Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2023 02:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 16 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 16


"Glad to see you two have kissed and made up," Ronda said, as Ry and
Charlie came down stairs the next morning.


"We definitely did," Ry said, causing Charlie to blush and scurry to
the kitchen.


"Billy called," Ronda said, ignoring her youngest's reaction. "He's
coming over later to pick up Charlie. He has the paperwork, but Rick is
still refusing to sign it till after the meeting."


"That was quick," Ry said, taking Bethany from Ronda. "Did he say what
time?"


"Around three, I think. He's coming after his classes. He and Trevor
will be there to supervise. I would've offered, but I have deadlines."


"I have work, too. I wish they would've picked a better day, though."


Charlie came back in with a warmed bottle and took his daughter from Ry,
who informed Charlie of the plan. Much to everyone's surprise, Charlie
didn't protest. "Trevor will be there, so everything should be fine."


"You don't have to stay very long," Ronda assured Charlie. "Just let
Trevor know when you're ready to leave. If that doesn't happen, call me,
and I'll be right over."


"We'll see. I just want to get this all over with, you know? I haven't
wanted to use since I came home, but I know I need to get help."


"We also need to get the ball rolling with the Courts, too," Ry added.
"It's only a matter of time before someone comes looking for you and
Bethany."


Charlie was actually surprised that hadn't happened already. CPS was on
the way to the hospital when he left with Bethany. He even saw the
caseworker talking to a nurse as he walked out the door with his
daughter, barely having had enough time to say goodbye to Sam.


Ronda was glad the boys were home for most of the day. They took care of
the baby while she handled her caseloads. A few women called looking for
help and assistance, one had been in a nasty brawl with her boyfriend.
Fortunately, in Ronda's opinion, the boyfriend was still in the ER
getting stitches from "accidentally falling on a cast iron skillet."
Ronda mostly worked with women in port rehab recovery, but we also
handled a few domestic violence and sexual assault cases. It was a
stressful job, but she was glad to have a place to focus her energy. She
was also glad that her ex-husbands were never abusers, and aside from
Will, Rick wasn't a child predator.


Ry left for work around 2:30pm, and Billy arrived about an hour later.


"Hi," Billy said, as he walked into the house. He looked nervous
towards Charlie, whom he hadn't seen in quite a long time. "You've
gotten bigger."


"Yeah," Charlie said, coldly. "It's what happens when you get older."


Billy shifted nervously as Charlie gathered his things. He walked over to
the bassinet and looked in. His face lit up at the sight of his niece. He
could definitely see Charlie in her. It reminded him of the day Charlie
came home from the hospital. Billy, who was known as Kyle back then, was
so happy to have a baby brother. He was just 6-years-old and felt that
the little baby on his lap was his whole life.


"What's wrong?" Charlie asked out of genuine concern.


Billy wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at his half-brother. "I'm
so, so sorry, Charlie. I never once meant to hurt you in any way. If I
could take it all back, I would in an instant. I've missed you so much. I
know things have changed between us, but if there's any way to fix our
relationship, please let me know. I love you, Charlie." It was too much,
and Billy crumpled.


Charlie caught his brother and guided him to the couch. He felt awkward
holding Billy, as the latter sobbed in his lap. Charlie had acknowledged
long ago that Billy couldn't have known what Justin was at the time the
two started dating. Justin kept that side of him hidden from everyone.


His true anger and resentment came from Billy's attitude after coming
out. Before then, Charlie idolized his brother. His brother seemed to be
two different people: Kyle and Billy. Kyle was the dorky, friendly
brother who wanted to hang out with Charlie and play games. Billy was a
self-absorbed douchebag who only looked out for himself and had no time
for Charlie. It was Kyle he missed, and Billy could just go fuck himself.
It was Billy who let Justin get close to Charlie, and Charlie believed
that Kyle never would have.


"Billy," Charlie said, "it's all very complicated. It doesn't really
make sense to me, either. People change, and not always for the better.
We can only learn from our mistakes and move on from there."


Billy sat up and collected himself. "That's pretty wise for a
14-year-old."


"I think it's something Ry said, once, so...."


"I guess that makes sense."


"Would you like to hold Bethany?" Charlie offered, even shocking
himself.


Of course Billy did. Charlie watched as Billy held his niece for the
first time. She was grumpy, having been woken up for the introduction.
Ronda came out to see why the baby was crying, and nearly started crying
herself at the sight of her own babies sitting together. She quickly took
a pic without anyone knowing.


"Everything alright?" She asked, walking into the room proper.


"Yeah," Charlie said, knowing the question was more directed at him.
"Things are fine for now."


She watched her boys and granddaughter. Ronda wanted to say more but
chose to let the situation be what it was. She knew there was still
baggage between her sons (all three of them) that they'd have to work out
themselves. There would've been a time where she would've sat them all
down and made them hash it out, but the oldest two were adults, the
youngest was on his way to being one, so they needed to learn to work it
out on their own.


Billy handed Bethany his mother. "I don't know how long Dad is planning
on this visit being. I'll let you know when Charlie is on his way home
and who's bringing him."


"Okay. Don't let Rick blow up on Charlie. He might seem okay now, but we
don't want Charlie relapsing."


"And I don't want Dad stressed out and self-harming again," Billy added
before hugging his mother. "Ready?" Billy asked his brother.


"I guess," Charlie replied. He kissed his daughter and hugged his
mother, who whispered to call her if something happens.


Charlie hadn't been to Billy's place since before Will died. Though the
place looked relatively the same, especially the outside, there were some
noticeable changes. For starters, the furniture was different and the
pictures on the wall were mostly of Billy, their dad and Trevor. Some of
the other pictures were of himself, Ry, their mother and Will. One
picture, centered amongst them all, caught his attention the most.


It was taken on Pride Day just before they moved to Washington. Ry was
still in his wheelchair. Charlie was 7-years-old and was suffering from a
lot of PTSD. Ry was still paralyzed from the waist down. Ry and Billy had
been officially adopted by their dad a couple months prior, and they were
still boyfriends. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at how he was
dressed. He was covered in rainbows and looked like a fool.


A tear rolled down his cheek. He saw the innocence on the little boy's
face. How happy and carefree he was. Little did that precious child know
that only a few short years from then, his innocence would be stolen from
him by a monster, and the move would be among the worst things to happen
to him and his family.


"Hey," Billy whispered. Charlie jumped, having not heard his brother.
"Are you okay?"


"Yeah, I'm fine," Charlie lied, as he cleaned off his face. "Lets get
this over with."


Charlie sat at the table and waited for his dad. Rick had moved into
Charlie's and Ry's old room, leaving Trevor and Billy to sleep in the
master bedroom, which was Will's. The office remained as it was, which
Billy and Trevor used for their schooling and work.


Charlie was shocked at how frail his dad looked. He remembered how Rick
had been a muscular, logger-type guy, with a "dad bod." The man before
him looked thin and old. He walked slowly as if drugged. Charlie guessed
it was the medications he was on for depression and anxiety.


"Hi, Dad," Charlie said, once his father looked more comfortable.


"Hi, Charlie. I'm glad you came."


I really didn't have much of a choice, now did I? Charlie thought to
himself. "How are you?"


"Oh, up and down, but I'm doing better now that you're here. How about
you? How's the baby?"


"Bethany and I are fine."


Their conversation continued as a volley of pleasantries for a good
half-hour. It was clear that neither wanted to upset the other. Billy
hung out in the living room, pretending to not pay attention to the
conversation, while sending real-time texts to Trevor who was at work
till 5pm. He was glad that, though things were tense, they were still
going well, until....


"When are you planning on letting me see my granddaughter?" Rick asked.


Charlie paused and every muscle in Billy's body knotted up. They both
knew their dad was going to ask that question at some point, but neither
expected it to be that soon.


"I don't know yet," Charlie replied. "I haven't given it much thought,
to be honest," which was a lie, because he was pretty sure he was never
going to let his dad anywhere near his daughter.


"I'm her grandfather," Rick said. "I have a right to see her."


"Is anyone thirsty?" Billy asked, getting to his feet. "Or hungry? I
can make something really quick or whatever?" It was no use, as the
other two had already locked gazes.


"You don't have a right. She's my kid, not yours."


"I'm your father."


"You haven't been a real father to me since before you dated that
fucking cunt."


Anger flashed in Rick's eyes. "Don't talk to me like that in my house."


"It's not your house," Charlie said, defiantly. "This is Billy's
house, which was left to him by Will, the only father figure in my life
who actually gave a flying fuck about me."


"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"


"I think you two need to separate," Billy said, as he approached the
table; however, he knew it was too late, having seen Rick in this state
many times before.


"You know exactly what it means! While you were fucking that dead-ass
bitch, Will was there for me. While you were seeing her behind our backs,
Will was there for me. While she was tormenting me, you allowed it and
only stopped when Will made you. Don't try to play dumb now, Dad! I have
little doubt that Will was combing the ends of the Earth looking for me,
when Justin was drugging and raping me to death, while you sat on your
ass crying because your dumbass, fucking whore of a cunt had her brains
blown out of the back of her fucking skull...like she deserved!"


Everything Charlie had been holding back since he was rescued all those
years ago finally came out. He looked at Rick with all the hatred he
could muster. As much as he resented Billy, he hated his father even
more. "If it wasn't for your selfishness, none of this would've fucking
happened, you weak, pathetic, sniveling excuse for a human being. I used
to look up to you, and now, I can't stand to be near you. You want to
know when you can see MY daughter? How about the day you fucking die?
Now, you've had your little reunion, so sign those fucking papers."


Billy just stood there in total shock and disbelief. Charlie had always
had a temper, very much like their mother, but never in a million years
did you ever think Charlie would say suck vile vitriol. He looked to
their father, waiting for the other shoe to drop, and his heart broke at
the sight of Rick.


Rick was visibly shaken. Tears poured out of his eyes and fell from his
face. He was hurt more by Charlie's words than anything he had witnessed
on the night Brenda was murdered and the night Will tried framing him for
Justin's torture and death. Charlie's words hurt, because they were his
own guilt verbalized. Everything Charlie accused him of was exactly how
he felt about it all.


He did turn a blind eye to Brenda's treatment of Charlie, because he was
alone and couldn't have the open relationship with Billy that he wanted.
He was still reeling from the shock of Brenda's murder, which he had
witnessed, when Justin kidnapped Charlie. Will took over everything,
assuring him that it was for the best to find Charlie. Rick told himself
at the time that he couldn't do more, because Will had everything taken
care of. Rick tried his best to make up for it once Charlie was found,
but it only backfired, since they were both too traumatized to have a
functioning relationship. Then, of course, Charlie ran away this last
time.


"Billy," Rick said, choking on his own tears. "Get the custody papers,
please."


Billy wiped away his own face and got the forms from the office. He
helped his lover fill-out the forms. Once the task was done, Rick simply
walked away and went back to his room.


"I can see myself home," Charlie said, calmly, taking the forms from a
still speechless Billy, and he left before his own guilt overrode his
anger.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 17***