Chapter 4 — More Confusion
Saturday Afternoon – Bahia Honda, FL – Camp Henderson – Down by the Lake
Damn it, I can’t believe I’m stuck here with him! I ought to kill his ass and hide the damn body! Hell, it’s not like anyone around here would object to me doing that at all. Shit, if I were to do that, everyone around would thank me.
Why Kevin? Why in the hell did you saddle me with working with this creep today? I have enough problems in my damn life and I don’t need Randy Fucking Tanner adding to them. Pushing that bastard out of my mind, I wish I knew how to get JT to be mine. JT is one hot guy that I can’t seem to get close to. Every time I try to get up the nerve to talk to him, someone else around pops up and I lose my nerve. I have to do something soon or I may never get a chance. Whenever I see him, it’s like everything else in the world doesn’t exist around me. I wonder how it would be to have him lo…
“Hey! Helloo! Dude, are you even hearing me?” Randy angrily asked as he waved his hands in front of my face.
“Calm the fuck down. What is it that you want?” I asked, glaring at him for interrupting my thoughts of JT.
“What I want is for you to stop thinking about your faggoty little friends and get to work. I ain’t doing this shit by myself,” he said, rolling his eyes at me.
“What did you just fucking say asshole?” I angrily asked, keeping my eyes on him. “I know you didn’t just say what I hope you didn’t say.”
“You heard me right fat ass!” Randy snapped as he shook his head. “Fucking fags are lazy as hell around this damn place.”
Oh hell naw! This is the final damn straw! This bitch is going down and right now!
Before I knew what was going on, I had run head first into him and knocked his ass down to the ground. When he hit the ground, he didn’t even get a chance to do anything because I started beating that ass, kicking the shit out of him.
“You fucking son of a bitch! You think you can just come here and treat people like shit and get away with it?” I asked, sitting down on his belly as I closed my hands around his throat, trying to stop him permanently.
“J—Joo,” he tried to say, but I wouldn’t let go as I continued squeezing his throat tighter as I let go, slapped and then spit in his face.
“What?!? You can’t talk can you Randy?” I asked, fisting him in the face. “Cat got your damn tongue now? Any other damn time you’d be talking shit like there was no fucking tomorrow! What’s the problem now Randy?”
“Y—you… (cough) … You… (cough) … Tried… Oh God… (cough) … You tried… You tried to… (sputter) … You tried to kill me!” Randy got out, gasping for air as he tried to get me off of him.
“I’m onto you Randy. You leave Nicky alone or next time I’ll kill you,” I said, getting up off of him as I kicked him in the side once more as I pointed at him and then turned and walked away as he rolled around on the ground.
Across the Camp – The Doctor’s Cabin
I’m getting tired of having to do the same things, over and over every damn day. My job is starting to feel mundane to me and that’s not a good thing. As of late, I’ve been wondering why I even decided to come back here to damn place for another summer. Okay, I remember now, I wanted to see Nicky again. With the way things are going so far, I think that was a complete bust. I see him and now I can’t stand looking at him. Why am I torturing myself with this shit?
God knows I would give anything to have the chance to be with Nicky. I’ve wanted him since we met here a few years ago. He was too young then, but he’s old enough now and I would very much like the chance to show him that I could be the man for him. I have strong feelings for him, but I don’t think he has the same feelings for me. I think Nicky only sees me as a friend and I want to be more than that.
God, you know I’ve loved that young man for so long, it feels like I’ll die if I can’t have him with me at times. I would give anything to be with him, but as I turns out, he would rather be with someone else. Why God, why couldn’t it be me? It seems Nicky has a thing for that jerk Randy Tanner. What do I have to do to get him, to have him want me, not Randy? What should I do here God? I want to be with Nicky, but I can’t bear it if he doesn’t want to be with me.
Come on God, what can I do here to get what I want? What must I do to get Nicky to see me as the man that wants to love him? Should I risk my own soul and start acting as bad as Randy, just so he’ll see me? Do I need to dye my hair blond so I’ll stand out enough for him to notice me? Come on God, what must I do so that Nicky notices that I love him?
“Dr. Richards, are you okay?” I heard someone ask as I looked up to see Ana standing in front of me, watching me closely.
“I’m fine Ana, why do you ask?” I asked as she shook her head.
“You’ve pulled out all the tongue depressors and put them into the q-tip jar,” she replied as she pointed at the jar as I looked down to see that she was right. “You must have a lot on your mind.”
“Ah yeah, I have a lot on my mind,” I replied as she patted me on the back.
“Well that’s okay,” she said with a smile. “I’m going to take Jimmy back to his cabin and I’ll sit with him until his parents get here.”
“Ah okay Ana, you do that,” I said as she smiled again as she and the little boy left me alone in the room.
Down by the Lake
Another day, another dollar, I wanna scream, I wanna holler. This day is starting to get on my nerves. If I have to deal with another snotty nose, I might call it quits with this place. I’ve never been self-conscious about germs or anything, but enough is enough already. It’s like every child I’ve seen today had a snotty nose and said child wanted to wipe his or her nose on their darn shirt tails. Can you say gross? Anyway, the campers just got back on land and they are ready to eat. I just hope they wash their dirty hands and faces before they even think about touching their food.
We’re all headed back to the cabins and low and behold, I see what looks like someone lying on the ground. As we got closer to the lump, I saw that it was Randy. Is he sleeping on the job now? As I moved around his body as he lay flat on the ground with his head tilted to the side, I noticed that there was blood pouring from his nose and mouth. Lawd, what in the world happened to the boy? Did someone he pissed off, come and beat the hell out of him? He doesn’t look so good. I better send one of the campers to get help for him and quick. Kneeling, I checked the pulse in his neck. He’s still alive, but just barely. It looks like his body took a beating and whoever did it, kicked the living daylights out of him.
“Randy,” I softly said, doing my best to try to wake him up without startling him.
This doesn’t look good. His eyes are closed and it doesn’t seem like he’s responding. Who could’ve done this? The campers are gathered around and they’re looking like scared little kitties. Calling Randy’s name again and touching his hand, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Raising his hands and turning his head from side to side, he acted as if he was trying to get away from me, acting as if he was trying to stop looking at me or something. What’s with him? I’m trying to check to see if he’s okay and he’s acting like I’m the one that hurt him.
“Calm down man, I’m only trying to help you,” I said as he held his side and then slid backwards on the ground. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”
“Just… Just stay away from me!” He snapped as he coughed as more blood came out of his mouth as I moved back. “I’m not going to let you fuckers try to do me in!”
“Do you in… Who tried to do you in?” I asked as he shook his head and then got off the ground, limping as he walked. “Randy?”
“Just stay the hell away from me!” He snapped as he leaned against a tree. “Don’t come near me!”
“I’m only trying to help you Randy,” I said as I picked up my crutches and then moved over to where he was as he pushed me and I fell backwards to the ground. “You must be out of your mind!”
“Just stay away from me,” he said as he leaned against the tree as Dr. Richards, Nicky, Christina and Ana rushed over to us.
“What’s going on here? Randy, what happened?” Nicky asked as he looked at me on the ground and then looked over to Randy as Ana came to help me up. “Why are you all bloody like that and why is JT on the ground?”
“Stay away from me!” Randy screamed out as Nicky backed away from him. “Just stay away from me.”
“Are you alright JT?” Ana asked as she attempted to dust my clothes off.
“I’m fine Ana, nothing hurt but my pride,” I replied as she shook her head.
“Okay man, just let me get you some help,” Nicky said as he turned around and looked at Dr. Richards. “Kevin, he looks really bad. We need to get him to the hospital or something.”
“I’m not going anywhere with any of you,” Randy said as he coughed up some more blood and then slid down the tree to the ground, revealing dark purple bruising on his side and back as his shirt rode up a bit.
“You need some help Randy,” Nicky said as he walked over to Randy and then helped him into a standing position. “Don’t fight me, let me help you man.”
“I—I don’t need your help, none of you,” Randy said as he coughed again as he tried to struggle with Nicky, but failed miserably.
“Randy, don’t fight with me,” Nicky said as he used his shirt to wipe the blood away from Randy’s mouth. “Kevin, we need some help over here!”
“I’ve called for an ambulance,” Dr. Richards said, not looking very happy at the moment. What’s going on there?
“What’s going on here? Nicky, what are you doing with jerk-off there?” Aaron asked as he walked up behind Ana.
“Oh just what we need, the boy wonder to create more problems,” Ana said as I looked at her funny as she just shook her head.
“Bro, what’s going on? Did you finally kick his ass?” Aaron asked with a smirk on his face.
“No and you need to be quiet Aaron,” Nicky said as he struggled to hold Randy up.
“May—Maybe you shouldn’t be moving him,” Dr. Richards stated.
“Well I’m not going to let him stay out here in the damn heat Kevin,” Nicky said as he walked with Randy towards some shade trees. “What’s wrong with you guys, he needs some help. Come and help me!”
Hell, the way everyone stood around watching things, I could tell that none of them wanted to help Nicky with Randy. With all that I’ve seen and heard about this guy, I bet everyone was glad that someone had beat his ass. The question is, who did it?
“Who did this to you Randy?” I asked, hoping to get an answer, but probably wouldn’t with the way that Randy was acting.
“Good question,” Ana said as I looked at her closely as she backed away from me. “I didn’t do it J, I only popped him the other day, this is something totally new.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want one of my friends going to the joint for this kind of violence,” I said, moving over to where Dr. Richards stood. “Whoever did this deserves to go to jail. This kind of violence isn’t called for. I know the guy is a jerk and all, but this is just too much.”
“Come on JT, you haven’t experienced much of his bad attitude,” Ana said as Joey walked over to the two of us.
“What’s going on guys?” Joey asked as he looked around.
“Someone beat the hell out of Randy,” Ana answered as he smiled and then crossed his arms.
“Has he said who did it?” Joey asked as he looked down at the ground.
“No, he’s not doing much talking right now,” I said as I turned around as the sounds of sirens could be heard. “Good, the ambulance is here. They can get him some help. If a staff member here is responsible for what happened to him, I’ll see to it that person is terminated from here and goes to jail. That wasn’t called for.”
Damn it, there goes my chance of being with JT. Damn damn damn! Why God, why? My chance to be with the guy that I want just went out the damn window with my heart. I’ve gone and fucked things up royally. When he finds out that I did that to Randy, I’ll be fired, sent to jail and he’ll never want to talk or be around me. Damn it!
Damn it, I can’t let this happen. I have to think of something and quick. I have to do something to keep what I did under wraps. If I have any hope of ever being with JT, this can’t get out. I have to get to Randy and tell him not to tell anyone what I did. Yeah right, like he’s going to keep that quiet. He’ll be glad to get me fired and sent to jail. If he doesn’t tell, he’ll probably try to use it to blackmail me. On the other hand, he might be ashamed to admit that I kicked his ass. Maybe I don’t have to do anything, since he hasn’t said too much of anything so far. But that may all change once he gets away from here.
“Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Ana asked as she shook my arm. “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?”
“I… Ah… Well… I’m just worried about Randy,” I said as her eyes widened and then she shook her head.
“Are you serious? You’re worried about Randy?” She asked as she looked at me strangely and then touched her hand to my forehead, acting like she was checking my temperature. “Are you feeling okay Joe?”
“Yeah, I’m feeling okay,” I replied, moving away from her.
“Come here,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from everyone else. “What do you know about this Joe?”
“I—I don’t know anything about it,” I replied as she shook her head at me.
“I know you’re lying Joe,” she responded with a frown. “Oooooh Ooooh, you kicked his ass, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t do anything to him,” I said as my voice raised a few octaves as I looked around as she shook her head and jumped around in place, pointing at me. “I didn’t do it Ana.”
“I know you beat his ass. Why did you do it?” She asked as I looked around, sighed and then looked down.
“I beat his ass because he was name calling and he’s trying to hurt my friend,” I said as she looked at me funny.
“Who’s he hurting now?” She asked as I looked down again.
“He—he’s going to hurt Nicky,” I said as she looked at me funny. “I think he’s trying to set Nicky up.”
“What? Why?” She asked, looking at me closely. “What gave you that notion?”
“He… He asked Nicky could they like hang out together,” I told her.
“And?” She said as she looked me in the face.
“And I think he’s going to hurt Nicky,” I said with a frown. “Randy is a bad person and Nicky doesn’t need someone like that in his life.”
“Wait a minute here Joe,” she said as she turned around, scratched her head and then turned back to me. “Are you trying to tell me something else here? I’m having problems reading between the lines.”
“No, I’m not trying to tell you something else,” I said as she shook her head again.
“I think you are man,” she said with a smile. “You’re in love with Nicky and you’re jealous of him and Randy being together. That’s why you kicked the shit out of him.”
“No, I’m not in love with Nicky and I’m not jealous,” I told her. “I’m in love with someone, but it’s not Nicky and it sure as hell ain’t Randy.”
“Oh really now, then who is it? Who is it that you have the hot spot for?” She asked as I looked down and then looked over to where JT stood.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said as she smiled and then shook her head.
“You got it bad,” she said, patting me on the back. “Just talk to him. But I must first tell you that you don’t need to tell him that you were responsible for what happened to Randy. That wouldn’t be a good thing right now.”
“I’ve figured that out already,” I said as she looked over in JT’s direction and then back at me.
“I’ve known him for a while. Just be yourself around him,” she said as I looked down again. “He’s not that hard to get to know. Just a head’s up, don’t talk about his illness and don’t be overly helpful in that regard. If you can handle that, then you’re a-okay in my book.”
“Yeah right,” I said as she smiled and then took my hand.
“Joe, have some faith in yourself,” she said as the ambulance drove away with Randy, Nicky and Dr. Richards. “All you have to do is talk to him and go from there.”
“That’s a hard thing to do,” I said as she smiled and then moved away from me as she turned around.
“Hey JT!” She yelled as she waved her hand as I grabbed her and then pulled her behind some trees in a hurry.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I asked as she looked at me strangely and then put her hands on her hips.
“No I’m not, but you are,” she said with a frown. “I thought you were in love with…”
“I am, but that doesn’t mean I know what to say to him,” I said as she shook her head and then grabbed my arm as she drug me back into the open.
“Hey JT, this nut here wants to talk to you about something,” she said as she stopped, looked at me with a smile, but wouldn’t release the tight grip she had on my wrist. “Why don’t you two go get started on the stuff for the evening activities while the rest of us deal with supper. That will take some of the work off the rest of us.”
“Ha ha ha, real funny Ms. Morgandorfer,” JT said as he walked over to where we were.
“Well it would be very helpful, so stop talking crap and get to it,” she said as JT smiled at her and then kept on walking towards the tables that were set up for the evening activities.
In the Ambulance
Damn it, I can’t believe someone beat him up like this. Who could’ve done this to him? I know he’s not liked by everyone at camp, but this went a bit too far. He’s close to death right now and no matter how much of a jerk he can be, he didn’t deserve this.
“Kevin, who could’ve done this to him?” I asked, looking over at Kevin as he just sat on the edge of the shelf, looking down at his hands.
“Huh, what?” He said as he looked at me strangely.
“I asked who could’ve done this to him,” I said, looking down at Randy as the EMT guy looked at me and then over at Kevin as he worked on getting an IV started for Randy. “I don’t care what he’s done, he didn’t deserve this.”
“No he didn’t,” Kevin said as one of the machines behind me started beeping faster.
“Oh God, what’s happening to him? What is that machine?” I asked as I looked at the EMT guy as he pushed me out of the way and started doing chest compressions.
“Gary, hurry it up, we’re losing this guy back here!” The EMT guy yelled as the machine’s beeping seemed to get louder in my ears. “Come on man, it’s not your time to go!”
Oh God, oh God! This can’t be happening now! Randy’s going to die! Randy’s going to die! This isn’t fair! This isn’t fair damn it! Why him? Why him God? Why is it that I find someone that wants to hang out with me an this happens? This isn’t fair! I never… I never got a chance to love him, to kiss him. This isn’t fair God! Don’t take Randy away from me. I just found him and—and I thought we were getting closer.
My pleas to God are going unheard right now. The way the machines are beeping and how hard and fast this EMT guy is working on trying to save Randy is a good indication of that. Come on God, don’t take him from me. The driver is going as fast as he can to get to the hospital and this guy is pressing on Randy’s chest to keep his heart beating so he can stay here. Please God, please let me have my chance. Before anything else could happen, it got quiet. The machine’s beeping stopped and then Randy took a breath.
“We got a pulse!” The EMT guy yelled as he turned around quickly and rummaged through some items on the shelf above our heads.
“Is he going to be alright?” I asked, looking at the guy and then over at Kevin.
“Don’t know, have to wait until the doctors get to him,” the guy said as we slowed down.
Late Evening – Memorial Hospital – The ICU Waiting Room
Whoever beat up Randy, did a number on him big time. When the EMTs got him unloaded and into the ER earlier, the docs on duty didn’t know what to make of things. I got scared when one of the residents on call screamed they were going to lose him. After the doctors were rounded up to work on him, that diagnoses was changed and he’s in recovery sleeping things off right now.
What happened to him? How did we end up here of all places? Who did this to him? With all the things I’ve heard this evening, I’m shocked that he’s still alive. With all they said was wrong with him, I was surprised he could move around at camp the way he was with all the injuries he’s sustained. Who did that to him? He has two broken ribs, in which one had punctured his lung, causing blood to fill his lung, causing a situation that could’ve drowned him. After the ribs and lung issue was rectified, he still has a broken finger, a small fracture in the cartilage in his nose and a small fracture in the bottom of his jaw. It took the doctors a while to get him all patched up, but they did it. He’s asleep in recovery with Nicky right by his side.
Why God, why did Nicky get attached to him so quickly? Why couldn’t he be worried about me, like he’s worried about Randy now? What makes Randy better than me? I can love him better than Randy ever can. Why is he so special? I deserve Nicky’s love, Randy doesn’t.
Regardless of my broken heart, I got a call from William, telling me that the cops had talked with the campers, the other counselors and staff about who might’ve attacked Randy. Hell, with the way Randy treats people, it could’ve been anyone at the camp that beat him up. Whoever it was that beat him up was trying to kill him. I know when this is all said and done with, whoever is responsible for what happened to him will more than likely spend some time in jail or prison. Only question is, who?
Without further hesitation, I walked down the hall to the recovery room and peaked through the glass, spying Nicky as he sat in the chair next to Randy’s bed. This is so sickening to me. I’m the one that deserves Nicky’s love, not Randy. I’m going to get my Nicky away from that creep and put an end to all of my heartache and pain. I know just how to do it, but I have to wait until Randy gets out of here. All I have to do is get him locked up and things will fall into place with Nicky and I. I just don’t know when that will be.
“Excuse me,” I heard from behind me as I turned around to see a tall white me that looked much like Randy. Please tell me this isn’t Randy’s father. “Oh hi there Dr. Richards. Can you tell me who the doctor is in charge right now?”
“I’m Dr. Richards, but I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage,” I said, looking at the man, wondering how he knew my name. “Who are you?”
“I’m Randall Tanner, I’m here to check on my boy,” the man replied as he extended his hand to shake mine. “Would you happen to know where the doctor is?”
“Ah hi Mr. Tanner. I don’t know where the doctor is right now, but Randy’s right in there,” I replied, pointing at the room as he nodded at me. “It’s finally nice to put a face with the voice.”
“I feel the same way,” he said with a weak smile. “Have you been keeping up with what’s been happening with my boy?”
“Randy’s in recovery right now. The doctors that operated on him said that he should be back to normal in a few weeks,” I informed him as he looked down.
“What happened to him?” He asked, looking at me closely.
“All we were able to get out of him before he passed out was that he was attacked, we just don’t know by who or what,” I stated. “Whatever happened to him broke two ribs and caused a punctured lung.”
“Oh my God,” he said, shaking his head as he covered his mouth. “That’s terrible. Has the police started their investigation?”
“I believe so sir,” I replied.
“Well can I go in to see him?” He asked as I looked around at the nurse’ station, getting the attention of one of the nurses.
“Let’s see,” I said, walking over to the counter, reading the nametag of the young black woman named Sherice Baptiste-DuBois. “Excuse me miss, what’s the status of Randy Tanner right now?”
“Let’s see,” she responded, flipping through the other charts on the desk and then picked up Randy’s. “He’s in recovery right now and pretty soon they’ll take him to a regular room.”
“Could I go in to see my boy right now?” Mr. Tanner asked as he looked at the young woman strangely.
“Sure, let me go see if his other visitor is still in with him,” she said as I already knew the answer to that.
“His other visitor? Who else is here visiting him?” Mr. Tanner asked.
“One of the camp counselors has been sitting in with him for a bit,” I replied as he looked at me strangely as the nurse walked towards the room.
Camp Henderson – Senior Counselors’ Cabin
I’m glad this day is finally over. With all the drama going on around here, I’m about ready to call it quits and request to go back home. From what I’ve gathered so far, Randy got his ass kicked royally and now the camp directors are trying to figure out who did it. What they should be concerned about is why he got his ass kicked, not who did it. Hell, if they knew how bad Randy treats people, they would know why he got his ass kicked.
The police have been here all day long, asking everyone questions about what they know about the ass kicking and has there been any strange or unknown people around the camp. Hell, they kept me in a room, asking the same questions repeatedly, just to try to trip me up. If I had to see another police officer today, asking those damn questions about something I had no knowledge of, I was going to give them a reason to take me to jail. All of this because Randy’s father is a big-time judge over in Tennessee.
Well regardless, I’m glad the day is over with and now I can rest and relax. I’m just shocked that the camp directors are concerned about all that’s going on with Randy. Why weren’t they concerned with his actions towards others? Since the guy has been here, he’s done nothing but cause problems. Hell, before I could come here I had to go through a personality test and they checked my background like I was a hardened criminal or something. I mean they talked with just about every teacher I’ve had in school and all the people they could think to talk to around my neighborhood that know anything about me. Had they done that with Randy, maybe none of this would’ve happened. I figure since Randy’s dad is a big-time judge, they bypassed all that background checking and let him come on here. I guess that’s the kind of thing to be expected when your dad has pull with the law.
“Hey man, did you hear the news?” Tommy asked as he walked into the room.
“Yeah, Randy got his ass kicked, I think everyone around camp heard that with all the cops that’s been here,” I replied as Tommy shook his head.
“No man, not that. Randy almost died on the way to the hospital,” Tommy stated as he shook his head and then sat down on his bed. “Whoever kicked his butt, was meaning to kill him. So the cops are going to charge the person that beat him up with attempted murder.”
“Damn, that’s not good for somebody,” I said, wondering again who kicked his ass. “Hell, most of the counselors around here has been gunning for that ass since he’s been here. Is there a clue to who did it?”
“The police think that it was an escapee from the prison colony a few ways down the road,” Tommy stated as I looked at him. “The camp is currently on lockdown until that escapee is found.”
“No shitting dude? There is a prison colony near here?” I asked, finding something out that I didn’t know.
“Yeah, right down the road. Seems like an odd place to have a camp for kids,” Tommy stated with a sigh as he picked up a text book and flipped some pages. “Well you have a good night, I’m going to study for a bit and then I’m going to call it a night.”
“You have fun with that,” I said as he smiled weakly as I rolled over on the bed.
To Be Continued…