Date: Sun, 16 May 2021 01:05:02 +0000 From: entirelyawesome Subject: Finding Holland - Chapter Two Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction; this story may depict sexual acts between adolescent boys. If reading such a story is illegal where you reside, please do not read any farther. This work of fiction belongs to the author and should not be re-posted or reproduced without his permission. Generous donations from readers like you support this amazing platform, please consider contributing to Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/ *** Finding Holland - Chapter Two Over the next several weeks, Holland spent every moment he could with Tyde and his family. Tyde and his brothers attended a private school while he went to public school so he could only be with them after school and during the weekend. But he loved every minute he could spend with them--and be away from his dad. He did his homework with Tyde each day and had dinner with them almost every night. The moms even packed him a sack lunch each evening so they knew he was getting enough to eat. Since being fed a regular diet, Holland appeared much healthier and now looked like an average, slender tween boy. However, the biggest change in him was how he felt, he was no longer depressed as he had often been and was as happy as he could ever remember being. His favorite time was simply being alone with Tyde. Even when they weren't doing anything special, just being together was amazing, for both of them. He always shared Tyde's bed when he stayed the night and their affection for each other progressed from awkward sexual exploration to full-blown tween passion. He loved every part of smooth Tyde's body, including his smell and taste. Holland had to admit to himself--he was deeply in love with his best friend. The twins also adored Holland and grew to think of him as another member of the family who just didn't live with them all the time. Monica and Hanna treated him the same as the other boys and genuinely loved him, they told his so every chance they could. The moms even gave him a spare mobile phone that had been in a drawer so he could communicate with them when he was away from the house because Tyde had confided in them and expressed his concern about how Holland may have been being treated by his dad. *** Otis walked into the apartment and was immediately pissed off--he had worked all day at the construction site and the only thing he wanted was beer and some goddamn silence. The sound of his useless son giggling like a little girl behind his bedroom door was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. He had never wanted kids--NEVER. The only reason he married his bitch of an ex-wife was because she got knocked up and wanted to keep the fuckin' baby. When she finally packed up and left him, he thought, "Good riddance, to the both of them." But since she got her dumbass thrown in prison, he was stuck with the fucker--and now this shit! "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" Otis yelled, throwing open Holland's bedroom door. "Nothing..." Holland stammered, quickly getting to his feet, "...just talking to my friend on the phone..." "Where'd you get a fucking cell phone? Did you steal it?" "No...sir, my friend's mom gave it to me." "Give it to me," Otis said holding out his hand. Holland hesitated for a second too long, "boy, don't make me ask you again," he said with a low growl. Holland reluctantly handed the phone to his dad who immediately began going through it. "What the fuck is this shit!" Otis yelled at his son, Holland froze in terror when he saw his dad was looking at a selfie photo of himself and Tyde in bed together sharing a kiss--naked. "I said, what the FUCK is this you little shit!" Holland couldn't speak--he was too afraid, his knees literally began to shake and he felt sick to his stomach. "You a fuckin' faggot now?!" he yelled, "...you know I hate that shit and you bring it into my house, you motherfucker!" Holland had never seen his dad this angry and he was terrified, his father was a strong man--his muscles and veins were bulging while sweat was forming on his balding head. He knew he could easily seriously injure him or even kill him. He didn't know what to do as his dad became even more angry and screamed at him. The only thought going through Holland's mind at that moment was someone in the other apartments might hear all the yelling and call the police--that way, they could at least find his body. "Get your shit and get the FUCK out!" Otis was so angry, he knew if he stayed in the apartment much longer, he would put his hands on the boy and do something that would land him back in jail. "I'll be back in ten minutes, you better be gone or I'm gonna beat the living shit out of you!" He shoved the phone at Holland like it was a handful of dog shit then marched out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. He heard is dad's battered pickup truck start up outside then tear out of the parking lot. Holland started to sob, but he knew he had to move quickly. He grabbed is back pack and placed his school books and laptop inside the bag. He then found his gym bag and started gathering whatever clothes he could fit into it. There was no time to get any of the cardboard boxes out of the his room so he took only what he could carry, grabbed his jacket and left the apartment, not even bothering to lock the door behind him. Once outside, the cold air stung his face--it was only then did he discovered he had also wet his jeans. *** Monica opened the front door and found Holland who literally fell into her arms weeping. "Holland, what's the matter?" she asked, immediately alarmed, "...are you hurt?" He managed to get most of the story out between sobs then she hugged him close and told him he was going to be okay and he was now safe. Everyone in the house was horrified by what his dad had done, threatening poor Holland with physical violence and literally throwing him out on the street. They spend the evening consoling him and letting him know he was loved. Tyde took the news the worst and was in tears most of the night. He couldn't imaging how anyone could treat such a gentle boy so badly, the sweet boy he loved so much it hurt. After everyone was in bed and the house was quiet, Monica and Hanna discussed what was going to happen to Holland and how they could help him. They knew they would have to call the police in the morning and probably Child Protective Services. But they wanted to be certain Holland would be safe now and in the future--that was the moment they decided to work together to make him part of the family, permanently. *** Holland was able to stay with Tyde and his family for three days while the police attempted to locate his father. Apparently, Otis had not only abandoned his son--but he also abandoned his apartment and was nowhere to be found. By the third day, Ms. Wright from Child Protective Services arrived to take Holland to a temporary shelter to await placement in the Foster Care system. "We don't want you to go, Holland...!" Towns and Taylor both cried pitifully and clung to him when Ms. Wright arrived to take him to the shelter. He hugged them back and said, "I know, I don't want to leave either...but, I gotta go away for a while," Holland said, trying to hold back his own tears. "We won't stop working to get you until you are back here with us," Monica promised as she and Hanna took turns saying their goodbyes and hugging him close, "we love you and we will miss you," Hanna said warmly. "I'll miss you too. Thank you for taking care of me." They kissed his face then let him go so he could say a proper goodbye to Tyde. As soon as Holland saw Tyde's sad face, he could no longer hold back his heartache and he broke down in tears when he was in his arms. "I love you so m-much...," was all Tyde could manage to say as they hugged. "I love you...more. I can't stand it...leaving like this," Holland stammered, his young heart breaking. He was leaving the best friend he ever had in the whole world and the only person he truly loved more than life itself--again. Eventually, they shared a brief kiss then reluctantly separated. Holland was still weeping when he got into the car with Ms. Wright. Tyde and his family stood together on the sidewalk in tears while holding each other for comfort as they watched the pair drive away into the distance. All were heartbroken and, although it remained unspoken, no one knew for certain when, or even if, they would ever see Holland again. *** Britany Dixon was pouring drinks for the few customers at the bar when she looked up and saw the bouncer had let her brother into the Tangos Strip Club. She rolled her eyes as he sat on the bar stool in front of her--knowing he had no intention of paying for a drink. "Shouldn't you be at work?" she ask looking at the wall clock, seeing it was just past noon. "I am working, this is my lunch break," Otis said sheepishly. "Oh really? Your new boss know you left the work site to go to a titty bar for lunch?" "It's none of his business where I go to lunch. Get me a beer and stop being such a bitch." "You still own me for the tab you left the last time," Britany said exasperated with her hands on her hips. "I told you, I get paid on Friday...I'll settle up then. Now, get me a beer!" Otis spoke a bit too loudly and he could be heard over the club music, a few customers who were watching the dancer on stage turned to look momentarily toward the bar. Tony, the muscled bouncer, began walking in that direction but Britany held up a hand, Tony paused for a moment then returned to the door. She reluctantly poured her worthless brother a beer before placing it on a napkin in from of him. "Now you listen to me," Britany began, "I don't hear from you for nearly sixteen years then you show up out of the blue and you want me to waste my hard-earned money and risk my job on your drunk dumbass. What the fuck is in it for me? I don't make the kind of cash I used to since I quit dancing and I'm too old to get back on the pole. I got money problems of my own, so pay your fuckin' bill!" she said angrily. Otis pretended he was wounded, then sipped on his beer before saying, "Now is that anyway to talk to your baby brother? Who, by the way, is gonna give you a chance to make some real money." Otis pulled a letter out of his dingy construction safety vest then slid it across the bar to his sister. "What the fuck is this?" she asked picking up and reading the letter. "It's a letter requesting me to surrender my paternal rights to my son, Holland. Somebody wants to adopt his candy ass." "You have a kid...?" Britany asked astonished while reading the letter. "Yeah, my ex's kid, I got stuck with the fucker when she got her ass thrown in prison for running drugs out of Miami." She put the letter back on the bar then said, "I don't get it, how is this gonna make any money for me?" Otis sipped his beer again then said, "Whoever it is tryin' to adopt him must have some money...fuck, they even gave him a cell phone and he's not even their kid. The way I see it, if they really want the boy, they'll pay to get me to give up my rights to him." Britany thought a moment, then decided what he was saying actually made sense--a rarity for her oft-intoxicated brother. "Okay, I get it. But, what does it have to do with me?" Otis sat down his beer and then said, "You have go before the judge to petition for his custody. As a blood relative, you have rights to the boy." "Me? What the hell...he's your kid, Why don't you go...?" "Cant. I kicked the little bastard out of my house. They'll probably lock me up for abandonment or some shit...either way, I ain't goin' back to fuckin' jail...fuck that." She paused before asking, "How much you think we can get?" "I dunno, ten...no twenty-thousand dollars, we can split it 50/50," he said draining his beer. That was more money than Britany had ever had in her entire life. With that much cash, she could pay off the trailer, all the back lot fees, and still have money left over. She was in her mid-forties and she was not ever going to be able to pull the kind of money the way she used to--especially with all of the perky teens and twenty-somethings slinging pussy just for dope money. "And even if they don't pay," Otis spoke lower so the club music covered his words, "...you can always put him to work at the trailer park. I'm sure the landlord could use somebody to mow grass and pick up trash. Hell, he might even pay off all your back lot fees and the lot rent every month." He paused then leaned forward, "plus, he's young and a queer...there's lots of old faggots who would pay good money to use a twelve-year-old boy." Even Britney was shocked by Otis's comment, "You sick fucker, you'd pimp out your own kid...?" "Hey, if it pays the bar tab, am I right...?" he said holding up his empty glass for a refill. She begrudgingly took his glass and began to refill it from the tap, "Okay, I'm in...but we are not turning the boy into a whore," she said picking up the letter again, "what do we do?" *** Holland hated living in the youth group home, no--"hate" was too strong enough of a word to adequately describe how he felt living here. He hated living with his dad--he quite simply loath living in the same space with nearly twenty other emotionally-deficient boys. The staff did what they could to make sure all the kids stayed safe--but they couldn't be everywhere at once and, because Holland was the "new kid" and one of the youngest, he was often the target of bullying and harassment. To make matters worse, he wasn't allowed to have his cell phone with him because it was not permitted at the shelter for fear it would be stollen, so he was unable to communicate with the Tyde's family easily. He missed them terribly, and he knew Tyde must also be miserable since he had been delivered to this dreadful place. Holland felt utterly alone--just like he had been before finding Tyde again after all those years. He was, however, able to stay in touch with them by exchanging letters though his case worker, Ms. Wright, who visited him once each week to provide progress updates on his Foster Care placement and to ensure he was doing well. He grew to like Ms. Wright very much, her visits became the highlights of his time at the group home. Holland could hardly wait until Fridays when she would join him in the shelter cafeteria to discuss his case and give him new letters from his "real family." He would always have letters for her to deliver to them as well. Holland would read then re-read each of the letters in his bed at night. It made living in such a terrible place almost tolerable. He particularly loved Tyde's letters and could stare at his neat penmanship and thoughtful words for hours. It always made him feel better and not so alone in the world. *** One evening, after being at the group home for several weeks, Holland returned to the small room he shared with two other boys after he had taken a shower to discover one of the letters from Tyde was missing from his bunk where he had left it under his pillow. Alarmed, he searched the area around his bed then searched the entire room but it was nowhere to be found--he knew someone had taken it. Still wearing just his underwear and a t-shirt, Holland marched into the dayroom and found one of the older boys reading the letter to a small group while they laughed. "Give it back!" Holland yelled when he entered the room. "Hey, if it isn't the lover boy...!" The kid said pointing the letter at him and laughed. "I said give it back, now!" "What you gonna do...call your boyfriend to come beat me up?" The boys in the group all laughed aloud. Holland was angry, so angry he rushed at the teen boy--not entirely certain what he was going to do, but it didn't take long to find out. He had almost reached the kid to grab the letter out of his hand when he felt the his face explode in pain and he saw a flash of light just like in the cartoons. The kid had hit him so hard and fast with his fist Holland was on the ground before he knew what had happened. When he opened his eyes, he was laying on a gurney in the group home's clinic. There was a nurse standing near him speaking to one of the counselors. "He's starting to wake up," the nurse said, noticing his eyes had opened, "Holland, can you sit up for me?" "What happened...?" Holland said barely recognizing his own voice but noticed his jaw was stiff. "You were in a fight," the counselor said stepping closer, "how do you feel?" Holland sat up slowly and looked down at himself. His t-shirt had been removed and he saw he was just wearing his boxer shorts. The left side of his face had a numb ache and was quickly replace by a sharp pain when he touched his swollen jaw. "Ouch..!" "Don't touch your face," the nurse said placing a cold pack on his jaw, "you are going to be fine. No facial fractures but you will be sore and bruised for a few days." The counselor leaned in and asked, "Do you remember what happened?" "Not really, one of the older kids stole my letter and was reading it in the dayroom. He was reading it to everyone..." "All the other boys said you attacked him first, is that true?" "Yeah, but...he had my letter and was reading my personal stuff..." "Holland, you know we have a zero-tolerance policy about fighting here," the counselor spoke to him like he was addressing a toddler, "you should have found me or another counselor instead of using violence, you know that." "But..." "No buts, the other boy was wrong for taking your property and for hitting you, we have dealt with him. However, you were wrong to start a fight. So, you'll be grounded and in your room when not in class for the rest of the week." Holland sat on the gurney in his underwear with his swollen jaw in disbelief. He was the one who had been wronged and then beaten, now he was being punished? At that moment, he changed his mind--now, he really did "hate" living in the shelter. *** "You can't be serious..." Monica said in disbelief while gripping her wife's hand tightly. "I'm afraid so," Ms. Wright replied, sitting on the sofa direct across from the pair in their family room, "Holland's aunt has submitted a petition for custody just after I spoke with her this morning." "Holland never mentioned he had an aunt," Hanna spoke quietly, near tears. "He didn't know about her either until I spoke with him about an hour ago, he has never met her. Apparently, she is his father's half-sister." "Then why is she suddenly interested in Holland now," Monica asked suspiciously. "Because," Ms. Wright paused as if bracing herself, "she knows she has a better claim to him than anyone who wants to adopt him. And...because she wants money." "Money...?" Monica said incredulously, "...money for what?" "She wants money to withdraw her petition for Holland's custody," Ms. Wright said looking almost embarrassed. "That...that can't be legal," Hanna said reflecting on her case law experience while she was in law school," no judge would grant custody under these circumstances." Ms. Wright looked expatriated then said, "I know how you must feel, but it is not uncommon for families surrendering parental custody to be financially compensated for legal fees, hotel bills, that sort of thing. Although, her asking price is higher than I have ever heard of before now." "How much?" Monica asked quickly. "Twenty-thousand dollars," there was a moment of stunned silence between the three women. "Twenty-thousand...?" the couple said in unison. "Correct, that is the price she quoted in order for her to drop her petition for custody of Holland." Monica had grown up in a tough neighborhood, she had known lots of people like this so-called absent aunt who only wanted to profit from the misfortunes of others. In many ways, her life experience had made her street smart and it had served her well, even while she worked her way through college and then business school. She knew, deep down, they could not give this woman one dollar because she would always come back for more, even if they were successful in adopting Holland. No--not one dollar. "We can't let her use Holland to extort us," Monica said somberly, "I've known people like her. If we offer her the twenty-thousand, she will simply ask for thirty-thousand...then keep going until we are forced to say no more. Plus, we don't have that kind of money to spare anyway. All of our surplus cash is tied up in the bakery, our retirement, and the kids' college fund." "But we can't just let her take Holland...he is part of this family," Hanna's tears streamed down her face as she spoke. "I know sweetheart, we all love him dearly, but there is also the chance she doesn't really want Holland...just the money. If we say no, she may drop the petition anyway." "But what if we are wrong," Hanna argued, "what if she does take him and we never see him again? The boys will devastated...and so will we," she leaned into Monica's shoulder and wept. "I know, baby...but you have to trust me, I don't believe she wants him just like his father didn't, and we don't even know if she is even telling the truth about who she claims to be." Monica looked soberly at Ms. Wright and said, "We really appreciate you for sharing this with us and we are going to continue pursuing Holland's adoption. But, we are not interested in paying this person to drop her custody petition, thank you." "All right," Ms. Wright said, "I respect your decision and I believe you are making the right choice. However, just so you know, in my experience, if she is who she claims to be, she does have the stronger custody case under state law as a blood relative to the boy. If she passes a background check and can prove financial fitness, the judge will likely grant her petition." Monica and Hanna walked Ms. Wright to the door then held each other after she had left because neither of them were certain they had just made the right decision. *** End of Chapter Two To be continued in Chapter Three Your feedback is greatly appreciated --> entirelyawesome@protonmail.com Other Nifty stories by this author: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/sons-of-zeus/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-bastard-boy https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/night-swimming/