Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2010 09:56:21 -0400 From: Homer Simpson Subject: Devon's Lie chapter 7 usual disclaimer's apply. <18-->go somewhere else & >18, enjoy. You can send comments to d.beer@hotmail.com Paul looked the boy over from top to bottom. Devon just stared over Paul's head waiting on Paul to say something but Paul gathered his thoughts as he sipped some more coffee. "Well that was a good story for sure" "What's that supposed to mean?" Devon ask defiantly. "Well, Devon, a story can be based on fact, make believe called fiction or a combination of both" "So you don't believe me? Well, uh, fuck you then!" Devon said looking now out of the window. "So stories can serve many purposes. Some for entertainment for instance. Lots of writers out there just generate stories. It's been going on for a long time. It is what the readers interrupts or even more so, what the writer does with them" "Well, fuck 'em them" Devon said defiantly. The door knocked then and Paul pushed a button on his phone and the door opened immediately. A pretty nurse walked through with some folders. "Oh, I'm sorry doctor I didn't know you had a patient" Devon snapped his head around, saw the nurse and immediately covered himself up turning red with embarrassment. "No. It is a good time to come in. This patient is Devon Shire. He's a popular singer with the youth these days." The nurse looked at the doctor. He'd done things like this before. All the staff knew he did some pretty unusual things with his patients. Things that worked where other doctors couldn't. The nurse came over to Devon and put her hand out. "Good to know you, Mr. Shire. I hope we are treating you well" Devon turned even redder if it were possible, he put his hand up in response. He immediately covered himself with the other hand. Devon was almost tongue tied at the moment but he managed to say "thank you, ma'am" "So your a singer?" "Yes ma'am" "Devon Shire, Devon Shire. Seems like my niece likes the song you sing. Can I have your autograph? Maybe a picture?" "uh, uh, sure. can we do it later please, ma'am?" Devon said looking at Paul for help. "I can tell her that I've seen you in person. Almost all of you at that and it isn't a bad thing at all. You got nothing to be ashamed of" "thank you, ma'am" as he covered himself up and looked at his feet still red. "Well thank you Doctor but I have other duties to attend too" She came over and kissed Devon on his cheek. He turned redder Paul thought. "Such a cutie" and she left the room. "Still think your used up?" "she doesn't know me, well, her niece does" "And she's seen almost all of you, but don't worry, she won't tell anyone. No one here on staff is allowed to do that. Let me see, I bet your hard as a rock, eh?" Paul said drinking his coffee. Devon made brief eye contact and then looked at his feet again. "Now, the question I want to know the answer to is this: was it because she is a pretty lady or because you were caught the way your dressed?" Devon just kept looking down. he was mixed up at the moment. Paul didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. "I don't know doctor. uh, could it be both sir?" Devon said quietly finally making eye contact again. "Of course it can be. Devon, we have to face the fact here. When a person sits and guesses about things, all kinds of conclusions can be made. You know what I mean?" "I guess I'm just dumb, cause I don't really, sir" "nah, not dumb, I won't buy that at all. It might be cause I don't explain it well enough for you to understand. Your grades are excellent in school. I mean what are the facts? Tell me one, just one" "uh, I'm here" "yes, now that is a fact. Your here because you became unresponsive to your peer group and your parents. So, fact is you wouldn't talk to me. fact is, I had to use a drug I hate to make you talk. Fact is you had a reaction. Fact is your reaction made you soil your clothing. Fact is you won't have any clean clothes until Monday when the staff comes in. Fact is you threw your gown down on the floor and a nurse happened to walk in and caught you. Fact is your behaving like a 12 year old boy. Now can't you accept that and get past that? that is why we are here?" Devon looked at the Doctor for a good two minutes. "You'll still help me even though I've acted like a turd to you?" "It is my job to help you Devon" Devon muttered a discreet 'thank you' before he stood up covering himself yet and got his gown. He turned away from the doctor and put the gown on the wrong way again before he switched it around. He turned around slowly and put his arms to his sides. "Does it show all of me?" "just your butt. I can tell your still hard but that will pass. I wished we had a longer one, but you have cute nuts." Devon turned red and covered himself up. He then walked back to the chair and sat down with is legs underneath him. He could put the gown over himself more. He looked at the doctor expectantly. "Are you clear on the examine Devon and the reason why?" "yes sir, I might not like it but I have to trust someone and right now that's you" "good. Now Devon, I am going to ask you the pivotal question that you seem to be really worried about." "yes sir?" "you didn't write the song that you made popular?" Devon looked down immediately "no sir" he said quietly again. "LOOK AT ME BOY! LOOK ME IN THE EYES! BE PROUD OF YOURSELF!" Paul screamed at the boy. Devon immediately looked up and locked eyes. he'd never been spoken to like that before. Not even in school or by his father. he almost pissed himself. "NO SIR!" Devon responded still making contact. "OK Devon, I want to talk to YOU, not your head. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Just look me in the eyes and talk to ME" "yes sir, I'm sorry sir" "what?" Devon repeated himself a little louder but not shouting. "Good. So, this Peewee wrote the song?" "Yes sir, Peewee wrote the song" "And he's upset because of it" "I guess, uh, sir" "Well for someone to sexually abuse you, take pictures and say all that stuff, I would be more than I guess, eh?" Devon thought for a moment, nodded his head and then quickly said "yes sir, I believe so sir" "OK. Now, Devon your going to have believe me when I tell you that no reputable magazine would even consider printing those pictures if they were ever aired. They might make it to the Internet but that's about all. OK?" "Really? That'd be awesome. I could still sing and perform I guess" "Well your mother has made it quite clear that your education comes first and foremost. I imagine you made lots of money this past summer?" "i guess sir, they put it all in the bank so I don't really know" "Do you like what you do Devon?" "Oh, very much sir" "Devon, I've never been to your concert, but do you perform other songs?" "yes sir. I'm usually allowed to sing 3 songs since I open up for other bands" "Well tell me this, how is it that you sing two other songs and this one for Peewee and feel so bad?" Devon stared at the doctor for a few minutes, then out the window and back to Paul. "I guess I never really thought about it that was, sir" "Well, hasn't your manager discussed this with you?" "I don't have a manager, my mom does all the stuff I need for me. I just sing" "No manager. So you don't really know what the potential is, son?" "I guess not, uh, No sir, I DO not" "Well put, Devon" Paul looked at his clock. Since it was Saturday, he didn't have to be there the whole day. he was hoping to get Devon to talk and that was accomplished. "Devon, my time is done today. I'll be back on Monday though first thing. I'd like you to try to relax this weekend" "oh, OK" was all Devon muttered. he stood up and walked with Paul back to his room. He found a TV there now. Devon crawled into bed and pulled a blanket around his knees. Paul patted him on his head and left the hospital. Paul awoke to sound of a ringing phone. He looked at the clock. He thought to himself 'shit I must have been exhausted to sleep past 10 in the morning. He got up and walked to the bathroom to take care of insistent bladder pressure. After that he started the coffee pot, then he walked to the answering machine that was blinking. As he looked at it, he noticed 5 calls. He played all of them back. They were all from the hospital. The last message got him to sit down. It was from the head nurse. she was concerned that Devon was only sitting in his bed staring out the window. he didn't eat since breakfast per his records, nor did he leave his bed to pee. He just went in his bed. The nurses had tried to talk to him but he was most unresponsive. Paul called the hospital back and was basically told the same thing. Paul told them that he'd be in soon after he dressed and had some coffee. Over the coffee he reviewed what he could remember about the boy. Nothing that could help him much. He thought that he had broken through to him but apparently not. Leaving the nurses station some time later, Paul found Devon still sitting in his bed. The nurses had managed to get his web gown off but he never moved. the nurses told him that he was in that position all night and hadn't drifted off to sleep. Near as they could tell he never looked at the TV either. Paul walked around Devon. Devon's eyes never moved. Paul decided that some drastic steps had to be taken. He talked to the fellow nurses and they all pretty much decided Paul was right. Paul came up to Devon with a blanket and wrapped it around the boy. He then lifted the boy out of the bed, walked down the hallway and out the door to his SUV. He put the boy in the backseat. He drove off towards his house. At times, he was glad he had inherited the old farm house out in the middle of nowhere. His grandparents weren't well off but were quite comfortable in their old homestead. Paul's great, great grandparents were among the oldest people in the parish. A great big piano occupied one part of the downstairs as they were music lovers. Paul never was a big fan, well big enough to learn. he had music that people of his generation typically had. Other musical instruments were around the big music room. His grandmother had told him, while he was still a child that their parents would have big parties with live music. The family was rich in history and would give lessons to children free of cost. The 4 story house was now empty for Paul except for his yellow tom cat. Paul parked under the car porch, got out and stretched. He looked at Devon still in the back. The boy was staring off into the distance. Paul sighed wondering what to do about the boy. He pulled the boy from the car and carried him outback to his spacious yard. He put him in the middle and removed the blanket. The temperature was in the 80's. Paul went to the hose, picked it up and turned on the cold water spigot. He went back to Devon and started to spray the boy. Devon shivered in the cold water. "What are you doing?" he shouted "Welcome back to the real world, Devon! How long you gonna stay with us this time?" "Please shut that off" Paul let go of the hose sprayer and the water stopped. Devon stood there dripping looking upset with Paul. "Where are my clothes? Where am I?" "What is the last thing you remember?" "you leaving me to watch TV and rest" "That, Devon, was yesterday. You peed all over yourself and now your gown is wet. Your at my house" Devon quickly covered himself up looking around. "Don't worry, we're alone" Paul offered the boy. "No one is here except us?" "You got it. No one will be here either. Trust me, this house is secure. No one will bother us without an alarm going off. Now Tiger might think otherwise" "Tiger? Whose that?" "Oh, you'll probably find out soon enough. You ready to eat something?" "yeah, but what can I wear?" "Nothing. You have nothing and I have nothing for you. I figure if your gonna zone out, your gonna have to suffer the consequences" "Oh" Devon said still dripping and covering himself up. He looked around the yard some. Trees spread all over the place. He saw a bird feeder and some statutes. He didn't recognize them any. Lots of bushes and across the way was a tall wall. Devon followed it down until he saw a gate that was closed. The gate had metal bars on it. As far as he could see was the rest of the wall surrounding him. As he looked to the house, he saw a concrete fence that ran the perimeter of the place. He could only see the roof line. Devon looked at himself, he was standing in a bunch of mud. So he took a step away from it and slipped. He fell right back into the mud on his back. Paul was laughing at him as he tried to get up. It was hard getting his footing though Devon thought. After some attempts, he stood up. He had mud all over him. he was getting a little upset with Paul from laughing at him. "Asshole!" "Aw, come on now. It's funny. Boy wonder tried to move around and 'plump', hey your a normal kid and you got muddy. Go with it!" Paul laughed some more. Devon looked at himself a little more. He did finally move away and got on to some dryer ground. He was all caked though. he shrugged his arms the best he could but couldn't move all of the sticky mud off of him. By now, Paul was starting to calm down. "Come on over here so I can spray you off all proper and stuff. Then we'll get something to drink" Devon reluctantly walked over to where Paul showed him to stand. Paul took the hose and gently sprayed him off. The mud ran down Devon's legs and into to a drain of some kind. The water felt good to Devon since he hadn't had a shower in many days. It wasn't too cold either. He turned around and Paul simply kept the hose in one place while Devon washed his body the best he could without any soap. After awhile Devon nodded at Paul who then turned the hose off. Devon very carefully moved away from all the mud and kept on the stony concrete. As he moved up it, he decided that someone must have put little pebbles in the concrete as it was drying. He decided it looked better than average concrete he'd seen in sidewalks and such. When he got to the top he looked again at the backyard. It had a calming effect on him. As he was looking around, he noticed that Paul was watching him and then turned to head into the house. Devon looked again around him and then froze. In front of him was a German Shepard dog with its fangs showing and a low growl being emitted. Devon froze on the spot. He knew at that instant he was dog food. The next thing he felt was a cold nose on his butt, right where he'd poop. Devon swung around to see the biggest white haired dog he'd ever seen. "Shit!" he expounded loudly enough for Paul to turn around. As Paul turned he saw the German Shepard on the boy immediately putting his exposed teeth on the boy's exposed thigh muscles. Devon threw his hands up high in the sky while the white dog just looked at him and twisted her head. "Just freeze Devon. That's Sonny and Cher. Sonny has you but I've never seen him do that before.