Chapter 3

 

 

I hitchhike all the way back to Sampson's place. When I get there I see them through the window having a family dinner. It's a little annoying to say the least. I don't plan on interrupting their dinner but there was no way in hell I was going to leave here without Sampson knowing that Dahlia was a cheating bitch.

 

So I sit my patient ass on his porch. Luckily not too far from me I realize that there is something quiet interesting going on.

 

A boy walks out of the pool house on the edge of Sampson's property. There is a huge pool over by there. I assumed that it was Sampson's pool but then I realize this fucking pool is probably twice the size of Sampson's house.

 

The boy looks over at me.

 

It's the boy from the church. It's the young kid that was staring at me the whole time. He doesn't wave but he stares at me for a second.

 

Then I see him take off his shirt.

 

"God bless...the youth," I whisper to myself sitting on the lawn chair.

 

The boy was built. I could definitely get used to these Southern boys. It seemed like the south just did something with muscles. Here I was laying on a lawnchair trying my best not to resemble a beached whale while watching this sexy ass boy clean the pool. Sweat drips down his 6 pack. His biceps stretch as he attempts to clear some debris in the pool.

 

His pants are low. They barely cling to his tiny waist. I can see the beginnings of his v-section as well as the cuts at the top of his ass. My dick starts to get a little hard looking at this boy. He was young too. I bet he could fuck ALL night with no sense of stopping.

 

 

I'm struggling to keep my tongue in my mouth as I'm watching him.

 

 

"Hey Wade!" a voice says, "You mind putting on a shirt. My kids are about to come out and play..."

I turn to the door to realize it's Sampson.

 

"No problem Father Sampson!" the boy says.

 

Wade was a sexy motherfucker. I give it that.

 

"You being a cockblock?" I ask Sampson, "Don't worry. You're body is shaped just like that. Don't be jealous."

 

Sampson looks over at the boy. He looks over at me. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arm as though being macho. If Sampson is anything like he was in the past he can't stand me being interested in someone else in front of him.

"Jealous? Wade is 19."

"That's legal."


Sampson rolls his eyes.

 

 

"The kid babysits for me. I'm not arguing about him with you. What the fuck are you doing here?" he asks me, "Didn't I tell you that you needed to leave?"

"Oh you were serious?"

"Syn. I'm not joking with you," he tells me harshly, "I want you off my property."

"I have to tell you something about your wife."

"You couldn't possibly tell me ANYTHING about my wife," he explains to me, "I want you gone. All you do is cause trouble Syn. You coming here was a mistake."

"A mistake. Sampson I love you."

"Stop fucking saying that."

"It's true. And it's also true you love me back," I explain, "Why did you say back at the church that you didn't? That shit hurts."

Sampson struggles. He looks down at his feet.

 

"Syn regardless of how I feel about you---"

"So you do love me?"

This seems to come as a surprise to Sampson that I ask him that. He seems taken aback by it. This country life has made him soft. If he was the old Sampson he would have been ready for the random shit that came out of my mouth. Right now Sampson looks lost and damn near confused.

"It doesn't MATTER!" he screams at that moment and then turns to the door as though checking to see if his family was listening, "It doesn't matter. I have a family now. I have a life. I'm a priest now. I'm almost 30 years old. I'm happy. If you care about me...if you love me like you say you do then please just let me be happy. Please just fucking leave me alone."


"Sampson."

"You aren't welcome here," Sampson tells me, "I'm sorry."

Sampson looks over at me. He was still the sexiest man I'd ever met in my life. Those innocent eyes and that sweet demeanor was always something that I shouldn't have liked but I was always mesmerized by. This boy was sitting here and I felt like he could bare his entire soul to me. I loved him and I knew it. Nothing could change that.

 

"You play so hard to get..." I smile and wink at him.

 

This seems to irritate Sampson even more. He's staring at me and the look is something a little past irritation. I'm getting under his skin. There is no way in hell that Sampson would be this upset if he didn't still have feelings for me.

 

 

"If you don't get off my property I'm going to call the police," he warns me.

"No you won't."

"You so sure about that?"


"Sampson. I'm good at reading people. You know that. We aren't fucking strangers. You've been putting up with my shit for years. Now all of a sudden you don't want to put up with it? You love me and there's not a damn thing----including moving to the fucking country and knocking up your Stepford wife is going to do to change that."

"I'm going to pray for you Syn."

Sampson walks into his house. He's not going to call the cops. I know he isn't. I wait about ten more minutes and no cops show up. I'm in no rush. I am enjoying watching this sexy ass boy. The boy takes off his shirt again. He looks back over at me.

 

I can't help it. I get up off of my chair at that moment and make my way toward the pool. The sexy boy Wade is standing there. As I get closer I realize his abs are more popping then I think. He doesn't have huge muscles like Sampson. He's slim, almost like the kind of boy who would be a model for American Eagle. He looks like he's never worn a shirt in his life. His eyes squint at me as I walk over. He has an intense model stare. I swear it's such a waste that he isn't in New York making real money but he's out here cleaning pools and babysitting Sampson's fucking brats.

 

"Hey Wesley," I state.

 

I walk around him at the pool. I make circles around him like an eagle looking at it's pray. Wade seems to get nervous. He swallows his spit. Not even Sampson was this naïve when I met him. This boy is super nervous and it's clear as day.

 

"Do I know you?"

I shrug, "Your neighbor told me your name. I'm Sampson's friend."

Wade smiles a little bit, "Oh yeah. You were the boy that had that uh, erm...uh...situation at...uh... church. Father Sampson brought you to church with him."

"Did you just call him Father Sampson?" I ask.

 

"Yeah. He's a pastor..."

"Ew..."

"What happened at the church. That was strange. I never saw anything like that," Wade says and then lets out a nervous laugh, "It kind of freaked a bunch of us out. This is a small town. We aren't used to anyone doing anything out of the ordinary. The whole town is kind of whispering. That's all people are talking about. My stepdad said to stay away from you."

I wasn't surprised. Everyone here was so fucking polite. I had just walked onto this guys property and he didn't even ask me what I wanted. He was too polite to do that. He was just smiling at me nervously and trying to be as hospitable as possible.

Where the fuck was I? Munchkin land? Why the fuck was everyone so goddam nice in this place?

 

It annoyed me but then again he was sexy so I can make an exception for this one.

"Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm the devil."

He swallows his spit at that moment. I've made him nervous even mentioning the devil. Just looking at Wade I can read him. He's the boy next door. He probably doesn't curse. He probably reads the bible three times a day. He probably will grow up to marry some sweet girl named Becky Jean that was his high school sweet heart. He'd grow up to cheat and cheat on her in his 40s because he never got the chance to really live. She'd forgive him of course but he'll do it again. Then he'll probably get fat and die of a heart attack by 50.

 

He's sweating.

 

Funny.

 

"Um. Excuse me...sir. How can I help you?"

Wade's pants are low. I can see the beginning of his v-area. I have to admit he's sexy. I make my way towards him at that moment.

"The name's Syn?"

"As in?"

"As in Syn. It's not short for anything. And no---it's not a nickname," I state, "But enough about me. You some type of local handyman?"

Wade shrugs, "It's a small town. I need work. I'm saving up for college. So yeah. I do a lot. I clean, I build, I'll mow your lawn. I'll do anything for a little money, you know. I'm thinking about going to school for---"


He was boring the fuck out of me.

 

"I don't need your life story. You ever had gay sex?"

Wade's eyes get wide at that moment.

 

"Wh—what?"

He's sweating. He even takes a few steps back away from me. He is half laughing as though thinking I'm making a joke but when I'm not laughing back with him he looks like he's a little bit worried.

 

"Listen. I may be leaving some time soon and I notice that you've been looking at me for a while. Now I'm not a whore. I hate whores but I'm horny. So here's what we can do. We can go back to your house. We can have some sex. I won't tell if you won't tell. Then afterward you can drive me to the bus station."

"I um...I'm not gay..."

I roll my eyes, "Sure. Wink wink. Lead the way."


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Wade takes me to the house. He is nervous. He doesn't know exactly what he's doing but by how fast he is walking I can tell he is excited. He went from being quiet to talking about everything and anything. I guess the silence is just too quiet for him. When we walk into the old house the place looks like a goddam mansion or something. I swear I think that a slave is going to pop up any moment and ask start calling him "Suh".

The place has spiral staircases that lead up to the second floor. The foyer is about the size of my apartment up North. The tiles are this beautiful laminated tiles.

 

"Rich dick..."

"Excuse me?" He asks.

 

"Oh nothing," I state before walking into the house, "Listen. I...I'm a little nervous. I never um. I...I'm not gay. I mean you're a good looking dude. Oh fuck...did you just grab my dick?"

I have his dick in my hands. Within a matter of seconds I can tell he's hard. He's a big boy. He's not as big as Sampson, but then no one in the world was as big as Sampson. His dick gets so hard at that moment. He doesn't stop me as I put my hand in his pants. He rolls his eyes to the back of his head and takes a deep breath. I give him a few jerks.

 

"You got hard pretty fast for a straight guy. Maybe I should go...straight boy."

I turn around at that moment to leave but I feel him grab my hand almost immediately. Just what I thought. Wade is holding my wrist and staring at me. He is licking his lips. He has some beautiful fucking lips.

 

"Wait," Wade tells me at that moment, "I've always kind of wanted to...experiment with guys..."

He is desperately looking at me and licking his lips. I can tell he's horny by the tent in his pants. A part of me wants to entertain him but something catches my attention. There is a family portrait on the wall. As I walk closer I see someone that I notice in the picture.

 

Interesting. This was very interesting.

 

"Whose this?" I ask pointing at the man in the picture.

"That's my mother's fiancé."

"Oh is that right?" I ask.

 

"You know him?"

Just at that moment we are interrupted. There are footsteps of someone walking down the stairs. I see a woman walking down. She must be Wade's mother. She is a beautiful woman with a light complexion. Most of these women out here were light skin beautiful women. It was almost like these rich, religious people couldn't find a beautiful dark woman or something. They were too used to living in their little bubble I guess and they were so close-minded that all these women kind of looked the same. I swear she is the typical beautiful housewife. She is in her mid 40s. She has long hair and blush on her cheeks.

 

Wade straightens up when she walks down the steps. It's clear as day he's nervous. What's getting him even more nervous is the tent in his pants. He struggles to adjust and he's such an amateur that it isn't working. I feel bad for him and decide to step in front of him to block his view.

 

"Wade...you have company?"

Wade is nervous as fuck, "Yeah ma...uh..."

I walk forward and shake Wade's mother's hand. I put on my fakest smile, "I'm Syn."

"As in?"

"Just Syn."

She smiles a time, "Well nice to meet you young man. I'm Marigold. I thought I knew all Wade's friends."

 

What kind of fucking name was Marigold? I thought Syn was bad. My parents didn't want to have a kid. What was her excuse? I wondered what strain of weed her parents were on when they named her that dumb shit.

"Well I'm not your son's friend. I just met your son over by the pool. I'm actually a friend of Father Sampson," I state.

 

She smiles again. God this woman smiles so fucking much. I look at her face and I wonder if she got any work done. That's not right though. This was the South, not Hollywood. Her teeth were just naturally that white and her dimples just naturally went up like that. I wonder why the fuck she looked so fucking happy.

 

"Well any friend to the pastor is a friend of mine," she smiles even wider. She winces. I didn't think it were possible.

What the fuck in this world could possibly make her so fucking happy?

"Do you take Lexapro, Prozac or Zoloft?"

The question goes right over her head.

 

"Excuse me?"

"Syn..." Wade grabs my arm. I think he's trying to protect his mother. He needs to be trying to protect the precum stain that is showing in his pants.

 

"I'm just asking you what anti-depressant you take," I state, "You're clearly on one."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Wade maybe you should go get your friend some lemonade. Maybe you should take him out by the pool or something," she states desperately.

 

I shrug, "You ain't got to lie, lady. Your husband is Deacon Wesley right? I saw the way you winced when I mentioned Sampson. I have a feeling you aren't as dumb as you want to look."

Marigold looks at Wade. Wade steps in front of me and blocks me from his mother. The boy looks like he wants to fight. In all honestly Wade is taller than me and more built. He could probably beat my ass easily. It wouldn't be the first time I got my ass beat over some dumb shit. Let's just say I wasn't exactly the fighter. I could talk a hell of a lot of shit though. I know that much.

 

"Syn, maybe you should leave," Wade instructs me.

 

"Ok. Ok I'm gone. But Marigold, I need to be honest with you before I leave. Your fiancé is fucking Sampson's wife. He fucks her raw."

"How fucking dare you?" Wade starts off.

 

Wade pushes me. He pushes me hard as fuck. I fall to the ground. I almost break my ass bone. I didn't even think it was possible until I hit the ground. Wade is strong as hell. That's a little bit of a turn on to be honest. I kind of like aggressive boys. He's reminding me a little of T-Boy right now.

 

However as Wade looks like he is about to beat my ass I catch a look at Marigold. She clutches onto her chest. It's almost like her heart hurts or something like that.

 

"You knew the good Deacon Wesley was fucking Dahlia though didn't you?" I ask Marigold, "Now that's sick. You could at least have told Sampson. He really thinks his wife is some cool woman."

"Wesley wouldn't. He loves my mom," Wade starts but then turns to his mother, "He..."

Marigold has turned away. The guilt was written all over her face. I wonder at that moment just how many parties Marigold has went to with Sampson and his wife. How many times has she hugged the woman who was fucking her fiancé. She knew about it. She did nothing. She smiled and pretended like nothing mattered. She probably knew a long time ago. These guys didn't hide their shit too easily. She's not looking towards us. I have no doubt that she's going to break down at that moment.

 

"Excuse me. I need some water," Marigold states.

 

Wade seems confused as he looks at his mother.

Wade looks over at me. He's hurt to see his mother like this. It's cute because he's so fucking innocent and he had no idea. I have to admit I do feel bad for Marigold in a way. I'd seen so many women like her. My mother was a woman like Marigold.

 

"Fuck you man," Wade tells me.

 

He leaves and goes to the kitchen at that moment. I look around the house. A part of me thinks about leaving but I decide not to.

 

I decide to follow Wade into the kitchen. Wade is patting his mother on her back and his mother is crying buckets at that moment. She is wailing. She's probably done this so many times but always in private. She didn't want to seem weak probably. She didn't want to seem like a victim. Maybe it felt better to her if she did it in private. Maybe it sounded weaker.

 

"Maybe you should leave," Wade states.

If I had a dollar everytime someone asked me to leave I'd probably be a millionaire.

 

"Crying isn't going to help her," I state shaking my head, "It's really weak if you want my opinion. It's really fucking pathetic actually."

"We don't want your opinion," Wade states, "Leave...please."

"Patting her on the back and telling her everything is going to be OK isn't going to help either," I state and make my way to the counter.

 

There is a wine rack. I pop a bottle and pour Marigold some. Wade is looking at me like I have 4 heads when I help myself to the shit in his kitchen. He doesn't stop me though. I think he wants to confront me but he doesn't want to upset his mother any further then she already is. He doesn't want to stir the pot. That's the fucking problem in this town. All this shit was going on under the covers because people were so afraid to stir the fucking pot.

 

Well I was a professional pot stirrer.

 

"Start with the wine," I state, "Don't do anything stronger. You need to think clearly. Liquor doesn't really ever help you. Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself won't help you Marigold. How did you get stuck in this situation?"


Marigold looks at me for a minute. I honestly respect the fact that she has dried her eyes long enough to stop wailing. That takes a lot of courage.

 

"Wesley isn't just the deacon. His brother is the mayor of the town. Mayor Edwin is the most important figure and he introduced me to his brother. Maybe it was power. I was just taken by the Reading brothers. When my husband died in an accident Wesley was the one who was there for me. He helped me on my feet. When I found out he was cheating my heart was broken."

Wade rubs her on her back. The fact that his mother is opening up to me seems to catch him off guard. He just stands there at that moment as though not knowing how to help. His eyes stare at me as though trying to figure out if he should try to kick me out again or just let me speak to his mother.

He decides to let me speak to his mother.

"Your heart is broken," I state, "If your heart was broken you'd be 6 feet under. Your heart is broken. It's still beating. I'm going to tell you something that no one probably told you though. This is going to be the most important thing you're ever going to hear. So listen to it well. Alright. It's simple but it means a lot. OK..."

"What?"

"Adjust your pussy."

"Ok. That's it. You got to go," Wade says.

 

Wade grabs by my arm and is trying to pull me out of the door. The look on his face is like he is completely turned off by what I am telling his mom. I mean I guess I'm not really the best at advice but I'm kind of annoyed of the façade that this town is putting on.

 

"Wait," Marigold stops her son before he drags me out of the kitchen.

 

Wade is confused.

 

"Ma. You're upset. I don't think this kind of language and attitude is what you need."

Marigold shakes her head, "I want to hear what he has to say."

"I have rules. Rules that I live by," I state, "One is that energy cannot be created or destroyed. It simply moves from one form to another."

Wade squints at me.

"Uh...I'm pretty sure that's Einstein's law of the conservation of Energy," Wade starts off.

 

"Fuck Einstein," I state, "This is Syn's law of you need to get that motherfucker back."

Marigold looks over at me.

 

Her eyes squint at that moment.

 

"You---you're right..."

"Take that energy he gave you and give it right back to him tenfold."

Wade raises his arms up, "Now wait a minute. Wait a minute. What are we talking about here?"

"Shut up Wade," Marigold tell her son.

"Yeah shut up Wade," I smile.

 

Marigold is desperate. Her tears have dried. She has this excitement at that moment. I know that look of excitement she has when she gets to her feet. I have seen that look of excitement before. Wade and Marigold are studying me at that moment trying to figure out what I was going to do.

 

"Teach me..." Marigold states.

 

 

"Are you sure about this?" Marigold asks me.

 

We are standing in front of a cliff. We've piled Deacon Wesley's clothing into his old vintage car. Wade looks on at his mother and he looks scared. I think he's seeing a different side of his mother that he hasn't seen before. All that emotion Marigold has seem to be making her a little confused. She drove all the way out here with me and now she was having cold feet.

 

"Adjust your pussy."

"What?"

"Adjust your pussy and rephrase your question," I tell Marigold.

 

Marigold looks at the car. She takes a deep breath, "How do we do this?"

"Better," I answer her, "Is that him coming right now?"

Marigold nods. She's nervous as fuck. I watch at that moment as Deacon Wesley pulls up to the front of the house. He has this look on his face. He steps out of the car at that moment.

 

"Marigold, baby. Why'd you tell me to meet you out here?" Deacon states.

"I know..." Marigold states.

"Know about what?"

"I know about Dahlia."

Wesley seems stuck. He looks at me. He looks at Wade. It's almost as though he's embarrassed that she's saying this kind of stuff in front of the two of us. I can see him panicking a little bit. Wade is a sneaky looking bastard. I can just look at him and tell that he's a shady character. I watch as he opens his mouth and I already know bullshit is going to go out.

 

He paces back and forth, "Listen baby. I...wait...what is my car doing out here? Um. Marigold. What is my fucking car doing out here?"

Marigold smiles, "This is the love of your life isn't it? Your iconic 1957 Corvette. Venetian Red with Beige coves, red vinyl interior, Beige convertible top, right? This is the one I bought you for your birthday. The next day you were out with her in it. You drove right past me. You didn't even see me."

Marigold smiles this sick little smile and grabs a stone. She walks up to the car. I watch as Marigold puts the car in drive and puts a stone on the acceleration.

 

The car rolls over the fucking cliff!

I can't help but to break out in laughter!

This bitch had some serious balls. Wesley goes to the top of the cliff. He looks over and collapses to his feet. Tears are in his eyes as he sees the explosion below the cliff. There is nothing left of the vintage car. There is nothing left at all but flames and ashes.

 

"You fucking bitch..."

Wesley takes a few steps towards Marigold. He's blocked off though by Wade. Wade is bigger than Wesley. He is stronger. Wesley seems to know that.

 

"Give me a reason," Marigold's son tells him.

 

Wesley seems to back down. He takes a few steps back, "You'll pay for this. Wait till I tell my brother. You'll fucking pay for this."

Marigold is smiling. She has this look in her eyes at that moment. It's this crazed look but she's smiling by the time we get into the car and start driving away.

 

By the time we get back to the house Marigold has forgotten all about her pain. She has transferred all her pain back to the motherfucker who gave it to her in the first place. I wouldn't be surprised if Wesley was still crying over his car. I wouldn't be surprised if his heart felt the same ways that Marigold felt earlier.

 

We are back at the house. Marigold hasn't spoken the entire ride home. I think she is still getting over what just happened. By the time we get back to her house though I look over at Wade.

"You mind driving me to the bus station still?" I ask him.

 

"You're leaving town?" Marigold interrupts.

 

"No place to stay. I got kicked out of Sampson's place," I tell her.

 

"I'd like you to stay here for a while," Marigold states, "You can stay with us."

"I can't pay you," I tell Marigold.

Marigold smiles, "I don't want your money. I have a pool house. It's decent sized. I can give it to you. For some reason...I don't know. I just like you around."

 

I nod.

That was an offer that I could take.

 

 

 

 

The morning after I wake up to a knock on the door of the pool house. The pool house wasn't some lame piece of crap. It was actually nicer than most of the apartments I'd lived in. There were two bathrooms and a pool table. There was even a nice little expensive projector with 4k. I was living the life with this thing.

 

I walk out into the kitchen area of the pool house to see Wade standing there. He is making me breakfast. I have to admit at first I was concerned that he has a key to the pool house but seeing this sexy guy in my kitchen wearing nothing but a wifebeater and looking tasty wasn't something that I would complain about.

 

"What's the special occasion?" I ask him.

 

Wade looks over at me, "I hope you like pancakes. I wanted to thank you for what you did for my mother. For the first time in her life I think she feels...I dunno the word..."

"Liberated," I suggest.

 

Wade looks over at me and nods. He smiles, "Liberated."

He brings me over a place, "Here try some..."

He's made bacon as well. I watch as he picks up a piece and puts it into my mouth. He does it in the sexiest way and I have the feeling that Wade is enjoying the idea of feeding me. Our eyes connect and Wade licks his lips in the sexy way that he does.

 

Then he turns towards me.

 

"You feel like joining me?"

"Actually we aren't eating here...put something on really quick."

"Put what on? Where are we going."

"Hurry up and change and find out."

 

I put on some clothes and follow Wade out. He takes me back towards the house into a garden area on of his mother's estate. As we get to the back I see people standing there. I don't know if they are here for brunch or something. Marigold is standing there. She has a huge smile on her face at that moment. Wade is standing there as well.

 

"Who the fuck are these people and why are they staring at me?" I whisper to Wade.

They look like they want something from me. It's kind of weird.

 

"A few friends of my mother," he explains, "She told them what happened yesterday."

Weird.

 

"So what?"

It's Marigold who walks forward. There have to be at least 6 people staring in her garden and they are all looking at me with this strange hopeful look on her face. There are 4 women of all different ages and two men. I swear they look like a bunch of nerds or something. Was this Marigold's book club or something? And why the fuck were they looking at me like I was the second coming or something? Why the fuck did they seem so interested in me? I mean it was early as hell. It was some ungodly hour. Why the fuck were all these people here?

 

Marigold is the one who speaks for her friends, "Remember those rules you told me about? What were they? The laws of Syn? The Syn theory?"

 

I shrug, "Yeah, what about it?"

I can't believe Marigold remembered that shit. It was bullshit. I just made that shit up on the fly. Then I realize the look that some of these people had. These people were so structured and so close-minded. They needed help. Why else would they flock like this over a stupid ass story?

 

There is so much hope in their eyes.

Marigold explains that hope for the others saying, "We want you to teach us."

 

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