Chapter 3 — Duty, No More
Saturday Morning — Albany, NY — The Chastayne-Donovan Home — The Living Room
“JT?” Dylan spoke as JT stopped walking and then turned around.
“No Dylan, why are you here?” JT asked as he turned around and then crossed his arms across his chest.
“I—I came to talk to you about something and maybe—maybe get your advice,” Dylan replied as he looked down.
“Okay, so get to talking Dylan,” JT stated as he moved over to the sofa as Alex took Caleb by the hand, escorting him into the kitchen as more footsteps could be heard upstairs. “Mason, stop that running up there!”
“Okay Daddy,” a little boy’s voice could be heard as Dylan frowned.
“Baby, if you need me, I’m in the kitchen,” Alex said as he stood at the kitchen door.
“Alright honey,” JT replied as he turned his attention back to Dylan. “Okay Dylan, spill already.”
“How—how do you handle things?” Dylan asked as JT looked at him strangely as he moved around the sofa and then sat down.
“How do I handle what things Dylan?” JT asked as he watched Dylan’s face.
“How—how do you handle being the way you are?” Dylan asked as he looked down at his hands.
“What way am I Dylan? What are you trying to get at?” JT asked.
“The—the way you are… Being—being gay and all,” Dylan spoke as JT sat up straight on the sofa.
“Why do you want to know that Dylan?” JT asked as he looked at Dylan closely.
“I—I’m trying to help out a friend,” Dylan replied as JT shook his head.
“Tell me Dylan, would that friend happen to be you that you’re trying to help?” JT asked as he glared at Dylan. “Or would that friend happen to be Alan Quatermane?”
“Why—why did you ask that? Why did you ask about him?” Dylan asked, his voice shaky a bit as he stepped back a bit.
“Are you trying to help yourself or help him Dylan?” JT asked as he looked up at Dylan.
“I—I’m trying to help myself,” Dylan answered as he looked down as a few tears fell from his eyes.
“I figured that,” JT stated as he stood up and then moved over to where Dylan stood. “I asked because if you’re trying to help yourself, I can’t help you. If you’re trying to help Alan Quatermane, the simple way to help him is to do what he says and stop playing to the likes of others. It’s that simple Dylan.”
“Why—why are you treating me this way? What—what did I ever do to you?” Dylan asked, looking at JT with wide eyes. “Why are you always so mean to me?”
“I’m not treating you any kind of way Dylan. I’m being real with you, unlike other people,” JT stated as Dylan turned away from him. “I’m not being mean, I’m just not sugar-coating things for you, like everyone else around you does. You have to take into consideration, I am not those other people in your life that like to spoon-feed you crap.”
“You’re being mean, you always are,” Dylan said, shaking his head as the tears streamed down his face. “You—you treat me like I’m a piece of shit on the bottom of your fucking shoes!”
“Dylan, keep your voice down. While you’re in my house you’ll act like you have some sense in that head of yours,” JT chastised Dylan. “I don’t want my sons hearing that kind of language. When you’re here in this house, you’ll have a civil tongue in your head.”
“I—I think I better go,” Dylan responded as he looked down.
“Yes, I think that’s best,” JT said as he walked over to the door and then opened it. “Dylan, I don’t appreciate the way you’ve acted here today and for future references, call first.”
“Thanks for nothing,” Dylan said as he walked out of the house as JT closed the door behind him.
That was a big fucking mistake! I should’ve never wasted the dame time to come here to talk to him. How in the hell did he know about Alan? Why did he ask about him? No, how in the hell does he know what Alan wants? Has Alan said something to him? Is that how he know about Alan and me?
“How in the hell would he know about what Alan wants?” I asked, walking towards the car as I saw something move in the car’s glossy reflection.
“It’s not like you two are a big secret or something,” I heard Alex’s voice as he walked up behind me.
“Shit man, you scared me,” I said as he frowned. “What are you doing out here?”
“The real question here is, why are you really here Dylan? Out of all of the people you could’ve gone to, why did you choose J to come and talk to today?” He asked.
“I chose him because—because…” I said as he interrupted me.
“Because he’s gay just like you are,” he said as I looked down.
“Yeah,” I replied as he shook his head.
“And J has known that for a very long time, the reason he talked to you the way he did,” he stated as all I could do was look at him. “He’s pissed that you didn’t tell him sooner.”
“He’s pissed that I didn’t tell him sooner?” I asked as he sighed.
“Dylan, he shouldn’t have had to find that out from other people,” he said, looking at me closely. “That was something you should’ve told…”
“What! Who—who told him?” I asked.
“It seems like you’re always asking the wrong questions,” he said as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Do you think that’s the question you should be asking Dylan?”
“I—I think I better just go,” I said as he sighed, shrugged his shoulders and then turned around as he started walking back towards the house. “Thank you Alex.”
“Yeah, okay,” he said as he walked inside the house and closed the door.
So how did JT know my secret? Who in the hell told him about Alan and I? What in the hell is going on around here? Am I being followed or what? If JT knows about the two of us, then does the rest of the family know too? Is that why I always get treated the way I get treated? Damn it!
The Courtyard Albany — Justin Randall’s Hotel Room
Damn it! I can hardly remember a thing that happened to me last night. What in the hell did I do to cause me to not remember anything from last night? The last thing I can actually remember was meeting that damn ho at the Taurus Club. It seems like that’s where everything gets fuzzy for me. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think someone drugged me. I haven’t felt like this since that crazy ass rapper I met on tour a few months back, drugged me and then had his way with me for a whole weekend, non-stop.
“Damn Justin, what did you get into last night?” I asked, walking into the bathroom as I opened the shower stall door and then reached in to turn the cold water on. “I don’t remember drinking or eating anything, so how was I drugged, if I was?”
Damn, what happened to me? What in the hell did I do? Did I do something I’m going to be ashamed of? Did I do something that I’m going to regret later on? What could I have possibly done that I can’t remember now? Maybe after I get a shower, my mind will work more and I can piece together what I actually did last night to end up here, feeling like this.
A Few Hours Later — The Chastayne Family Estate — The Backyard
“Alan, what are you doing here?” Dylan asked as he looked around quickly and then rushed over to where Alan Quatermane stood at the back gate.
“Hi Dylan,” Alan replied as Dylan shook his head and then looked around the yard.
“No Alan, what are you doing here?” Dylan asked.
“I—I came here to talk to you,” Alan replied with a frown on his face.
“You came here to talk about what Alan?” Dylan asked.
“I—I came to tell you something,” Alan replied as he looked down at the ground.
“What do you have to say that is so damn important, that you came here of all places, to tell me?” Dylan asked as he looked Alan in the face with a mean expression on his face as he looked around the yard again.
“Fine then, have it your damn way Dylan. I am leaving this town,” Alan stated as he looked down as Dylan’s eyes widened. “I—I’m leaving this town and I’m never coming back again.”
“What? Why are you leaving Alan?” Dylan asked.
“There’s nothing keeping me here,” Alan replied as he shook his head as the tears streamed down his face. “I’m not going to keep wasting my damn time here Dylan. I’m not going to wait for you to open your damn eyes. I—I’m done with this!”
“Keep your voice down,” Dylan said as he looked around quickly.
“That’s one of the reasons why I’m leaving, that right there!” Alan snapped as he threw his hands up and then turned around. “If you love me like you claim, none of this shit should even fucking matter! But I see now that you… You know what, things will never change. I’m outta here!”
“Alan! Alan wait!” Dylan snapped as he followed behind Alan as he walked through the yard.
“Leave me alone Dylan, go back to your fucked up family on the damn hill! Go be with them!” Alan screamed as he pushed Dylan backwards, causing him to fall down to the ground.
“Alan, this is hurting me, I love you! I don’t want you to leave me!” Dylan screamed as he sat on the ground as the tears streamed down his face. “If it means telling the whole world that I love you, to keep you here with me, then that’s what I’ll do!”
“It’s more than just that Dylan and you know it,” Alan said as he turned to face Dylan. “I—I’m tired of hiding my love for you! I’m tired of having to see you in a damn alley or on a deserted damn highway! I’m not some damn street urchin that you have to hide!”
“I know that baby and I—I’m sorry if I made you feel that way,” Dylan stated as Alan walked to where he sat on the ground and then sat down too.
“Sometimes you made me feel like a cheap whore that you picked up off the damn street and paid for,” Alan said as he looked down as he took Dylan’s hand in his own. “I didn’t like that feeling and I never want to feel that way again.”
“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean…” Dylan trailed off as a shadow loomed over the two of them as he looked around quickly as his eyes widened. “Shit!”
“What in the hell is going on out there? Are my eyes deceiving me?” James asked, standing in front of Dylan and Alan. “What in the hell is this boy? Are you a fruit too?”
“Dad wait, let me explain,” Dylan said as he released Alan’s hand and hurried to his feet.
“What is there to explain boy?” James asked as he looked at Dylan and then looked down at Alan. “Now I know what al the buzz was, it wasn’t JT they were talking about, it was you!”
“What—what are you talking about Dad?” Dylan asked as he looked at James strangely, scratching at his head as James shook his head and then turned around.
“So it seems I have another fruity ass son,” James said as he threw his hands up and then started walking towards the house. “It must be something in the damn water around here for the gays to keep popping up!”
“So what is it going to be Dylan?” Alan asked as Dylan looked at him and then looked at the door that James had just walked through. “Am I leaving here or am I staying?”
“I—I…” Dylan stuttered as Alan sighed and then shook his head.
“I’ll make the decision for you,” Alan said as he turned and started walking away.
“No!” Dylan screamed as he ran to catch up to Alan, grabbed his arm and spun him around to face him as he leaned in and then kissed his mouth. “I’m not letting you leave me!”
“Don’t you ever let me down again,” Alan said as he pointed his finger in Dylan’s face. “If you love me, you’ll never place anyone else above me.”
“I do love you Alan,” Dylan stated as he turned and looked at the door to see that James was still standing there, watching the two of them. “Dad, this is Alan Quatermane, he’s my lover. I love him and nothing’s going to change that.”
“For now,” James said as he glared at both men and then turned and walked into the house.
The Courtyard Albany — Justin Randall’s Hotel Room
As I finished my shower, I stepped out of the shower stall, dried my body off and then walked back into the main room with the towel wrapped around my waist. Contemplating on what I should do about my headache and what I needed to do for the day, I stopped in my tracks when I noticed a pair of red silk panties lying on the floor. Okay, I know those aren’t mind. Scratching at my head, I walked over to where the panties lay on the floor, knelt down and then picked them up, eyeing them closely.
“I wonder who these could belong to. It’s been a very long while since I bought myself something like this and plus this isn’t my size,” I said as I inspected the soft silky material in my hand.
Damn, did I bring someone back here with me last night? Or is this a souvenir from my little escapade at the brothel? Normally, I don’t bring things back with me, but maybe I did this time. Since I can’t remember anything that happened last night, maybe these will help me put the pieces together of what I did.
“Good morning,” I heard behind me as I turned around quickly to see the ‘ho’ from the brothel I was fooling around with last night.
“Morning,” I replied, looking at her as if she were crazy because I was wondering what she was doing here. “Ah… Why are you here?”
“You invited me here,” she replied as she looked at me strangely.
“I invited you here? I invited you here to this room?” I asked as she nodded her head and then walked closer to where I stood.
“Oh thanks, I’ve been looking all over for those,” she said, motioning with her head at the panties in my head.
“Here you go,” I said, handing her the panties as she smiled wickedly at me as she used her finger to trace the top of the towel’s edge, almost tickling the skin of my waistline.
“I heard the shower running. I’m in need of some freshening up. Do you want to finish things off with a shower?” She asked, licking her lips.
“Ah… I… Well… No thank you. I think last night was enough for me,” I replied as she shrugged her shoulders, turned around and then walked over to the sofa as she took a seat and then pulled the panties up her legs as she smiled once more. “Besides, I have a full agenda that I need to get started on.”
“It was fun, but I have to get my day started also,” she stated as she slid her shoes on and then got up from the sofa as she started pulling at her dress, turning it around the right way as she looked at me and then smiled. “If you ever want my services again, you know how to find me.”
“Ah… Yeah, okay miss, thanks,” I said as she walked over, kissed my cheek, patted me on the ass and then walked to the door and opened it.
“Until next time handsome,” she said as she walked out and then closed the door behind her.
Damn it! Damn it! What in the hell did I—we do last night? The way she’s acting and the way things look, we must’ve fucked! I don’t know what in the hell we did last night, but whatever it was, it was fun for her. What in the hell happened to me last night? Was she responsible for the way my head feels right now? Did she do something to me? Did she take from me?
Sighing, I walked into the other room in search of my wallet. I found it and all of my other things in their proper place, like they should be. So far, nothing’s missing. So, if she didn’t rob me, what actually happened to me? Did we just have sex and that was it?
“Hell, I guess she’s one of those honest hoes,” I said as I walked over to my bags to get dressed for the day. “I wonder what JT and Alex is going to say about this one.”
The Home of Dr. Gregory Sheldon — The Master Bedroom
“So what in the hell did you tell him Greg?” Julie, Dr. Sheldon’s wife asked as she stood in front of him with her arms crossed across her chest. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know what to do,” Dr. Sheldon stated as he shook his head. “I was supposed to have given him an answer already, but I haven’t yet.”
“Greg!” Julie snapped as Dr. Sheldon shook his head.
“He told me that if I didn’t work for him, I would be unemployed,” Dr. Sheldon stated with a sigh as he shook his head.
“What? I don’t think—then again, maybe he would do something like that,” Julie spoke as she shook her head.
“He—he’s trying to blackmail me about some other things,” Dr. Sheldon stated as he shook his head.
“He’s trying to blackmail you, how so?” Julie asked as she watched her husband, tapping her foot as she waited for his answer.
“He—he knows about my medical issues,” Dr. Sheldon replied as Julie shook her head.
“Everyone knows about your medical issues Greg,” Julie stated, continuing to tap her foot on the floor as Dr. Sheldon flinched and then sighed. “What does this man have on you Greg?”
“He—he thinks that he can use my past with drugs against me,” Dr. Sheldon replied with a frown as Julie looked at him and t hen shook her head.
“I don’t believe that’s all,” Julie stated, pointing her finger in Dr. Sheldon’s face.
“That’s all that it is baby,” Dr. Sheldon stated as he looked down at the floor as there was a knock on the door. “Who could that be at a time like this?”
“Why don’t you go see who it is,” Julie stated as she turned around and then walked out of the room.
“Damn. This isn’t going to get any better,” Dr. Sheldon stated as he walked through the house, getting to the front door and then opening it. “Ari? What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk and we need to talk right now,” Dr. Ari Campbell, Dr. Sheldon’s friend and colleague stated with a nervous look on his face as Dr. Sheldon looked around outside and then stepped outside.
“What is it that we need to talk about Ari?” Dr. Sheldon asked as he grabbed the man by the arm and then pulled him over to a shaded area of the yard. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“Right now, yes I’m out of my fucking mind,” Dr. Campbell replied with a sigh. “I—I got a visitor today and I’m not happy with what was told to me.”
“Who visited you? What did they say?” Dr. Sheldon asked as he turned and looked at the door.
“James Chastayne visited me along with a few of his damn thugs. Basically, he made me an offer I shouldn’t refuse,” Dr. Campbell stated with a frown on his face.
“I think I was offered the same thing,” Dr. Sheldon stated with a frown. “Were you told to work for him or else?”
“Yes, that’s what I was told. He said I work for him or he’ll expose what we did,” Dr. Campbell stated with a frown. “That fucker has pictures of us together… He has pictures of us in compromising positions!”
“Shhhh! Keep your fucking voice down! I don’t want my wife to hear what we’re talking about,” Dr. Sheldon stated as he shook his head. “How in the hell did he get pictures of us? Who could’ve taken then? When were they taken?”
“I don’t know who took them, when or where,” Dr. Campbell stated as he shook his head. “The pictures just show us in a bed, fucking. You can tell it’s us.”
“What are we going to do?” Dr. Sheldon asked.
“It looks like we have no choice but to work for him, being that he has us by the balls,” Dr. Campbell stated as Dr. Sheldon shook his head.
“I’m not going to let that fucker use us,” Dr. Sheldon stated as he turned his back to the man. “We haven’t done anything since I got married and I’m not going to…”
“It’s not just you here,” Dr. Campbell stated as he pushed Dr. Sheldon’s shoulder. “I’m in this mess too, when I shouldn’t be. They didn’t want me, they wanted you and you turned them down, so they went after me. Thanks to you, I’m on the damn chopping block too!”
“Keep your voice down damn it,” Dr. Sheldon stated, pointing his finger in the man’s face.
“No, I’m not going to keep my voice down. I don’t want to work for those…” Dr. Campbell stated as Dr. Sheldon pushed him against the wall.
“I’m not trying to get in bed with those damn thugs,” Dr. Sheldon stated as Dr. Campbell looked down. “You know once you get mixed up with them, they’ll never let you go. You’ll have to keep working and work, never getting the chance to get away from them.”
“From what the bastard told me, either I work for him or everyone would know about the affair I had with you. I—I’ll never be able to work as a doctor around here again!” Dr. Campbell yelled as Dr. Sheldon sighed as the door to the house opened as Julie stood there with a mean look on her face.
“Oh God,” Dr. Campbell said as he looked up to see Julie standing at the door. “Oh no… How—how much did you hear?”
“I heard enough,” Julie replied as she looked at Dr. Sheldon, motioning with her head for him to come inside the house. “I think you need to leave Dr. Campbell.”
“Yeah, I think I better go. We—we’ll continue this some other time,” Dr. Campbell stated as he walked out of the yard as Dr. Sheldon walked back into the house.
Early Evening — The Chastayne-Donovan Home — The Living Room
“I’m so glad this day is almost over,” JT stated as he walked into the house. “So, are the boys upstairs and in bed?”
“Yeah baby, both of them are in bed,” Alex replied as he looked over at JT. “Is everything okay with the Chastayne family?”
“Yes, the family drama is still in full swing, as always,” JT responded as he sat down on the sofa next to Alex and then leaned in, kissing his lips. “What’s this?”
“It’s the script for the new season’s opener,” Alex replied with a smile as he flipped some pages and then showed them to JT. “The new show director sent this and some other things over earlier today, while you were gone, handling things with the mob. The guy is really trying way too hard…”
“Speaking of trying to hard, have you spoken with Scott?” JT asked as he glared at Alex.
“No, I haven’t spoken with him. I need to call him to talk over some things,” Alex stated as JT shook his head.
“How are things going with you two?” JT asked as he yawned and then stretched his arms over his head.
“With all the things I’ve seen and heard, he’s headed for a divorce,” Alex replied with a frown. “Things between him and her are getting worse. All they do is fight about the time that he’s away filming and that he’s never there for her and the kids.”
“That’s not good, but considering the way she acts at time, I wouldn’t want to be home with her either,” JT stated as Alex shook his head. “Hmmm, that gives me an idea. I can get a job working for…”
“Baby, I thought you decided that you were going to stay home for a bit and let me bring home the bread,” Alex stated as the doorbell rang. “Oh, who in the hell could that be?”
“I’ll go see who it is,” JT stated as he got up off the sofa, walked out of the room and then turned the corner to look out the curtains as he sighed and shook his head. “What in the hell does he want?”
“Who is it baby?” Alex called out. “Is there something wrong?”
“I don’t know yet, Dad’s outside,” JT replied with another sigh as he rolled his eyes and then opened the door. “Is there something that you want Dad? Didn’t I just see you a few minutes ago?”
“I wasn’t done talking to you,” James stated as he got in JT’s face.
“I was done talking to you,” JT replied, making a move to close the door as James pushed the door back open, almost knocking JT backwards. “The hell!”
“Baby, be cool,” Alex said as James smiled at him.
“You better listen to the white boy,” James stated as he moved back in front of JT. “I’m not going to just let you walk away! You’re part of this damn family and you need to start acting like it!”
“Ah, no thank you,” JT replied as he shook his head. “I’m not going to work for you any longer Dad. That ship has officially sailed. Go ahead and let that thought sink in.”
“Is that how you really want it boy?” James asked as he looked at JT. “Don’t make me do something to fuck up your happy life here with the white boy.”
“Are you threatening me Dad?” JT asked as he looked at James closely. “If you are, that’s perfectly fine with me.”
“Baby, please…” Alex said as JT held up his hand, stopping him from saying more.
“You may be my father, but I don’t have to do what you say. I’m a grown damn man and I’m not going to let you talk to me any way you want to, in my own damn house. Get out of her and don’t you come back anymore. As of this moment, you’re not welcomed here ever again,” JT stated as he turned his back to James as James shook his head, pointed at the back of JT’s head and then walked outside as JT closed the door.
“B—baby, what have you done?” Alex asked as he moved over to JT quickly, hugging him close to his chest.
“Something that needed to be done years ago,” JT stated as he shook his head. “One day he’ll realize that he can’t control the lives of those around him. I’m not one of his thugs that do his bidding in the streets. I’m not going to allow him to control me like a damn robot.”
“I hope you know what you’re doing baby. I—I don’t want to lose you,” Alex stated as the tears streamed down his face. “He’s crazy… You know he always does what he can to get what he wants. I don’t want him taking you away from me.”
“He’s not going to take me away from you. I’m not going to leave you because of him,” JT stated as he waved his hand dismissively.
“No baby, you’re not getting it!” Alex snapped as JT stopped moving and turned to look at him.
“Your father is crazy. I don’t want him to kill you, like he killed your older brother,” Alex stated as JT’s eyes widened as he stepped back. “I—I’m sorry baby.”
“Why did you bring that up?” JT asked as he looked down.
“Because it needed to be brought up JT,” Alex stated as he lifted JT’s chin, looking him in the eyes. “You’re just like Kevin… Come on Baby, you know about your father’s dealings, just like he did. When the heat got too strong around your brother, James made sure he handled his business and Kevin didn’t talk.”
“Alex, that—that’s not the case. I—I don’t think…” JT trailed off as Alex shook his head.
“If this isn’t the case, where is Kevin now?” Alex asked as JT looked down again as the tears fell from his eyes.
To Be Continued…