Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 00:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 26 (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 26 "I'm coming," Ry called out, annoyed. He had closed the night before. Ronda made a point of taking Bethany out, so Ry could finally sleep in. The door bell rang for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I said, I'm FUCKING COMING!" He threw open the door and saw two well-dressed women. "Whatever your hocking, I don't fucking want it," he snarled, pointing to the No Soliciting sign in the living room window. He slammed the door and began to walk away. The doorbell rang again. He turned and threw open the door, rage in his eyes. "Can't you fucking read?" Both women smiled and seemed to take pleasure in pissing him off. One of the women held out a card and asked, "Are you Charles Barton?" Ry's anger slightly subsided as he took the card. Shit, he said to himself. Child Protective Services. His anger was replaced with dread. "No, I'm not, but you already knew that." "How so?" She asked, still smiling. "Do I look like a 14-year-old boy?" He didn't bother waiting for a reply. "What do you want with Charlie?" "I'm afraid that's between him and CPS." "You got half that right. I'm his brother and legal guardian, so you can either answer my question or get the fuck off my property." For the first time, their expressions changed. It was clear that they had no clue that they weren't aware of Charlie's custodial situation. "May we come in?" The second woman asked. "It might be easier to discuss this matter inside." "I'm sure it would, but until you tell me what you want with Charlie, I'm under no obligation to let you in." Ry knew that CPS had no overt legal authority, which is why they had to have the police with them to enforce court orders and what not. "It's in regards to his daughter." Shit. "Fine," he said, stepping aside. The two women entered and he showed them to the living room. Under normal circumstances, he would've offered a guest something to drink, but he had a special hatred for Child Protective Service employees and still had the surgical scars to justify his bitterness. The first woman introduced herself as Abigail Denton and the second as Tracy Knox. Ms. Denton asked, "Are we alone? I was hoping to do a welfare check on Bethany." "We are," Ry said. "My mother took Bethany with her, and I have no idea when they'll be back. Why are you wanting to do a welfare check? Has someone reported us?" "Not exactly," Ms. Knox replied. "We were notified by Washington Memorial that Charlie, is it?, had taken off with Bethany." "She is his daughter. We have the DNA test to prove it." "The paternity is of concern. It was reported to us that Charlie seemed to be intoxicated and that Bethany's mother had died, in part, to illegal narcotics." "So I've been told," Ry said, measuring his words carefully. He knew he couldn't interfere with their investigation, but he also knew he didn't have to admit to anything that he might not have reasonably known. Ms. Denton took over. "We really need to speak to Charlie about what happened at the hospital and check on Bethany." "Unfortunately, Charlie is unavailable and, again, Bethany isn't here. I also have no clue when she'll be brought back." "Is there any way you could call your mother and have her bring Bethany back early?" Ms. Knox asked. "I know it must be an inconvenience, but it shouldn't take but a few minutes." "Give me a second," Ry acquessed. He grabbed his phone and sent Ronda text, specifically mentioning CPS. * * * Ry and the two CPS case workers sat in silence as Ronda finally came through the door about 20 minutes later. Ry wondered if she took her time, hoping the women would've left already; however, there was to be no such luck. The two women stood as Ronda brought the stroller into the living room. "You must be Ronda, Charlie's mother," Ms. Denton said, introducing herself and Ms. Knox. "Yes, and Ry's mother, as well," Ronda clarified. "I understand you're here to do a wellness check on my granddaughter." "That's correct. I don't know if Ry has informed you, but there were concerned brought up by the hospital, since Charlie had left without checking with doctor or properly discharging the baby." "I see," Ronda said, looking at Ry. "Well, what exactly are you wanting to do? She's right here, sleeping peacefully. She's already had check ups with her pediatrician, so if the hospital really wanted to know, they'd have access to those records. So, ladies, tell me the real reason you're here." Ry recognized the stern look his mother was giving the state workers. He had to fight laughing, while hoping one of them didn't leave with a black eye. "I'm sorry?" Ms. Denton said, clearly stalling for time. "Did I stutter?" Ronda said. "Mrs. Barton," Ms. Knox interjected, "you're right. We're here under false pretenses. We're not permitted to give names, but we were asked to check on Bethany. We received the request after the death of her mother, Samantha Armstrong." Ry nodded, "So Samantha's parents reported us." "We can't divulge that information one way or the other," Ms. Denton said. "All reports and requests are confidential." "They'd be the only ones who would about Bethany and want an update," Ry said. "You can play dumb all you want, it's easy to sus out through the process of elimination. Either way, you've seen Bethany. She's alive, healthy and well." "We would like to look her over physically, if we man?" Ms. Denton said, looking at Ronda. "No, you may not," Ry said, crossing his arms. "With all due respect, Mr. Barton, I was talking to your mother and the child's grandmother." It was clear that Ms. Denton was sick of dealing with Ry. However, Ronda gave a slight grin and said, "I don't know why you're talking to me. He's her guardian, lady." Ms. Denton's face turned a little pink as she moved her gaze to a clearly annoyed Ry. "That's right," he said, slowly tapping his foot. "I'm both the legal guardian of Bethany and her father. I have a court order, as well, so you're going to start addressing me, and when you do, you will be respectful. Do you understand?" Ms. Knox stepped in and said, "We're sorry for the miscommunication, Mr. Barton. My colleague was out of line, and I assure you that it won't happen again." "Good," Ry said, unconvinced. "Do you have probable cause and proper medical training to do a physical exam of my niece?" "I'm sorry?" "I think I was pretty clear with my question, Ms. Knox." "We don't need probable cause--" "Actually, you do. All you have is a request for a wellness check. That doesn't give you carte blanche to conduct an unlawful search, as a baseless request is not grounds for probable cause. Not even the police can just search you because someone asked them to. You are government officials and have to follow the laws and must uphold the rights off all US citizens under the 14th Amendment. You do not get to violate her rights because you want to, which would also violate her 8th Amendment rights under deliberate indifference. "Now, you can request, as you have, but I, as her guardian, can deny that request, just as I can deny the request of the police if they don't disclose their probable cause, which brings us back to my first question: What's your probable cause? My denying your request is not grounds for probable cause, as asserting one's constitutional rights is protected." "Look, Mr. Barton," Ms. Denton said, trying to gain control of the situation, "we're just trying to do our jobs." "Yes, but qualified immunity ends the second you break the law, and at this point, you're very close to violating 18 USC 241 and 242. Are you familiar with those? If not, you may want to look them up real quick. I don't mind waiting." Ms. Knox didn't engage, while her partner pulled out her phone. Ms. Denton scoffed and said, "That a loud of crap." "Are you willing to spend up to 39 years in federal prison?" Ms. Knox asked, "What is he talking about?" Ry jumped in. "Title 18 covers crimes on a federal level. Section 242 is Deprivation of Rights under Color of Law, which basically states that nobody shall not deny rights to any US Citizen and caries a three year prison sentence per right violated. Section 241 is Conspiracy Against Rights, and when two or more people in tandem violate Section 242, everyone can face an additional 10 years, mandatory minimum, per right violated. As of this moment, you're close to violating Bethany's 5th, 8th and 14th Amendment rights, which would be an act of actual malice; thus, 39 years in federal prison. Once again, qualified immunity ends the second you knowingly violate break the law and Bethany's rights." "This can't be enforced," Ms. Denton said, growing agitated. "Again, are you willing to spend 39 years in federal prison for the sake of your ego? I've allowed you see her. She's showing no signs of abuse or neglect. The home is clean and safe. She has a legal guardian who has no criminal record, owns a business and has live in child care. There is zero reason for you to do a physical exam. "Which brings me to my second question: Are you a qualified medical expert? At best, you have bachelor's degree as a clinical social worker is not a medical degree. Even if it could be considered as much, you need to be under the supervision of someone with an advanced medical degree. However, you most likely have an associates, meaning you're just a paper pusher, which doesn't actually give you the medical expertise to differentiate between types of bruises, bumps or marks. "Given the wide scope of authority your position has, while ironically not having the knowledge or education to properly back up that authority, you could use that confirmation bias to take Bethany from my custody, forcing me to sue and drag this out in court, all because you can tell the difference between a subcutaneous bruise caused by too firm of a grip or accidental bump into a hard surface. "However, I'm will to extend my magnanimous hand. I will have Bethany checked out by her primary physician and have those records sent to Ms. Knox, who seems to be most competent of either of you. That's not beyond reason and would be an acceptable compromise for any judge in this county, thus negating any potential saber rattling you're considering." Everyone stood quietly. Ronda was very proud of her son. "I'm waiting, ladies, and my time is precious." "You have deal, Mr. Barton," Ms. Knox said. "I look forward to seeing the report and putting this matter to a rest." "Same. Before you leave, any further inquiries will need to be dealt with through my lawyer." Ry pulled out his wallet and handed over a business card. "You will not get any further audience with anyone in this household without going through him first. Please leave now." Ms. Denton looked like she wanted to argue further, but Ms. Knox got her partner to leave, with only small thank you for their time. Once the caseworkers were gone, Ronda beamed at Ry. "And where did you learn all of that? It was quite impressive." Ry sighed, "Will. We discussed rights and stuff a lot before...you know." Ronda just nodded. Had stopped liking her first ex-husband when she found out he had been cheating on her with an under aged girl, but she couldn't help but be glad that with worthless sack of shit taught her boys something worthwhile. "How about I put this one to bed, and we can sort out dinner?" "Sounds good," Ry said. Once she was out of sight, Ry sent a text to her lawyer, asking for a meeting. Will hadn't taught him any of those laws. Though he had looked them up for fun, he had basically bullshit his way through this entire monologue and wanted to make sure he hadn't completely fucked himself and his family. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 27*** Don't forget that I have a new email address, and to forward any emails you may have already sent me. My new address is: niftyjhenry1988.2@gmail.com