Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2022 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 57 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 57


It had been two long, agonizing weeks.


"I think we need to talk," Ry said, with a shaky voice as his eyes
welled up.


Ry had cried himself to sleep every night but only after Charlie did it
first.


"That's your blood not mine," Charlie pleaded, as tears streamed down
his face.


Ry replayed their conversation after he found blood on Charlie's
underwear.


"Who is your friend, Charlie? The one you've been messing around with?"
Ry asked, knowing the answer, but needing to hear it for himself.


Their nightly routine had been the same:


"I've already told you," Charlie barely managed to say through his
sobbing.


Charlie would change in the bathroom, and Ry in his room.


"I need a name, Charlie," Ry begged, choking on his own tears.


Charlie would come to bed only after Ry showed he had clothes on.


"I already told you! Don't make me say it!" Charlie implored.


Ry wasn't allowed to touch Charlie until Charlie touched him first.


"Charlie, was it Justin?"


Charlie slowly worked his way to his brother, before crying himself to
sleep.


"I can't! Please don't make me, Ry, please!"


Ry would hold his brother, reaffirming the promise he made.


"Was it Justin, Charlie?" Ry asked, through gritted teeth.


Once Charlie cried himself to exhaustion, Ry would then cry himself to
sleep, wondering how much longer he could keep Charlie's secret.


"Yes," Charlie confirmed in a small voice.


"What did he do, Charlie?" Ry asked, not wanting the answer but needing
to hear the words.


"He, he, he--" Charlie stammered.


"He what, Charlie?"


"He fucked me," Charlie cried out, as he collapsed under the weight of
all his secrets.


Charlie told Ry everything from the time in the shower at the pool to
Justin saying that Charlie raped him and demanded sex a second time as
payback. Ry did his best to remain his fragile, little brother's silent
confessor. Charlie curled himself in the ball as he recounted every
painful memory and expressed every confused feeling. Ry felt his heart
rend as Charlie repeated his brother's misplaced advice about exploring
with his "friend." Charlie begged Ry to forgive me for misleading him
into thinking that Justin was either David or Joey. Of course, Ry forgave
him. Charlie was a scared and confused child, and Ry would never hold
that against him...Justin, however, was another story....


The worst part was the promise. Charlie demanded that Ry not tell anyone,
especially their father. Ry still couldn't understand why Charlie didn't
want to tell anyone else. After what happened between Billy and his
abuser, Ry thought Charlie understood the importance of putting freaks
like Dan and Justin away; however, Charlie wasn't having it. Charlie
didn't give a reason why he didn't want anyone to know, but Ry was
certain that Justin threatened him, despite Charlie denying it. So Ry,
against his better judgment, promised to tell no one.


And there they were...two weeks later...destroying themselves with
internalized emotions, keeping Justin's secret. And there was no mistake
in Ry's mind that it really was Justin's secret.


He had hated Justin from the start. At first, it was jealousy. Ry was
still in love with Billy but couldn't reconcile Billy's online affairs.
Billy had casually flirted and dated a couple other boys from school but
nothing was ever serious. Ry began to wonder if Billy was trying to make
him jealous; however, everything changed with Justin. Ry could see that
Billy was falling for the older boy even before Billy acknowledged it.
Justin was too nice, too polite, too perfect, and it pissed Ry off. Using
hindsight, Ry began to see the signs. Justin was instantly friendly with
Charlie and lavished him with gifts. At first, Ry assumed that Justin was
trying to get on everyone's good side, but it was becoming clear that
Justin was grooming Charlie from the start.


To Charlie's credit, until bedtime, he acted normally, but Ry had grown
sullen and moody. Rick and Billy chalked it up to Ry's life after his
pain medication had run out, which Ry didn't bother correcting. He still
had to use his crutch, which he started fantasized using to sodomize
Justin with.


Will had come home a week prior. He didn't seem happy with his business
venture but assured everyone that he was fine. Ry decided that he needed
to tell someone, and despite how down Will seemed, he was the only person
Ry could think of that Charlie would be the least upset with knowing.
Charlie had started going to school the day Will returned; however, Ry
wasn't confident with his ability to travel long distances on his own.
Though his leg no longer twitched or tried to give out on him as before,
he was still in pain when he walked. He was resigned, though, to get to
Will the sooner the better. And it was with that, he plotted to take a
rideshare to Will's office downtown.  Ry made notes and practiced his
speech. He didn't want anything to be missed and didn't want to repeat
himself, unless absolutely necessary, given that he cried every time he
remembered Charlie's state from that afternoon. As soon as he saw the car
pull up in the driveway, he grabbed his backpack and hobbled out.


"Boss," Mark called from the security room. "Rollo's on line two."


"For fuck's sake," Will said. "Hang up on him."


"I did already. Five times, actually, but he said it's about Sonny."


Will clenched his jaw. Sonny was one of the shot-callers he worked for,
so denying the call would get him in a lot of trouble. However, his trip
to Nebraska was over his calls with Rollo. The minor thug didn't bother
hiding their activities on the calls, which were all recorded and
monitored by prison staff. Rollo's inability to covertly and tactfully
convey information was a huge liability in Will's eyes, but Sonny and the
other gang leaders felt that Rollo was a risk they could manage directly
and was a scapegoat worth keeping around. This didn't settle well with
Will, either, since if Rollo was indicted, it was likely that Will would
go down, too.


"Fine," Will said, reaching for the receiver. After it rang and played
the prerecorded message, Will accepted the collect call and said, "What
the fuck do you want?"


"When I call you fucking answer, bitch," Rollo snapped. "Do you
fucking got that?" Will hung up and waited. Within a few minutes, Rollo
called again. "What the fuck did I just tell you?" The angry, white man
yelled.


Will hung up and waited, again. This went on until Will could hear a
guard in the background threatening to cell Rollo in. "You listen to
me," Will said, "You're a liability, and I will no longer tolerate you
and your bullshit. The only reason you're still making these calls is
because of the others and that's it, but you're hanging on by a very thin
thread."


Rollo heard the threat in Will's voice and wanted to dismiss the man;
however, Rollo had heard of Will's reputation and knew that Will always
kept his word. "Fine," He said, curtly.


"Now," Will said, calming down, "what do you want?"


"Sonny ain't happy with you movin' outta state," Rollo said.


"Sonny and I already talked about this, and he didn't seem to care since
everything's been on time."


"Well, he told me that you need to move back."


Will paused. He and Sonny already agreed that the move was for the best.
Will needed a new location given his sex offense was highly public and
nobody was willing to do business with him, which meant that he couldn't
launder the money the street crews were bringing in. In fact, none of the
other gang leaders cared at all. Rollo was the only one making noise for
some reason. Will suspected that Rollo may have been a plant or snitch,
but Sonny put his reputation on the line, claiming to have grown up with
Rollo in Omaha.


"You still there?" Rollo snapped.


"Yeah, and you can tell Sonny to remember our conversations from last
week."


"What specifically?"


"Well," Will said, "if he didn't tell you, I sure as hell won't," and
with that, Will hung up on him. "Mark," Will called out.


"Yeah, Boss?"


"Block that number and screen anymore more calls. I don't want to hear
from Rollo for at least a week."


"You sure you want to do that? The others might get pissed."


"I'll deal with that then."


Mark nodded and said he'd take care of it before going out to lunch.


About twenty minutes later, Will looked up just after Ry knocked on his
office door. Will got up and opened the door. "Ry, how did you get here?
Is Rick or Billy with you?"


"No," Ry said, moving past Will and to the chair in front of the desk,
"I came on my own."


Will closed the door, making sure Mark was nowhere to be seen. He walked
to his desk and sat down. "I thought you were still on bed rest. If I
had known you could leave the house, I would've come and got you for
lunch."


"I'm not supposed to be here," Ry said, taking a steadying breath.


"I see. What's wrong?"


Ry instantly teared up. He couldn't form any words and mentally kicked
himself for it. Will came around the desk and held Ry, who started to
sob. It took several attempts, but eventually, Ry told Will everything
that Charlie had told him, making sure to not leave anything out.


"Oh my God," Will said, pulling his chair around and next to Ry's,
before handing the teen a box of tissues. "I don't know what to say.
Poor Charlie."


"And he made me promise to not tell anyone, but I couldn't keep it in
any longer. After seeing Dad and Brenda together, you were the only
person I could think of to tell."


"You did the right thing by coming to me, and you're sure Billy doesn't
know?"


Ry scoffed and said, "If Billy knew, EVERYBODY would know."


"Very true," Will conceded. "Fucking Christ. How has Charlie been
since then? Hell, how have you been? Clearly a wreck, but how are you as
a whole? I haven't seen you really since your surgery."  Ry told Will
about their routine and how Charlie has been acting, which seemed to
unsettle Will just as much as it did himself. He then updated Will on him
and his condition, which was the only bright news offered.  "I'm glad
you're doing well, despite the circumstances," Will said, hugging Ry
once more.


Ry gladly accepted the rare moment of physical affection from his father
figure. "This is all my fault," Ry said, unable to stop himself.


"What's your fault?" Will asked, confused by the statement.


"If I hadn't broken up with Billy, Justin never would've dated Billy,
which means he never could've molested Charlie."


"None of this is your fault," Will said. His words cut like ice. Ry
looked scared but saw the truth in Will's eyes. "Don't you ever think
that, do you understand me?"


"But," Ry stammered, determined to tell Will how he felt, "I panicked
when I saw Billy's fake profile and the messages he was sending. I didn't
want to hear anything he had to say, and I wasn't going to budge."


"I don't blame you, Ry," Will said, hoping to derail the conversation.
"Nobody blames you, so you shouldn't either."


"I was freaked out!" Ry pressed on. "We were fourteen and he was
talking about having sex with someone Dad's age! His handle freaked me
out, too. Daddysboy12! I thought that was the age he started the account,
and it scared me that he was talking to another adult about meeting to
have sex. I thought he learned his lesson with Dan, but it got me
wondering if Dan was wrongly convicted! Will, what if Dan didn't need to
die?"


Will took hold of the seventeen-year-old's hands and looked the young man
in the eyes. "Dan deserved everything he got plus some. Even IF he
hadn't molested and tried to rape Billy, Dan Clark hurt dozens of other
boys, many much, much younger and more vulnerable than Billy was. You saw
Dan trying to rape my son. No matter what happened before, Dan tried
raping Billy and YOU stopped it, and for that, I will always be eternally
grateful. I honestly don't think that family would have made it as far as
they have without you, and I honestly mean that. Rick may be your father
now, but you're the heart and glue of that house.


"And now, you no longer have to shoulder this burden, Ryland. I will
carry this for you. All you need to do is take care of Charlie as you've
been doing. Can you do that for me?"


Ry looked relieved and nodded his head, trying to dry his face. Will
called a cab for Ry and promised to see him at dinner later. They hugged
one last time before Ry left the office.


Brenda was very pleased, indeed. Her O.B.G.Y.N. had the paperwork waiting
for her at the desk. Brenda didn't want to wait for them to come through
the mail. She wanted Rick and nothing, not even the United States Postal
Service, was going to stop her.  She phoned Rick, which went straight to
voicemail. Brenda said she had his proof and wanted to meet for dinner to
discuss custody and child support. Her next stop, however, was to drop
the documents off with the one person who could ruin everything.


After making a few minor stops at her pharmacy for prenatal pills and
other similar supplies, Brenda drove directly to Will's office. She let
herself in and noticed that there was no office assistant. Brenda wasn't
surprised. They all probably quit after they found out that he was a baby
rapist, Brenda thought to herself as he approached the door with Will's
name on it.


As she reached for the door knob to let herself into the office proper,
Brenda paused. She heard Will talking to Ry. Wondering what kind of dirt
or gossip she could pick up, Brenda pressed her ear against the door.
"This is all my fault," Ry said. Brenda was definitely intrigued. Ry
was very much a goody goody, so for the boy to admit to wrongdoing, it
had to have been something good. Unfortunately, Ry was lamenting the loss
of Billy. Brenda rolled her eyes. She didn't understand why anyone would
be interested in that pretentious faggot. Brenda almost stopped
listening, opting to rudely barge in when she heard something that made
her nearly cry out in victory: Daddysboy12!  Brenda quietly rummaged
through her purse till she found her phone. She hastily thumbed through
pic after pic till she found what she was looking for. The dick pic that
was sent to Rick while they were in Chicago, along with some other
messages she found. Apparently, Rick has been fucking his son! And by the
sounds of Ry's slobbering, Rick has been doing it for a long, long time!
She listened a little longer until she was certain there was nothing else
of import to glean. Brenda went back to her car and sent Rick a message
saying that she had some very important information to tell him and that
he had better be at dinner or Will might find out more than just the
pregnancy results.


Ry got into the cab and drove away without even noticing her and her car.
"This day just keeps getting better and better," Brenda said, as she
got out of her car.


"Come in," Will called out, as he heard another knock on his door,
wondering if the cabby got the instructions wrong.


"Hello, Will," Brenda said, all smiles.


Will stifled a sigh and asked, "Why are you here, Brenda?"


"Rude," She said, still smiling. "The least you could do is offer me a
chair, since I'm carrying your son's next sibling."


"You're not staying that long," Will said, flatly. "Unless you have
actual business, I suggest you leave, now."


"In fact, I am here on business," she said, handing Will a copy of her
test results.


"I see," Will said, looking at the documents. "So, you are pregnant,
then?"


"That's what I've been telling everyone," Brenda said, taking the seat
that was recently occupied by Ry. "I thought I'd deliver these
personally."


"How thoughtful of you," Will said, not bothering to hide his sarcasm.
"I'm assuming Rick knows."


"We're having dinner tonight, actually. I've made reservations at La
Carta Rossa, his favorite Mexican place."


Will knew that Rick actually hated the restaurant but only went because
Brenda refused to eat elsewhere. "I see, so I suppose you would be upset
with me if I were to call him and ruin your 'good news'?" He said, as he
grabbed his smartphone.


Brenda's mood didn't shift. "By all means, do what you want. You're his
lawyer, after all."


"I'm also going to guess that you're still pushing to get married."


"That's the idea."


Will considered Brenda for a second then asked, "And you think that
being pregnant is the best way to do it?"


"Well," she replied, "we'll just see where the night takes us. I can
be awfully persuasive with the right motivations."


"Is there anything else?"


"Not that I can think of."


"Good," Will said, sending his text, "then get the fuck out of my
office."


Brenda didn't know whether to laugh or not, given the menacing tone to
his voice. Not wanting to take any chances, she left faster than she
originally planned.


"So, I got you a sandwich," Mark said, letting himself in. "I didn't
know if you were going out or not. What's wrong?" He asked, seeing the
murderous look on Will's face.


"Today is what's wrong" Will replied. He grabbed a notepad and started
writing. "I know you have plans tonight, but I need you to cancel them.
I have a job for you. It's a personal favor.  I wouldn't ask if it wasn't
important."


Mark sat down and watched Will write frantically. He had known his boss
since prison and had never once seen Will look so upset. To the average
person, Will would've looked fine, maybe with a hint of stress, but Mark
had seen Will do all kinds of dirty deeds under great pressure while
maintaining absolute control and composure.


"Here," Will said, handing Mark the paper.


Mark looked at it and his eyes grew wide and his voice went dry. "Are
you sure?"


"More sure than anything," Will said to his old friend. "It has to be
done tonight. Make sure they look like accidents, don't leave any
evidence and make sure they're all dead."


"And what about the boy? He's only seventeen."


Will paused and considered his words, along with everything he was told.
"Do what you think is best, but he has to die...and it has to be
tonight. A promise was made, and a promise has to be kept." Will didn't
like it anymore than Mark, but it had to be done for Charlie's sake. A
promise was a promise, after all, and this was the price for breaking
that promise.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 58***