Uncaged
By Wes
Leigh featuring the contributions of Rob the Scribe
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`This can't be fucking happening,' Roderyk thought to
himself as he was escorted into a small room by the sheriff's deputies. They
urged him to have a seat at a small table, then stood behind him with their
arms crossed over their chests.
Assistant DA Susan Daniels walked around the table and took
a seat across from him. She stared at Roderyk, unblinking.
A balding, overweight man came in and sat down next to her. He
placed a pad of paper on the table and began scribbling on it. Then he took out
a small tape recorder, punched a button on the side, and set it on the table. "It
is 8:35 a.m., Saturday, May fifteenth, twenty twenty-one. I am Detective Isaac
Serna. With me is ADA Susan Daniels. We are interviewing Mr. Roderyk Meyer. Mr.
Meyer, before we begin, I would like your approval to record this interview. Do
I have your permission?"
Roderyk jumped, startled by the question. "Oh, ummm, sure. Yes, that's fine."
Serna began reading from a card, "Then before we begin, Mr.
Meyer, let me inform you that you have the right to remain silent. Anything you
say can be used against you ..."
Roderyk heard the words but couldn't believe they were being
spoken to him. His stomach clinched and his hands became cold and clammy. This
is really fucking happening, he realized.
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Rachel McMahon sat next to a very confused RJ at a table in
the next room. RJ didn't know why they were here, why his mother had dragged
him out of the church and brought him to the Sheriff's station. What had he
done wrong? Why was he here? And why was his teacher, Ms. Masters, sitting here
next to his mother, holding her hand as if she was suddenly his mom's best
friend, comforting her in some kind of tragedy?
RJ heard the door open and turned to see a thin woman in a
dark business suit come in the room. The woman gave a half-hearted smile. RJ
supposed she thought it was a friendly smile, but it reminded him of a vampire
trying to be nice to someone about to be bitten. That was when he noticed the
red and purple lights dancing around the woman's head. They weren't friendly
lights. They seemed angry and hateful.
The woman sat down at the table next to them. She smiled her
vampire smile again and said, "Hello, RJ. What a brave, little boy you are,
agreeing to come here and talk to us today. I'm so happy to meet you at last."
RJ frowned, thinking, `I'm not a boy. I'm not little. And I
didn't agree to anything.' Instead, he said, "I don't know you, so I don't know
why you would be happy to meet me."
Rachel squeezed RJ's hand. "Don't be rude, sweetie. This
lady is here to help you."
"That's right," the vampire woman said. "My name is Dr.
Patrice Montgomery. I'm a psychiatrist with the White Oak Counseling Center. My
job is to help brave boys like you."
RJ looked at the red and purple sparks flashing around the
woman's head and decided that help was the last thing this woman was here to
give.
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Serna checked his notes. "Mr. Meyer, you are the youth
pastor for Riverview Community Church? Is that correct?"
Roderyk shook his head in confusion. "No. I'm just helping
my Auntie lead the youth group."
"So you work with teenagers in the
church? You lead their activities?"
"I, ummm, well, yes. I just
started. What's this all about?"
"When did you start working with the church youth, Mr.
Meyer?"
"A few weeks ago. Why are you asking me all these
questions?"
Detective Serna leaned forward. "Mr. Meyer, it will go a lot
faster if you let me ask the questions and you give me simple answers."
"I still don't understand why I'm here. You're acting like
I've done something wrong, but you haven't accused me of a crime. What is this
all about?"
Serna glanced at Susan Daniels. She frowned and said, "You
aren't accused of any crime, Mr. Meyer. This is simply an investigation that we
are required by law to make. Some information has been presented to us that
worries us, so we're obligated to look into it. If you'll simply tell us what
we want to know, I'm sure it will clear up everything, and then you'll be free
to go."
Roderyk couldn't put his finger on the reason why, but he
didn't believe Susan Daniels. There was something she wasn't saying. Something
she was hiding from him. If he wasn't being accused of a crime, why had they
read off that legal statement at the beginning, warning him that he could
refuse to answer questions or have an attorney present. It sounded much more
serious than simply telling them what they wanted to know.
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Patrice Montgomery scooted her chair closer to RJ. She gave
him a venomous smile and asked, "RJ, do you enjoy going to church with your
mother?"
The question surprised RJ. He glanced at his mother sitting
next to him.
Rachel nodded nervously. "Go ahead, baby. Answer Dr.
Montgomery's questions."
RJ turned back to the woman and said, "Yeah. It's fun."
Montgomery smiled again, to show RJ how happy she was that
he was now talking to her. "Do you enjoy being a part of their youth group?"
"Sure. I suppose."
"What do you enjoy about it?"
RJ shrugged. "The kids are nice to me. They don't bully me
like the kids at school. And Auntie and Roderyk are a lot of fun."
Vampire lady's mouth twitched. "Roderyk? He's the man who
just started helping with the youth there, right?"
RJ nodded.
"Do you like Roderyk?"
RJ nodded again. "He's very nice to me. I like him a lot."
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"How long have you known Robin McMahon?" Detective Serna
asked.
Roderyk shook his head in confusion. "Who?"
"Robin Jackson McMahon."
"I don't know anyone by that name."
Susan Daniels put her hand on top of Serna's, interrupting
him. "He goes by the name of RJ. His mother is Rachel McMahon. They attend your
church, and RJ is in the youth group."
Roderyk nodded his head. "Yes, I know RJ and Rachel. I met
them a few weeks ago when I arrived here in the United States."
Serna made a note on his pad. "You came here from Germany, I
believe?"
"Yes. I lived in Bamberg."
"Were you in some kind of trouble in Germany? Is that why
you came to the U.S.?"
Roderyk frowned, shaking his head. "No. I've never been in trouble
in my life."
"Then why did you come here?"
"My Auntie asked me to come. To help her with her farm."
Serna scribbled more notes, then asked, "Are you aware of
any sexual abuse that RJ McMahon may have suffered?"
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Dr. Montgomery leaned closer to RJ, her face oozing with
sympathy. "RJ, I understand you told the other children at school that you are
gay."
RJ looked up, alarmed.
Rachel rapidly turned her head and stared at RJ. "You did?"
she asked. "Why did you say that?"
RJ's eyes immediately filled with tears and he dropped his
head onto his arms, refusing to look at anyone.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dr. Montgomery said. "I thought you knew,
Ms. McMahon." She turned to Erin Masters with an accusatory look.
Erin grimaced and said, "It's my fault, Rachel. I should
have told you when I showed you the essays."
RJ sat up and stared at his mother and teacher, with tears
pouring down his cheeks. "No. You shouldn't have. It was none of your business.
And if I wanted my mom to know, I would have told her myself!"
Rachel tried to take RJ's hand, but he yanked it away. "RJ! Sweetie!
I'm your mother. I need to know these things."
"It wouldn't have mattered if I did tell you, Mom. It's my
problem. I'm handling it, okay?"
"But, sweetie, why would you lie about something like that?"
Rachel asked.
RJ stared at his mother, stunned. "Lie? Mom, I didn't lie. I
AM gay!"
He jumped up and ran out of the room. Erin Masters stood up
and said, "Let me go talk to him. I'll calm him down and bring him back."
Rachel shook her head and sighed. Turning to Dr. Montgomery,
she asked, "Why wouldn't he tell me first?"
Dr. Montgomery reached over and patted Rachel's hand. "There
could be many reasons. I'll work with both of you later, if you wish. For now,
the important thing is to get RJ to admit that Roderyk Meyer molested him. Please
don't be shocked when you hear that. It isn't RJ's fault, but he will blame
himself. Your role in this is to support him. My role is to heal him. Together,
we'll see that he successfully overcomes this brutal mistreatment." She nodded
her head, silently urging Rachel to agree.
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"So you have no knowledge of RJ
McMahon being sexually abused?" Serna asked.
Roderyk snapped, "I said that twice. Why do you keep asking
me the same questions over and over?"
Serna looked back at his pad. "Have you witnessed RJ
suffering any form of abuse?"
Roderyk shook his head. "No. I haven't ... wait, I did see
some boys at his school bullying him."
Serna looked up. "When was this?"
Roderyk stared up at the ceiling, thinking back. "About a
week ago."
"What were you doing at RJ's school?"
"Taking him a permission slip to attend the church lock-in. He
and his mom had to leave early, so they forgot to pick one up."
As Serna scribbled on his pad, he asked, "Do you have any
children at this school?"
"No. I'm not married."
Serna squinted at Roderyk. "Do you often go to schools, even
though you have no children attending there?"
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RJ had his arms crossed and was staring at his feet.
Dr. Montgomery tilted her head down and studied RJ. "RJ, I
need to ask you some questions, and it's very important that you answer them
honestly."
RJ nodded his head slightly.
Dr. Montgomery pulled out a notebook and opened it to an
empty page. "Now RJ, you said Roderyk is nice to you. What kind of nice things
does he do for you?"
RJ mumbled, "Stuff."
"What kind of stuff, RJ?"
"Games and swimming and stuff like that."
"Do you like playing games with him?"
"Yes."
"What games do you play?"
RJ shrugged. "Different kinds."
Dr. Montgomery sighed. "RJ, it will be very helpful if you
provide more detailed answers to my questions."
He looked up and said, "We pretended we were competing in
the Olympics. He divided us up into teams. We had to put a pillow in a pillow
case and make card houses. And we wrapped Roderyk and Anthony in toilet paper. It
was fun. I had a good time. All of us did." RJ stared at the psychiatrist
defiantly.
The three women exchanged concerned looks.
Dr. Montgomery turned to RJ and asked, "While you played
these games, did Roderyk ever touch you in a private place? Either by accident
or deliberately?"
RJ blushed, remembering how he had squeezed Roderyk's cock
during the mummy game. He looked down at his feet and mumbled, "No."
The psychiatrist frowned and scribbled something in her
notebook.
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Detective Serna stared hard at Roderyk for a moment, then
said, "Mr. Meyer, I'm going to ask you point blank ... have you ever touched RJ
McMahon's groin?"
"WHAT? NO!" Roderyk exclaimed.
"Have you ever touched his penis?"
"NO!"
"Have you touched his bottom in a sexual way?"
"Absolutely not! Why would even suggest such a thing?"
"Mr. Meyer, please let me ask the questions."
Roderyk's face was bright red. "I don't like the questions
you're asking. And I especially don't like what you're implying! What gives you
the right to ask me such ridiculous questions?"
Serna shrugged. "You were advised of your rights at the
beginning of this interview, Mr. Meyer. You can refuse to answer my questions
if you want, but I recommend you tell us the truth. We're on your side, believe
it or not, and it will be best if you are honest with us."
"I AM being honest with you!" Roderyk shouted.
One of the deputies standing behind Roderyk stepped forward
and clamped his hand on Roderyk's shoulder. "You need to calm down, sir."
Roderyk pulled away and turned to look up at the deputy. "YOU
try sitting here and having someone ask YOU questions like these and stay calm
about it."
The deputy snapped back, "I'm not the one who molested a
little boy."
"NEITHER DID I!" Roderyk shouted, standing to his feet.
The deputies sprang into action, grabbing Roderyk and
slamming him into the floor. They struggled briefly as one deputy pressed
Roderyk's face into the carpet with a knee across his neck. The other twisted
Roderyk's arms behind his back and handcuffed him. Then they picked him up and
shoved him down in the chair. "SIT THERE and ANSWER THE QUESTIONS!" one
shouted. "Don't get up again."
Serna, shaking his head, asked, "Has RJ McMahon ever touched
your penis?"
Roderyk licked the blood from his cracked lip and clinched
his teeth. "I choose to exercise my right to remain silent."
Serna looked at Susan Daniels. She shrugged. Serna looked at
the deputies. "Put him in a holding cell."
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"RJ, I cannot tell you how very, very important it is for
you to tell us the truth. You did nothing wrong, and we aren't upset at you. But
we need to know everything that Roderyk did with you."
RJ finally looked up from his feet and stared at Dr.
Montgomery. The red and purple flashes of lightning around her head were at war
now, dancing around her and striking each other. RJ knew she couldn't be
trusted. He glared at her and said, "Nothing. Happened. With. Roderyk! We
haven't had sex. We haven't done anything. I know what you're
getting at, and you're wrong. NOTHING HAPPENED!" RJ turned to his mother and
said, "I want to go now, Mom. I don't want to talk to her anymore."
Rachel was torn with indecision.
RJ stood up and grabbed his mother's hand, tugging her
toward the door. "I'm not staying here any longer, Mom. Let's go."
Rachel looked back over her shoulder at Erin Masters and Dr.
Montgomery. They seemed as frustrated and disappointed as Rachel.
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Roderyk stared at the walls of the small holding cell. He
was in a small cage—there was no other way to describe it—in a windowless room
holding three other cages just like his. For some reason, the bars of the
holding cell reminded him of the birdcage in his apartment in Bamberg. That
would make him the songbird, sitting powerless upon his perch, wondering if he
would ever be set free.
Was it just last night that Auntie was reading about the
Apostle Paul sitting in a Roman prison, writing to his friends, telling them
that it was possible to be victorious no matter what your situation might be?
More than conquerors? Wasn't that what Paul had written? Funny,
but Roderyk didn't feel like he was able to conquer anything at the moment. He
couldn't even control his own feelings for RJ, and now those feelings might
ruin his life.
The door to the room opened and Detective Serna stepped
inside. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me what happened with the boy? This
is your last chance."
Roderyk sighed. "I told you, Detective. Nothing happened. Nothing
at all."
The detective nodded and took out a set of keys. He unlocked
the door to the holding cell and said, "You're free to go, Mr. Meyer. But stay
in town. We may have more questions for you later."
The end of UNCAGED, Chapter Eleven