The Past Comes Knocking – Chapter 13

Chapter 13 — The Heart That Preys, Part 1

May 27, 2004 – Philadelphia, PA – The Radisson Plaza Hotel – Down the Hall from Heather’s Hotel Room

JT’s POV

Come on God, what in the hell is going on around here?  There’s really a little boy back there, with her.  He—he looks like her, but he also looks like he could be mixed with—with… Oh God, I—I don’t know what to say or think right now.  Come on God, what’s going on around here?  Am I going mad?  Am I fucking drunk or what?  This can’t be happening… This can’t be real!

Lawd, what in the hell is she doing here with a little boy?  What is she doing here with a little boy that she claims to be mine?  I—I’ve never slept with her or any woman for that matter, so how can she have a little boy that she claims to be mine?  How God, how is that possible?

“Oh thank God,” I heard Nikki’s voice behind me as I turned to look at her.  “What’s going on JT?”

“She really has a little boy,” I said, looking at her closely.  “The little boy looks like he could be a mixed-race child and…”

“Hmmmm,” she said, looking at me closely.  “Could be, but that doesn’t mean it’s your child JT.”

“Yeah, but—but he—he has that look and I’m having a strange vibe right now,” I said, thinking that little boy could really be mine.  I just don’t know how, since I know I’ve never had sex with her.

“How could he be yours, if you’ve never slept with her JT?”  She asked, crossing her arms across her chest.  “You have to have sex to have a child JT and as things are, you’re gay.  She doesn’t have the right equipment for you, I’m guessing.”

“I don’t know what’s going on around here Nikki, but I think that little boy down the hall is mine,” I said, shaking my head.  “I just don’t know how that is possible.”

“Well maybe you need to go find out, if you think he’s yours JT,” she said, looking at me with a strange look on her face.  “The only way you’re going to find out that information is going straight to the cow and from what I’ve heard so far, she’s back there in that room with the little boy.”

“Don’t you start too,” I said, not wanting her to start acting like Mo’ette.

“Well I’m just saying JT,” she said, looking me in the face.  “All of your answers are back there in that room.  You have to go get them, if you want to know.”

“Yes, I know and I’m scared of that,” I declared, looking down again. “But it’s really late and I think sleep is going to win out, more than my curiosity and questions right now.”

“Before you think about sleep, you’re going to be bombarded with more questions,” she said, turning and looking down the hall as she turned back to me.  “Justin.”

“Justin,” I said, looking down again, forgetting all about him.  “Damn it, I bet he’s freaking out, probably more than I am right now.”

“You think,” she said, shaking her head.  “What do you think is going through his mind right now?”

“Hell, I don’t know,” I replied, trying to actually think of what he might be thinking in a situation like this.

“Maybe you should go find out,” she said, sighing.  “I’m going back to my room.  You can fill me in on the rest of this drama, at a later time hopefully.”

“Okay,” I said as we both walked towards Heather’s room to collect our so-called counterparts.  “Thanks Nikki.”

“Anytime friend,” she said with a small smile on her face.

An Hour Later – Mutual Attraction’s Suite – JT’s Hotel Room

Justin’s POV

I just got back here and right now, I—I don’t know what to actually think about things.  Has JT been lying all these years or is Heather the one lying, like always?  I don’t know whether to believe him or her, but right now, the evidence seems to be on her side in things.  Like dang, there’s actually a little boy down there with her, so no one can actually call her a liar about that fact, but is that little boy really JT’s son or what?

God, why is this happening to me?  Is everything in my life going to be a damn hurdle?  This was supposed to be easy, not this—this damn hard.  This is really scaring the hell out of me right now.  I’ve known JT for a long time and since I’ve known him, he’s always been gay and claims he’s never laid a hand on a woman sexually, so how did that little boy, that looks so much like him, get here in our world?

“Come on God, what’s really happening here?”  I asked aloud as the light in the room came on.

“I’m not God, but I can do my best to try to answer the question,” I heard behind me as I turned around to see Marc, JT’s supposed to be ex manager, sitting on the sofa with a smug look on his face.

“What in the hell are you doing here?”  I asked, walking over to where he sat.  “You’re supposed to be in jail.”

“You know lawyers are a beautiful thing handsome,” he said, getting up off the sofa as he stood up, moving in front of me.  “If you pay them enough, they can do a whole lot for you.  I’m sure you know that already.  Come on Justin, you know money runs the world.”

“I don’t care how much you paid, you should be in jail right now for all the things you’ve done,” I said, pointing my finger in his face.  “You did a whole lot of crumby things and…”

“Do you want to know what’s going on with JT or do you want me back in jail, it’s your choice Justin,” he said, looking me in the face, knowing that my interest in what was going on would probably win out over him going back to jail for breaking the temporary restraining order that’s lingering over his head, that JT and Nikki had placed against him.

“Okay Marc, what do you know?”  I asked, keeping my eyes on him.

“No no no Justin, what do I get out of this, for telling you what you want to know?”  Marc asked, smiling at me.

“Are you trying to make a damn pass at me Marc?”  I asked, stepping back away from him.

“Let’s not call it a pass Justin, let’s just call it an incentive.  You give me something and I tell you what you want to know.  We both win with that little scenario, don’t you think?”  He asked with a smile on his face.

“How dare you!”  I snapped, turning around and walking towards the door.  “How in the hell did you get in here any damn way?”

“Regardless of what you might think Justin, I still have my sources around here,” he replied.  “Because JT and Nikki hate me, that doesn’t mean that everyone around here does.  Some people agree with some of the things I’ve done.”

“Yeah right.  Those people that agree with you are just as slimy as you are,” I said, shaking my head.  “Since you’re here, against the restraining order that JT and Nikki have against you, why don’t I help you out in a hurry and…”

“What?  No, you can’t do that Justin,” he said, rushing to get to me, grabbing my hand as I pushed him backwards off of me.  “I have something you want.  You can’t—you can’t just throw me out.”

“I’m sure I can find out what I want to know, from someone else.  I’m not about to lower myself to your slimy ass standards, just to find out some information,” I stated, crossing my arms across my chest.  “Get out of here, before you make me regret, not calling hotel security sooner.”

“Come on Justin, I know you want to know what I know,” he said with a sly smile on his face.

“No thank you,” I replied, opening the door.  “Get out Marc, before you see the police sooner than you should.”

“But I can give you what you want right now and you wouldn’t have to wait, as I’m sure you would if you waited on others to tell you,” he said, smiling brightly.  “I’m right here and I can tell you what you want, just give me what I want.”

“As I said, I can find out what you probably know from someone else, that isn’t going to try to get sex or whatever the hell it is, that you want from me right now.  Get the fuck out of here Marc!”  I snapped as a security guard rushed over to the door.

“Marc?  What in the hell are you doing here?”  The security guard asked, pulling out his walkie-talkie.  “You’re not supposed to be within one hundred feet of JT or any of the others here.”

“JT’s not here, so I’m not violating the damn restraining order,” Marc stated, moving passed the security guard.

“Where is JT?”  I asked, looking at Marc and then over at the security guard.  “That’s rather odd; I haven’t seen him since I’ve been back here.”

“He’s not here sir,” the security guard replied, looking at me strangely.

“Something’s up,” I said, moving around the security guard, walking out of the room and heading towards the suite door.

Previously – A Few Floors Down – Heather’s Hotel Room

“JT,” Heather said as she moved away from the door, extending her hand, waiting for JT to walk in.

“Okay Heather, I’m here,” JT said, walking into the room.  “What in the hell is going on here?  Who’s that little boy?”

“He’s your son JT,” Heather replied, walking over to the sofa and sitting down, motioning for JT to sit down also.  “There’s nothing more to say in that regard.”

“No Heather, there’s a whole lot more to say in this regard.  How is that little boy my son?  How in the world did we have a son together?  It’s not possible Heather, we’ve never slept together,” JT stated as he flailed his arms around.  “I’ve never slept with you to produce a child.”

“Yes, you have,” Heather stated as JT stopped and then looked at her as he got up from his seat.

“You’ve really lost your damn mind Heather,” JT stated as he shook his head and then turned around.  “We’ve never slept together.  What game are you trying to play here woman?”

“I’m not trying to play a game at all JT,” Heather responded, getting up.

“Yes you are,” JT replied, pointing his finger at Heather.  “We’ve never slept together Heather.”

“Yes, we have JT,” Heather replied, walking over to JT.

“No, we haven’t,” JT stated as he shook his head.

“Fine, if you don’t believe me, get a paternity test done,” Heather stated, looking JT in the face.  “Caleb is your son and a paternity test will prove it to you.”

“Fine, I’ll get a paternity test and when the results come back and prove that I’m not the father, you need to go and get yourself some mental help,” JT stated as he shook his head.  “I can’t believe you’re causing all of this, in the midst of something else going on.  What is wrong with you?  Like old damn times, you always had to be the center of attention and when you weren’t, you made yourself the center of attention.”

“Hold up JT, I’m not the one that’s causing something here, you are,” Heather stated as she pointed her finger at JT.  “You’re the one that’s causing a problem here, not me.  I’m here with our son, like I should be.  You’re the one that’s destroying what we should have.  You—you did this, not me.”

“What!”  JT snapped as Heather turned and looked at the bedroom door and then turned back to him.

“Calm down, don’t you dare wake up our son,” Heather chastised JT as he glared at her.

“He’s not our son, he’s your son possibly, but not mine,” JT stated as Heather shook her head with a mean look on her face.  “I can’t believe you’re doing this.  Why are you putting that little boy through this, whatever the hell this is?”

“You’re doing that, not me,” Heather stated, shaking her head again.  “It’s time that you took a role in his life.  I—I’ve raised him for ten years; it’s your turn now.”

“It’s not my turn, I’m not his father,” JT said, shaking his head.  “You really need to get yourself some help Heather.  This has gone a bit too far.  This goes further than you making claims that Fred had made passes at you, while he was drunk at one of the cast parties and that Albert, Damon and Josh had beaten you up and raped you on the set one night after rehearsals.  What are you going to say and do next woman?  How far are you willing to go Heather?”

“How dare you!”  Heather growled, glaring at JT.

“How dare I what Heather, tell the truth about your mental stability?  I shouldn’t talk about your lies?  I shouldn’t be talking about the things you’ve done to ruin the lives of other people, because they had something you didn’t have,” JT said as he shook his head.  “Because of the lies that you told, Fred lost his family!  The lies you told made his wife leave him.  She filed for divorce a few days after your little lies hit the press and she took the kids away from him.  That hurt him and drove him to drinking and even…”

“From what I hear nowadays, you would know about the drinking and the drugs too,” Heather sarcastically said, glaring at JT and then turned her head.

“Yeah, sure I do.  I know a lot about drinking, you’re one of the reasons why I drank so much back in the day.  It was always you Heather.  I always defended you to other people and then you do this to me,” JT stated as he looked down and then shook his head.  “Why are you doing this to me?  What did I ever do to you, to make you want to do something like this to me?  Do you hate me that badly?  You would have to, to do something like this to me!”

“I don’t hate you,” Heather stated, walking around the sofa to JT.  “I wish you would… JT, Caleb is your son, if you would just…”

“No Heather, stop this.  I—I’ve had enough of this,” JT said as he shook his head and then sighed.  “I’m not going to stand here and have you continuously tell me that little boy is mine, when I know he’s not.  We’ve never slept together!  Stop this madness, before you cause a bigger problem here!”

“What in the world is going on out here?”  JT heard behind him as he turned to see the woman he saw earlier, standing there with her hands on her hips.  “Caleb is awake and he wants to know why his mother is fighting with some man.”

“Who in the hell are you?”  JT asked, looking at the woman strangely.

“You don’t talk to her like that,” Heather stated, glaring at JT as she walked towards the room where her son was.

“You don’t fucking tell me how to talk!”  JT snapped, shaking his head as he pointed his finger in Heather’s direction.  “Vanessa Jameson is no damn where in this room!”

“I don’t care if your mother is or isn’t in this room.  I won’t have you talking any kind of way to my friends, because you’re…” Heather stated as JT interrupted her.

“Shut the hell up Heather!”  JT snapped, walking towards Heather.  “I’ve seen and heard enough for one damn night.  I will see you in the morning so we can fix this so-called problem here.”

“What are you talking about, fix this so-called problem?”  Heather asked, looking at JT strangely.

“In the morning, we’re going to get a paternity test,” JT stated, glaring at Heather.  “Since you claim that little boy is my son, you’re going to prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything, I know the truth here JT,” Heather stated, glaring at JT.

“Well if you want recognition from me of him, being my son of course, then it needs to be proven that he’s my son and when it’s proven that he’s not, I want you to get the hell out of my life.  You’ve taken things a bit too far this time!”  JT snapped, throwing his arms up.

“Fine, have it your way JT, but you’ll be proven wrong,” Heather said with a frown on her face.  “You want a paternity test, that’s totally fine with me.”

“Fine,” JT said, glaring at Heather as he turned and walked towards the door as the other woman watched him.  “I’ll see you in the morning, bright and early.”

After 7 AM – Mutual Attraction’s Suite – JT’s Hotel Room

“Oh baby, where have you been?”  Justin asked, walking over to JT and hugging him.  “I’ve been worried to death about you.”

“I’m fine,” JT replied, pulling away from Justin as he walked over to the windows in the room.

“Are you sure, you don’t’ sound fine baby,” Justin replied, walking up behind JT.  “What’s going on?  Where have you been all night?”

“I’ve been walking around,” JT replied, sighing as he rubbed at his head.  “I’ve been trying to make sense of everything going through my mind.”

“Make sense of what baby?”  Justin asked, caressing JT’s cheek as he stepped around in front of him.

“Trying to make sense of what Heather said, what’s currently going on with my career, you, the group, everything,” JT responded as he looked down at his hands and then sniffled.  “I—I don’t know what to think about everything going on right now.”

“Why not baby?  Have—have you changed your mind about things, about us?”  Justin asked, looking down as he stepped away from JT.

“Should I be changing my mind Justin?”  JT asked, lifting Justin’s chin so they could look each other in the eyes.  “Should I be changing my mind about you Justin?”

“I don’t want you to change your mind about me baby,” Justin replied, moving in close and kissing JT’s lips.  “What happened between you and Heather?  What’s going on?”

“She has a son named Caleb,” JT replied, sighing.  “She claims that he’s my son, but we’ve never slept together.  I—I think she’s trying to run a game here, but I—I don’t know.  I’m getting a real bad vibe about things here and it’s scaring the hell out of me.”

“Why baby?  If you two have never slept together, why are you worried about this?”  Justin asked.

“Because something here doesn’t feel right,” JT said as he sighed again.  “Something’s not right here and I can feel it.”

“Such as what baby?”  Justin asked.

“I—I feel like that kid could be my son,” JT stated, looking down again as he sighed and then shook his head.

“How is that possible baby?  If you two have never had sex, there’s no possibility of that kid being yours,” Justin stated as he looked at JT strangely.  “Baby, are you hiding something from me?”

“No, I’m not hiding anything from you,” JT answered, sighing again.  “I just feel… I feel that this little boy is mine.  From what I saw, he has some features of mine, I just don’t know how that is possible though.”

“What did Heather say?”  Justin asked.

“She just kept saying that he’s mine.  She said that we slept together, when I know we haven’t done so.  She said that I was responsible for what’s happening, that I’m causing the drama here, not her,” JT stated as he sniffled and then wiped at his eyes.  “So, to help solve this issue, we’re going to get a paternity test this morning.”

“There isn’t a need for a paternity test if you know you haven’t slept with her baby,” Justin stated.

“Yes there is,” JT said with a frown.  “She’s not going to stop with the lies until it’s proven to her otherwise.  I don’t need this looming over me Justin.  I want to get this shit nipped in the bud as quickly as possible.  I don’t want this getting out, that I possibly have a son and I’m not recognizing him.  There is too damn much shit going on in the media already.  I don’t need anyone getting wind of this shit too.”

“Calm down baby,” Justin said, sighing as he pulled JT close and hugged him.

“No Justin!  Don’t tell me to calm down!  You’re not the one this shit is happening…” JT said as Justin held up his hand.

“It’s happening to you, but I’m here with you, so I’m feeling the effects too,” Justin stated as he looked down.

“Whatever,” JT said, turning away from Justin.  “Your name isn’t already out there, in the spotlight, like mine is, with the current shit going on.”

“Well, that’s because you haven’t checked the news lately,” Justin said, pointing at the television.  “Some of the news channels have outed me, but I’m okay with that.”

“Outed you, how?”  JT asked.

“Let’s just say that your last concert was my coming out party,” Justin said, looking at JT closely.  “So, I’m out baby and I’m in the spotlight, just like you.  They have us connected and Glitter has already given her take on things.”

“She’s what!”  JT snapped, shaking his head as he waved his hand.

“Yeah, she’s already given an interview,” Justin stated, crossing his arms across his chest.  “So it all be official.”

“I knew that heffa was going to be trouble,” JT said, sighing yet again.  “Oh well, just another damn thing to add to the list of problems that need fixing.”

“I don’t see that as a problem that needs fixing baby,” Justin said, walking over to where JT stood.  “If the world knows we’re together, there shouldn’t be a problem.  I’m okay with it.”

“Yeah, you are for now,” JT said as he turned and walked towards the door.

“Baby, wait… Where are you going?”  Justin asked, following behind JT.

Philadelphia International Airport – A VIP Area

“Lynda, what’s going on?  What are we doing here?  Why did you have me drop everything and meet you here in Philadelphia of all places?  Is everything alright, are you alright?”  Paul Hamilton asked, walking over to where Lynda Hamilton stood, watching a television monitor in the room.

“No Paul, everything’s not right.  I’m not alright.  I had you come here, so you could possibly stop me from killing Justin, when I find him and get my hands on him,” Lynda Hamilton, Justin’s mother spoke as she shook her head and then sighed.  “Have—have you seen the latest news reports of what he’s been doing?”

“Yes dear, I’ve seen a few of the reports on the news,” Paul replied as Lynda eyes widened.  “Lynda, Justin’s a grown man, he can…”

“That’s right Paul, he’s a grown man, that’s about to ruin his damn career,” Lynda said as Paul shook his head, placing a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“That’s just it dear, it’s his career to ruin, not yours,” Paul stated as Lynda hauled off, smacking him across the face as his eyes widened.  “Lynda…”

“No Paul, that’s not his damn career to ruin, it’s our career.  A whole lot of blood, sweat and tears went into helping him get to where he—where he was, since he seems to be plummeting now!”  Lynda snapped, pointing her finger in Paul’s face.

“Dear, you need to calm down.  You’re making a scene here,” Paul said, looking around as other patrons around in the room watched them.  “Justin’s a grown man; I’m sure he can handle things on in his life.”

“No Paul, apparently he can’t, since he’s here, somewhere around here, doing only God knows what,” Lynda said, crossing her arms across her chest as she glared at Paul. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re okay with all of this?”

“What’re you talking about darling?”  Paul asked, looking at Lynda closely.

“You’re okay with him being gay and with that—that black man,” Lynda said, looking at Paul closely.

“I have no choice but to be okay Lynda, it’s not my life, it’s his,” Paul stated, looking at Lynda with a loving look on his face.  “Justin’s a grown man; we have to let him be his own man.  There’s nothing we can do to change what has happened and we can’t change his heart.  If that black man is the person that he loves, there’s nothing you or I can do to stop that.”

“Paul, he’s ruining his life, his career,” Lynda said, shaking her head.

“Again, it’s his life, it’s his career Lynda,” Paul said as he caressed Lynda’s cheek.  “Are you here in Philadelphia, to try and change his mind about the choices he’s made?”

“Yeah, that’s why I—we’re here,” Lynda replied with a frown.

“Well I think we’re wasting our time here Lynda,” Paul stated, kissing Lynda’s lips.

“I don’t think I’m wasting time here Paul.  I—I need to talk to him about all of this,” Lynda said as she looked down.  “I need him to tell me what’s going on.  If he’s gay, that’s fine; he just needs to be sure about what he wants.”

“Lynda, there’s nothing that needs to be talked about,” Paul stated, pulling Lynda to him, hugging her close.  “Justin isn’t a baby anymore, he’s a grown man that can…”

“He’s still my baby and I feel he’s making a big mistake,” Lynda said as the tears streamed down her face.

“If he’s making a mistake, it’s his mistake to make baby.  He’s the one that has to experience the mistake and learn from it,” Paul said as he rubbed Lynda’s back.

“I—I just can’t…” Lynda said as Paul shook his head.

“No baby, we need to let Justin live his life,” Paul said, pulling back from Lynda as he kissed her lips again.

“Once I talk to him, then we can leave and he can live his life,” Lynda said, looking Paul in the face.  “Don’t fight me on this Paul, you won’t win.”

“I… Okay baby, let’s go find Justin,” Paul said with a defeated look on his face as he grabbed his things as he and Lynda walked out of the area.

To Be Continued…

Summer Catch – Chapter 5

Chapter 5 — A Change of Heart

Saturday Evening – Memorial Hospital – Randy’s Recovery Room

Nicky’s POV

I have to give thanks to God for keeping Randy here with me.  When we first arrived here, I was scared out of my mind.  I thought he was going to die the way the doctors talked about him.  When they announced that they had to operate on him, I automatically thought the worst.  Who could’ve caused all this pain to him?  Who could’ve beaten him this way and did all that damage to him?  Whomever it was, they broke his ribs and punctured one of his lungs.  Whoever did that to him, I hope they rot in hell for the pain they’ve caused this day.  I know Randy has been mean, but he didn’t deserve to be beaten like this.  Who at camp could’ve done this to him?

I’m just glad he’s finally okay.  I’m not going to worry about the issue of who did that to him, I’ll just let the police do their job and deal with finding out who hurt him.  I need to focus on keeping him calm and comfortable.  I know he’s in a great deal of pain and he should be handled as tenderly as possible.  I’m sure I can do everything in my power to help keep him comfortable, that’s the least I can do, since I don’t know who hurt him.  When I find out who hurt him, I’m going to make them pay dearly.  Until then, I’m going to do my best to make Randy’s life enjoyable and pleasurable as I can.

Woo, I’m tired and sleepy.  I’ve been here for hours and I’ve been waiting for him to wake up.  He’s been asleep since they rolled him in here from surgery.  When the nurse allowed me to come in and sit with him, I thanked her, took a seat next to the bed and took his hand in mine.  Since I’ve been here, Randy’s done enough tossing and turning to make me think that he’s having a bad dream or something.  I hope he’s not reliving what happened to him in his dreams.  If he is, that would totally suck ass.

Sighing, I looked up at the clock on the wall and then rubbed at my stomach.  Caressing the skin of his hand, I placed a kiss to the top of his hand and then rubbed his arm.  Looking down, I asked God to protect him once more.  My stomach growling a bit, I wondered where I could go in the hospital and get food just as the bed shook as I looked up to see Randy looking back at me.  Smiling at him, he yawned and then winced in pain.

“Don’t try to move,” I said, rubbing his hand.  “You’ve been through a great ordeal.”

“I feel like someone beat my ass and then dropped me off the top of a building,” he replied, raising his other hand up to his head and then covering his eyes.  “How long have I been out?  What time is it?”

“It’s almost ten,” I told him as he closed his eyes again.

“Hell, how long have I’ve been here?”  He asked, looking down at our hands and then smiled.

“You were in surgery for over three hours and you’ve been in here for about two,” I told him.  “So far, we’ve been here at the hospital all afternoon.”

“Damn, a whole day blown on me,” he said as he looked away from me.  “You could’ve done something more important with your time, than stay around here with me.”

“Stop that,” I said, looking at him closely.  “You’re important to me.  I wouldn’t be no other place than here.”

“I don’t know why,” he said with a frown.

“Because you mean something to me, that’s why,” I replied as he shook his head.  “Look at me Randy.”

“Why should I look at you Nicky?”  He asked as I stood up by the bed and then leaned closer to the bed.

“Because I mean something to you,” I said, looking down.  “You should look at me because I mean something to you Randy.  Do I mean something to you?”

“I—I—ah—I don’t know Nicky, do you?”  He asked, still not looking at me.

“It would be nice if I was, wouldn’t it?”  I asked, sniffling as I wiped at my eyes with my other hand.

“I—I don’t know Nicky,” he said as he finally looked at me.  “I—I know your secret Nicky.”

“You know my secret?  What secret?”  I asked, wondering what he was talking about.

“I know about you,” he replied as he looked away from me, rubbing his thumb against my skin.

“What are you getting at Randy?”  I asked.

“I know about you liking guys, liking me,” he said as he turned his head to look at me.  “I know you have a thing for me.”

“How—how do you know?”  I asked, looking him in the face.

“I—I overheard you talking to yourself down by the lake one night,” he replied as he smiled weakly.  “Please don’t be mad that I was spying on you.”

“Why were you spying on me Randy?”  I asked, getting pissed off with him.

“Because I wanted to know what the deal was with you.  I wasn’t trying to spy on you Nicky, but it was hard for me not to do that when you walked over to where I was hiding and started talking to yourself,” he said as I looked away from him.

“So is that why you were so mean to me?”  I asked, not even looking at him.

“Yeah,” he replied as I loosened my grip on his hand.  “Please don’t…”

“No Randy,” I said as I crossed my arms across his chest.

“Nicky please, I—I was a jerk,” he said as he moved up in the bed and then grabbed at his chest as if he were in pain.  “Owww shit, that hurts.”

“Your lung was punctured by a broken rib,” I told him.  “You really shouldn’t be moving around much.”

“Well I shouldn’t be, but I am,” he said as he sat up in the bed, looking at me.  “Please Nicky, please don’t be mad.  I was a fool, but I apologize.  I thought we were starting over…”

“No, I was the fool Randy.  I see that what I thought…” I said as he shook his head.

“Nicky, you weren’t a fool, I was,” he said with a frown.  “I meant what I said Nicky.  I really do want to hang out with you and… I want to hang out and get to know you.”

“Why Randy, so you can laugh at me behind my back?  Make fag jokes and whatever else you say about me when I’m not around,” I said as he shook his head again.

“Well if I make those jokes about you, then I have to make them about myself,” he said as I looked down at him.

“Oh my fucking God, are you…” I said as he nodded his head ‘yes’ to me.  “I don’t fucking believe this.”

“Are you okay Nicky?”  He asked, watching me.  “You’ve been doing a whole lot of cussing since you’ve been here in this room with me.  That’s not how a sweet and innocent person is supposed to talk.”

“I don’t feel sweet and innocent right now,” I said, turning around as he grabbed my hand then groaned.

“Please Nicky, please give me a chance here,” he said as he held onto my hand.  “I know I was mean and a jerk, but I’m not like that now.  I really want to be around you.”

“No you don’t Randy,” I said as he pulled me down to him, almost making me fall as he wrapped his other arm around my neck, pulling me close to him as he kissed me on the mouth.

Randy’s POV

I can’t believe this is happening right now, I’m kissing him!  My lips are touching his and I initiated it.  It doesn’t seem like my plan is going like it’s supposed to be.  If I’m ever going to be able to get away from Dad’s injustice, I have to get Nicky on my side and keep him there.  The only thing I could think of doing was kissing him to make him believe me.  This is so not my thing, but I had to do something after his little speech.

As I pulled back from Nicky, I opened my eyes and got the shock of my life when I saw the look on his face.  He looked as though something was terribly wrong.  I know I didn’t want to kiss him, but didn’t he want to kiss me?  Turning slightly, I saw what had his attention.  Damn it, when did he get here?  What in the hell is he doing here with Kevin?  The expression on both of their faces aren’t happy ones.  The way Dad looks right now, I just want to die.

Oh yeah, this is it now.  The shit is about to hit the fan in the worst way I think.  Damn it to hell!  Dad wasn’t supposed to see any of this part of my plan.  Dad and Kevin just stood there, watching us like they were ready to put the smack down on us.  It looks like I’m going to have to put the rest of my plan into motion now, being that Dad is here and I’m going to need explanation for what I just did.

“What in God’s name is going on in here Randy?”  Dad asked, stepping further into the room.  “Have you lost your God damned mind boy?  What in the hell are you doing in here, kissing another man?”

“I—ah—well—ah…” I stuttered, not knowing what to actually say as I tried to figure out what would piss Dad off the most.

“Stop damn stuttering and answer me damn it!  Why are you in here, kissing on another damn man?  Have you turned into some kind of fruit?”  Dad asked as he stood in front of me as Nicky stepped back away from the bed.

“I’m not a fucking fruit Dad!”  I snapped, moving quickly to avoid Dad trying to grab for me.

“Mr. Tanner, you need to calm down,” Kevin said as he reached for Dad as Dad pushed Kevin backwards, almost causing him to fall as he had to grab the door to keep from falling.

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down!  We just walked in here and my boy is kissing another damn boy!  I’m not about to calm down!”  Dad snapped as he balled his hands into fists.  “So, I try to get you to have some responsibility for yourself and you pay me back by turning into a damn fruit too!”

“It’s your fault Dad, you were the one that sent me to that place and I—I—ah—well—I fell in love with him,” I said as Kevin’s eyes widened as he looked at me, then at Nicky and then over at Dad, just as Dad ran over and slapped my face, almost knocking the wind out of me.

“Stop it Mr. Tanner!”  Nicky snapped as he tried to pull Dad away from me as he slapped me again as the pain I felt in my chest intensified.

“I’m not going to have another gay son!”  Dad screamed as some other people rushed into the room.

“What’s going on in here?”  A short black woman asked as she looked around the room, trying to figure things out.

“He’s trying to kill Randy,” Nicky said as he pointed at Dad.  “He shouldn’t be in here; he’s trying to hurt his son.”

“No, you have no business being in here with my son, you pervert!”  Dad yelled as he struggled with one of the guys that held him back.  “You—you turned my boy into a damn fruit!”

“I did no such thing,” Nicky replied as he looked down as I could see tears in his eyes.

“He had nothing to do with me being gay Dad, you are responsible,” I said, looking down, trying not to smile.  “You shouldn’t have sent me to that place.  I told you what had happened on my first day there, but you didn’t want to believe me.”

“You won’t… You can’t blame this on me Randy!”  Dad snapped as some other guys rushed into the room and then pulled him out.

“Now that the drama has been extricated from the room, let’s make sure you’re okay,” the short black woman said with a smile.  “Hi there, my name is Sherice Baptiste DuBois.  May I look under your gown?”

After I nodded my head, she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves as she pulled the covers back.  Looking over at Nicky, he turned away from me as she lifted my hospital gown and then checked the bandages and such.  When she was done, she put my gown back into place, smiled at me and then pulled the covers back over me.  Turning around, she walked towards the door, waved and then smiled at me.

“I knew there was something special about you two,” she said as she looked over at Nicky.  “If you two need anything, just let me know.”

“Thank you miss,” Nicky said as he turned and looked at her and then over to me.

Camp Henderson – The Senior Counselors’ Cabin

Joey’s POV

I’m tired as hell right now and I’m sure the other counselors are to.  Since coming back to the cabin tonight, I’ve been doing my best to steer clear of the others.  So far I’ve dodged the bullet with the police in their investigation of who attacked Randy.  Since the police left here, everyone has been a little bit on edge.  Since Randy’s a judge’s kid, the police is being a bit harsh and difficult with all of us here.  With the kind of pressure they’re trying to lay down, I don’t think Ana can stay tight-lipped forever.

I’m just glad I’m back here in the cabin.  I’ve gotten a shower and taken care of all of my personal hygiene matters before JT managed to make it to the showers.  The way he acted after talking with the cops, he was ready to call it quits.  After he and Ana went off to talk, he came back here and was somewhat in a better mood.  I don’t know what the cops said to him, but one of them must’ve accused him of beating Randy up from the things I overheard him talking to Ana about.

I’m glad the cops didn’t find any evidence to point the finger at anyone.  I just have to wait and see what happens when Randy comes back, if he comes back.  I just have to deal with that fall out then if he decides to tell someone that I was the one that beat him up.

“Well hello Joe,” I heard from behind me as JT came into the room and then sat down on his bed.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.  Why do you ask?”  I asked, watching him closely as he shrugged and then looked back down at the floor.

“You’ve been a bit occupied it seems,” he said as he put one of his crutches against the wall as he dropped the other one.  “Crap.”

“I’ll get that for you,” I said, getting up to pick up the crutch as he looked down with a frown on his face.  “Here you go.”

“I could’ve gotten it myself Joey,” he said as he took the crutch from me and then put it next to the other one.  “But thank you anyway.”

“JT please,” I said as he looked at me.

“Please what Joe,” he said, still frowning.  “I’m not your average cripple you know; I can do things for myself.”

“Nobody said that you couldn’t,” I said as he sighed and then looked away from me.

“You all think I’m some kind of pitiful cripple, I just know you guys do,” he said as I shook my head and then sat down on his bed next to him.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m sitting next to you JT,” I replied as he looked at me strangely.  “No one here pities you.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said as I took his hand in mine as a chill went down my spine.

“We all know that you’re a self-sufficient man,” I said as he looked away from me.

“I see how you all look at me when you think I’m not paying attention,” he said, taking his hand away from me.

“What look are you referring to?”  I asked as he shook his head.

“I don’t need to tell you, you already know the look,” he said as he looked down at his hand as I took another chance and took his hand in mine again.

“I don’t pity you JT, I see you as a strong black man that has the courage to do what you do here for the kids that you work with.  I don’t see anything to pity you for,” I told him as I took another chance and leaned in close and kissed his cheek.

“What—what did you do that for?”  He asked, watching me strangely.

“I like you JT, I’ve liked you since the first day I laid eyes on you,” I told him as I looked down this time.

“Why?  Why do you like me Joey?  You want to like the cripple?”  He asked with a frown.

“You’re not a cripple JT,” I told him with a sigh.  “You’re just walking challenged.”

“Oh you’re really funny with that one Mr. Fatori,” he said, making a move to get up but fell back against me.

“Please JT, please stay here with me,” I said, holding his hand tighter as he looked at me closely and then looked down at our hands.

“Why me Joey?”  He asked, placing his other hand on top of mine.  “What makes you like me?”

“I—I can’t explain it JT.  I was never one to believe in love at first sight, but when I saw you, I just had to get to know you and be around you,” I told him as he frowned.

“So that’s why you’ve been hanging around me and Ana so much,” he said, shaking his head.  “It’s just a phase Joey, you’ll get over it quickly, most do.”

“It’s not a phase JT, I really do like you,” I stated.  “If I didn’t like you, would I do this?”

Before he could say or do anything, I pulled him close to me and then kissed his lips.  Wrapping my arms around him, I deepened the kiss as I rubbed his back and arms.  At first, he tried pushing away from me, but then he settled into the kiss like we were meant to be and then he wrapped his arms around me.

“No, stop; we can’t do this,” he said as he tried to catch his breath.

“Why can’t we?”  I asked, leaning in and kissing his lips again, nipping at his bottom lip as he whimpered a bit.  “I like it and the way you’re looking at me and the sounds that you’re making right now, I’m sure you like it too.”

“That’s the problem, I do like it when I really shouldn’t,” he said with a sigh.

“Why can’t you like it?”  I asked.

“What happens after the summer is over here Joey?”  He asked.

“Who says the summer has to end?”  I asked as he shook his head.

“When the summer is over and this place closes, what happens to what you’re trying to start here right now?”  He asked.

“I would like for it to continue,” I told him as I leaned in and kissed his lips again.

“How do you plan we do that?”  He asked.

“That’s what they make planes, phones and e-mail for,” I said as he smiled at me.

“So you’d be willing to travel to Jacksonville, going back and forth, spending time with me?”  He asked as I laughed.  “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, kissing his lips again as he pushed me away this time.

“What are you sorry for?”  He asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Sorry that I don’t need to take any planes to get to you, I just have to use the phone and maybe e-mail,” I said with a smile as he cut his eyes at me.

“And how do you figure that?”  He asked.

“Could it be that I live in Jacksonville too,” I said with another smile as I took his hand and then pulled him back to me.  “So that works out just perfectly.”

“How are you so sure that things would work out perfectly?”  He asked.

“I just know, now shut up and kiss me,” I said as we embraced again and then kissed as I noticed Tommy watching us from across the room.

Sunday Morning – Memorial Hospital – The ICU Ward – Randy’s ICU Room

Nicky’s POV

I’m awake and it seems I’ve been in bed with Randy all night.  Our night started out on a sour note when his dad came back to the room and demanded that I be banned from being in his son’s room.  If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that Judge Tanner has a problem with gay people and he’s a big giant homophobic prick.  I don’t see what the problem is with him having another gay son.

What is Judge Tanner’s problem with gay people?  From what Randy told me, his adoptive brother Jordan is gay too, so what’s the big problem?  I just don’t get why he’s tolerant of one son and not the other.  Well anyways, we talked about some of his issues with me and the reasons behind why he treated me the way he had.  To say the least, he liked me and he didn’t really know how to get his feelings across to me, without making himself look like a fruit, as his father puts it.  I know what the deal is now.  He puts up that hard front to keep everyone else from knowing that he’s gay, gay like me.  I guess that’s as good an excuse as any to be as bad as he is—was.

When I asked how he was going to behave from this point forward, he tensed up and changed the subject.  I think he’s afraid that people know his secret now.  I don’t think he has anything to worry about since the only people that know about his secret is his Dad, Kevin, me, the nurse and the people here at the hospital that had to restrain his Dad from trying to hurt him.  When we return to camp, there’s no need for him worrying about people knowing about him.  I don’t think Kevin will tell anyone about what he knows about Randy and I’ll pretty much keep my lips sealed unless he asks me to reveal his secret, which I doubt he’ll do that.  Besides, I’m good at keeping secrets, I’ve been doing that for a very long time as it is.

After things settled down, we talked for a while until the nurse came back around midnight to check his vitals and she gave him some pain medications.  She warned me that once he took his medications he would be out.  Boy she wasn’t lying there.  Before she left the room, he was out cold.  That must be the good stuff they’re giving him.  I didn’t even get a chance to tell him good night before he was knocked out.

It’s morning now and as much as I’m enjoying lying next to him, the call of nature is too strong to deny.  Sighing, I moved away from him and got out of bed.  Turning around, I looked at him to see his sleeping form in bed as I smiled.  Wanting to laugh, I watched the way he tried grabbing for me, rather grabbing for the empty space where I once was, touched my heart.  When his hand didn’t get what he wanted, he groaned and then put his hand on his chest, giving up his search for me.

I know he has this bad boy exterior, but now I know he has a sweet interior too that I very much want to love.  Walking into the small bathroom, I did my business, washed my hands and then splashed some water in my face.  Shocked at my appearance in the mirror’s reflection, I frowned, noticing the bags under my eyes.  Dang, I need to get some real sleep and soon.  I don’t think my body is going to be able to put up with much more tossing and turning and the short bouts of sleep that I’ve been getting.  I’m going to need to get the rea stuff and soon.

As I walked back into the room, I saw that it was a little after seven in the morning and the student doctors were out, making their rounds.  Shaking my head, I sighed and then sat down in the chair next to the bed as I waited for Randy to wake up, mainly because I didn’t want to disturb his peaceful looking rest.  Dang, he looks so hot like that.  If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s here in the hospital, I would totally be turned on.  Looking up, I saw that the nurse from last night had walked back into the room with a smile on her face.

“Good morning, I see that you’re still here.  Why didn’t you leave to go get some rest?”  She asked, walking over to the bed as she picked up Randy’s chart and flipped a few pages as she looked over at me.

“I got rest right here.  I needed to stay to keep an eye on him,” I said as someone else came into the room with what looked like a tray of food.

“Well it looks like Mr. Tanner has some breakfast,” she said with a smile as the other woman placed the tray on the table and then moved it closer to the bed for Randy.  “What are they serving for breakfast this morning Stephanie?”

“You know we have some of everything down in the cafeteria Sherice,” the woman replied.  “But he’s having some grits, scrambled eggs, country ham and a biscuit.”

“Mmmm, that sounds good and smells great,” I said as the nurse smiled at me.

“Yes it does.  I hope they’ll have some to spare for me.  I could surely go for that,” she said, smiling brightly as she flipped another page in Randy’s chart, wrote something and then put the chart back at the foot of the bed.  “If he doesn’t wake up soon, I’ll be tempted to take his food and eat it.”

“I’m sure he’ll want it,” I said with a chuckle as Randy started to stir around on the bed.

“Something smells great.  What’s for breakfast?  Is it breakfast?”  Randy asked, opening his eyes and then wincing in pain as he turned his head to look over at me as he cracked a small smile.

“Yes, it does smell good.  From what Miss Stephanie just said, you’re having some grits, eggs, ham and a biscuit,” I said as he looked ta me and then blew a kiss at me.  “Sounds very tasty.”

“Yeah it does,” Randy said, sliding up in the bed as Sherice pushed the table in front of him as the other young lady smiled and walked out of the room.

“Nicky, would you like for me to order you a tray?”  Sherice asked, looking at me as I shook my head, not wanting to be a burden or cause a problem for anyone at the hospital.  Hell, Mr. Tanner tried doing that last night.

“No thank you, I’ll just get something later on when I get back to the camp,” I replied as she put her hands on her hips and looked at me strangely.  “What?”

“Nicky, if you’re hungry, you better tell me right now.  I’m not going to have you sitting here, watching him eat that delicious smelling food,” she said, tapping her foot.

“I—I’ll be fine Sherice,” I replied as she shook her head.

“Nicky, do you want to share mine with me?  I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this,” Randy said with a smile at me as he motioned for me to come over to where he was.

“No Randy, that’s your breakfast, you enjoy it,” I told him.

“You can enjoy it with me,” he said as the door opened as Kevin and some other people stood in the doorway, watching us.

“What’re you doing here?”  Randy asked, looking over at Kevin, his mood clearly changing by the tone of his voice.

“I came to check on you two,” Kevin replied with a frown as he looked over at me.

“Is there something wrong Kevin?”  I asked as he shook his head.

“Nothing’s wrong, just here to check on you guys, to make sure that everything’s okay.  Nothing more than that,” he replied as Randy popped a piece of the ham into his mouth and then picked up the fork.  “How are you feeling Randy?”

“I feel a little bit better after getting some sleep,” Randy replied, not even looking up at Kevin.  “I’ll probably feel a whole lot better… Who are those people behind you Kevin?”

“Sorry about that.  These police officers dropped by to take your statement of what happened to you,” Kevin stated as he moved to the side as the two men walked further into the room.

“Can’t that wait?”  Randy asked with a frown on his face as he looked over at the men and then back over at Kevin.  “I don’t really feel like talking about that right now.”

“It’ll be best if we did this now,” one of the men said as he pulled a notepad from his pocket.

“No, I don’t want to,” Randy stated as he continued eating, forking some of the eggs and placing them into his mouth.

“Mr. Tanner, it’ll be best to do this while things are still fresh in your mind,” the other police officer said as Randy shook his head.

“I don’t want to think about any of that right now,” Randy said as he popped another piece of ham into his mouth.

“The sooner you tell us what happened, the sooner we can find the perp and lock them up,” the first officer stated as Randy shook his head.

“Whatever,” Randy said as he shook his head and then took another bite of the eggs.

To Be Continued…