Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2023 13:31:00 -0400
From: ronyx@woh.rr.com
Subject: Seth on the Road to Chaos  Chapter 19

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Seth on the Road to Chaos    Chapter 19



Blake walked over and hugged me tightly. He pulled away, looked around
the bedroom and tearfully said, "I can't believe your aunt and uncle
are going to let me stay with them."

"You can't let them down," I replied.

He promised, "I won't. It's like I've been given another chance. I'm
not going to mess it up."

"You better not," I replied as I leaned in and kissed him.

Blake pulled away and looked sadly at me. "What about you?" Tears
welled up in his eyes. "What's going to happen to you?"

"I don't know," I sighed as I walked over and sat on the edge of the
bed. Blake sat down closely beside me. "I guess I'll find out in a
little while when Mr. Ellis returns."

Blake gripped my hand and squeezed it. "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No," I responded. "This is something I have to do alone." Tears
appeared in my eyes. "I guess I can always come here to stay."

Blake smiled and replied, "That would be kind of cool."

I rose and started pacing around the room. "I wonder what's happening
with Craig?"

"Can you call him?" asked Blake. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I
had forgotten to turn it on. When I did, I noticed several messages. None
were from Craig. Four were from Stacy. I knew that they were probably
threats, so I deleted them without even reading them. Ty had also left a
message, and there were two from Roni. Ty said he heard what happened,
and he wanted to know if I was okay and to give him a call. Roni wanted
to know where we were. She said she had called Craig a dozen times and he
wasn't answering.

"Is everything okay?" asked Blake when I closed my phone.

"Yeah," I responded. "People want to know if I'm okay." I sat back
down beside him. I yawned and said, "I'm kind of tired. Let's lay down
for a minute before dinner."

I didn't have to say anything more. Blake toed off his shoes, removed
his shirt and lay down. He watched as I did the same. He turned onto his
side, and I put my arm around him and snuggled into his body.

He purred, "This is nice."

"It is," I replied as I pulled him tighter to me. "I wish life wasn't
so complicated, and we could do this without all the bullshit we have to
go through."

He responded sadly, "Maybe someday."

I asked, "Do you think we'll ever be happy?"

He rolled over and faced me with tears in his eyes. "I don't know,
Seth," he replied. "I almost gave up on being happy." He leaned
forward, kissed me and said, "Until I met you."

I grinned and asked, "What about Craig?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled. "Him too."

"It's crazy," I replied, "I can't believe what we did this morning.
Do you regret it?"

He shook his head and asked, "Do you?"

"No," I said. "I thought it was kind of special that the three of us
made love like that."

"I felt the same way," he said.

I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling. "All my life I
thought I wanted a boyfriend. But today I felt different. I felt like I
could love two guys at the same time."

"I thought the same thing," replied Blake. "It's like I love you both
equally."

I turned and stared into his eyes. "So, you don't think it's wrong?"

"No," he smiled. "As long as you're okay with it." I leaned over and
kissed him.

"I am," I said. Blake rolled onto his side, and I snuggled into his
warm body. I wanted to make love, but I was too tired. Blake gripped my
arm, and soon we were both sound asleep.

We were awakened an hour later with someone tapping on the door. I put on
my shirt and walked over and opened it. It was Uncle Steve. He walked in,
looked at Blake still lying in bed and asked, "Did you boys get some
sleep?"

Blake sat up and replied, "Yes, Uncle Steve."

He walked over and pushed on the mattress. "Is the bed comfortable?
It's been on this bed since Charles was a little boy. It may be time for
a new one."

"It's fine," Blake assured him.

"Good," said Uncle Steve. "Marie sent me up to tell you boys that
dinner is ready." His smile turned to a frown. "Mr. Ellis is
downstairs. He's back from his meeting with Craig's parents."

"Is Craig okay?" I asked worriedly.

"He didn't say," replied Uncle Steve. "He's joining us for dinner,
so I guess we'll find out soon enough." He patted me on my shoulder.
"Now, wash your hands and come down for dinner." He started to laugh.
"It's hard to say where your hands have been."

"Uncle Steve!" I squealed. "You're dirty old man!" He laughed louder
as he left the room.

Blake giggled and said, "I'm going to like staying here. Uncle Steve is
funny."

"Wait until he puts shaving cream on your hand and then wakes you up,"
I laughed.

Blake gave me a puzzled look and asked, "What's that mean?"

"You'll find out," I laughed. "We better get downstairs." We headed
out the door and walked across the hall to the bathroom. After watching
each other relieve ourselves, we washed our hands and headed downstairs.
The adults were sitting talking quietly when we entered the dining room.

Aunt Marie looked up, smiled, and told us to have a seat across from Mr.
Ellis. I sat down nervously and looked over at him. I asked, "Is Craig
alright?" Aunt Marie suggested that we eat first, and then we could
discuss Craig's situation after dinner. I ate very little because I was
worried about what had happened to him. Blake, however, ate like it was
his last meal.

When we finished, Blake and I cleaned the table and put the dirty dishes
in the dishwasher while the adults went into the family room to talk. I
tried to hear what they were saying, but they were talking very softly so
we couldn't listen. When we finished, we went into the room and sat
together on a loveseat.

Mr. Ellis smiled slightly, cleared his throat and said, "First, Boys,
Craig is okay." I let out a breath of air that I had been holding since
sitting down. "I don't want to go into too much detail because it is a
private matter between Craig and his parents. If he wants to talk about
it later, then he has every right to do so."

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Is he getting kicked out of his house?"

"No," replied Mr. Ellis. "Let's just say his parents were very upset
with what has happened, but they aren't going to do anything rash like
putting him out of his house."

"He's lucky," muttered Blake.

I asked, "Are we going to be able to see him again?"

"That wasn't discussed," he replied. "But since you go to the same
school, I don't see why you wouldn't."

"Does Craig want to see us again?"

Mr. Ellis grinned and replied, "I don't think you have anything to
worry about. All the way to his house, he talked about how much you guys
meant to him. I don't think an army could stop him from seeing you
guys." He looked at Blake and asked, "Are you going to be happy with
the arrangement of living here?"

"Yes, Sir," responded Blake excitedly. "I promised Uncle Steve I'm
not going to give them any problems." He looked at Uncle Steve and
smiled.

"That's wonderful," replied Mr. Ellis. "I've already made a few
phone calls. When I get to my office in the morning, I'll get the
paperwork started. If your parents agree, then it should only take a day
or two to finalize everything." I took Blake's hand and squeezed it
tightly. I wasn't sure what would happen to me, but I was glad that
things would be better for him.

Mr. Ellis looked worriedly at me. "Well, Seth?" he asked, "Are you
ready now?"

Blake squeezed my hand so tightly, it hurt. Tears welled up in my eyes,
and I nodded my head. "I think so, Sir." He rose and shook my aunt and
uncle's hand. He then turned to me and asked if I was ready. I gave
Blake a tight embrace. I wanted to kiss him, but I remembered what Uncle
Steve had said earlier. I walked over and hugged Aunt Marie and Uncle
Steve. Both had tears in their eyes. I then headed out the door and
followed Mr. Ellis to his car.

In a few minutes, I would learn my fate.

Mr. Ellis tried to prepare me for what to expect. He said each case is
different, but most parents react the same way. They are first surprised
and shocked to find out their child is gay. However, over time, most
parents begin to accept it.

"What about Blake?" I asked. "His parents kicked him out of the
house." I was wondering if my mother would do the same to me. At least I
knew that I could go stay with Aunt Marie and Uncle Steven if she did.

Mr. Ellis replied, "It's not unusual, but it does happen. That is why
my organization exists. We try to help keep young people off the street
and provide them with safe places to stay. Your aunt and uncle are
remarkable people for taking Blake in. He's going to get a lot of
support he hasn't had in years."

"I know," I replied as tears filled my eyes. "I'm happy for him."
Mr. Ellis looked at me and smiled.

Soon, we pulled up in front of my house. My hands were shaking so bad
that I had to press them against my legs. My breathing became more rapid,
and I felt weak. I had no idea what would happen when I entered the
house. I would have given anything to turn the clock back twenty-four
hours. However, life isn't that simple. I had made a big mistake, and
now I had to face the consequences- whatever they may be.

I stood behind Mr. Ellis as he knocked on the door. My mother sounded
very upset when he introduced himself to her. I held my head down as I
entered. Suddenly, we were standing face to face. Before I realized what
was happening, she slapped me across the face.

She screamed, "What the hell is wrong with you, Seth!" She pulled her
hand back to slap me again, but Mr. Ellis stopped her.

"Mrs. Miller! If you put your hands on this boy one more time, I'm
taking him out of here and calling the police!"

She cried as she looked disappointedly at me and asked, "Why, Seth?
Why?"

She walked over to the sofa, sat down, buried her head in her hands and
began crying. "I leave home for a few days, and I come back to this
mess." She looked up sadly and said, "My son is gay, and he's having
sex with my daughter's boyfriend." Tears streamed down her face as she
asked again, "Why, Seth? Why?"

What could I say? Mr. Ellis put his hand on my back and patted it. He
pointed to an armchair off to the side and told me to sit in it. He then
sat down beside my mother. He said soothingly, "Mrs. Miller, we have to
talk about this. I know you are hurting, but..." He looked over at me.
"Seth is hurting also."

She looked at me angrily and snarled, "He should be!" She asked, "How
long has this been going on?"

Mr. Ellis interrupted and said, "It would be best if we take this one
step at a time. Perhaps, we should discuss Seth's sexual identity, and
then we'll go from there."

"What's to discuss?" snapped my mother as she looked at me with hate
in her eyes. "My son is queer. He could have at least told me. He
didn't have to go behind my back and have sex with Stacy's boyfriend.
She's so distraught right now. She's been doing nothing but crying
since it happened." She rose and started to approach me. "And my god,
Seth! You had your sister arrested!"

Mr. Ellis rose and grabbed my mother's arm. She tried to pull it away,
but he had a firm grip on it. "Sit down, Mrs. Miller," he pleaded.
"Please?" She gave me another angry look before sitting down and crying
again.

Suddenly, we heard someone bounding down the stairs. I turned and saw
Stacy charging across the room at me with a boot. "You Mother Fucker!"
she shouted. "I'll kill you!" She swung the boot at me, but I was able
to duck. Mr. Ellis grabbed her from behind and tried to stop Stacy from
attacking me.

My mother rose and started screaming at Mr. Ellis. "Get your hands off
her!" I tried to pull my mother away.

"Let me at that faggot!" screamed Stacy. "I'll kill him!"

Suddenly, the front room door opened, and Aunt Marie and Uncle Steve
entered. Aunt Marie rushed over and grabbed my mother while Uncle Steve
helped Mr. Ellis subdue Stacy. She kept kicking and trying to bite them.
In one swift jerk, Uncle Steve pulled Stacy away and held her arms
tightly as he pulled her away. We listened as Stacy called me every gay
slur she could think of. Her shouting became muted, so I assumed my uncle
had put his hand over her mouth to shut her up.

"Ouch! Damn, Stacy!" We heard him scream. "You bit me!" The bedroom
door slammed shut, and we could hear him shouting at Stacy.

Aunt Marie was sitting beside my mother. She was crying as she said, "I
knew something like this was going to happen. That's why Steven and I
rushed over here."

My mother was inconsolable. She was crying with her head buried in her
hands. Aunt Marie was trying to comfort her by rubbing her back. Mr.
Ellis was pacing around the family room unsure what to do next. I think
he was considering calling the police to restore the chaos that was
occurring.

He finally sat beside my mother and said, "We need to talk about this
Mrs. Miller. Right now, I don't think this is a safe environment for
Seth to be in." He looked at me, and I nodded my head. Within just the
past few minutes, I had been slapped by my mother and violently attacked
by my twin sister. I was beginning to wonder if I could ever return home.

My mother raised her head, wiped her eyes dry with a tissue and said,
"I'm okay." She drew a long breath and continued. "I can do this. I
can handle it." She looked at me with a sad expression. "But I'm not
going to like it."

Mr. Ellis took her hand and squeezed it. "It's not going to be easy for
anyone," he replied. "It will take time, but someday you will be able
to accept your son."

With tears running down her cheek, she replied, "I can accept that Seth
is gay. I've suspected it for some time." She looked over and cried,
"But did it have to be with Craig?" She buried her head in her hands
and began to cry again.

Mr. Ellis looked at me and nodded his head. I said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I
never meant for it to happen. I never wanted to hurt you or Stacy."

She looked up and asked, "Then why did you let it happen? Why did you
seduce him? Couldn't you have found your own boyfriend? Did you have to
take Stacy's boyfriend?"

"Mom," I started to cry. "You've got this all wrong. I never forced
Craig to do anything. He wanted me." I then said the words I thought I
would never say. "We love each other."

"Oh, God!" my mother sobbed.

Mr. Ellis took my mother's hand and squeezed it. "It's true, Mrs.
Miller. I talked to Craig and his parents earlier. Craig confessed to
them that Seth didn't force him into a relationship. He wanted it. He
cares very deeply for your son."

She raised her head and asked, "So, all this time he's been lying to
Stacy?"

Aunt Marie took her other hand and squeezed it. "It appears that way,
Dear."

My mother sat up and said adamantly, "I don't ever want him to step
foot inside this house again." I wanted to object. However, I knew that
this wasn't the right time to do it. That argument would have to wait
for another day.

Mr. Ellis said, "We need to discuss Seth's situation. Right now, I'm
not comfortable leaving him here in your care."

My mother replied adamantly, "Seth is my son. I've taken care of him
for sixteen years. I think I can take care of him now."

"I'm not worried about his care," replied Mr. Ellis. "I'm worried
about his safety. What happened earlier has me concerned."

My mother began to cry as she looked over at me. "I'm sorry I slapped
you, Seth. I was just so upset over everything that happened. I came home
to a mess. Stacy has been doing nothing but ranting and raving since I
picked her up at the police station. I just assumed everything that
happened was your fault." She started to approach and hug me, but I
backed away. I wasn't sure how heartfelt her words were, or if she was
trying to put on a good show for Mr. Ellis.

Just then, we heard Uncle Steven coming down the stairs. He looked like
he had just spent ten rounds inside a boxing ring with Mike Tyson. His
face was drawn, and he was breathing heavily. He also had several
noticeable bloody scratches on his face.

"She's asleep," he sighed. "I think she's exhausted."

Aunt Marie rose from the sofa. "We're going home," she announced.
"She walked over and wrapped her arm around mine. "Seth is going with
us."

"But..." replied my mother.

"Julie," responded my aunt very adamantly. "I think it is best that
Seth return to our house tonight. Emotions have gotten the best of
everyone. Let's sleep on everything that has happened. Steve and I will
bring Seth back home tomorrow afternoon. We'll all sit down and talk
about it some more."

Mr. Ellis walked over and stood beside my aunt. "I think this is a good
idea," he agreed. "If you want, I can come back with you." He looked
at me, and I nodded my head. I wanted him to be around in case my mother
or Stacy attacked me again. He had dealt with situations like this
before, so he would know how to respond if things got out of hand again.

"Come, Dear," said my aunt as she pulled me toward the door. She looked
at my uncle and told him to come to my room and get me some clean clothes
for me.

"And get my laptop and phone charger," I said. My phone's battery was
almost dead, and I would need it to call Craig later. We left, and a few
minutes later, Uncle Steve and Mr. Ellis came outside. My mother stood at
the top of the steps and looked sadly down at me.

I felt like shit. I had put her through so much. She had left for a few
days to attend a conference, and she had to return to so much chaos. I
understood why she was so angry. I felt that I deserved it. If I had not
tried to hide that I was gay for so long, much of what had happened could
have been avoided. I could have found a boyfriend, and Craig and I would
not have formed a secret relationship. Craig would have gone on living
his life as everyone expected him to be.

Now, the walls had crashed down, and our lives were on display to
everyone. Going forward would not be easy, but at least I now had family
and friends I could trust. I had Aunt Marie and Uncle Steven. I had Blake
and Craig beside me. I also knew that I could depend on Mr. Ellis and
Mrs. Reinhart if I needed them.

I was quiet on the drive to my aunt and uncle's house. So much had
happened, and I was emotionally drained. All I wanted to do was crawl
into a bed and remain there for five days. I didn't want to deal with
anything.

When we arrived, I walked up the sidewalk and opened the door. Blake came
rushing across the room, and I fell into his body as he wrapped his arms
tightly around me.

I felt safe again.

**********

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