Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2018 18:51:15 -0400
From: corped810 <corped810@gmail.com>
Subject: Broken boy 3

This story is a complete work of fiction. Any character or place that
pertains to real life is strictly coincidental.

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Hey guys, thank you for sticking with me and my story. This is the first
story I've written so I really appreciate the feedback you guys send. I
only keep writing when I know people like my writing. I apologize for how
long this chapter took to write, I just started a new job and I don't have
the hours to work on writing as much. I'm forging on though, nothing I hate
more than an unfinished story. Well, besides when the story ends, but
that's different. Enjoy!

This chapter will follow Simon to his new home so please read and find out
how he takes it.

Broken boy: Chapter 3


Simon woke suddenly in the night, his breathing hard as he escaped from the
nightmare that plagued him. He only found himself waking into a different
sort of nightmare. He found upon waking that he had wet the bed in his
sleep, something he had never done before. He just stared down at himself,
not knowing what to do or how to handle it. He remembered about James and
pressed the call button. He wasn't prepared when James wasn't the one that
showed up. Simon didn't know what to do when someone other than James came
into his room. James had said he would be there, and Simon had believed
him. It hurt Simon that James wasn't here.

It was an orderly who attended Simon's call. He worked the night shift,
went to school in the morning, and hated every seconds of it. He wanted to
be a doctor, not a glorified chamber maid. The man said nothing while he
cleaned Simon, and Simon was quietly intimidated by him. He was rougher
than James had been, cleaning Simon vigorously with a little more force
than necessary. Simon didn't like the man, but he didn't complain about the
treatment he received either. He was afraid he might be hit if he did,
since that is what his father would have done.

When Simon was all cleaned up and situated back in a clean bed the orderly
left. Simon was discouraged with the whole interaction, he had expected
James and got someone who couldn't have cared less. He hugged his good leg
to himself with his good arm and stared into nothing. He was trying to keep
his mind clear, he knew that if he let himself think about the past he
would cry. He didn't want to cry anymore, but he couldn't stop himself
either. He hurt, both physically and emotionally. Simon was plagued with a
pain no child should feel. Inside his chest he felt a hollowness, a sinking
feeling that was almost physically painful.

Simon ended up crying himself back to sleep. He mercifully did not dream
this time, regardless of his loneliness. When he awake it was to James, who
had brought him breakfast. Simon was groggy from having just woken up, but
that didn't stop him from remembering James absence in the night. He pushed
the food away, refusing to touch the food. He didn't want to eat, didn't
want anything to do with the liar. He glared daggers at James, who didn't
fail to notice.

James wasn't sure why Simon was mad at him. He hadn't been told about the
incident that took place that night. When he asked Simon what was wrong he
didn't get an answer. Simon wouldn't speak with him.

"Simon, please tell me what's wrong. I can't help if you don't talk." James
explained, practically begging Simon to talk to him. He had yet to hear the
child's voice, and he wanted desperately to. He wasn't disappointed.

"You... You didn't help last n-night." Simon spoke accusingly, his voice
not above a whisper. He was again hugging his leg to himself with his good
arm, trying to comfort himself from the feeling of loneliness he felt.

"What happened last night?" James asked, but he didn't get an answer. Simon
was looking out the window, pointed ignoring the man. "I'm sorry if
something happened while I wasn't here, my shift ended yesterday after
dinner. I'm not allowed to help when I'm off hours Simon. Even if I want
to." James tried explaining. He didn't want Simon mad at him, not for
something out of his control. "Please don't hold it against me, I would
have been here if I had been allowed to."

James looked at Simon with a pained expression on his face. How many times
had this child been let down by men in his life? He didn't like the idea of
being on that list.

"Please don't hate me." James found himself whispering. He hadn't meant to
say it, but it slipped out anyway. He knew Simon had heard it, a tear was
rolling down the boy's cheek where one hadn't been before. James couldn't
help himself, he scooped the boy up into a hug. He was as gentle as he had
always been, careful not to hurt any of the boy's injuries.

Simon was tense at first, but he relaxed and melted Into the man. This was
someone he knew actually cared about him, and as much as he wanted to be
angry with James he couldn't hold a grudge. No, Simon wanted too much to
feel love again, he wasn't about to deny it from anywhere. He clung as hard
as he could with his injured limbs and didn't let go when James tried to
release him.

"Simon, I have to get back to work buddy. I can't stay here with you like I
want too." James said as he pried himself away.

"You r-really w-want to stay with m-m-me?" Simon asked, disbelief evident
in his voice and body language.

"Of course, who wouldn't want to stay with such a beautiful boy?" James
answered with a smile. Simon had a straight line to his heart. He would do
anything for the child, even to the point of jeopardizing his job. He could
tell his words had a profound effect on the boy, who smiled himself. This
time the smile reached his eyes.

Jason patted the boy's thigh in affection. He had finally accomplished what
he had been striving towards. He would forever remember that smile, not
just the one on Simon's lips, but the one in his eyes. A true smile. He
cherished this moment, reluctant to leave. He hugged Simon again and kissed
his forehead before saying his goodbye.

Simon laid back in his bed happy. He knew someone who really wanted to be
around him and it made him feel like he wasn't alone anymore. He sighed as
he turned toward the window and watched the sky. He didn't have anything
else to do. There was a television in the room but he didn't know how to
work it, having never been allowed to touch the television at home. No, not
home. Kevin said he would stay with him now. Simon thought that of
everything else it would be nice to spend more time with Tyler.

Tyler would be the first friend Simon would have in a long time. He wanted
that companionship again, he missed the old friends he had had. With
another sigh, Simon looked around the room. He was confined to his bed, so
he couldn't touch anything he saw. He wished he wasn't injured so he could
walk around. Simon was beginning to grow bored, he really had nothing to
do. Don't the doctors know that little boys get really antsy when they have
to sit around. He was saved from further boredom when Kevin walked in
carrying a backpack.

"Good morning Simon, how are you doing?" Kevin asked.

"H-hi..." Simon whispered, afraid to let his voice get any louder. When he
was with his father he wasn't allowed to speak or he would get hit. As
timid as Simon was, Kevin was willing to work with him. He looked forward
to a day when Simon was fully out of the shell that he had built around
himself as protection. He hoped Simon would realize he didn't need it
anymore.

"I've got some clothes for you to wear after the doctor sees you." Kevin
explained as he held the backpack up. He placed the backpack on the floor
next to the chair he frequented and moved to the bedside. He gave Simon a
hug and kissed the top of his head. After they separated Kevin put his hand
on Simon's shoulder and looked in his eyes, glad that Simon didn't hide his
face often.

"Are you excited to see your new home this afternoon?" Kevin asked, a big
smile on his face. Simon nodded, but he didn't smile or respond. He looked
away from Kevin's gaze, who noticed that something was wrong. "What's
wrong?"

Simon hesitated before answering, "A-am I r-really g-g-going to live w-with
you and Tyler?" He whispered. He was looking down in his lap where he was
fidgeting with his fingers. He still wasn't quite at the point of belief,
so ingrained in his head was the doctrine his father had forced on him. He
had been told no one wanted him, no one loved him. That he was ugly and
shouldn't talk. So many terrible and heinous things drilled into his head
that he didn't know what to do, say, or how to act. He was confused most of
the time and unsure of himself the rest. He was only just learning basic
social skills again, everything he said not coming out at more than a
whisper. He had learned early that adults lie, so he didn't want to believe
and get hurt. He was afraid of the hurt now.

"Of course, Simon. I promise you won't ever have to live with that horrible
man ever again." It was an easy promise to make, one he would fight tooth
and nail to keep. He wasn't about to let this beautiful child get hurt
while he could do something to protect him. Helping to treat the boy on the
operating table created a bond, meeting the boy and helping to bring him
out of his shell solidified it. Now he wanted nothing more than to hug the
child and protect him, to fix his problems and treat his hurts. He hadn't
wanted another son the week before, but now he would call Simon his son if
he could. Three days is a short time to grow so attached, but the
circumstances were out of his control. He could see tears forming in
Simon's eyes, but he could tell the child wasn't sad. For once these
weren't tears of hurt.

This time it was Simon who initiated the hug, or tried too. He was barred
back by he injured limbs, he hurt himself slightly when he tried to launch
himself into the hug. He grimaced, but Kevin knew what he wanted and
quickly scooped the child up. They held each other tightly, the beginnings
of love flowing between the two. Kevin sat down of the bed with Simon in
his lap and rocked him gently.

Simon just relaxed into the man, letting himself be held and comforted. He
loved the feelings that were coursing through him. He hadn't been held
since before his mother died and he didn't want to stop either.  He was
slowly starting to fall asleep when a doctor walked in.

"All right Simon, let's get you checked over." He said, smiling when he saw
the two holding each other.

Kevin got up to place Simon back on the bed, but Simon wouldn't let go. He
didn't want to be poked and prodded more and on top of that he was enjoying
being held before this guy came in. He wasn't able to hold on strong on
account of his injuries, but thankfully the doctor spoke up when he noticed
Simon's reluctance.

"That's alright Kevin, he can stay in your lap. I only need to check his
casts and ask a few questions."

So Kevin relented, sitting back down with the boy in his lap. The doctor
checked the casts first before grabbing a clipboard.

"Okay, Simon. Are you in any pain right now?" Simon nodded. "Okay, can you
point to where?" Simon didn't know where to point, he hurt all over. The
pain. Was centered in his leg and arm, so he motioned toward them. The
doctor in turn marked his clipboard. "Now, the casts are set nicely, but
the pain will continue for a week or two, especially if he is highly
stressed. Keep him immobile for a few days and he shouldn't aggregate his
injuries. We'll give you a prescription for some pain meds, make sure he
takes one in the morning and see a doctor if he feels pain at night before
bed. Now, Simon you're free to go." The doctor tore of a piece of paper
from his clipboard and handed it to Kevin, who placed it in his pocket. The
doctor then left.

"Alright buddy, we need to get to get you dressed." Kevin got up and placed
Simon sitting on the edge of the bed, he noticed Simon was blushing
furiously. Simon had noticed his nakedness and was trying to cover his
genitals. He smiled at the boy it what he believed was a disarming way.

"H-how will I l-l-leave if I c-can't walk?" Simon asked through his
embarrassment. He wasn't trying to cover himself anymore and he seemed
distracted to the point that he didn't notice he was playing with his small
penis. He was looking at Kevin, cheeks red from blushing, and didn't seem
to bother with the hair that fell in front of his eyes. Kevin believed he
must be very used to long hair if it didn't bother him like it did his son.

"You won't have to walk, we'll get you a wheelchair." Kevin answered. He
grabbed the backpack of clothes and knelt in front of Simon, who blushed
deeper when he noticed he what he was playing with. He smiled at the boy's
innocence and pulled a pair of carton briefs from the bag. "Do you like
Captain America?" Kevin asked as he held the stylized briefs up. Simon only
nodded and held out his good leg.

Getting Simon dressed turned out to be tiring for both of them. After
finishing a near twenty minutes later Simon was panting with lack of breath
and Kevin was worried that he might have a bigger problem undressing the
boy at a later time. Kevin scooped Simon up into his arms and got him
comfortable.

"Lets go find a wheelchair for you." Kevin said, but stopped short of this
quest when Simon spoke up.

"C-can't I just be c-carried?" Simon said this with his face buried into
Kevin's shoulder, so his voice was muffled. Nevertheless Kevin still
understood what he said and nodded, happy to ferry the child around in his
arms. His own son no longer liked being carried, which is something Kevin
lamented. Sometimes boys just grow up too fast.

Kevin checked out at the nurses counter for Simon, all the while Simon was
being lavished with gushy affection from the female nurses. Simon was
beginning to grow nervous, and showed this by squirming slightly in Kevin's
arms. Kevin didn't notice this until Simon began to grow more restless. He
quickly said goodbye to his coworkers and left the hospital.

Kevin drove a little two door sports coupe, which was blue in color. It was
the latest model out, something that Kevin took pride in. He set Simon in
the back seat, nearly hitting his head on the car roof in the process of
moving the seat and getting the child buckled in. Kevin mistook Simon's
nervousness for excitement to be riding in such a nice car. The boy was
squirming the entire time that Kevin was buckling him in, unable to sit
still. When Kevin got into his seat he took a look back at the boy.

"Are you hungry for some lunch Simon?" Kevin asked, but Simon shook his
head no. Kevin frowned, "Are you sure?" The child just shrugged his
shoulders and looked out the window, this set off an alarm in Kevin's
head. "What's wrong?" Simon only shrugged his shoulders, unable to put to
words what he felt or why he felt that way. It was a new feeling to him,
and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"If you get hungry just let me know, okay? I'm going to head home, Tyler is
waiting to see you." This last statement seemed to cheer him up a
little. He was still a little withdrawn, but Kevin was able to tell it was
because he was nervous. He didn't know what to say to calm the boy, so he
decided it would be best to assuage his fears now. He started the car and
started to head home, he knew his son was really excited, he just hoped
Simon would adjust alright.

It wasn't a very long drive to the housing development in which Kevin had
his house. Simon watched the scenery go by outside, his mind on the trivial
things a little boy thinks about. Kevin kept an eye on him the whole drive,
trying to gauge his emotions. When he pulled into the driveway he saw the
boy take a deep breath. He got out and turned to get Simon out. Simon
grabbed on tight with his unbroken arm, he was looming around but he felt
lost, unsure of where he was. He was afraid that if Kevin let him go he
would never feel like he belonged again. He gripped Kevin with all the
strength he had and this doesn't go unnoticed by the man.

Kevin lead Simon into the one story home. Tyler was again laying on the
floor in front of the T.V. but instead of playing video games he was
watching cartoons. He wore his favorite pajama bottoms without a shirt and
immediately jumped up and ran to the pair entering his home.

"Hi daddy! Is that Simon? Is he all right? Can he play with me?" Tyler went
on, he didn't even seem to stop for breathe and was literally jumping with
excitement. Simon didn't know how to respond to the boy, so overwhelm as he
was dealing with everything. Tears came to Simon's eyes when he realized
that Kevin had told him the truth, he wouldn't be living with his father
anymore. He broke down crying as he held tight to the older man.

Tyler stopped his antics cold when he saw Simon start crying. He hadn't
expected this at all, and he didn't understand why Simon would be
sad. Kevin himself was a little confused, but he quickly understood that
Simon wasn't sad, that be was crying in joy and grieving for a life that he
hadn't lived for two whole years. Simon wasn't sad, he was just emotionally
overwhelmed.

"It's okay Tyler, Simon is just really overwhelmed right now. It's best to
just let him rest and then let him decide what he wants to do." Kevin
explained to his son, which in turn comforted Tyler. He moved further into
the house, cradling Simon all the way, and was followed by Tyler. Tyler
wanted to be there for his new little brother, big brothers didn't let
there brothers cry or be hurt and Tyler was going to be the best big
brother ever.

"It's okay Simon, don't cry." He said after his father sat down on the
living room couch. He hugged Simon and his father with Simon in between
them like the filling of a cookie. Tyler was lost in what to do to comfort
Simon and get him to stop crying, he was only just now starting out as big
brother and didn't know how brothers acted together. He backed up
afterwards and sat down next to them, waiting for an opening to connect
with the other boy.

Simon loved the feeling he felt when he was hugged by the two, and it
helped to calm him down. It was only a short time later that the tears had
stopped, but Simon still had the sniffles as he relaxed his grip on
Kevin. He looked around himself a little and noticed Tyler was sitting next
to them. He was a little embarrassed that Tyler saw him crying but when
Tyler only smiled at him he felt at ease.

"All right boys. I'm going to make some lunch. Tyler will watch out for
you, Simon, and he'll get you anything you need." Kevin explained as he
placed Simon on the couch. Simon was reluctant to release his hold, but he
didn't want Tyler to see him act like a baby. At least not any more than he
already had.

"Do you wanna watch cartoons, Simon?" Tyler asked, once again bubbling over
with excitement. Tyler was all too happy to do anything Simon needed, save
maybe helping him use the toilet. Simon nodded his head and the two bonded
over Tom and Jerry. The cartoons were just reruns and ones that Tyler had
already seen, but they were still funny to him. Even though Simon didn't
laugh out loud, Tyler could tell Simon was at least amused by the two
cartoon character's antics.

Tyler, being a child, was quick to give his love. Tyler showed this by
sitting close to Simon, their sides were rubbing against each other with
every movement. While Simon sat still and reveled in feelings he didn't
quite understand yet, Tyler squirmed around with every laugh. Tyler got up
suddenly, the attention span of the hyperactive ten year old didn't last
very long.

"Do you want to play video games?" Tyler asked, but he didn't wait for an
answer. He grabbed the controllers and switched the T.V. over. He handed
one of the controllers over to Simon, who had never even seen a game system
before yet alone held a controller. Tyler plopped down next to Simon and
scooted close, practically cuddling the younger boy. He wasn't hurting
Simon nor even making him uncomfortable. Simon didn't know what to think of
Tyler, he wouldn't have known what to do with himself without Tyler
around. He liked the older boy, that was without question, but he had never
been this close with anyone but his mother. He liked the feeling of
closing, he decided, but it made him feel weird in his tummy.HE

Tyler noticed Simon wasn't holding the controller right and froze. Had
Simon never played video games before? He thought. But everyone plays video
games. Tyler didn't mention this as he started the game up, he just wanted
to have fun and make Simon happy.

"Here," he said, "hold it like this."  And with that the ice was
broken. The two boys plunged into a world of fun and fantasy, jostling each
other and generally having a good time. They both wolfed down the food that
placed in front of them by Kevin, who sat in his special chair and watched
the two. He smiled at Tyler's antics, glad that Simon wasn't put off by the
hyperactive child. Kevin had been unable to calm him down sufficiently
lately, his special treatment not working like it was supposed too. That
didn't stop Kevin from enjoying to two, but it was tiring to have to deal
with a hyper active boy.

Before long Kevin noticed that Simon's eyelids were starting to droop. He
could tell that Simon was fading fast, tired from all the emotionally
taxing events. He watched as Simon's game playing dwindled to nothing. When
Simon completely fell asleep, he was leaning against Tyler with his head
resting on Tyler's shoulder.

"Simon?" Tyler inquired, but Kevin stopped him from waking the child. Tyler
understood, and he felt warm and fuzzy with love when he realized that
Simon was using him as a pillow. He smiled at his father and reached an arm
around Simon, who cuddled closer to his new friend. Kevin decided to take a
picture of this, so that Simon could look back and remember the beginning
of his new life.

This was the beginning of Simon's healing, his mending. It started a new
chapter in his life, one that would stay with him as the happiest of his
younger years.

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Thank you for reading chapter three, chapter four is in the works now. I
apologize for the wait, I had several obligations I have had to attend too,
including a new job. I am also working on another idea for a second story,
but I having started yet. If you want to see something specific just ask,
and I'll try to accommodate, just please don't be angry when I can't. I
make no promises. If a story isn't fun or have some emotional connection to
the writer then it is really hard to write, at least for me.

On another note, Chapter four will have some sexy fun in it. So if you want
to read about that than I will be more than accommodating. I enjoy hearing
your feedback, it makes me want to keep writing, so please keep sending.

Thank you very much,

Corin.