Andrew's Misplaced Trust

Chapter 12 - A Bus, Grandma and becoming a rent boy


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DO NOT EVER HURT A CHILD
Boys are to be loved, cherished and cared for. Never hurt!


Chapter 12

Andrew woke up after a couple of hours. He was sore everywhere. His head hurt, his nose hurt, his throat hurt, his ass hurt, even his balls were sore. He figured that Kent had continued to kick and punch him even after he was unconscious. There wasn't much of Andrew that hadn't been hurt. Andrew was on his bed naked. There was a puddle of blood coming out of his butt and blood from his face was mixed with vomit next to him. He was lucky that he was on his side when he puked. He was covered in shit. He started sobbing. The door was splintered and pieces were all over the room. Andrew could see that everything in his room had been destroyed. There were a dozen beer cans on the floor too. How long did his daddy beat on him while drinking? His posters were ripped down, his dresser was turned over, and the room smelled of beer, shit, and piss. Did his daddy really do all of this? After everything Andrew did for his daddy, he didn't understand it.

Looking at the clock, the only thing that wasn't destroyed in the room, Andrew saw that it was 3:30 in the morning. The house was quiet. He carefully crawled over the splintered door to go to the bathroom to clean up. He pulled the door closed. Since he couldn't quite stand up yet, he climbed into the bathtub. He turned on the tap to get the water warm so he could wipe the shit off of him. He grabbed a washcloth and started to carefully clean his aching body.

The water must have awakened Dorothy. She came down the hallway to see what was going on. When she arrived home in her own drunken stupor, she didn't look in on Andrew since his room was dark and she was just heading to bed to sleep off her intoxication.

As she entered the bathroom, she was able to see that Andrew was hurt. She realized that Andrew had not only been beat up badly, he must have been raped. She saw Andrew's bloodied face and the blood running down his legs from his butt. She realized that the boy she resented really needed some help.

"Andrew, honey, what happened?"

"Dad did this. He raped and beat me."

"No honey, that's not possible. Your dad has always had a temper, but I never saw him get angry with you." Dorothy said.

"First, he made his friends fuck me, then he started raping me. When I wanted him to stop, he went crazy and beat me."

"I never thought he would hurt you. I'm sorry. I don't know how to protect you. I do love you, but you brought this on yourself. You never behave and always get in trouble. Maybe you deserved this." Andrew could smell the alcohol on her. She was drunk herself. How can you love a child that you resent and blame for everything?

"Mom, you never believe me, so I never bother to try to explain, but here is your proof! Look at my butt! I'm bleeding mom. Help me! He and his friends raped me, mom!" Andrew was really angry at his mom, as angry as he was at his daddy. He wanted to just punch her in the face too. She was the parent and was supposed to protect him. She never cared about him. "He's going to kill me if this keeps going on. He told me that I was dead. I think he stopped beating on me when he thought I was dead. I can't take it mom. You both hate me! You would both be happier if he had killed me, right?"

"I... I... I just don't know what to do son." She started crying. The truth of Andrew's comment hit home. She really would have been better off if Andrew had never existed. "Andrew, when I send you to your room, it's to keep him from hurting me. He leaves me alone and goes to cuddle you. I knew he was doing sexual things with you, but I never thought he was fucking you. I could smell the sex on him every night." The whole time she was carefully cleaning up her son. This was probably the first, and only time she actually helped him in his entire life.

Seeing her tears, and feeling her wipe away the blood, Andrew calmed down a bit. "Mom, I really did enjoy it with daddy at first. It was a lot of fun. He loved me. It felt like we made love, but now I realize it was all for him. I thought I liked it, and maybe I did, but now I can say he has been raping me every night for the past year or more. How is that not hurting me, and you're the one that let him." His anger was growing again. "You punish me for your own selfish reasons. You never believe me or listen to my side of the story. That causes me to get beat up and called names because the bullies know I'll get in trouble and they'll get away with it. I know you didn't want me to be born. I wish I hadn't been."

"Andrew, I'm sorry. He abused me until the first time I punished you. I never realized I was hurting you too."

"Mom, you hurt me long before daddy did. I can't stay here. Help me mom!"

"Honey, where can I send you? You're always causing problems. You're just going to have to put up with your dad."

"Fuck you, mom. You don't care about anyone other than yourself. Are you going to run away now like you always do? Where the fuck do you go? You don't care about me. I need to go now. He's not going to stop. If he sees me alive in the morning, he will finish killing me, mom. I know it!"

"Honey, you can't just go. Let's get you cleaned up and get back to bed and we can talk about this in the morning." She finished helping Andrew clean up and pulled the shit covered bedspread off the bed and helped him get in bed before she staggered back to her bedroom. The shit and piss had soaked through the bedspread, so he just slumped to the floor.

"Fuck you mom! I should call the cops on you! You're a fucking waste of human life!" Andrew yelled at her as she headed out of the room.

She turned around, swung her hand, knocking Andrew in the face. "Don't you threaten me, young man. You would be the one going to jail! You're a fucking waste of life. You're right, I do wish you were never born!" With that, she walked into her room and closed the bedroom door. It is unlikely she will even remember the conversation in the morning. Andrew couldn't trust her. He had to do something for himself.

Andrew could hear Kent ask her what was going on and then the sounds of him punching her. Andrew lay on the floor in pain for a bit, but realized he couldn't do this for one more day, and he was probably right that he would be dead in the morning. He dug through the mess in the room and found some clothes that hadn't been ruined. He dressed the best he could. He found his backpack, put a few pairs of clothes in it, grabbed a hoodie, his stash of birthday money, and his bear Bingo, and quietly got out of the house. On the way out of the house, he saw Dorothy's purse and took all of the money she had in her wallet.

Andrew didn't leave a note; he just wandered away from the house in the early morning. They would get the message. Would they even care?

Andrew had no idea where to go.

He walked over to Kerry's house, but they weren't there. He thought someone would help him, but why were they gone? It's the middle of the night. The lights were on inside, but there were no cars and the garage was open. Andrew thought about just waiting in the garage, but figured his dad might come looking for him. He tried the door from the garage into the house and it was open. It looked like they had left in a hurry. Cupboards were open and there were random piles of belongings, almost as if they were running away like he was. He also realized that Kerry's dad shoved him and ran off, so maybe they wouldn't help.

He decided to just keep walking. He was in a lot of pain, but he kept going, knowing he had to get as far away as possible. If anyone saw him, he would certainly attract their attention and maybe even the police, and he didn't want to get into more trouble. His 10 and a half year old logic wasn't sure what to do. Having been blamed for everything his whole life, he didn't have any confidence that things would ever go in his favor. Had he only trusted the authorities, this story may have ended here or taken a different turn.

Andrew wandered for a while until he noticed the bus stop was full of people. He looked over the route map at the bus stop and decided to head as far away as he could go. He had his hood up and pulled over his face to hide the bruises and blood. The stop had 3 different lines, and he got on an express bus that took him clear into the next county. He had no idea where the bus ended up, but he just wanted to get away. He knew his parents never went far out of town, so he figured he would be safe until he figured out what to do or found some help. This bus was intended for workers that had to commute a long distance. He got on the bus among the early morning workers, sneaking in the back door unseen by the driver. The passengers were all heads down with their eyes closed, trying to capture that last minute of sleep before their work day began.

The bus made a couple of stops before getting onto the highway. The humming of the bus was lulling him to sleep. Andrew fell asleep at the back of the bus. Suddenly, Andrew felt someone shaking him. It hurt because they were grabbing his arm, which was pretty sore from his dad's beating.

"Son, wake up. End of the line." The deep voice said. Andrew looked up at the bus driver. "Shit son, what happened to you? Do you need help? Should I call the cops?"

"No, I'm fine." Andrew grabbed his bag and darted off the bus, leaving the bus driver a bit confused. He's seen his share of homeless people on the buses, but never a kid that was beaten up like Andrew. He thought about calling the cops, but figured it was the end of his shift as he had worked the overnight shift and didn't want to deal with the paperwork and questions. Besides, the kid said he was fine.

This was yet another adult to let Andrew down.

The bus had stopped in an older part of town. He had no idea where he was, but he didn't care. This was the beginning of a new life. He saw a few places that he figured he could explore or hide out without drawing attention. He was in the historic downtown area. It wasn't scary, but a bit run down. He found a laundromat and went inside. He'd never been in one but had seen them on TV. He had seen TV shows where people tried to lay low and avoid being the center of attention and thought he could hide here. If he only knew what he looked like. It screamed "abused runaway."

The laundromat was clean and bright. Andrew figured he could hide out inside for a bit to figure out what to do. More importantly, he could clean up since there was a sink and counter in the back. He spotted a towel in the lost and found basket and quickly cleaned up some more. There was also a Vans cap that someone had left, so he put it on with the bill down low to block part of his face. It was a bit big, but it had a strap in the back and Andrew could pull it in. It was very cute on him.

It was a Saturday, so there was no problem with a kid being out on the street during the day and there would be a lot of people wandering around. He figured he would go out and explore later. For now, he took a seat in the back and held onto his backpack and Bingo as he dozed off.

An older lady came into the laundromat and loaded her clothes into a couple of washers next to Andrew. She had a little wire framed cart with her laundry and soap, along with her purse and a tote bag that had a crochet project in it.

She immediately noticed the little boy sleeping there, hugging a little black bear. She sat down next to him. She's seen this before with some of the other boys that hang out in the neighborhood. Andrew started to stir, so she talked to him. "Hello, how are you today? You look a little down and hurt."

"I'm OK. I'm just waiting here for my mom." Andrew quickly made up.

The lady was sure that he was lying, but didn't want to pry too much. She could see he was injured and fragile. She made it a point to be a friend to these boys who were usually runaways or kicked out by heartless parents. "What's your name?"

"I'm Andrew. Who are you?"

"You can call me Grandma. That's what all the other boys that come here do. Are you hungry? I have a candy bar you can have."

"Sure, I mean, I'm not supposed to take food from strangers, but you seem alright." Andrew responded as she handed him the candy bar. He was starving.

"I'm harmless. All the boys like it when I bring them treats. I like to chat, so if you ever need to talk, I'm here every Saturday." She added.

"You said there are other boys that come here? Who are they?"

"Andrew, they are boys just like you. I'm sure you will meet them. They can be a little gruff at first, but they will probably become your friends. Just be careful until you find your mom." Grandma winked. Andrew knew she somehow figured out his dilemma.

Grandma was crocheting the entire time she talked to Andrew. She got up to move her clothes to the dryers and went back to chatting and crocheting. She was suspicious of the bruises on his face but didn't think now was the time to ask. She knew most of the boys she met worked the streets, but she felt like she was looking over them and they would come to her if they needed help. She was really concerned since this was a new boy and he didn't seem to have any street smarts yet.

Grandma's dryer beeped, and she pulled her items out and took them to the folding table. Andrew stayed seated, and as Grandma left, she stopped by to ask him what his favorite cookies were. He told her he liked all cookies, but chocolate chip was his favorite. "Be here next week and I'll have some for you." She offered.

"Thank you, Grandma. I'll be here." He said, not knowing what would happen to him between now and then.

After she left, Andrew just sat there deep in thought. He sat there worried until it got dark outside. He had arrived in the morning and hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch. The only thing he had was the candy bar that Grandma gave him. Andrew peeled the wrapper off the bar and ate it quickly. He walked out of the laundromat and looked around. There was a convenience store and a cafe in the same strip center.

Andrew went into the cafe and encountered the hostess at the front. "Get out of here, you stupid street kid. We don't give away food!"

"But, I want to eat, and I'll pay."

"Get out. I don't want to see you here again!" She screamed.

Andrew went next door to the convenience store and bought a few things to eat.

"Hi, kid." The man behind the counter said. "Be careful next door, that bitch at the front doesn't like you kids. Don't steal from me and we will get along."

"What do you mean, `you kids?'"

"You homeless rent boys. You're either one of them, or a lost runaway. Either way, be careful."

Andrew was always leery of the hot dogs that seemed to be rotating forever on the rollers, but they were warm, cheap, and, most importantly, food. He took his food over to the laundromat and went into the back where he couldn't be seen from the front windows. The sign in the window said no food or drink, but he had seen people drinking from bottles and eating snacks. He would just lay low and hide it if he heard anyone. He ate his food and sat there wondering what to do.


End of Andrew's Misplaced Trust - Chapter 12 - Andrew Thomas

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