Date: Mon, 13 May 2002 14:44:38 -0400 From: Stan Unknown Subject: Chapter 11 of Beating The Odds Chapter Eleven "Boys, we have to set some rules here. Both of you sit down," Mr. Michaels said, as soon as he called them down from Jim's bedroom. "Yes sir," Jim answered. "Yes sir, Chief," Brian added. The Chief smiled. "Mr. Michaels will do fine in the house, Brian. So, do you love my son, Brian?" "MOM! YOU TOLD HIM?" Jim yelled, as he turned scarlet. "Dad, I was going to tell you myself tonight, I swear." "I wish you had told both of us when you first realized it. But that doesn't matter now. Are you both certain you're gay?" "Chief, er, Mr. Michaels, I know I am. And I know I love your son." "Me too, Dad. I mean I love him too and I know I'm gay," Jim said as he continued to blush in front of his Dad. "Ok. Now I have to ask you both some very personal questions." They both looked at each other then both said at the same time, "Ok." "You haven't had sex, have you?" "DAD!" Jim yelled, as he went almost purple. "NO! We'd never met in person until today." He looked over at Brian, and he too was blushing. "I'm sorry to have to ask you both this way, but you have to understand something. If you had, and I let Brian out of jail without bail, I could be in serious trouble and Brian's case would be much harder on him. It would look like I let him out because you love each other and I used my position of power to give him an unfair advantage. I'm not asking this to be nosy. But you have to sleep in separate beds while Brian is staying with us. He'll have to stay in the guest bedroom." Both Jim and Brian were speechless for a few seconds and Jim recovered first. "Dad, I understand what you're saying. But Brian and I have just met. I do love him but neither of us is ready for that, anyway. You trust me, don't you?" "You know I do," his Dad answered. "If I give you my word that we won't do anything sexual and I mean anything, will you let him sleep in my room? You know when friends of mine have slept here, we've always slept in my bed. Why would this be any different if you trust me?" "Jim, I just don't think that's a good idea." "Dad, I'll give you my word! Isn't that enough? Nothing will happen. Nothing! I swear it!" Jim said, as he got to his feet and confronted his father. "Are you going to beat me up like Brain did his father?" Jim's Dad asked seriously, although he was kidding Jim. Jim was quick witted and even though he was upset, he knew when his Dad kidded him. He totally loved his Dad with all his heart. "I might if you don't do what I want you to do. Brian will help me, won't you Brian?" Jim said with a straight face. "Uh, ah, well I didn't beat up my Dad. He was trying to beat me." "Brain, are you going to help me or not?" Jim asked. "Jim, I love you, but don't make trouble with your Dad, please. I'll sleep in the guest bedroom if that's what he wants. I'm just glad to be out of jail." Jim just winked at Brian. "If you are going to live here for a while, you have to get to where you know when dad is bullshitting and when he's not. Get up! If you are going to be Dad's son in law some day, I think you have to know how to control him. Dad's very ticklish. Help me, lard butt." "Lard butt? I might whip your little butt right now," Brian said, as he got to his feet. Chief Michaels also got to his feet when Jim said anything about tickling. Jim had pinned him down in his chair several times lately when he wasn't suspecting it and tickled him until he was about to cry. They had always been a very affectionate family and Jim didn't think twice about sitting in his Dad's lap and attacking him. But that wasn't happening now. This was a serious talk. "Just help me, OK?" Jim said and smiled at Brian. He got the hint and both of them started to walk slowly towards Jim's Dad. "Boys, we haven't finished talking. And you both try and get me down to tickle me, I am going to either kick your butts or send Brian back to jail." "Ok Dad. Have it your way," Jim said, as he walked slowly up to his Dad and hugged him. His dad was taken by surprise, but hugged him back. Jim raised his right arm and said "Brian, you too," as he motioned Brian to join them. Brian hesitated at first. He wasn't used to families showing love for each other. But he slowly walked closer. Jim finally saw him close and broke his hug with his dad long enough to bring Brian into the threesome. His Mom was beaming as she watched them and couldn't stand it. She also walked over and laid her arms over the three of them. It ended up being a four way hug, and when it finally broke up, Brian's eyes were red and tears had run down his cheeks. Jim finally said, "So he can sleep in my bedroom, right?" He knew he had his rents wrapped around his little finger. ****************** "Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson. My name is Detective Martin. Your son has been released into the custody of Chief Michaels and is no longer in jail. If it's all right, I would like to pick up some clothes for him and talk to your husband." "Oh. Well, I'm glad he isn't in jail any more. My husband is resting. I don't know if he is up to talking to you right now," she answered. "Who is it? It isn't that woman and her son again, is it?" said a voice from the rear of the house. "No, Dear. It's a Detective." "What do they want now? They have the little bastard locked up. What more do they want from us? I'll be right there." "Don't get up, honey. I can handle this," she answered. "You can't handle shit, woman. I said I'll be right there," he answered, as he slowly got out of bed. He finally walked over to the door where Detective Martin was standing outside. "What do you want?" "Mr. Anderson, your son has been released from jail. He's in the custody of Chief Michaels. I was just trying to pick up some clothes for him." "What? He's out of jail? Why? He assaulted me. You can't just let him out. I want him thrown back in jail. What about the assault charge I brought up against him?" "Sir, we haven't changed the charge. But I would like to talk to you about it while your wife gets some of his clothes together so I can take them to him." "Sure. Go get all his damn clothes. He's never coming back here again, that's for sure. He's going to prison for what he did to me. Woman, do what the detective says. Go get all his damn clothes. Throw them into garbage bags. Get all of them and do it quick!" "Fred, please." "Just do it, bitch! I'll talk to the Detective while you are gone. Now GO!" She turned her face to the floor and quickly hurried off. "Now what did you want to talk to me about? You're wasting your breath if you think I'm dropping the charges." "Can I come inside?" "Sure. Come on in. Make yourself at home. We're getting used to police and policemen's wives barging into our house," he said, as he stumbled over to his chair and sat down. "Mind if I sit down?" Detective martin asked. "Mind? No. You want something to drink? Maybe a beer? I can fix you a shot of whiskey if you prefer that. Want me to order out for pizza? Maybe some donuts? I hear you cops love donuts." Detective Martin got a slight smile on his face. He was going to love what he was going to do next. "No thanks. I'm not thirsty and even though a donut would be really good right now, I don't think I had better have one. I ate around a dozen this morning." "See! I knew it. And I'll bet you didn't pay for a one of them, did you?" he slurred. "Sir, can we talk seriously? If we can, I think I could save all of us a lot of trouble." "Why? What are you going to tell me? That it didn't happen? Look at me. You can easily see what my son did to me." "I can see that you sustained some injuries from your confrontation with your son, but are you sure it happened like you claim? That he jumped you from behind? "What are you asking? If I am making up the whole thing? How dare you barge into my house and accuse me of something like that?" he asked as he got to his feet. Detective Martin also stood up. He was lots smaller than Mr. Anderson, but was very confident that he could take him if necessary. "I'm not accusing you of anything. Can we just sit back down and discuss this?" "I guess so," he answered, as he sat back down heavily in his chair. Detective Martin also sat back down. "Sir, are you sure about what you told us? That Brian attacked you from behind?" "Sure? Of course I'm sure. He was going to cut me with the glass too. I've already told you all of that. What more do you want? A videotape? You want me to do all your work for you?" "No sir. We like to conduct our own investigation. Do you mind if I play something back for you?" he asked, as he held the miniature recorder in his hand. "What's that?" "Just something you should listen to. Do you mind?" "No, go ahead. It isn't going to change anything." Detective Martin turned it on, and everything from when Jim and his Mom had been there earlier in the day was played in front of both of them. Brian's Dad had his mouth wide open as he listened and the color of his face had turned a bright crimson. When it was finally over, Detective Martin finally said quietly, "You know, I could arrest you for assault on your son. You know that, don't you? I think I could get attempted murder to stick with this tape as evidence." "Wha... what? You don't mean it. I don't care what is on that tape. I didn't know that they were taping it. That's illegal," he stammered. "I guess that would be up to a judge to decide, wouldn't it? But we might could make a deal." "A deal. What kind of deal?" he asked warily. "You drop the charges against your son and he won't bring up assault charges against you. And we forget the whole thing." Brian's Dad thought about it for a few seconds and then said, "Ok, I guess you've got me. That's fine with me. But he isn't coming back here to live. I'm through with him. He's no longer my son." "That's none of my business. I just want to clear up the assault charge. If you'll just sign here on this form where it is marked, I'll be on my way." Brian's Dad stared at the form quickly, then took the pen he was offered and quickly signed his name. "Here. Now get out of my house and don't come back." "I'm going," Detective Martin said, as he got to his feet. "You really should try and make peace with your son. He isn't going to be a boy much longer, you know." "I don't give a rat's ass about him. I'm not changing my mind and no one is going to make me change it!" he bellowed. "I'm through with him." "And I'm through with you, too. I'm sick of your bullying," his wife said, as she walked into the room. "Detective, here are Brian's clothes," she said as she handed three large garbage bags stuffed full of clothes. "Would you do me a favor?" "Sure, Mam. What is it?" "Could you stay for five more minutes while I pack my clothes? I'm leaving him like I should have a long time ago. I'm scared if you leave, he will try and stop me and I'm really going this time." "Debra, you can't go. I absolutely forbid it!" he yelled, as he staggered to his feet. "If he even touches me, I'm ready to file a complaint against him, Detective. He has beaten me and Brian for the last time. Can you stay for five minutes?" "There's nothing I would rather do in the world right now, Mam. Take your time. Do you need me to take you anywhere?" "No. I'm taking the car. I paid for it. He can walk if he needs to go anywhere." "YOU CAN'T TAKE THE CAR! I WON'T ALLOW IT!" he said, as he walked over to where she was standing. "It's in my name, remember? I'll take anything that's mine. Officer, can you stand outside my bedroom door while I pack? I'm scared of him right now." "My pleasure," Detective Martin answered. "I'm not going to sit here while you pack to leave me. You'll be sorry and come crawling back in less than a week. You just wait and see if you won't," he yelled, as he walked over and got his wallet and car keys off the mantle. "Just make sure you lock the door when you leave," he said, as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him. "Thanks, Detective. I guess you can go now." "Mrs. Anderson, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay until you are ready to leave. Could I have your forwarding address so I can give it to Brian?" "Sure. I'll write it down after I finish packing. Thanks for your help. I should have left him years ago. The only reason I stayed was for Brian's sake," she said, as she broke down in tears. "I'm sorry for everything you have gone through, Mrs. Anderson. Will you be taking Brian to live with you where you're going?" "No. I'm sorry. I just can't think about Brian right now. I have to pack. I'm sorry," she sobbed, as she ran out of the room. Detective martin opened the front door just in time to see Mr. Anderson fumble with his keys and drop them on the ground. He almost fell over picking them up. He was obviously very drunk. He got out his cell phone and hit a speed dial button. "Michaels," the Chief answered. "Chief, Christian." "How did it go?" "Just like you said it would. He dropped all the charges. Great plan, chief." "Thanks. Not a word of this to anyone, you understand." "I know, Chief. No problem. He is just as big an ass hole as your wife said he was. And we just got an unexpected bonus." "What?" "I think you should ask a patrol car in this area to watch out for a green pick up truck with McDougald Construction Company on the doors. Tag is, uh, TRDV 539. I think you might find a drunk driver behind the wheel," Detective Martin chucked, as he watched him weave his way down the street. **************** There wasn't much excitement the next day. Jim and Brian got up with Jim's parents, had breakfast as a family and went to church. Yeah, Brian slept in Jim's room like they both wanted. And they kept their word. Even though there wasn't going to be a trial now. Ryan and Rob slept late into the morning. They had stayed up late the previous night. Talking. Yeah, that's it. Talking. Neal slept over at Bruce's house, as he was doing more and more. They were falling more and more in love by the day. Josh spent most of Sunday washing and waxing his car. He had it sparkling by the time he finally finished with it. Jimmy went shopping again. He did return two outfits he wasn't sure he liked. But he bought three more. Tim worked most of the day at5 his job at Verizon Wireless in the mall. He kept seeing young guys that reminded him of Kevin. And he was disappointed every time he found out that he was mistaken. Kevin spent his day working out and running. He wanted to be in the best possible shape he could be in for his first football game the following Friday. None of them had a clue that fate would soon bring them all together. "God, I hate PE. I can't believe coach ran us that hard on the first day of school," Mark said to Billy as he rinsed his hair in the shower. "I know. When I read the letter that we got in the mail that said PE would start the first day and make sure you brought a change of clothes, I thought it was a joke." To Be Continued E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: stan992001@hotmail.com. All e-mails will be answered. You can also visit the young gay guys support group I created after my "Matt and Mike" story at www.groups.yahoo.com/group/gbct or our web site at www.gayteensunite.org. 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