Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2024 10:25:34 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 21 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit helps. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18, with scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children, and adopted siblings. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about the legality, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: As of mid-August 2023, I have been using a new email address. Please contact me (copy and paste) at NIFTYJHENRY1988.2@GMAIL.COM. If you've sent me an email prior to mid-August, please forward them to me, since I've lost access to my previous account. All future submissions will also be from this account. This is the third and final book in a trilogy, which starts with my first book, "Growing Up Kyle" and continues with "Growing Up Charlie." It is highly recommended that you read those stories in order before reading this book. You can find links to them, and my other stories, on my Prolific Authors page at nifty.org/nifty/authors.htlm#johnhenry . If you would like to leave positive feedback, contact me at niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com. Chapter 21 Jason escorted Charlie down a long hall till they came to a secured door. Jason used a key card and pushed the it open. He motioned for Charlie to enter then closed the door behind them, checking to make sure it was locked. "This is Delta Pod," Jason announced. There was a decent sized sitting area with TVs, video games and couches. Along the walls were doors with small windows in them. There were six in total and all but two were open. This will be your unit until you graduate the program. Doors are to remain open at all times, unless you work night shift, then you can leave it closed till 11a.m. You are only allowed out to attend meetings, visits, appointments, etc. All meals are eaten on the unit and there's a little outdoor area through the door to the. The door to the right goes to the showers and toilets. "Your room is D2 and we have you down at the bottom bunk. Your roommate is Luis. He's been here a couple months already, and he can answer questions as they come up. There's a cleaning schedule on the bulletin board by the main door, which also has all the rules you'll need to know. Once you get phone privileges, you can set up calls through visiting. "Any questions so far?" "No," Charlie said, struggling to take everything in. To Charlie, it felt like what his mom had gone through in prison, which didn't help his nerves any. "Here your key to your room. Don't lose it. Only you and your roommate are allowed in your room, and you're not allowed in others' rooms, even if they invite you. If you have any problems, tell a staff member. "You and I will be meeting twice a week for the first month to discuss your adjustment to the program and go over any reviews and treatment work you're given. After the first month, provided you're doing well, we'll meet once a week. Our first meeting will be tomorrow at 9a.m., and you'll be given your treatment and school schedules." "Okay. Thanks." "I have little doubt that you're nervous. Everyone is nervous when they first get here. Just don't turn that nervous energy into negativity and conflict. Fighting is forbidden." 'Got it." Jason walked away but turned around once he got to the door. "One last thing: No drugs, alcohol or sex while you're here." Charlie gave him an odd look, and Jason continued, "I've been around long enough to know a player when I see one," and he left, securing the door behind him. Charlie looked at the key and went to room D2, which had a closed door. As quietly as he could, he inserted the key and turned the knob. The room was small with a set of bunk beds, two tables, two chairs and two foot lockers. On the top bunk was a small mound Charlie assumed was his roommate. He walked over to his bunk and leaned over to inspect the bedding. Charlie felt something run up his spine. He jumped, screamed, hit his head, and groaned, before collapsing on his bed. A laugh came from above him. As Charlie started to regain his bearings, the sound of bare feet hitting the floor called his attention to a kid about his own age standing in front of him. "What the fuck?" Charlie said, still clinging to his head. "Dude, you jumped so good," the kid laughed. "I'm Luis. You must be Chuck." Charlie didn't know he could scowl harder than he already was. He hated being called any but Charlie, and he especially hated being called Chuck. "It's Charlie," he said sternly. "Whatever," Luis said. He walked to the door and looked out the window. "Is Jason still around?" "No. I left before I came in here." "Good. He's a dick. Got any smoke?" "No," Charlie said, recognizing the slang for marijuana. "I don't got anything." "Good. You bring that shit in here, and we'll have beef. I'm trying to leave, and I'm not gonna let some cracker junky fuck my time up." "I'll keep that in mind," Charlie said, checking his head for blood that wasn't there. "What are you here for?" "Rehab," Charlie said. "No shit Sherlock. What exactly did you do to get your pasty, ginger ass here?" Luis said, speaking slowly. "Are you always a dick?" "No. Sometimes, I'm asleep." Charlie couldn't help but chuckle. Luis showed Charlie around the tiny common area and the even smaller patio. Luis also gave a rundown of the rules and who to avoid. "Reese the worst," Luis explained. "He's constantly in and out of here." "Why do they keep letting him back in?" "His parents are rich or something. Nobody's really sure, though, but you're just better off not talking to him. He'll try to drag you down with him. The last time he was here, he got three boys kicked out of the program before staff had to throw him out, too." "Damn," Charlie said. Around 11a.m., they were called to lunch, which Luis explained was in a cafeteria and the time that all the units saw each other outside of programs. Once their unit door was opened, they made their way to a large room full of round tables and four seats per table. They joined a line to get their lunch, and Charlie couldn't help but be reminded of the descriptions his mother gave of prison. Once they got their food, they made their way to their unit's assigned seating. "Got any brothers or sisters?" Charlie asked, looking disappointed at his very gray mashed potatoes. "Yeah, I have five brothers and two sisters. I'm the youngest." "I have two older brothers. One half-brother and one adopted." Charlie considered mentioning his daughter but changed his mind. * * * Ry was knotted up with stress. Ever since Charlie's kidnapping years before, he fell easily into the grieving process every time Charlie would disappear. He acknowledged that Charlie was safe, was in rehab and would come home after, but it didn't change the loss he felt, especially since they were more than just brothers now. Work was busy, which helped, but the new guy was being problematic. "Yo, David, coming here," Ry said sternly after seeing the guy standing around instead of doing his work. Rollo didn't respond at first, having forgotten his current alias. He was going through so many he was finding it hard to keep track. Ry nearly shouted the name when Rollo realized he was the one being summoned. "What?" He wanted nothing more than to cave in Ry's skull, but he needed his job to worm his way into Ry's life. They walked into the office. Ry fought slamming the door behind him. He took his seat at the desk and pulled a form out of a drawer. He filled it out as he asked, "Do you want this job or not?" Rollo shrugged. "I guess." Ry prided himself in not being like Gordon Ramsey, but he could see why the celebrity chef behaved the way he did. "If you don't want the job, quit. If you want the job, then start doing your fucking job. There's a pile of dishes that you're not touching. Why is that?" Prison instincts called for Rollo to take Ry's pen and stab him. If Rollo was quick enough, nobody would hear anything. Fortunately for Ry, the allure of millions of dollars was enough to quell Rollo's criminal mentality...at least for now. "I guess I didn't notice, but thanks for letting me know." "Here, sign this." Ry signed the document and pushed it towards his employee. "What's this?" "A write up. This is your first written warning." "But I didn't do anything." "Exactly. You're supposed to be working, and you haven't done a goddamn thing." "And if I don't sign it?" "It won't change anything. Signing it is an acknowledgment that you've seen it. You only get one more before you're suspended. After that, you'll go on call." "So?" Ry gave a half chuckle and said, "Basically, you'll be written off the schedule." "Cool, I'll get unemployment." "Nope. You'll still technically be employed, but you won't get any hours. You can't collect unemployment while you're technically employed, which will force you to quit, meaning you also can't collect unemployment." Rollo didn't really care either way, but needed to put on a show. "That's pretty fucked up." "Then do your fucking job." Ry pointed at the door, then said, "Make sure it hits you on the ass on your way out." Rollo grabbed the form and left. Once out of the office, he smiled to himself. A writing sample may come in handy, he thought. Thus far, he hadn't managed to definitively get one, since employees weren't allowed in the office, and he was sure the others would rat him out. For the moment, though, he couldn't risk getting fired or in more trouble, so he went back to his station to do his job, fantasizing about his plans for his fortune. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 22*** NEW EMAIL ADDRESS: As of mid-August 2023, I have been using a new email address. Please contact me (copy and paste) at NIFTYJHENRY1988.2@GMAIL.COM. If you've sent me an email prior to mid-August, please forward them to me, since I've lost access to my previous account. All future submissions will also be from this account.