Date: Sun, 06 Feb 2005 16:02:57 -0500
From: Dexter Alderman <dbomo34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Truth is hard Chapter 7

A note from the author

If you have been reading this story for just the sexual parts then may I
suggest you don't read this chapter of the story. This chapter has very
little sex in it. It is written to put a close on the story and answer all
the questions brought up in the story.

     I have decided to end this story here for quite a few reason. The first
is I have a lot of people who want to know how this story ends and it's hard
to tell an ending before you get there. Second if I was to tell every detail
of this story the hospital and court parts would take years for me to write,
so I have decided to give more on what lead to it and what happened
afterwards. I also have been asked what happened to Jack. He is a very
special person in my heart and I have not yet decided if I am going to share
that information yet. If I decide to do so by the end of this story I will
put it at the end of this story. The other reason is I'm leaving on the 8th
and won't be able to write much more.

Chapter Seven
     Where life will lead.

     I cried and cried and over an hour later David came back. "Why the hell
are you still undressed! Dad just pulled in, now get dressed!" David said
grabbed me, pulling me to my feet before heading towards the door.
     "David." I said.
     "What?"
     "Where's Jack."
     He turned to face me. "Is that all you can think about, your homo
lover." Turning back away from me he said. "He left."
     "What?" I screamed in shock."
     "He left, I told him if he ever returned here again I'd call the cops.
He took out of here like a scared rabbit.
     "He left me? I said still in shock.
      "Well yeah, he didn't give a shit about you, except a place he could
stick his dick. What you really thought he cared?"
     I sat there for a minute before I asked the question I knew I had to
know. "Are you going to tell dad?"
     "I think so, I'm not sure yet."
     "You must hate me?"
     "Hate you, just the sight of you sickens me, hate isn't a strong enough
word." He said as he slammed the door.
     Even though I had been told to. Even though I knew Daryl and dad were
home, I still didn't get dressed. I sat on my bed still in shock, not
believe that Jack would leave me. "He didn't, he wouldn't." I said out loud
to my self over and over again.
     I was still sitting there talking to myself when Daryl came through the
door. "What the hell is this? Daryl asked seeing me sitting naked on my bed.
     Hearing his words and looking down at myself snapped me out of it.
"Jumping off my bed I quickly started getting dressed.
     "Boy you do have a nice ass." Daryl said.
     Pulling my underwear up to cover myself I turned to face him. "Shut
up." I said.
     "Is that the best you can come up with. Shut up! What they don't teach
you how to swear at that fucking fancy school of yours."
     I didn't know what to say because at my school you never heard a bad
word. You could be kicked out for saying them.
     "What cat got your tongue?"
     "Shut up!" I yelled again before I ran out of the room.

     Dad confirmed my worst fear at dinner telling us that Jack had to leave
us do to a family emergency. I already knew he had no family, but was glad
to hear this excuse because it told me David didn't tell. Looking at David I
tried to thank him with my eye's, but he wouldn't look at me.
     "I also have the burden to tell you David has also decided to leave us.
He is going to go and live with mom."
     "What? Why?" Daryl asked.
     "I want to." David said.
     "But." I started to say until Daryl interrupted me. "Please David stay
you can't leave."
     "Now boys, David is more then old enough to make is own decision. I
told you he hadn't made up is mind. I to would like him to stay, but if he
feel's he needs to leave then it's his decision. Am I right David?"
     "Yes, I want to leave tonight."
     "I'm not sure when the next flight leaves, but."
     "No I want to drive myself."
     "It's a long ways to Maine son, I'm not sure that's such a good idea."
     "I think it would be fun. Dad please?"

     Shaking his head dad agree. A few hours later Daryl and I were both in
his room when David came to say goodbye. I watched from my bed as David
walked over to Daryl's bed and sat down.
     "Why are you leaving, I thought you told me you were staying." Daryl
said.
     "I was, but I changed my mind."
     Getting up I walked towards David.
     "But, why?" Daryl asked.
     "I just can't stay here that all." David was saying as I reached him to
stand beside him.
     "What do you want you little faggot." Daryl said seeing me standing
there.
     Turning his head to see me then back again David said. "You knew?"
David asked Daryl.
     "Know what?" Daryl said.
     "What was going on between Jack and Dexter."
     "Well yeah."
     "Why didn't you say something?" David asked as he stood up. "Why the
hell didn't you tell me?"
     "I couldn't. Jack told me he killed me if I did. He even choked me."
     "What? David said as he turned to look at me. "Did he choke him"
     "Only because he!" but David interrupted me. "Did he choke him!" David
yelled.
     "Yes." I said as I felt my tears coming back.
     "Leave us." David said.
     "David I."
     "Leave! Get the hell away from us!" David screamed. "Now get out of
here. Go!"
     Turning around I ran for the door slamming it shut, stopping just
outside to listen.
     "I'm sorry Daryl if I had known."
     "How did you find out?" Daryl asked.
     "I walked in on them."
     "When?"
     "Today while you and dad were gone. I told Jack to leave or I was going
to call the cops."
     "That's not why your leaving is it."
     "Yes."
     "No, David please don't leave me alone with him."
     "I have to, I can't stand to look at him. When I do I see the two of
them. I get so bad I have trouble controlling myself, if I stayed I might do
something, I might hurt him."
      "But." Daryl started to say. "No buts, I'm going. You take care of
your self little brother. As far as I'm concerned you're my little brother
now."
     After giving Daryl a hug David walked out the door, past me and down
the hall. Completely ignoring me as I shouted to him as he walked away.
     Running to Jacks room I flopped myself on his bed and fell asleep.

     The next morning I was awaken by someone poking me. Looking up I saw
dad and Daryl standing over me.
     "Is it true?" Dad said.
     Trying to come out from sleeping I didn't understand what he said.
     Grabbing me by my shirt dad pulled me to him. I said is it true!" he
yelled.
     Waking up fast I asked "Is what true?"
     "That you had sex with Jack?"
     Looking at Daryl as he smiled at me I started to cry.
     "It is, I can tell, my god you little bastard." Dad said letting go of
me as he started pacing the room.
     "Do you have any idea what you have done. Do you have any idea what
people will say. This could ruin all of us, no I will not be a part of this.
As far as I'm concerned you are no longer my son your a freak. I just have
to decide what I'm going to do with you.
     Staring from Daryl to me to around the room I could tell dad was
thinking. Time seemed to stand still as I watched him as he tried to decided
what he was going to do.
   "Fine you like this room, from now on you can live in it. You will not
leave this room for any reason. Do I make myself clear?" I shook my head yes
as I watched Dad and Daryl leave the room.

     With in a few days dad had the windows bared up so I couldn't climb out
and a lock on the door that could only be open from the outside. But the
worst thing of all was that Daryl was now reasonable for bring me my food.
Jack had left very little food in the house, only enough to last me a few
days. Jack had cleared out just about everything. Except for the furniture
there was little left. At least there was a TV so I had something to watch.
With no food, no clothing, no pillows or blankets I had little more to do
then to watch TV.  It would be over a week before I saw Daryl again and by
that time I was I was starving and welling to do anything. When he walked
into the room I was laying on the couch in nothing but my underwear. Feeling
weak from not eating anything for almost a week I didn't move when he came
into the room.
     "So little brother, hungry?"  Daryl said holding a plate of food in his
hands.
     Sitting up I tried to take it from him, but he pulled it away.
     "No not so fast. You have to pay for it you know? So how much do you
have?"
     "I don't have any money." I said as I tried to grab the plate again
before Daryl punched me in the stomach sending me to the floor.
     "If you take it without paying that's stealing, now we can't have
that."
     "I don't have any money!" I cried.
     "Boy that doesn't sound right. Try saying, I don't have any money you
ass hole. Yeah that sounds better try that."
     "Stop, Daryl please."
     "Your not that special school boy any more. Dad has told me it is my
job to train you, so come on say it." Daryl said starting to get upset.
     "No." I shouted.
     "Fine, I will be going then." Daryl said as he turned to leave.
     "No wait!" I shouted.
     Stopping Daryl turned and looked at me.
     Shyly I said it "I don't have any money."
     "Asshole." Daryl said.
     "Asshole." I said barely audible.
     "What I couldn't hear you." Daryl said pretending to stick his ear at
me like he couldn't hear me.
      "Asshole." I said louder.
     "What was that."
      "Asshole!" I yelled.
     "I still can hear you!" Daryl yelled.
     "Asshole, Asshole, Asshole!" I screamed as loud as I could.
     "Fine, if you call me names you'll never eat." Daryl said before
turning and leaving the room.
     Running to the door I tried to stop him from shutting it, but there was
no way. Hitting the door I screamed and cried for him to return.
      I stayed there at the foot of the door my stomach still hungry and my
head hurting until I fell asleep. The next morning I awoke hearing Daryl's
voice telling me to move away from the door so he could come in. As he
walked in I could see this time he had nothing in his hands.
     "Boy Dexter you look like shit. What not feeling well."
     "Didn't you bring me something to eat?" I asked.
     "No."
     Turning around I headed for the door.
     "Oh no you don't." Daryl said throwing me down. "Besides you can't get
out. Dad put locks just like this one at each end of the hall, so even if
you got past this door you still can't get out those with out a key. I
watched as Daryl danced a key in front of my face.
     "So you hungry?"
     "Yes." I said.
     "So what are you going to give me for it." Daryl asked.
     "What ever you want?" I said.
     "How about." Daryl looked to the celling like he was thinking. "Another
blow job? No wait, how about that ass of yours you said I would never have."
     Crying I shook my head.
     "I didn't hear you."
     "Yes." I said.
     "Yes what?"
     "Yes what ever you want."
     "No, you tell me you want me to have you."
     "Yes you can have me." I cried.
     Helping me to my feet Daryl guided me to the couch. "So which way hurts
the least for you?" Daryl asked.
     "Sitting down on your penis." I said.
     "And which way hurts the most?"
     "If I lay on my stomach."
     "Fine then, lay on your stomach."
     After giving him a dirty look I lied down. I felt Daryl's hands grab
the sides of my underwear and pull them off."
     "Boy you have a cute ass." Daryl said as he rubbed me.
     "You should lube your penis first." I said to Daryl.
     "Why?"
     "If you don't you might not be able to get in me."
     "How do I lube it."
     "There's a can of cooking grease in the kitchen, that will work, it's
the only thing left in the kitchen."
     Heading to the kitchen Daryl returned with the can. Daryl started to
get undressed while I put some in my bottom. Reaching over I smeared some on
his penis before he climbed on top of me. Putting his hands on my shoulders
Daryl pushed his penis into me as he pulled on my shoulders.
     While Daryl had sex with me I thought of other things, mostly about
being hungry. The hole time while Daryl had sex with me I noticed how
different it felt, without the love it just didn't feel good to me. Finally
I felt him Cuming in my bottom and then it was over.
     Getting off of me he said. "Boy that was good. Now I see why Jack liked
it so well."
     Sitting up I asked. "Now will you get me something to eat?"
     "Sure. It's in the hall go get it."
     Running to the hall I fell on the floor and ate right there. I normally
wasn't much was an eater, but that time I ate everything that was on the
plate. By the time I was finished
Daryl had redressed and met me in the hall.
     "Boy I guess you were hungry. I've never seen you eat that much
before."
     "What you except, I haven't eaten anything for five days." I said.
     "Well as long as you keep paying, you will keep eating. But if you
don't, we'll talk about that when it happens." Locking me back in the room
Daryl left leaving me to think about what he just said.
     Sex with Daryl soon became a normal everyday thing. From blows jobs to
my bottom sometimes as much as three times a day, Daryl could get enough.

     Things wouldn't change much for the next three to four weeks. Until
Daryl started bringing his friends over. The first time it was only Mark. He
had told Mark how he could now have me anytime he wanted and Mark wanted him
to prove it.
     Even though I looked white as a ghost from lack of sun I felt fine now
that I was being given three meals a day. I was lying naked on the couch
watching TV when Daryl and Mark entered. Since Daryl seemed to drop in any
time day or night I stop wearing clothes. Not like I had any but the ones I
came in with over four weeks ago anyway.
     Walking over to me Mark said. "Boy your right, he does have a nice ass.
I can't wait to feel my dick inside him."
     "What?" I said.
     "Mark wants to try your bottom." Daryl said like it was an everyday
request.
     "Daryl please no."
     "You either let him do what he wants to you or you won't eat for a
month, got it?"
     Slowly shaking my head I said "yes."
     "Get on your knee's." Mark said as he got undressed.
     I did what he said as he climbed behind me and pushed his penis inside
me. "My god Daryl your right he dose feel good. Better then any girls I
had."
     "I know isn't he great. I normally have him three times a day."
     "I wish I could." Mark said as he continued to push his penis in and
out of me.
     Coming around to my front Daryl picked my face up to put his penis in
my mouth.
     "Ah look, the baby's crying." Daryl said as he drove is penis down my
throat and both boys started to laugh.
     "What am I to much for you?" Mark said grabbing my sides so he could
drive me harder. With in a few minutes both boys had plastered my insides
with there cum and just like I always did I ran to the bathroom to spit it
out.
     Mark would return with Daryl for many more. But it wouldn't be until
one week before summer vacation ended that the real trouble was about to
start.
     I was sound asleep on the bed when Daryl entered with Mark and four of
there friends. I awoke when my legs were pulled to my chest and held there
my a boy on each side of me. I started to yell as I tried to free myself.
The biggest boy climbed on the bed and stuck his penis in side me. As the
boy started pushing in and out of me I started screaming. I had never even
seeing this boy before and here he was screwing me while his friends held me
down. With in a few minutes the boy came inside me and another took his
place.
     "He was great!" I heard the boy say as the other was pounding my
bottom.
     "I'm next!" the boy on my right said.
     "No I am!" The boy on my left said.
     "Don't fight you guys, he's not going anywhere." Daryl's voice came
from behind them all.
     "Daryl please stop this." I cried.
     "Stop. I'm getting ten dollars from each one of them to let them screw
you, why would I want to stop them." Daryl said as he laugh.
     "I'm going to make him suck me and he's going to swallow it." Mark said
as he climbed up over my face and pushed his penis inside my mouth.
     "Yeah make him eat it." The boys yelled as Mark plowed my face while
the other boy kept his assault on my bottom.
     "When your done Mark jump down so I can give him mine." Daryl said as
Mark started Cuming in my mouth.
     After Mark pulled out of my mouth I was just about to spit out is cum
when he clamped my mouth shut.
     "No you don't swallow it!" Mark said as he held my mouth and nose shut.
"You either swallow it or your going to suffocate."
     "Hay this will make him swallow." One of the boys said before he
punched me in the stomach.
      I swallowed some but in my gagging and coughing I spit some out to.
Daryl jumped up and took Mark's place while I felt the boy in my bottom
shooting his load. My bottom was so full by now the boys cum was running out
of me like a faucet while they slammed into me.
     The worst thing that could happen happened while the boys were
switching. The boy who was to my left was getting into potion to put his
penis inside me when he slipped accidentally punching me in my balls. The
pain that shot through me accidentally made me bite down, biting Daryl's
penis. I don't think I bit him hard, but it was hard enough. Daryl screamed
in pain as he jumped off of me falling to the ground. All the other boy's
look on in horror has Daryl rolled around on the floor.
     I was so scared I ran off to hide under the kitchen sink. Kneeling
under the sink I waited as the cum slipped from my bottom and fell onto the
floor. After about ten minutes I heard the door shut and poked my head out
to see that all the boys had left.
Walking over to a corner I sat down and cried wondering what was going to
happen.
     Two days later I was sitting on the couch when the door opened and dad
came in. Walking up to me dad looked at me before he spoke. "Your school
called and you start school in three days. I don't think I have to tell you
what will happen to you if you decide to say anything about what has
happened here. Here are some clothes for school. I will send a man to pick
you up at eight so be ready."  And just like that he left.

     When Daryl walked in a few hours later I could tell he was not happy.
"You probably thought that was funny, didn't you?"
     I shook my head no.
     "Don't give me that, I know you did."
     "Daryl please it was accident." I said.
     "Oh an accident. An accident like this." Daryl said as he punched me in
the face.
     His first blow was right on making me see stars with just one punch.
When I awoke later Daryl was gone. I had know idea how much time had pass
but knew he had done more to me then I knew because my stomach and penis
were killing me. This became the new form of payment. Every time Daryl
brought me something to eat he no longer wanted sex he wanted to beat me. By
the night before school I was sporting two nice black eyes and fat lip to
say nothing about the other bruises all over my body.
     The morning of the first day of second grade I did everything I could
to clean myself up and make my self presentable. After taking a shower I put
on the clothes dad gave me and waited. A man I had never seen before came up
and walked me down to the car. He told me he was told I was a big trouble
maker and that he could be ruff with me if he needed to. This guy was at
least six feet tall and 250 pounds, I was not about to give him any reason
to me ruff with me.
     We arrived at school and before the man let me out he reminded me that
if anyone asked how I dot the bruises on my face I was to say from falling
off my bike.
     Walking into class I was hoping not to attract to much attention.
Quickly founding my desk with my name on it, I sat down and put my head face
down on top of my desk.
     "Dexter?" I heard Ryan say as he poked my shoulder.
     Lifting my head just enough to see over my arms I asked him what he
wanted.
     "It's me, Ryan. Are you okay?"
     "I know who you are. Please leave me alone." I said as I put my head
back down.
     I heard Ryan wake a small wimpier before he walked to his desk.

     "Class!" The teacher said getting the classes attention and room
quickly quieted down. "Hello, my name is Mrs. Mitchell. As I call your name
please raise your hand. Of course having a last name as Anderson I was
always one of the first and this time was no different. As the teacher
called my name, I raised my hand.
     "Thank you dear, please pick your head up so I can see you."
     I knew there was no way I was going to go through the whole day without
picking my head up, so slowly I did.
     The room became deathly quite as the kids in front of me could see my
face for the first time. "Good heaven's dear are you okay?" The teacher said
walking to my desk.
    "Yes mama. I just fell of my bike." I said trying to hold in the tears
that wanted to come out.
     "I think you should go to the nurses office."
     "No mama I'm okay really." I said.
     "No you look pale to."
     "I just have been inside a lot, but I'm fine." I said trying to
convince her.
     "No your going and I think someone should escort you."
     "But." I said, but interrupted by her asking the class who would walk
me to the nurses office. It wasn't hard to guess who said they would.
     "I will!" Ryan shouted jumping to his feet.
     "Thank you dear. Now he doesn't look well to me so you head straight
there."
     "We will Mrs. Mitchell."
     Getting up I headed for the door before Ryan could reach me.  Heading
down the hall Ryan yelled to me. "Hay wait up!"
     Reaching me Ryan grabbed me by my shoulder making me squeal in pain.
     "Dexter what happened?" Ryan said seeing my face.
     "I fell off my bike." I said.
     "I'm no doctor, but even I'm not dumb enough to believe that story."
     "Why?" I asked.
     "I've never fallen off my bike before and hurt myself as bad as you
look and not put one scratch on my hands before."
     Looking at my heads I noticed he was right, I didn't have a mark on
them. "Oh Ryan please help me. I have got to convince the nurse I did this
by accident."
     "But why? Who did it?" Ryan said.
     "It was Daryl and if I tell he will do worse."
     "You have to tell he did it."
     "No, I can't." I said as we reached the outside of the nurses room.
     "My word, what happened to you?" The nurse said as Ryan and I entered
the room.
     "I." Was all I could say before Ryan interrupted me.
     "A few days ago we were playing ball and I accidentally hit him with my
bat."
     "Really, that could do it all right." She said as she looked me over.
     About ten minutes later Ryan and I were walking back to class. "How did
you come up with that one?" I asked amazed.
     "You can't live with a doctor without learning something about what
cause what bruises." Ryan said
      "Thanks." I said as we reached our class.

     Things would only get worse as the days went on. I was getting more and
more bruises until the school finally called my dad in for a conference. All
that accomplished  was to have dad tell Daryl that my face was off limits.
This did satisfy the teacher's though and in only a few weeks my face healed
and my color came back.
     Ryan though wasn't fold and continued to hound me about telling someone
what was happening. Without me knowing he had been telling his mother
everything I told him.
     It would be around the third week that his mother came to see me. I was
waiting outside of school for my ride when she came over to me.
     "Hi Dexter how are you?"
     "Hi Mrs. Little I'm fine."
     "I have been meaning to ask you if everything is okay."
     "Everything is fine Mrs. Little. Why do you ask?"
     "Ryan has been telling me about your brother and I just want you to
know that I'm here if you need me."
     Looking at Ryan I wanted to kill him, but said. "Thank you but I'm
fine."
     The next day I was waiting for Ryan. "Why did you tell your mother?" I
asked.
     "I think you need help." Ryan said.
     "I think if I need help, I can ask for it."
     "But you never do."
     "You promise me you will never tell anyone again or I will never talk
to you again."
     "But."
     "No buts, swear!"
     "I swear." Ryan said against his better judgment.


     It would be after the five weekend since school started that everything
would come out. When I went back to school on Monday I could barely sit to
say nothing about standing or walking. Every move I made sent pain through
me. I trying making it to class when Ryan found me.
     "What happened?" He yelled as he put his arm under mine to stop me from
falling.
     I didn't want him to know, but I was in so much pain I had to tell
someone. "It was bad, It was so bad I don't know where to start."
     "Come in here." Ryan said pulling me into a empty class room. Sitting
on the floor Ryan held me as I started to tell him what happened.
     "Daryl, Mark and five of their buddies slept over this weekend. I was
asleep when they came in and stared beating me and stuff."
     "Stuff, you mean sex?" Ryan asked.
     "Yeah, at first they took turns using my bottom and my mouth, but by
the second day they got bored."
     "And?" Ryan said
     "They, They held me down and pushed Daryl's baseball bat up my butt." I
said as I cried harder "It hurt Ryan, it hurt so bad." I felt Ryan twitch as
I told him. "They'd push it in as far as it would go, then one of then would
kick the end of it." Ryan held onto me as I started to shake as I relived
what happened. "Then they'd pull it back out before they do it again."
     Still holding me close I cried as Ryan pushed for more. "What else?
Come on what else?"
     "And then they started hitting me with the bat, first across my bottom
and legs before rolling me over and started on my front, And then they" But
I stopped unable to say it.
     "And, and what, come on Dexter you have to tell me I can see your
holding something back. And what?"
     "They pooped in my mouth." I said as I broke down crying harder. "Daryl
yelled eat this if you're hungry."

     Ryan held me and let me cry. I cried long after the bell rang to go to
class. We stayed there well over an hour until we were finally found by a
teacher.
     We were taken to the office were our parents were called to come and
pick us up for skipping class. Ryan and I both did everything we could to
hide how I was feeling. Ryan helped me as much as he could without making it
to obvious. Since the principle thought we just skipped class for the fun of
it made it easier.

     Since Mrs. Little's clinic was only a few blocks down the street she
was the first to arrive. Seeing her Ryan ran to her. I could tell by the
look on her face she was very upset about something. Watching carefully as
Ryan talked to her I watched as her eyes kept going from Ryan to me. In a
few minutes the principle asked Mrs. Little in to his office to speak to
her.
     Ryan returned to sit down beside me. "What did you tell her?' I asked.
     "The truth." Ryan said.
     "What? Why, you promised me you!"
     Interrupting me "Yes I did, but that was before. Your getting really
hurt and I'm not going to stand around and watch them kill you." Ryan said
as I started to cry again.
     "But Ryan, if my dad finds out I told anyone I don't want to know what
he'd do."
     Just then the door to the principle office opened and Mrs. Little came
out. "Dexter, Ryan come with me." Mrs. Little said.
     Ryan helped me to followed Mrs. Little out to her car where she told
helped me to get in. She took us to her clinic, brought us inside where she
told me she was going to examine me.
     "No." I said as Ryan helped hold me up.
     "Dexter if what Ryan told me is true and by the looks of you I'd say it
is, you can be seriously hurt. You must let me examine you."
     Crying I said. "But, if dad finds out he'll!"
      Interrupting me Mrs. Little said "I promise you if you have any signs
of abuse you won't be going back."
     As I looked into her eyes I could see she meant it. With tears running
down my face I shook my head telling her okay.

     Still holding me up Ryan and I watched as Mrs. Little got a clip board
and a piece of paper out that had a drawing of the front and back of a
child.
     "What's that for?" I asked.
     "It's so I can document where you're hurt." Mrs. Little said as a nurse
entered the room.
      "Ryan, I want you to wait outside." His mom told him.
     "No Mrs. Little please, I want him to stay." I cried as I held onto
him.
     "Alright he can stay. But Ryan you stand over here." She said taking me
and placing Ryan at the foot of the table.
    With Ryan standing at the foot of the table Mrs. Little picked me up
placing me on the table. Pulling my shirt over my head she took it off. My
chest had turned a nasty color of black and blue, mostly at the bottom of my
rib cage. As Mrs. Little pushing lightly on it asking where it hurt I cried
out in pain as she reached my bottom ribs. The room started spinning as I
immediately got dizzy.
     Flopping my head forward into Mrs. Little she lied me down. "Dexter are
you alright, can you hear me?"
     It took me a few seconds to stop the world from spinning but told her
yes.
     "Alright just lay still." Mrs. Little said as her and the nurse started
writing things down.
     "Dexter honey, I need to take your pants off, is that okay with you?"
Mrs. Little asked.
     I shook my head yes and felt her hands at the button. I shivered as the
cold metal table came into contact with my bare bottom. With in a few
seconds I was lying on the table completely naked face up. My whole body
including my penis and balls were pretty much black and blue from where the
boys hit me with the bat, so I wasn't surprised when I heard Ryan's cry.
     "Honey why don't you wait outside." Mrs. Little said to him as the
tears ran down his face.
     "No mom I won't leave him." He said moving to my side to take my hand.
     "Okay honey." Mrs. Little said.
     "Doctor did you see this?" The nurse said showing my underwear to Mrs.
Little.
     Looking at them I could see the blood stains on them.
     "Where's that coming from?" Ryan asked.
     "If your going to stay you have got to be quite." Mrs. Little said
     Grabbing my sides Mrs. Little told me she was going to help me roll
over.
     I roll over like I had done a million times before when I felt the pain
in my stomach making me scream.
     "Did something hurt? Where did you feel it?" Mrs. Little asked.
     Lying on my stomach I cried as Mrs. Little came to my face to talk to
me.
     Rubbing my face she said. "Honey dose something hurts bad?"
      Shaking my head I said yes.
     "Okay you need to show me where."
    "My stomach." I cried.
    "Your stomach?" "Help me turn him over." Mrs. Little said to the nurse.
     As she turned me back over I screamed again as the pain got worse.
     "Dexter you have got to show me where it hurts?" Mrs. Little said as
she started pushing in different places on my belly. I was just about to
show her when she hit it making me scream the loudest yet.
    "Okay honey it's your appendix's. I know it hurts so I'm going to give
you something for the pain it will also make you sleepily."
     Right then I would have taken a hundred shots if I had to stop the pain
I was felling.
     "Ryan come up here and talk to him." Mrs. Little said.
     Looking into my eyes Ryan took my hand as his mom poked a needle into
my bottom.
     Ryan started to tell me about playing in his backyard but before he
even got past the word backyard I was out.
     "Is he going to be okay mommy?" Ryan asked seeing I was asleep.
     "I think so honey, he just has some problems were going to have to fix.
Were calling for an ambulance to take him to the hospital."
     "Why?" Ryan asked.
     "Because he needs to have some x rays for one."
     "What's wrong with him."
     "Honey not now. I have to make some phone calls and he needs to leave
right away. So you go and wait in the waiting room and when he leaves for
the hospital we will fallow him.

     I awoke two day later in the hospital. Mrs. Little was still there
waiting for me to wake up. "How are you felling?" She asked rubbing my
forehead.
     "A little sore." I said barely auditable.
     "Your going to be okay. I want you to sleep for now and not worry about
anything. I will take care of you and I promise they will never hurt you
again.
     After two weeks and having two broken ribs fix, my spleen removed and
appendixes that had ruptured fixed I was able to leave the hospital..

     Ryan, Mr. and Mrs. Little escorted me to where I would have to be
placed for the next nine long months. Dropping me off at the foster family I
had to live with Mr. and Mrs. Little told me they would do what ever it took
to keep me safe.
     The legal process would take a little over eight months to go through
and even though Ryan and I both testified that my dad knew what was going on
we would lose that case.
     My dad and Daryl would be free to go on with there lives, but without
me. I though in an agreement made between the state and my father was given
to the Little's and would go into there open arms nine months after that
terrible weekend.
     Ryan and the Little's would become the family and brother I always
wanted. They would change their life upside down for me. From moving us all
the way across the country, to help keeping me safe. They love and protect
me like I was their own.

     I wish I could say that I never hear from them again, but unfortunately
that wouldn't be the case. When David turned 21 we all found out that my
grandfather had put in his living trust that part of his company, that my
dad now ran would be split into equal share's for his grandchildren. This
would cause my biological dad to fight against me for years to come claiming
when I was adopted by the Little's, I was no longer entitled to receive. A
battle that still goes on to this day.

     I would never see my biological mother again. The only one I would ever
see would be my sister Debra. Some years later she would track me down to
come and see me. She told me that David was now living in the south where
mom still lived. Dad was still in the same area which I knew and Daryl had
been killed in an accident just before his twenty first birthday.

     Dad and mom Little had helped me in ways you could never know. They
allowed Ryan and I to find our love in our own way. As we got older we moved
behind close doors but they were never ones to discourage anything we did,
but pushed us to excel in our school work.

     And for those of you wondering what happened to Jack. I have debated
back and forth if I wanted to say what happened, because I now know I was at
fault.
     I would see him one more time many years later. It was just before I
turned fourteen, I was a troubled teenager that had not yet copped with what
had happened. Even though mom made me go to consoling every week for years I
had not got out the anger I had inside. There were times I would send Ryan
screaming and crying from our room only to later regret it all too much. He
was and still is the best friend, brother and lover I had ever known.

     I was surprised one day to come home from school and see mom and Jack
sitting on the couch talking to one another. Ryan and I both stood there
staring at him.
     "Look who's came to see you two." Mom said.
     "Jack?" Ryan said shocked it was him.
     "Yeah Ryan how are you."
     "Holly shit what are you doing here." Ryan said running to him to give
him a hug.
     "I'm okay. Your mother was just telling me how handsome her two boys
had become."
     Standing there staring at him I felt strange, I felt angry.
     "How are you Dexter?"
     I could stop the rage I felt in side me as I looked at him. I wanted to
jump on him and beat is face in like he left to have happen to me.
     "Dexter?" Mom said as I stood there staring at him with my anger
getting to the blowing point.
     "Dexter, say something. Jack came all this way to see you and." But
Ryan interrupted
her seeing my face knowing it so well.
    Bolting to me he grabbed me trying to make me leave the family room
where Jack and mom where sitting.
     "Ryan what is going on." Mom said as she stood up.
     "Nothing mom." Ryan said coolly.
     "Ryan Daniel you tell me this instance what is going on." Mom yelled as
Ryan stopped trying to push me out of the room.
     "Can't you see it?" Ryan asked.
    Looking into my face mom put her hand to her mouth before she spoke. "I
didn't, but I do know."
     "Jack maybe this isn't a good time. You said you're staying in town for
a few days how about we meet for dinner tomorrow."
     "No! if he wants to see me then let him see me!" I yelled as I ripped
my shirt off over my head.
     "Ryan get him to your room!" Mom yelled.
     "No wait!" Jack yelled back. "I didn't come here expecting a warm
welcome. If he has something to say to me then let him say it."
     Braking free of Ryan's grip I stood in front of Jack. "You see this?" I
said pointing to the incisions on my chest. "This is what he did to me, why!
Because you left me. Why did you leave me there Jack, why." I screamed as
tears started down my face.
     "I didn't know."
     "Bull shit." I screamed as I started to hit Jack with everything I had
      Mom and Ryan quickly pulled me off of him.
     "Take him to your room!" Mom yelled at Ryan as I continued to scream at
Jack.
     "I'm sorry Jack, he just hasn't gotten over it all yet. Just give him
time, I know he will see you had no choice.
      Jack head for the door with tears running down his face. "He's wrong
Jack." Ryan said as he came back into the room.
     "No he's not. I was to worried about staying out of trouble then him.
If I would have taken him with me then none of this would have happened."
     "There is no way his dad would have let you do that." Ryan said.
     "He's right. It took us nine months to get custody of him." Mom added.
     "I should have stayed then. I knew what was happening. Even if I had
been arrested at least they would have known what Daryl was and what his dad
and him were doing to him."
     "But Jack." Ryan said.
     "No buts. I saw first hand what was happening and I knew he'd blame me.
I came here hoping I was wrong. Hoping he didn't blame me, but how can't he.
I am just as much to blame has they are." Jack said as he walked out the
door.
     "Jack please don't go." Mom said fallowing him out.
     "Tell him something for me. Tell him I'm sorry for leaving him; I'm
sorry I hurt him and that I will always love him.
     I was upstairs in my and Ryan's room watching out the window listening
to every word he said. I watched as Jack looked up at me mouthed he loved me
before getting in his car and leaving.
     As years went by I became aware just how wrong those feels were and how
I wish I could take them back. I blamed him for something he had no control
of. I now know I loved every minute we spent together and would do it all
over again. I have gone and said I was sorry to him so many times I lost
count. Since he had no family my mom and dad agreed to pay for his burial
cost. To this day I still go and see him, he's buried only a few miles from
our house.
     It was the next day mom and dad saw in the news paper a man in a hotel
not twenty miles from our house hung himself in the room of his hotel. When
mom and dad told Ryan and I, Ryan went nuts yelling at me. It clicked inside
me what I had done. He came to me to try and ask for my forgiveness and all
I did was to reassure him that I blamed him.
     It didn't help in my recovery either. After that day Ryan and I would
lose a lot of our love and friendship. It would take years to get it back
and it would not be until I met a man from Ca who would convince me just how
unfair I was being towards the one I loved. Since that day Ryan and I had
started over. I help him to take care of his son the son I always wanted. I
don't know where were going from here but as long as him and I are together
nothing else matters.

      The end.


This would hold things off for another month, until we started gym. On the
mean time