked strategically placed, as if each point of contact was
made for maximum pain without being visible should Joey's clothing be
shifted. Will had seen his fair share of such bruises while in prison.
Many had been on his fellow inmates, victims of the gangs that ruled the
facilities, while others were part of his clients' evidence that he was
forced to look at while filing appeals. Many of those victims were the
girlfriends or wives of the inmates, while some were children like Joey.


Will got out his phone and took several pictures of Joey's back and ribs.
Will guessed that Mr. Bell had Joey lift his arms in order to hit his son
without coming in contact with the boy's arms. Joey cried, unable to
protest. Will asked Joey to lower his pants, and the boy reluctantly did
as he was asked. Sure enough, Joey had bruises all around his thighs,
even the inner part of the legs. Joey went to pull down his underwear,
but Will stopped him. "I have no doubt that you have bruises and marks
there, too, but I don't need to see those. I think you've been through
Hell enough."


"Don't tell Charlie, please," Joey pleaded. "I don't want him to
know."


"I promise," Will said. "But you'll need to tell him. You guys are
going to be sleeping together this weekend, and I'm certain he'll
notice."


"I'll tell him, Mr. Parker, I promise, but not right now."


"You can call me Will. I think we're well beyond formalities at this
point."


"Okay," Joey said, as he started to put his clothes back on.


Once Joey was redressed, Will knelt down and pulled the boy into his arms
and held him, as Joey sobbed. "I promise you, Joey, that your father
will never do this again."


"Is he going to jail?" Joey asked, with a mix of panic and desperation.


"I don't know," Will answered honestly, "but I always keep my
promises. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that for me?"


"Yeah," Joey said, hugging Will tighter.


Will gently squeezed the boy in his arms and then asked, "I just need to
ask you one more question, and I need an honest answer, okay?"


"Yeah."


"Why did your dad do this to you?"


Will felt Joey go rigid. He reassured the boy that he wasn't going to get
in trouble, but Will needed to know why in order to fix the problem, Joey
said, "He saw me looking at naked guys having sex on the internet."


"I see," Will said. Joey shuttered at Will's words, thinking that Will
was going to be mad at him, too. However, Will hugged the boy tighter
(not enough to hurt Joey, though), and said, "So, he hit you for being
gay?"


"Yeah," Joey softly replied, almost in a whisper.


"Thank you for telling me this, Joey. I know it wasn't easy for you, and
you never deserved to be treated the way you have. There's absolutely
nothing wrong with being gay, and I will make sure that you're never
punished for this ever again. In the meantime, you're welcome at mine and
Charlie's homes whenever you want. You have safe places to go and people
who care about you."


"Thank you, Will," Joey said.


Will broke their embrace when he heard Charlie calling out for them.
"I'll go out and give you some time to pull yourself together, okay."
Joey sheepishly smiled and nodded his head. "By the way," Will said,
getting to his feet. "Do you have a phone?"


"Not anymore. My dad took it from me after he saw me watching those
videos."


"I see," Will replied. He got on his own phone and started to send a
few texts, as he exited the booth.


Charlie looked at his uncle confused, but Will explained that Joey needed
someone to talk to about the clothes but was otherwise alright. Charlie
just shrugged and said he found a few things he liked. Will got Joey more
clothes and a couple pairs of shoes before going to the movie.


After the movie, they got dinner at a nearby steakhouse. It was a very
fancy place, and Joey was glad he was wearing new clothes. Like at
Thanksgiving, he was a bit flustered with the choices before him.
Normally, his dad made him order from the little kids menu, since the
prices were cheaper. Of course, his dad never took him to fancy places
like this one. Unable to make up his mind, he ordered what Charlie
ordered and hoped it was good.


They got home around nine, and the boys were still full of energy. They
went to Charlie's room and played their new video games. Will went to his
office and exchanged a few texts then called Billy.


"Hey Dad," Billy said, with a note of shock. "What's up?"


"How's your date going?" Will asked, smiling to himself.


Billy gave a heavy sigh. "It's not a date, and it's going fine. Why?"


"I have a work emergency that I need to attend to. I need to see a
client, who's been arrested, and I can't leave the boys here on their
own."


Billy wanted to ask if Ry could do it but knew his dad wouldn't have
called if he didn't want Billy to do it himself. "Yeah, of course. I'll
be there in about 15 minutes."


"Excellent. I have to leave right now, but they should be fine till you
get here. Actually," Will said, feeling a sense of inspiration, "why
don't you bring Trevor over? You two can finish your meeting here."


"Sure," Billy said, and Will could tell that his son was smiling. There
was some mumbling then Bill said, "We're headed over now. See you
soon."


"Great. Just make sure you wear condoms," Will added.


"DAD!" Billy shouted into the phone.


Will laughed and hung up on his disgruntled son. He went down the hall
and knocked on Charlie's door. When he got the all-clear, Will opened the
door. Charlie was already in his pajamas, while Joey had only taken off
his shoes and socks. "I'm heading out for a while to help a client.
Billy and Trevor are on their way here. Until then, behave yourselves and
don't destroy anything."


"I promise we'll be good, Uncle Will," Charlie said. He got up and
hugged his uncle, who returned the hug. "Thanks for today and for
letting Joey stay."


"Of course," Will said, breaking the embrace. He closed the door behind
him, went to his den to grab a few things, and then made his way to the
garage. He came to a stop when he saw Joey blocking the door, looking
uncomfortable.


"Are you going to talk to my dad?" Joey asked.


"No," Will said, "I have to go to the jail and talk to a client who
has been arrested. I'm going to have a talk with your father on Monday
when I take you home, so you can hear what I tell him."


"Oh," Joey said, looking down at his bare toes, which shifted
nervously.


"This reminds me," Will said. He opened his briefcase and handed Joey a
brand new smartphone. "This is for you. I'm paying the bill and it has
mine and my families' numbers on it. It has unlimited everything, so
don't worry about going over your data."


"Wow!" Joey said, smiling wide for the first time since school. "Thank
you, Uncle Will." He looked up at the older man, as if he made a
mistake. Will only smiled back and said he was welcome. Joey hugged Will
again before Will left to run his errand.


Will made one last text before pulling out the garage. Many things ran
through his mind as he drove to his destination. He planned his words
carefully, recalled and dissected all the information he received, and
went over his plan, eliminating any weak points and formulating newer,
stronger parts.


He pulled into the jail parking lot, which was relatively empty. After
securing his car, he made his way to the lobby. He produced his
identification and asked to speak to his client.


"He's a rowdy one, Mr. Parker," the deputy at the front desk said. "He
hasn't stopped yelling since we brought him in."


"I'm sure he'll stop once he sees me," Will said, with a pleasant
smile. "Has he been interviewed yet?"


"No Sir. He asked for you immediately, and all he's done is demand his
lawyer."


"Thank you Pete," Will said, as the deputy patted him down and gave a
quick search of Will's brief case. Will was buzzed into the interview
area. There were no cameras or listening devices in this section of the
jail to ensure that all conversations between lawyers and their clients
weren't overheard. He was let into a small room, with only a narrow table
and two chairs. He checked his phone, looked over the booking documents
and patiently waited for his client.


Will heard his client before the windowless door ever opened. He smiled
to himself and put his phone away. He heard keys and then the door open.


"Who the fuck is this?" Mr. Bell barked at the deputy. He froze as Will
turned in his chair and stood.


With his trademark grin, Will said, "Mr. Bell. I'm William Parker, your
attorney this evening. Thank you deputy, I believe I can manager from
here." To Mr. Bell, Will said, "Please take a seat," and motioned for
the large man to take the seat opposite from him.


Mr. Bell looked nervously from Will to the deputy, but took the seat
anyway. The deputy closed and locked the door behind him, leaving the two
fathers alone and unmonitored. Will flipped through a few pages of the
arrest report. He then opened his briefcase, removed a legal pad and pen.
The lawyer took a few notes and patiently waited.


"What the fuck is going on?" Mr. Bell demanded.


"I'm currently taking notes," said Will, unbothered by his client's
tone. "By the looks of it, you've been arrested for driving under the
influence of alcohol."


"That's fucking bullshit!" Mr. Bell spat. "I haven't been drinking. I
was set up."


Unfortunately, Will could smell alcohol on his client's breath.
"According to the police report," Will said, "you were pulled over at
7:38 p.m. The officer said that you had been swerving and had a tail
light out."


"I didn't swerve, and there's nothing wrong with my lights. The pig is
fucking lying." Will ignored the outburst and read out the rest of the
report. According to the documents, Mr. Bell seemed intoxicated, his
speech was slurred and he was acting aggressively. Mr. Bell refused to
take a breathalyzer and do a field sobriety test, which got him arrested.
"Like I said, the fucking pig is lying."


"I will say that they have a weak case against you," Will said. "Is
there a reason why you refused the tests if you're innocent?"


"I know my rights!"


"I see," Will said, making more notes. "Given it's the weekend, the
district attorney won't be in the office till Monday, you might have to
stay here till then."


"I can't stay here until Monday!" Mr. Bell yelled, jumping to his feet.
"I have work tomorrow, and my kid comes back from your place on
Sunday."


"I can keep him till Monday," Will said. "It's not a problem for me;
in fact, I think it's a good idea, since he and my nephew get along so
well."


Mr. Bell looked confused by Will's offer but didn't argue. He took his
seat and tapped his fingers nervously on the steel table.


"How about this?" Will said, "I'll post your bail, so you can go to
work, and I'll bring Joey home after school?"


"Really? You'd do that for me?"


"Of course. Your son and my nephew are best friends, and it sounds like
the police got the wrong idea with arresting you; probably an over
zealous rookie. You will, of course, be required to appear at the
arrangement on Monday, provided that the D.A. doesn't drop the charges
first. Failing to show up will mean that you'll owe me your bail money,
but I'm certain you'll make the court hearing, since I have your kid."


"Yeah, of course," Mr. Bell said, not sure if Will's last remark was a
joke or not. "Whatever you say."


"Excellent," Will said. He pushed a document towards Mr. Bell and asked
him to sign it. Will explained it was just a contract of service, letting
the court know that Will was indeed Mr. Bell's lawyer. "It's all just
standard, legal formality."


Mr. Bell signed his name without reading the documents. Will gathered his
things and pressed the call button by the door. He left his client and
posted bail, before heading to his office to do some paperwork and wait
for the call that Mr. Bell was released.


Billy got to his dad's place a little later than he anticipated. He found
the boys still playing games and left them to it. He and Trevor went to
the living room to continue their conversation about their plans for the
future. Trevor wanted to be an activist full-time. There were several
non-profits he wanted to work for that focused on civil rights that he
approved of. Billy said he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He didn't
have a lot of interests outside of school, but he knew he didn't want to
work at the arcade forever. Trevor suggested that Billy become a lawyer
like his father, which caused Billy to laugh. "I don't think I'm smart
enough to be a lawyer."


"I think you're smart enough to do whatever you put your mind to,"
Trevor said.


Billy didn't know what came over him. He leaned in and kissed Trevor. His
heart raced as Trevor returned the kiss.


"I'll be right down," Will said, and hung up his phone. It had been an
hour since he left the jail. He thought it was rather quick, though he
wasn't in the middle of anything more pressing. The air was very cold and
the gravel crunched under his work boots. He put on his gloves as he made
his way around the piles of wrecked vehicles and scrap metal. Everything
was meticulously placed and stacked. It was very much a labyrinth by
design: one way in, one way out. It didn't take him long to reach its
center. He smiled to himself at the sight before him.


Three uniformed officers were standing around a man, who was on his knees
with a bag over his head. Each of the cops had their batons in their
hands, swinging hard and sure at their bound and gagged target. Will was
pleased to see that the officers followed the instructions, making sure
to not hit the man in any vital organs or his head.


Will grabbed a nearby aluminum bat; his favorite weapon in the yard. He
was glad that the cold weather hadn't changed the composition of the
mercury inside. As he approached, Will motioned for the cops to give him
a wide berth. Each of the officers took several paces back, as Will took
a running swing, hitting the prone man squarely across his chest and
shoulders. The man grunted, as several ribs, his collarbone, and right
shoulder shattered. The prisoner fell backward, knocked over by the
momentum of the unnaturally heavy weapon.


Will motioned for the cops to roll the man to his side. Will knelt down,
removed the man's hood and made sure that Mr. Bell saw him. Will could
see blood seeping around the ball gag. Mr. Bell cried meekly, as he
struggled to breathe.


Will dropped the bat and pulled out his phone. He opened his photo
gallery and showed Mr. Bell the pics of his son taken earlier in the day.
Each cop had received copies of the pics before the first "arrest."
Will's voice was steady and colder than winter air. "What did I tell you
about hitting Joey?" Mr. Bell tried to talk but his lungs were slowly
filling with blood and he was sure one lung had collapsed. Will ignored
the man's muffled pleadings. "Joey will be taken care of until you
recover. I'll make sure to bring him to the hospital on Sunday. You will
apologize to him and you will treat him like a prince from that point on.
You will also get over your disgusting homophobia." Will stood, grabbed
the bat and touched Mr. Bell's chin with the tip. "And if you hurt that
boy again, I'll use this to take your fucking head clean off your
shoulders. Do you believe me this time?"


Mr. Bell nodded the best he could. Will signaled for the officers to take
Mr. Bell back to his truck. He then went back to his office to change. He
knew the officers would put Mr. Bell back in the truck, which would then
be driven off the road into a gully or some place similar. Given Mr.
Bell's previous arrest for D.U.I. earlier that evening and refusal to
submit to any testing, Will was certain there would be little doubt that
the man crashed of his own accord.


He pulled into the driveway of his house just after midnight. Officer
Marx had sent several texts. One from the burner phone saying that
everything went as planned, and one from his official phone letting Will
know his client had been in a horrific accident. Will called the hospital
and talked to the doctor and got a status update. Mr. Bell arrived
non-responsive and lost a lot of blood. He was in surgery, and Will would
be called once they knew more.


Will opened Charlie's bedroom door and smiled. Both boys were asleep,
facing each other, with their lips lightly touching. He noted that they
weren't wearing shirts, which told him that Joey confided in Charlie
about the abuse. Will closed the door lightly and knocked on Billy's
door. There were hushed voices on the other side and what Will assumed
was Billy falling out of bed. A few seconds later, Billy opened the door,
blocking Will's view.


"Hey," Billy said, breathlessly, with a sheet around his waist. "How
was your client?"


"Fine. We got some things taken care of. Thanks for helping out."


"No problem," Billy said. Will noted that his son was looking antsy.


"I think I'll go to bed."


"Good idea," Billy said, relieved.


Just as Billy made to close the door, Will yelled out, "Good night,
Trevor."


"Good night, Mr. Parker," Trevor called back.


Will smiled as he saw Billy's reddened face. To add the cherry to his
night, Will added, "There's large condoms in the bathroom if you need
them."


"DAD!" Billy shouted.


"I brought my own," Trevor casually called out.


"Good man," Will said. "Good night, Billy," Will added as he walked
to his room, content with how the day had gone.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 41***