Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2000 00:27:56 -0700
From: wolf <wolfauthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Desolation Chapter 2 The Parents

Due to overwhelming support from readers like you, I decided to continue
with my story. I know, I can't believe it myself either. This is all still
very new to me, so please excuse any problems with the story like straying
from topic or grammar issues. As for the sex part, I'm still not sure as to
whether or not I'm going to include any. I mean, I've had my fill of it
online and I know how to write it, but I want my story to be much more than
just that pathetic little "get-off" story that most people come to this
archive for. So here it is, Chapter 2. (Don't expect them to be released
this quickly. I just have time to write tonight.)  Email questions,
comments, hate mail, fan mail, to wolfauthor@hotmail.com

				Desolation

			  Chapter 2 The Parents

The fear hadn't gone away. It was just masked by the trust I had in
Timmy. I didn't want to meet his parents, I didn't even have to, but for
some reason, I walked through that front door, into the family room, and
stood before two kind-looking people. One smoking a pipe, and one
knitting. It was like it came straight from an episode of Leave it to
Beaver or something. The man had long legs, a farmer's beard, brown hair
and eyes, and was buff and far from fat. The woman was wearing a dress, had
blond hair, blue eyes (now I see where he got them from), and a gentle look
to her. They both looked like they were made for farm life. They looked up
at the same time and I felt a rush. I almost fell backward and had to step
back to catch my balance. They just sat and looked inquisitivly towards
their son.

"Mom, dad, this is Jacob."

Blank stares.

"Um, nice to meet you." I said extending my hand towards the father. I
already hated the man, but I figured it was a nice gesture. They looked at
eachother and the father smiled reaching his hand out and shaking mine. I
was expecting a death-lock grip and a stare to follow but it was firm and
he smiled at me as he stared in my eyes.

"Its nice to meet you too. I'm Roger and this is my wife Samantha."

I faked a smile back at him, then to her.

"So did you meet Jacob at school Timmy?" asked his mom.

"Not quite, mom. I met him outside. He walked up to the house."

That wasn't exactly how I would have phrased that if I were Timmy. This
caused another awkward silence and another concerned look between the two
adults.

"Where are you from Jacob?" came another question from the mom.

"I really don't have a place of my own right now."

I didn't know how to go about answering these questions. I thought for a
second and realized exactly where I was for the moment. Out of nowhere, I
run away from home, I meet this kid, he trusts me, introduces me to his
parents, and I'm standing in front of them at this moment being questioned
left and right. This was going so fast and I figured, I might as well just
lay all my cards on the table and see where it would take me. I had so far.

"My parents got in a huge fight this morning, my dad attacked my mom and I
attacked him. He ran off after a thorough beating on me, and my mom went to
drinking so I ran. That's how I got here." Tears were welling up in my
eyes.

I think I stunned them. They just looked at me, mouths semi-open,
surprised. Roger was the first to speak.

"That would explain the cut on your face. You need that taken care of?"

My turn to be shocked. I was expecting an onslaught of "You have to go
back. You can't run from your problems." or "We should call CPS and get
your dad in jail." but he was actually concerned about my health. I guess
he wasn't too bad.

"No. I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"How about something to eat?" asked Samantha.

"I am a little hungry but I don't want to impose." Hey, I was trying to be
polite. I was actually starving but this wasn't my house and I could go
without food.

"Nonsense. We have plenty and you're our guest. We just ate and have some
leftover steak if you'd like some."  His mom said that so quickly and was
already on he way to the kitchen that I just couldn't refuse. Besides,
STEAK!

"We'll get you all washed up and clean and then you can have something to
eat, and tonight, you can stay with us."

Ok. This was pushing it. These people were just too nice. I was expecting
to find a dead body in the closet or dead cats all over the backyard or an
alien ship in the garage or something because this was just too good to be
true. I never met anyone this nice in my life. Not in this city, not in
Arizona. Fate led me to this house. Or was it that dirt path on the side of
the highway? Something was still definitly not right though. I knew the
questions would roll in later, and they would probably want me to go home
first. They just were waiting for the right moment.

After taking a nice hot shower, I stood and stared in the mirror. I saw the
same skrawny, 14 year old I had seen in the dream I had. I still hated him
but no bottle was broken over this one's head. Samantha bandaged my cut,
iced my bruises, and gave that general mothering that all moms are supposed
to but not all do. I ate heartily and used all knowledge of manners I
possible could remember. Timmy seemed excited to have a new friend. I was
happy he was happy. I wouldn't consider myself to be all that much of a
prize friend, but he did. He consistantly stared at me. That bothered me
because I'm more of the insecure type that looks at the floor when someone
speaks with me. His beautiful blue eyes pierced through me with every
glance. I wished he wouldn't do that.

After dinner and some TV, Roger and Samantha directed us off to bed. They
had set up a sleeping bag in Timmy's room, which was huge and had all sorts
of posters of skating stuff and music bands hangin' all over in that
teenage, cluttered fashion. They reminded Timmy of what time he had to be
up for school. He begged if he could stay home and they told him "Sure, if
you want to do all the farm chores instead." He told me they used that a
lot when he tried faking sick. It was enough to shut him up though. I guess
he knew when he couldn't win a battle with his parents. They were nice, but
very stern. Timmy seemed well disciplined though, so I guess they weren't
too bad.

"Be sure you guys get to sleep at a decent hour." were the last words as
Samantha shut the light off and closed the door. I sat and stared into the
darkness thinking of all the events that took place so quickly, trying to
piece things together in my mind. That's when Timmy broke the silence.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Oh come on. Don't tell me you're actually going to make me pull it out of
you. You know you're gonna end up telling me anyways, you might as well get
it over with now."

I knew what he was talking about from the moment he said "well" and he was
right. I was planning on holding back but I knew he could make me tell him
if he wanted to. He had it in him. You know, the manipulator type. I
decided I'd tell him the whole story.

"Alright, You're right. I'll just save my energy for your basketball
rematch."

I told him the whole story. It took a whole half hour, and I didn't even
realize it until I looked at the clock. The whole time, he had his head
proped up on his arm and he was turned looking down on me from his
queen-sized bed. I was the only one talking the whole half hour. He was so
involved in what I was saying. It surprised me how a 12 year old could keep
quiet for so long but he did. I told him about the fight, the wandering,
the past arguments, how they ignored me, and how they didn't care.

"Wow."

"Wow?"

"That's all I can think of right now. Let me get this straight: You beat up
your dad?"

"Hahaha, not quite. He beat me pretty bad. I just tried to jump him." I
didn't feel comfortable talking about this stuff but he seemed so
interested and it did make me feel a little better.

"My dad only hits me when I do something REALLY bad. Most of the time, he
just threatens. It works though. Scares me straight. So when were you
planning this rematch of mine anyways?"

Gee....that was a quick change of subject. "Tomorrow if ya don't have any
plans with other friends."

"What other friends?" he mumbled to himself, as I overheard, as he wanted
me to.

"You can't tell me you don't have friends. You're so easy to get along
with." That was a slip on my part. I started sounding like I was coming on
to him, and I didn't want that. At least I think I didn't. Apparently he
either didn't realize it, or did a great job in covering up if he did.

"All the kids around here are hicks and are involved in stock shows and
rodeos and all that bullshit." He cussed. That surprised me. "I don't wanna
hang around them. Of course I have a couple friends at school, but no one
that can really go out and do anything. They all get tied up with chores
and stuff. How old are you?"

This kid really knew how to change the subject. No beating around the bush
for him. I laughed.

"What? You gonna tell me you're, like, 24 or something?"

"No, its just the way you keep changing the subject. Its kinda cu..funny."
I was really slipping. I was also really tired. He didn't notice that one
because I recovered. "I'm 14, and tired as hell. Can we get some sleep?"

"I'm not done yet. 14 huh? You're two years older than me. No wonder you
kicked my ass in basketball."

"Such a large vocabulary for such a youngin'. Your mom know you have that
mouth?"

"Hell no, she'd kill me. And I'm not that young!"

"Compared to a toddler."

He jumped me. Out of nowhere, this body landed on top of me. We wrestled
around a bit and tried to keep quiet, but we couldn't help the laughing. He
had me pinned so I did the only thing I could to get out of it, I tickled
him. He immediatly let go and I shifted my weight to overturn him. Then I
was in charge. As I threw him around a bit, I advanced on every attempt I
had to touch him. I even ran my leg through his crotch when I could. I
don't know why I did it. I mean, I was never attracted to guys nor did I
want to do anything like that. I guess it was mainly by accident. I pinned
him and beat on his arm for a while. He was laughing hysterically. Then the
door opened and the lights came on. We both squinted into the light
eminating from the door. It was like an old alien movie with the grand puba
of aliens standing there staring at the puny earthlings. Timmy was right,
this man could scare the hair off a bull.

"Ok. You had your fun. Bed. Now."

We scattered to our beds and the door closed. We were silent for 10
minutes. Then I heard a chuckling. Then a laugh. Then a muffled
laugh. Timmy held the pillow over his mouth. I started in. We just laughed
in our pillows for another 5 minutes before we gained control of ourselves.

"Hey Jacob?"

"Damnit, call me Jake."

"ok. Jake?"

"Hehehe, yeah?"

"Is the floor comfortable?"

"Its alright. Why?"

"Because if you want, I could sleep down there and you could sleep up
here."

"Nah, you guys have done enough as it is, I can manage right here."

"No really. I don't mind. I like the floor. It helps my back sometimes. If
you want to sleep up here, that's fine by me."

"You sure dude? It IS your bed."

He got up and stood next to me. He grabbed me by the arm, lifted me up and
basically threw me on his bed. This was, of course, with no resistance on
my part.

"You don't have to, Timmy, I mean it."

"I'll be fine. Just go to sleep." He grabbed a blue beanbag chair from the
corner and used it as half bed/half pillow.

I couldn't stop thinking. I wanted to thank him for everything, I wanted to
tell him to knock it off and switch back, I even thought about just
inviting him to sleep on the bed with me. It was big enough but that would
be too awkward for the first sleep over. As I was thinking of things to
say, I fell asleep.


So that's it. Chapter 2. Please email with questions, comments, mistakes
I made, world domination methods. Anything. Tell me about YOU. I wanna hear
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