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Remmy Meggs 

Aaron's Motorcycle

By Remmy Meggs

Chapter 5

Aaron's mom and my parents met. They talked for a long time. I didn't care; I stayed in my room pouting wondering what I had done wrong. It is strange how someone can make you feel bad or worthless and you have no idea what you did. I suppose he tried to explain it, but at my age my mind could not comprehend exactly what happened or why. So goes the life of hero-worship.

A few days later Ralph came home. When he called I told him he wouldn't be spending the night anymore and I wouldn't be staying at his house. Yes, we would still be friends, just no more overnighters. I didn't want his kind of play. I wanted the kind and gentle touch of Aaron who didn't care about doing things like that to me. Where I could feel free and unencumbered and cuddle all night if I wanted to. Someone to hold me tight and tell me everything is wonderful now.

Of course that is not how it works. You can't tell me anymore that everything is wonderful now. I really didn't want anymore friends. I just wanted to be left alone. No matter how uplifting my thoughts would be there would still be that negative side. I sat and stewed on my bed. However a floor below me something was transpiring that I didn't realize.

It seems that Brandon came to the door, introduced himself and mom let him in. Instead of calling me down he told her he needed to talk to my dad and her, but dad was at work of course. They had talked for a while I guess, and that is when Ralph knocked on the door. She let Ralph in, and all hell broke loose. I heard none of it from my end of the house.

I did hear the police sirens. I looked out the window as they drove up. I couldn't see much but I knew they were at our door. Whatever the club did I was going to be arrested for it and my mom and dad would hate me forever. I did not see them handcuff Ralph and put him inside one of the cars. My mom called me down and two men in suits were sitting there. Brandon was standing and leaning against the wall. The men were explaining to my mother that since we were the same age, chances are it would go to juvenile court, and they would make sure that he never came near me again, but that would be based on what I told them.

Then they looked up and saw me. Most of the questions they asked me I had to say no too because it wasn't true. Then they got to the questions that I had to say yes to. I didn't say anything. Then finally they got me to tell about the wrestling and rubbing he did on me. I was embarrassed, humiliated, now I was gay and everyone knew it.

What I did not know until after the police left, is that Ralph had told everyone at school I was gay and sucking him off every weekend. When Brandon told me I was stunned. "I had to stop it bro, I had to make it known what really was happening." He said to mom and me.

She thanked him and asked how he knew. His answer was easy, "Even lies are based on some truth. Ralph being almost a bully at school and throwing around words like gay, faggot, queer, when he was talking about his supposedly best friend," the alarm went off in my head. "I haven't known Davy for long, but I do know all he cares about is love and someone who loves him. It didn't fit with what Ralph was saying. So I came here to tell you, so it could be sorted out."

I was shaking like a slinky. I ran to the sink and threw up. Mom doctored me and they were both on me in a heartbeat. Brandon took a big chance on what I would do and what my mom would do. Whatever it was, Ralph, although not going to jail, would never bother me again. In a few days Ralph's family would move out of town.

I was crying. Mom held me, Brandon held me, and Dad came home from work early because mom had called him, he held me the longest. He made sure no one thought I was gay, and that they all loved me. Brandon, however he did it, left an impression on my parents. Suddenly they wanted him to be around me all the time. Not in so many words but in hints and suggestions.

My problem with that was if I was around Brandon, and then Aaron would show up and I would hurt even worse. I was confused, dazed, and terrified. If they only knew Brandon's father was the Vice President of the most feared, and wanted motorcycle club in all of history, I knew it would be different. To my surprise, a week later my dad out of the clear blue sky asked me, "Did you hang out with Brandon at the club today?"

"Uh what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Brandon's father asked if you could go with the club to the beach. I told him I thought that would be fine."

"You know Brandon's father?"

"Well he works in my plant, of course I do."

"And what club are you talking about?" I asked.

"The motorcycle club of course. Yes, I know they have a bad reputation, but you know Brandon's father and I grew up together. He is a giving, loving man. I could think of better places I would like you to be, but having Brandon as a friend well, your mom and I think it would be good for you on a limited basis." He explained.

I sat and looked at the kitchen table. I guess he watched me for several minutes, "We know about Aaron too, and we know the club adopted you."

I looked up at him, "And you are not mad at me?"

He smiled, "It is not as if we asked about you lately. I have given you free rein on choosing your own friends. We have been invited to go eat at their home tonight. You don't have to get all fancied up, just dress like you always do, just brush your hair out."

"I don't think I should go my tummy is upset." I lied.

"You know Brandon and I took a lot of time and effort to make sure you could hang with your friends, and that includes his sister and her friends. You probably won't understand it, but your friend Aaron has had a hard time of it Davy. It takes a long time to heal from something as tragic as that."

"He says he wants to be but I can't be around him. Something about if I died he would go nuts. Maybe he is already crazy. Why on earth does he hang around the bikers anyway?" I asked.

My dad tapped his fingers on the table as he stared at me. He sighed, "It was a beautiful evening out that day. The boys and one of the boy's parents were completely worn out, and having fun. They were in one of the safest vans made; even to this day it is called the safest. You can roll one over and they may have some dents but it doesn't collapse like other vans. Behind that van were thirty motorcycles. They too had a wonderful day. No fights, just a big family outing. When the semi crossed the median and hit that van it also took out eight motorcyclists, and their wives. One of them was the President of the club.

The club was at the scene. Brandon's dad who likes fancy new gadgets had a cell phone and called for the police, fire and ambulances. Then he called me. He called me only because the police would come down on them when they had nothing to do with it. I knew that to be a fact. So I got some of the company drivers and we all went out to the crash site. The highway was blocked for over four miles, I had to walk. The driver of the semi was alive, even though the truck had been totaled. The van was thrown upside down in the air. It exploded and burned everyone in it, alive. It came down on its side. The bikers went to check on everyone and pulled Aaron out, but before they could get to the rest of the children the van exploded. There were broken and battered bodies all over the area they were the friends and families of the bike club."

Dad sat there a minute. He took a deep breath and looked at me, "Brandon lost his older brother in the crash too. The man you call Flash had a nervous breakdown. We don't have a big city here like Phoenix or Dallas. The entire community was in a huge death grip unable to accept such a tragedy. There were no open caskets at any of the funerals. There wasn't much left of anyone to bury."

He swallowed hard, "This bad ass motorcycle club got the money together for the children's wing at the hospital. They have had fundraisers for all sorts of things, long before you were born. For each of those funerals, including those of the children, just about the entire town turned out. It was the biggest funeral this city had ever seen." He hesitated, "When the semi driver got off with a six month suspended sentence, someone got upset. He was found in an alley beaten to death. Every bone in his body was broken in more than one place. The coroner said it took several hours, and he was awake the entire time while the person or persons beat him. No arrests were ever made, I doubt if there was even an inquiry into the murder."

Mom came in and sat at the table with us and she continued, "At the funerals the bike club saw this little boy in a black suit with his parents. That little boy didn't smile, laugh, cry, and their hearts went out to him. Several times he unsuccessfully tried to commit suicide, but nothing worked. He holed up in that big house on the hill. One day the bike club followed him to school, they waited, and when he came out they grabbed him. You could call it kidnapping I guess, but no charges were filed. They took him to a party, and they told him if he really wanted to commit suicide, to jump off a bridge. They even showed him the bridge."

She wiped her eyes, "He of course jumped, and became part of the biggest thing he had ever known."

They were both quiet for a few minutes. Dad held my mom's hand and continued, "He became tough, reckless, and burned inside. I guess he thought that he should have died with his friends that night, but now he had to face the world alone, by himself with no one to call his friend." Dad smiled a half-smile, "Yes he had many friends in the motorcycle club, but his life stopped that night. So when he saw you it was a little flicker of hope."

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We drove to the mansion. There was a call box at the gate and dad pressed a button. A voice I didn't recognize welcomed us and the gate opened and we drove through. Dad stopped at the top of the hill. He and mom both looked over the house for several minutes. "I had no idea." Dad said.

I should have been excited, maybe I was, but I was dreading even looking at Aaron. I wondered how he would hurt me next. Dad pulled into the circular drive and parked. Aaron and his parents were standing there waiting for us. Aaron was grinning ear to ear and his parents were more than welcoming to my family. While the adults had a glass of wine or something, I sat with my feet under me on the big couch. Aaron looked at me, "I am sorry Davy. It is just hard for me to cope sometimes."

"It's easy to say you're sorry. I know I am just a cheap piece of trash. I know you know what happened with Ralph, I am not stupid. Everyone thinks I am gay now, probably everyone in your club. I have thought really hard about it, I am not gay no matter what any of you say." I retorted.

He tilted his head and gave me a strange look, "You haven't done anything wrong, and I guarantee no one in the club thinks that about you. This is about me and you not that boy, or the club, or our parents."

"Then what about us? You already said you don't want me around. I didn't even do anything."

"I told you I do want you around. I just can't cope with it. I talked to my doctor, he has me believing that if I just try that things can work out."

"What things can work out? Can you take away the hurt you made me feel? Can you take away the words that made me feel like I was nothing?" I asked.

Dad glanced over at me but mom took a hold of his arm, "Let them work it out."

Then the adults moved to another part of the house. Aaron's foot was tapping on the tiles of the floor, "You are my best friend and I messed it up. I never have met anyone like you, and I just messed it all up. It was only one minute of an entire lifetime Davy, give me another chance."

"Yes and a week from now you beat someone up or shoot someone and go to jail and I never see you again. What would my parents think of me then? They already think I am gay because I didn't tell them about Ralph right away." I hesitated, "But what bugs me most is what would they think of you? Someone I care about doing something like that. You lost your friends and it wasn't your fault. You said you were afraid of losing me; did it ever occur to you how I would feel if I lost you? You didn't rip my heart out like in the songs, you ripped my soul out."

Aaron stood up and turned looking out the window, "You are more worried about me. I was only thinking of myself. That's funny, because when I met you I thought how much I could offer you like it was a special gift." He turned back to me, "I offered nothing, and you brought your cards all to the table."

I had no idea what that meant so I answered, "Whatever."

"I am sorry Davy I didn't know I turned you to hate me that much. I will leave you alone, either way one of us will always hurt."

I glanced up, "I trusted you to love me and take care of me and I gave you all my love and devotion, and in just a few hours of knowing you, you suckered me and tried to kill my soul so I would be black-hearted like you and you call yourself what?"

Before he got to answer Patrice came out and announced dinner was ready. The seating was prearranged, dad sat across from mom, I sat across from Aaron and his parents sat at either end of the table. Aaron said the prayer, something I nor my parents expected. Then the meal began. Aaron and I sat quiet, but each time I looked up at him I felt anger and it was growing.

George spoke to my parents, "I have been looking at your stats at the plant, you have done well as Vice president of production. The first year you had a ten percent rise in production and at least one percent the last five years. That is very impressive."

"Thank you." Dad said, "I do what I can."

"I think you are doing more than almost anyone. Would you have the same results if you were in R&E or testing?"

"With time I suppose I could." Dad answered.

I looked over at George wondering what he was up to since he was so forthcoming to everyone, "Bill Chase is retiring. I asked him to stay on until I found a replacement."

"The Executive Vice President? That will be hard to replace, he is a good honest, caring man." Dad answered.

George smiled and put down his fork, "Oddly, he says about the same thing about you. I would like you to take the position. The board of directors would have to vote on it of course. You own a little over one percent of the airline division, you have an investment in the company I mean. Of course it would mean a salary increase, you would have to move, but we will give you a home, and any cost of remodeling that would be incurred and expenses for the move."

We all stopped eating. I glared at Aaron as if he had something to do with the announcement. Then without thinking I got up and flew across the table and knocked Aaron off his chair, I was on top of him beating him in the face. I was crying my eyes out. "You cannot buy me or my parents, and you will never ever treat me or anyone else like that again!" I screamed as I beat him.

Aaron did not hit me back. Dad was yelling and George stopped him and let me beat on Aaron even more. Our mothers stood in silent shock over the outrage. When I had stopped hitting him, George carefully lifted me up and my dad lifted Aaron off the floor. Dad and mom were apologizing. George and Mary were standing up for me. Mary called for Patrice to bring a towel and ice.

Aaron grabbed me and held me tight. My face was buried in his new bloody sweater. I wrapped around him with everything I had. "It's alright everyone, I deserved everything he did." Aaron said and blood dripped out of his lip and nose.

George sighed, "Now that that is over Davy, Aaron had nothing to do with this offer. Your father is one of the best engineers in the world; he can have any position in the company anywhere in the world. This position I think would benefit all of us, but even if he doesn't take it, he has his choice of anywhere he would want to go." He turned to dad and mom, "Aaron gets into at least one major fight a week, here is a little kid that tore him apart. They were meant for each other, they were meant to be friends, they just both have to realize it and Aaron has to get over his problems."

Dad set Aaron's chair upright and Aaron sat down with the ice packed towel, putting it on his lip and nose. Dad and mom were glaring at me. Mom said, "Maybe we should go."

Mary smiled, "Nonsense, it is a little boy squabble. Let's finish eating and have some tea. They can work this out, the drama is over. Besides, as cool as George thinks he is, he has been worried sick the last couple of days wondering if you would accept or not."