Chapter 11 — Some Revealing Changes
May 31, 2004 – Philadelphia, PA – Penn Medicine (Hospital) – Heather’s ICU Room
“Good afternoon Ms. Stewart,” a tall black man greeted, walking into the room as he removed his hat.
“Who are you?” Heather asked, looking up at the man.
“I’m Detective Warren Charles,” the man answered as Heather’s eyes widened as she looked around quickly.
“Ah, why are you here?” Heather asked, the nervousness showing on her face.
“I’m here to talk about John Poole,” the man replied as he moved closer to the bed and then motioned with his head at the chair. “May I sit?”
“Ah yeah, I guess you can,” Heather replied, her expression neutral. “Why are you here to talk about JT? Is there something wrong with him?”
“I’m sure you already know the answer to that question Ms. Stewart,” the man stated with a frown as he pulled a notepad from the inside of his blazer pocket and then opened it.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Heather stated as the man shook his head and then flipped a few pages in the notepad.
“Ms. Stewart, there’s currently an allegation that you were involved in a crime,” the man stated as Heather turned her head. “I’m here today to talk to you about that allegation.”
“What kind of allegation? I haven’t done anything to anyone, as you can see, I’m in the hospital,” Heather stated as the man shook his head again.
“Okay, if you want to play it that way. Why are you here in the hospital right now?” The man asked as he looked around. “Did something happen to you?”
“I—I don’t know what happened,” Heather replied, averting her eyes from the man. “I—I think someone tried to kill me, but I’m not sure.”
“Why aren’t you sure?” The man asked.
“I don’t know, I’m just not. I—I can’t remember what happened,” Heather stated with a sigh, still not looking at the man.
“Well tell me this then Ms. Stewart,” the man said as he moved the chair closer to the bed, moving into a position that Heather could better see him. “Can you remember what happened to Mr. Poole, the night your son Caleb was conceived?”
“It—it was a magical night, filled with happiness and love,” Heather stated as the man’s eyes widened as he shook his head again.
“Are you sure it was a magical night filled with happiness and love or a night filled with drugs, scheming and hatred?” The man asked as Heather gasped.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Heather stated as the man sighed and then got up from the chair as she moved her head in the opposite direction, not meeting his eyes.
“So, you’re telling me that you have no idea how Mr. Poole, a gay man no less, ended up being the father of your child, is that right?” The man asked, walking around the bed as he wrote some things down on the notepad, flipped the page and wrote some more. “You don’t know how a man that doesn’t like women sexually, ended up being your child’s father? Is that right Ms. Stewart?”
“That’s not true, he does like women. If he didn’t like women, how would we have a child together?” Heather asked as a few tears escaped the corners of her eyes.
“That’s why I’m here right now Ms. Stewart,” the man stated as he shook his head and then walked around the bed to the other side. “I heard that the reason you two have a child together is because you drugged him and while he was unconscious, you took advantage of him sexually, conceiving a child with him.”
“I—I did not drug him,” Heather stated as she struggled with the restraints on her arms as the man watched her.
“Are you getting agitated Ms. Stewart?” The man asked as a machine in the room beeped loudly. “If you’re agitated, how do you think Mr. Poole feels right about now, learning what happened to him.”
“I—I didn’t do anything wrong to him!” Heather snapped as the man shook his head.
“From what I’ve seen and heard, that’s a lie and when you get out of here, you’ll be seeing me again Ms. Stewart,” the man stated as he turned around and put on his hat as a nurse and a doctor walked into the room.
“What’s going on here?” The doctor asked, looking at Heather and then looking back at the man.
“Nothing’s wrong here, just investigating a crime,” the man replied as he pulled out his badge, showing it to the doctor as he smiled and then tipped his hat. “I’ll see you again soon Ms. Stewart. Have a great day now.”
Late Afternoon – Chicago, IL – The Home of James Poole – The Bedroom
“Good afternoon sir, how are you feeling today?” David Marin, James’ aide asked, walking into the room, placing some papers on the bed next to James.
“Afternoon David,” James greeted as he looked down at the papers that David had placed on the bed. “I would be so much better if I knew what was going on with my son right now.”
“I think your son is a very happy man right now,” David replied as he turned around and picked up something off the bedside table with a frown on his face.
“Have you been able to find out where John… JT went after he left Philadelphia?” James asked.
“It seems he, his friends and Vanessa went to Jacksonville, Florida. As for the location in Jacksonville, that information is a bit tight-lipped. I couldn’t get anyone on his tour to tell me where he was actually going in Jacksonville, just that’s where he went,” David stated as James sighed.
“He has a place out in Jacksonville and that’s where the record label that he records on is based out of,” James stated, maneuvering himself around on the bed. “I wonder why they left so abruptly to go back there.”
“I don’t know the answer to that sir,” David replied as he opened a small notebook. “The paparazzi reported seeing him and Justin Tanner, together at the airport last night. They also spotted Vanessa and his friend and past band-mate Mo’ette LaCasta there also.”
“They were at the airport last night? Going where?” James asked, wincing in pain as he tried to move around again.
“That is unknown sir, but I’m sure the paparazzi will turn up with that answer really soon, being that your son is very famous and he’s been spotted with a very equally famous person, Justin Tanner,” David stated as he looked down.
“Right now, I need to find out where he is. The two of us need to have a very long talk,” James stated as he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed his cell phone.
Jacksonville, FL – Duval County Federal Court House
Why in the hell am I going through all of this shit? It seems JT’s winning at every damn turn with everyone taking his damn side. This shit is really starting to get to me. I’m getting tired of the damn hassle I seem to be getting with everybody around.
The last couple of weeks have been a twist of what I wasn’t expecting. If I’d known that I would’ve ended up in jail, I would’ve never kissed JT the way I had. Besides him rejecting me the way he did, I had to deal with that damn fuck-up Cameron. If it wasn’t for him, I could’ve gotten what I wanted. Just around the clock bullshit I say. The never-ending drama train didn’t stop with him. Hell, I had to put up with the girls, mainly Nikki, trying to get me tossed out on my ass. If it wasn’t for her actions, I would’ve been okay while in New York, but no, she had to open her damn mouth and have security take me into custody and then hand me over to the police there.
I just don’t get the law no more. With all that happened, the law should’ve been on my side. I was well in my right to do what I did. After that mess ended, I thought things would’ve been different after we got to Philly, but the girls wanted to start more trouble again and then I had to put up with the crap from lover boy and the whacko. Between dealing with Heather and Justin, I haven’t been able to get anywhere near JT, to try to put my moves on him again. Since Justin came into his life or back into it, as it’s been revealed, it’s been harder for me to get two inches near him and the rest of the six would like to follow.
So, now that I’m back home, it seems JT has people all over the place, doing what they can to keep me away from him. If I have to deal with any more security guys, cops or lawyers, I might end up doing something that would require me to be in jail, besides the dumb ass reasons that I’ve spent in and out of jail for, over the past few days.
“So, am I free to go or what Larry?” I asked my lawyer as he looked at me, shook his head and then walked ahead of me. “Larry!”
“You know what… I can’t do this… You’re a piece of work Marc!” He snapped, throwing his hands up as he turned and looked at me. “Sometimes I wonder why I even continue working with you. It’s not even worth the damn money anymore.”
“Excuse me,” I said as he shook his head.
“Why do you do this stupid shit that gets you locked up?” He asked.
“I didn’t do anything,” I said as he shook his head again.
“You attacked Justin Tanner in view of the public and his security team and they had to subdue you and then they had you locked up,” he said.
“They lied, I didn’t attack him at all,” I said as Larry shook his head again. “Come on man, I didn’t do anything to him.”
“That’s not what the police report says or the affidavits from the witnesses at the airport,” he said as I looked at him, wondering how that was possible.
“We were just talking damn it. He was talking shit to me and I knocked his phone out of his hand and that’s when his security guys jumped me. I didn’t lay a damn finger on him,” I said as he sighed and then shook his head again.
“You know what, it’s never your fault Marc,” he said as he sighed. “When are you going to learn to take some damn responsibility for what you do to other people?”
“I haven’t done anything,” I said as he threw his hands up again.
“And I’m tired of trying to defend the things you haven’t done,” he said. “This is it Marc, I’m done with this shit. You need to find yourself a new attorney.”
“What? I don’t need a new attorney, I have you,” I said as he shook his head.
“You don’t have me Marc. I’m not some lil fresh, out of school hick that you can just wrap around your little finger,” he sarcastically said as he pointed his finger at me. “Find yourself new counsel, I no longer represent you. Goodbye Marc, this is the end.”
“Larry—Larry, wait!” I called after him as he continued walking down the steps as people around watched. “Larry please…”
“Fuck you Marc,” he said as he turned the corner, heading towards the parking garage.
“Oh great, now I’m really in trouble,” I said, running across the street to hail a cab so I could get home to my apartment.
Toronto, Ontario, Canada – Hotel Victoria – JT and Justin’s Hotel Room
“Hey baby, what’s on your mind?” Justin asked, walking into the room with a bag in hand.
“I’m just thinking about how my life is changing,” JT replied, looking up at Justin as he rolled across the bed as Justin sat down and then pulled out some boxed food containers. “A few months ago, I was a gay man, wondering about the outcome of my latest single. Now, I’m a gay man, getting ready to be married and I have a nine-year old son.”
“That’s just a sign that life evolves baby,” Justin stated with a smile as he opened one of the food containers. “Oooh grilled chicken baby. I’m going to max out on the starch tonight.”
“What all do you have in there?” JT asked, looking over at Justin.
“I have the chicken, some garlic rolls, cheesy potatoes and some steamed veggies,” Justin replied, waving his hand over the food, trying to send the aroma in JT’s direction.
“It smells good,” JT said, opening his container. “Where did you get this from?”
“Down the street,” Justin replied with a small smile as there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll go get that,” JT said, getting up off the bed as he walked over to the door, opening it to see Ken and Caleb standing there. “Ah… Hi.”
“Hi JT,” Ken greeted as he looked down and then back at JT.
“Hi Daddy,” Caleb spoke with a small smile on his face as he looked up at Ken and then at JT.
“Ah, we were just about to eat something, we…” JT trailed off as he looked down.
“Why don’t you two come on in,” Justin suggested as JT turned and looked at him as Ken looked at JT as he nodded his head and then stepped to the side, allowing the two of them to come in. “Have you two had dinner yet?”
“Yes, we just got back from a burger joint around the corner,” Ken answered as he and Caleb walked over to some chairs in the room and took a seat. “I’m sure the both of us are full as rats right now.”
“I’m not a rat Uncle Ken,” Caleb said, giggling as Ken smiled at him.
“Hmmmm, rat is a good term for…” JT trailed off as Justin looked at him with a raised eye as he took his hand and pulled him away from the door and back over to the bed.
“Baby,” Justin said as he rubbed JT’s hand, calming him down. “Be nice please. Caleb isn’t the bad guy here. The bad guy is in the hospital, still in Philly and nowhere around here. It’s not his fault. He just wants to get to know his father, which happens to be you. Come on baby, I know you want this as much as he does. Remember, you want to be married to a man and have a child. Well you have the child and pretty soon you’ll be married to the man.”
“But Heather…” JT said as Justin shook his head.
“She’s not here, but he is,” Justin said as he turned around. “Go say hello to your son.”
“Justin, I don’t know what to say to him,” JT said as he looked down as Justin lifted his chin, kissing his lips quickly as he caressed his face.
“Your heart knows what to say,” Justin said as he kissed JT’s lips again as Caleb giggled. “And the greatest thing about all of this is, you don’t have that awkward moment of having to explain why daddy has a boyfriend, he already knows.”
“Ha ha ha, real funny mister,” JT said as he and Justin returned to the bed and then took up their previous positions with their food.
“So, how have you guys’ day gone so far?” Ken asked, looking over at Justin and JT.
“So far, so good,” Justin replied with a smile as he forked some food and then poked it into his mouth.
“It hasn’t been eventful as I thought it would be,” JT stated as Ken looked over at him.
“Oh, why is that?” Ken asked, raising an eye at JT.
“Impending drama,” JT replied as Justin popped him on the arm. “Well he asked a question and I gave an answer.”
“Stop being so negative baby,” Justin said, forking more food and poking it into his mouth.
“I’ll stop being negative when the drama stops,” JT stated as he forked some food and then poked it into his mouth.
“Soon,” Justin said with a smile as he chewed his food.
Jacksonville, FL – Jacksonville International Airport
I just got into town and I’m tired as hell. Regardless of how tired I am right now, I can’t get any rest until I get to Justin. I have to get to him and show him the error of his ways, dating that fucking porch monkey. He’s not supposed to be with that fucking dog, he’s supposed to be with me. What is wrong with that brat?
Being that I’m here at the airport, I wonder where he and that nigger are right now. I have to find them before Justin is further corrupted by that fool’s actions. I wish Lynda’s private investigator could’ve given me exact information about where that fuck-up lives around here in this town. Regardless, I guess I have to do some detective work of my own.
“So, where do I start looking for that brat and that fucking nigger?” I said, a little too loudly as the guy walking ahead of me turned around quickly.
“Excuse me, you do know that’s a very offensive term to be using,” the guy said, looking at me with a stern expression on his face. “You should be old enough to know better.”
“Yeah, you must be a nigger lover,” I said as the guy shook his head and then sighed.
“Were you born in a barn somewhere, in the backwoods of Georgia, raised by heavy Baptist rednecks? You don’t even sound like you’ve had any formal education, talking like that,” the guy said as I shook my head.
“Man, shut the hell up and mind your own fucking business,” I said as he looked at me like I was crazy. “You don’t even know me and you shouldn’t be talking to me right now. Apparently, you don’t know your own fucking place and have forgotten your true birthright, here in this world.”
“You are really messed up,” the guy said as he shook his head and started walking away as he threw up his hand.
“No, you’re the one that’s messed up. You’re just like the rest of the people in this screwed up world that’s letting the damn monkey’s infect everything. This world is going down the fucking drain. You’re just like those others that are trying to live with them, when you should be trying to enslave them again, putting them where they belong,” I said as the guy covered his mouth and then continued backing away from me as he turned around and then ran off.
That’s right, run away from the damn truth. That’s what’s wrong with my kind these days. They have gotten away from the true path of the white race. We should all be standing high, not lying low like we are now. We should be the ones on top, while the monkey are locked away in stocks and chains. Those bastards should be groveling at our feet, not being like us.
Jacksonville, FL (Arlington Suburb) – The Apartment of Josh Raymond
“Hey there my little buddy, what you up to?” Josh Raymond asked, walking into the room as he knelt down and picked up the cat that meowed at his feet. “Are you happy that I’m home? I bet you are. Are you hungry?”
“Come on Josh, do you really think that cat is going to answer you?” Josh heard behind him as he turned around.
“Layla, how did you get in here?” Josh asked, putting the cat down on the floor as he moved over to where the woman stood.
“Shouldn’t you be more concerned with why I’m here, after so long?” The woman asked with a snarky smile.
“Okay, why are you here after so long Layla?” Josh asked with a frown. “I haven’t seen you in almost a year. What possessed you to come here of all places?”
“I—I needed to see you,” the woman replied, looking down as she tried to move closer to him. “I—I’ve missed you Josh.”
“Well I haven’t missed you,” Josh replied as he shook his head and then put his hand up, stopping the woman from trying to move closer to him. “You said and did enough to make me not want you here. So, why did you come back?”
“Come on baby, you know I’ve always loved you,” she said as Josh shook his head.
“Loved being the operative term, past tense,” Josh said as he turned around, picked up the cat again and then walked over to the door. “Layla, I’m not in the mood for this. Why don’t you just go.”
“Josh please,” she pleaded as he shook his head as the cat hissed at her as she made a move to get closer to him again. “Now the cat is fighting your battles for you?”
“At least she knows how to love me and stay loyal,” Josh stated as he shook his head. “Just go Layla, I don’t want you here.”
“Fine, I’ll leave Josh, but I’ll be back. I know you love me and you know I love you,” she said, looking down as she walked past him towards the door. “I made a mistake and I’m trying to fix that right now.”
“You can’t fix that Layla, just don’t even try,” Josh said as he turned his back to her. “Don’t come back here.”
“I’m not going to give up Josh,” she said with a frown.
“I’m betting you will,” Josh said as he motioned at the door as the cat hissed again.
“Fine,” the woman said as she walked through the door and closed it behind her.
“Why did she have to come back here?” Josh asked, petting the cat’s head as the cat purred loudly. “I don’t need someone like her in my life. She’s just like all the other people that have come into my life, hurt me and then left. I don’t need a user like her in my life. All she ever did was try to play on my emotions. All she’s ever done was treat me like some head-case, just like everyone else. Whenever she wanted to be mean, she would always throw it in my face that if I was a good person, I wouldn’t have bounced from foster home to foster home. It wasn’t my fault that I bounced from place-to-place the way I did, it just seems some people don’t want to deal with a kid with mental health and medical issues. If only I could fully remember my real family, I would’ve been okay and wouldn’t have had to live the way I’ve lived. If only my life was like the way I dreamt it was.”
To Be Continued…