Truth Behind the Lies
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Adult ++
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Chapter Twenty Three
Cross your fingers, everyone. I'm feeling like my old self lately and have been able to chuck out some chapters more quickly. Hopefully I can do the same for the rest of my stories. :-)
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Chapter Twenty Three
Sunday Afternoon
Shay’s hand tapped his knee repeatedly as he sat in the living room and waited for Randy to come back. Hours the big blonde had been gone and he was eager for him to get back so he could apologize to him. To kill time, he’d thought about calling James’ place and speaking to Jack but he decided against it, thinking it would probably make Jack upset all over again and make Shay even more miserable.
His mother was still upstairs, of course, and he’d sent up a sandwich to him not too long ago. Bryant seemed okay—smiling when his son came in and thanking him for the food when he received it—but if he was okay, then why was he still isolating himself?
His mind quickly jumped from Randy to his mother and he got up to head upstairs and see the 41 year old, when the door bell rang. Opening it, he frowned wishing he could slam it in their face.
“Shay.” The deep voice said.
“Father.” Shay replied with, though it carried no meaning. To him, it was just some 6-letter word that started with an ‘F’.
Larry caught the look of disdain on his son’s face and took it as a slap among a long list of others that he deserved. He adjusted his slightly oily baseball cap on his head. “Is ah, is your mama here?”
“Why, so you can break his spirits even more than what you already have? You’ve got a lot of nerve showin’ up here.”
“Look, I know I’ve been the biggest asshole in town. To him and you. I realize this and I wanna try to make it right if I can.”
“Well it’s too late, dad! You fucked up!” Shay moved to shut the door in his father’s face but Larry slid his foot in the way, stopping it.
“I’d like to hear that from Bry.”
“Too bad! Now back up!”
“Shay, let me talk to Bry!”
“Go away or I’m gonna call the—“ Shay paused his sentence when they both heard a loud thump coming from upstairs like something fell. Shay’s heart skipped a beat. “Mama.” Running upstairs as fast as he could, he opened Bryant’s bedroom door. “NO, MAMA!”
Racing up the stairs, Larry ran into Bryant’s room, seeing the older brunette on the floor unconscious. Five empty pill bottles were on the floor. Shay was kneeled down next to his mother with a phone. He was trying to call 911 but the feeling of hysteria and flood of tears rolling down his face, prevented him from even speaking a word when the emergency operator picked up the line. Only sobs and “Oh God! Mama, please get up!”
His heart was racing and he could feel his hands shaking, but Larry immediately jumped into action. He rushed to where Bryant laid on the floor and placed him in his arms bridal style. “Put the phone down and grab those pill bottles.” Too shocked to move, Larry raised his voice to put his son back in his senses. “Grab the bottles and lets go, boy!” Grabbing the pill bottles, Shay followed his father down the stairs and into his truck.
Flying a dangerous 90mph up the road, Larry and Shay made it to the hospital. Carrying an unmoving Bryant inside the emergency room, Larry yelled to anyone that was listening, “We need a doctor!”
A female doctor and two nurses—both pushing a stretcher—ran to where they were standing. “I’m Dr. Wheatley. What’s happened?” The middle aged blonde asked as Bryant was placed on the gurney.
“I think he overdosed on his medicine.”
Shay handed her the pill bottles. “These.”
Dr. Wheatley spoke to one of the nurses. “Go prep the OR.” When the young lady left, she pressed her fingers against Bryant’s neck for a moment, then lifted the closed eyelids to look at his pupils. “He’s still alive, but barely.” The doctor and the other nurse rushed Bryant down the hallway.
Father and son stood silently as they watched them disappear behind the swinging double doors.
***
Sunday night
“There we go.” James said softly as he placed Jack in the bubbly bathtub with Sabrina. Placing some toys in with them, he left them alone to play for a minute before he came back to bathe them.
The two 2 year olds just sat and stared at each other—Sabrina sucked on her thumb and Jack sucked on his ring and middle finger. Soon tired of that, Sabrina sighed and made a grab for her rubber ducky. She squeezed it and it made loud squeaking noise. Laughing, she splashed the toy around the water.
Jack giggled behind his fingers as he watched her play. Sabrina looked at Jack then down at a small plastic toy boat that was floating aimlessly around. Grabbing it, she handed it to the blonde. “You pay?”
Jack took the plastic boat. “Tankee.”
Their gentle playing soon became loud splashing as the two tikes started to slam their toys in the water repeatedly. Squeals and giggles filled the bathroom and James peeked his head in just to check on them. He smiled at what he saw. I knew he’d grow to like it here. It’s a good thing Shay hasn’t been calling like crazy or Jack would’ve never adjusted to bein’ here. I see now I’ll have to maybe make this a more frequent happenin’ to tighten my bond with the boy. Then soon he’ll be beggin’ Shay to bring him here. It would kill the little whore if he heard Jack callin’ me daddy.
James gave the kids a few more minutes of playtime before he came back in to bathe them. When finished, he dressed them both and placed them together in Sabrina’s Big Girl bed. Both sticking their fingers and thumb in their mouths, Jack stared at his sister and she stared back.
Kissing them both on their temples, James whispered a ‘goodnight’ and quietly left the room. After having so much fun with his new friend, Jack didn’t realize Shay wasn’t around until it was time for bed and he didn’t see the curly headed brunette anywhere. Where was the book being read to him? Where were the warm protective arms being wrapped around him? Where was the gentle rubbing of his back? Where was the goodnight kiss to his cheek? Where was Mama?
Silent tears began to form in Jack’s almond eyes and he started to whimper, making Sabrina open her eyes and look at her blonde brother. “Mama.” He whispered. Missing her own mother, she slid closer to Jack and pressed her forehead against his. Grabbing his free hand, she held it until they both fell asleep.
***
“Hey, mama.” Katie said on the phone as she sat on her bed in the bedroom she shared with Tristan.
“Hi, mija. How are you?”
“Fine.”
“You behavin’ over there?”
“Yep. Tristan hasn’t though. Daddy had to spank him twice today.”
“Oh really? And where is your father?”
“He’s puttin’ Sabi and Jack to sleep.”
Richie paused. “………Jack’s there?”
“Uh huh. He came this afternoon. Daddy said he’s stayin’ until Wednesday.” Unfazed by her mother’s silence, the five year old kept talking. “I miss you, mama.”
“I miss you too, sweetheart. It’s so quiet here with you guys gone. Where’s your brother?”
“He’s here. Playing his videogame as usual.”
“Put him on the phone please. Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too.” Katie threw her pink and purple decorative pillow at the back of her brother’s head.
“Hey! Can’t you see I’m playin’ here?”
“Mama’s on the phone.”
“Tell’em I’m sleep.”
“But you’re not sleep, Tristan.”
“Tell’em anyway, Katie! Ow!” He turned and glared at his sister for throwing yet another pink and purple pillow at him.
“Take the phone, stupidhead.”
Sighing, the 9 year old brunette spiked with blonde paused his game then got up and sat down next to his sister. Taking the phone, he put it to his ear. “Hello.”
“Hey, mijo, how are you?”
“Fine.” He replied flatly.
Wow, he’s really giving me the cold shoulder. “So, ah, you havin’ fun stayin’ with your daddy?”
“Yep. Tons of fun. I’m gonna hate it when we have to leave.”
“I’m sure.” Richie murmured. “Well, I’m not gonna hold you then. I know you’re busy with your game and all. I just wanted to call and see how you and the girls were doin’.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll talk to you later. I love you, Tristan.”
“Yeah, okay. Bye, Mama.” He hung up.
Richie turned off his phone and tossed it on the bed behind him. “That never gets any easier to hear.” He said, referring to the brick wall his son had built up and tossed his mother on the other side of. Randy is right. When the kids get back, we’re gonna have a talk about what’s goin’ on and get this out in the open.
***
Randy finally approached the driveway of the lakehouse after spending the evening with Richie at the bar. He was a bit buzzed but not drunk. But the blonde could hardly pull his blue BMW into the drive good enough for all of the EMTs and police parked around. Quickly hopping out the car, Randy walked up to the first person he could get his hands on. “Excuse me, what’s going on here?”
The policeman turned around. “Are you the owner of this house?”
“Yes. What’s the matter?” His heart began racing, for the first thing that came to his mind was, Oh dear God, please don’t let something have happened to Shay or the babies.
“We got an emergency call from someone a little while ago but when we all showed up, no one was here.”
Randy frowned. “What? Well who called?”
“We don’t know. The operator told us there was a lot of frantic screamin’ and cryin’ but no one actually said anythin’. Our procedure is, if a 911 call has been made, we locate the address and send help immediately. Regardless if anyone speaks or not.”
“Shay and Bryant must’ve went to the hospital themselves. Dammit!” Not willing to stay and answer the questionable stare the policeman gave him, the blonde ran back to his car and flew down the road to the hospital. His mind was going a mile a minute. Oh fuck! Something’s happened to Shay. He’s gone into pre-mature labor after only three months of being pregnant and I wasn’t there to comfort him! Had I not been so pissed and bitchy earlier today, I would’ve been there for him! I’m such and idiot!
Once reaching the hospital, Randy ran inside and yelled, “Where is he?! I need to find Shay!”
“Randy?” A weak voice called out. Looking behind him, he spotted Shay and Larry sitting in he waiting room.
Overlooking Larry, Randy raced to Shay and hugged him then placed a large and protective hand over his growing belly. “Are you alright? Are you okay? The babies—“
“I’m fine, Randy. So are the babies.” Shay interrupted and when he did, Randy finally took a good look at his love’s face—flushed, misty, and red eyed.
“What happened? Where’s Bry?”
Shay surrendered to the tears and tightening throat after trying his hardest to keep it back. “He’s in the operatin’ room. They’re pumpin’ his stomach.”
“Why?”
Shay started to sob. “He—He overdosed.”
Randy grabbed his lover into his arms and held him close. “Oh baby. I’m so sorry.”
They stood that way for a while before Dr. Wheatley came out from the operating room. She pulled off the blue cap from her head and white mask from her face. Larry stood suddenly, feeling too antsy to keep sitting any longer.
“How is he?”
TBC....
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Chapter Twenty Three
Sunday Afternoon
Shay’s hand tapped his knee repeatedly as he sat in the living room and waited for Randy to come back. Hours the big blonde had been gone and he was eager for him to get back so he could apologize to him. To kill time, he’d thought about calling James’ place and speaking to Jack but he decided against it, thinking it would probably make Jack upset all over again and make Shay even more miserable.
His mother was still upstairs, of course, and he’d sent up a sandwich to him not too long ago. Bryant seemed okay—smiling when his son came in and thanking him for the food when he received it—but if he was okay, then why was he still isolating himself?
His mind quickly jumped from Randy to his mother and he got up to head upstairs and see the 41 year old, when the door bell rang. Opening it, he frowned wishing he could slam it in their face.
“Shay.” The deep voice said.
“Father.” Shay replied with, though it carried no meaning. To him, it was just some 6-letter word that started with an ‘F’.
Larry caught the look of disdain on his son’s face and took it as a slap among a long list of others that he deserved. He adjusted his slightly oily baseball cap on his head. “Is ah, is your mama here?”
“Why, so you can break his spirits even more than what you already have? You’ve got a lot of nerve showin’ up here.”
“Look, I know I’ve been the biggest asshole in town. To him and you. I realize this and I wanna try to make it right if I can.”
“Well it’s too late, dad! You fucked up!” Shay moved to shut the door in his father’s face but Larry slid his foot in the way, stopping it.
“I’d like to hear that from Bry.”
“Too bad! Now back up!”
“Shay, let me talk to Bry!”
“Go away or I’m gonna call the—“ Shay paused his sentence when they both heard a loud thump coming from upstairs like something fell. Shay’s heart skipped a beat. “Mama.” Running upstairs as fast as he could, he opened Bryant’s bedroom door. “NO, MAMA!”
Racing up the stairs, Larry ran into Bryant’s room, seeing the older brunette on the floor unconscious. Five empty pill bottles were on the floor. Shay was kneeled down next to his mother with a phone. He was trying to call 911 but the feeling of hysteria and flood of tears rolling down his face, prevented him from even speaking a word when the emergency operator picked up the line. Only sobs and “Oh God! Mama, please get up!”
His heart was racing and he could feel his hands shaking, but Larry immediately jumped into action. He rushed to where Bryant laid on the floor and placed him in his arms bridal style. “Put the phone down and grab those pill bottles.” Too shocked to move, Larry raised his voice to put his son back in his senses. “Grab the bottles and lets go, boy!” Grabbing the pill bottles, Shay followed his father down the stairs and into his truck.
Flying a dangerous 90mph up the road, Larry and Shay made it to the hospital. Carrying an unmoving Bryant inside the emergency room, Larry yelled to anyone that was listening, “We need a doctor!”
A female doctor and two nurses—both pushing a stretcher—ran to where they were standing. “I’m Dr. Wheatley. What’s happened?” The middle aged blonde asked as Bryant was placed on the gurney.
“I think he overdosed on his medicine.”
Shay handed her the pill bottles. “These.”
Dr. Wheatley spoke to one of the nurses. “Go prep the OR.” When the young lady left, she pressed her fingers against Bryant’s neck for a moment, then lifted the closed eyelids to look at his pupils. “He’s still alive, but barely.” The doctor and the other nurse rushed Bryant down the hallway.
Father and son stood silently as they watched them disappear behind the swinging double doors.
***
Sunday night
“There we go.” James said softly as he placed Jack in the bubbly bathtub with Sabrina. Placing some toys in with them, he left them alone to play for a minute before he came back to bathe them.
The two 2 year olds just sat and stared at each other—Sabrina sucked on her thumb and Jack sucked on his ring and middle finger. Soon tired of that, Sabrina sighed and made a grab for her rubber ducky. She squeezed it and it made loud squeaking noise. Laughing, she splashed the toy around the water.
Jack giggled behind his fingers as he watched her play. Sabrina looked at Jack then down at a small plastic toy boat that was floating aimlessly around. Grabbing it, she handed it to the blonde. “You pay?”
Jack took the plastic boat. “Tankee.”
Their gentle playing soon became loud splashing as the two tikes started to slam their toys in the water repeatedly. Squeals and giggles filled the bathroom and James peeked his head in just to check on them. He smiled at what he saw. I knew he’d grow to like it here. It’s a good thing Shay hasn’t been calling like crazy or Jack would’ve never adjusted to bein’ here. I see now I’ll have to maybe make this a more frequent happenin’ to tighten my bond with the boy. Then soon he’ll be beggin’ Shay to bring him here. It would kill the little whore if he heard Jack callin’ me daddy.
James gave the kids a few more minutes of playtime before he came back in to bathe them. When finished, he dressed them both and placed them together in Sabrina’s Big Girl bed. Both sticking their fingers and thumb in their mouths, Jack stared at his sister and she stared back.
Kissing them both on their temples, James whispered a ‘goodnight’ and quietly left the room. After having so much fun with his new friend, Jack didn’t realize Shay wasn’t around until it was time for bed and he didn’t see the curly headed brunette anywhere. Where was the book being read to him? Where were the warm protective arms being wrapped around him? Where was the gentle rubbing of his back? Where was the goodnight kiss to his cheek? Where was Mama?
Silent tears began to form in Jack’s almond eyes and he started to whimper, making Sabrina open her eyes and look at her blonde brother. “Mama.” He whispered. Missing her own mother, she slid closer to Jack and pressed her forehead against his. Grabbing his free hand, she held it until they both fell asleep.
***
“Hey, mama.” Katie said on the phone as she sat on her bed in the bedroom she shared with Tristan.
“Hi, mija. How are you?”
“Fine.”
“You behavin’ over there?”
“Yep. Tristan hasn’t though. Daddy had to spank him twice today.”
“Oh really? And where is your father?”
“He’s puttin’ Sabi and Jack to sleep.”
Richie paused. “………Jack’s there?”
“Uh huh. He came this afternoon. Daddy said he’s stayin’ until Wednesday.” Unfazed by her mother’s silence, the five year old kept talking. “I miss you, mama.”
“I miss you too, sweetheart. It’s so quiet here with you guys gone. Where’s your brother?”
“He’s here. Playing his videogame as usual.”
“Put him on the phone please. Love you, sweetie.”
“Love you too.” Katie threw her pink and purple decorative pillow at the back of her brother’s head.
“Hey! Can’t you see I’m playin’ here?”
“Mama’s on the phone.”
“Tell’em I’m sleep.”
“But you’re not sleep, Tristan.”
“Tell’em anyway, Katie! Ow!” He turned and glared at his sister for throwing yet another pink and purple pillow at him.
“Take the phone, stupidhead.”
Sighing, the 9 year old brunette spiked with blonde paused his game then got up and sat down next to his sister. Taking the phone, he put it to his ear. “Hello.”
“Hey, mijo, how are you?”
“Fine.” He replied flatly.
Wow, he’s really giving me the cold shoulder. “So, ah, you havin’ fun stayin’ with your daddy?”
“Yep. Tons of fun. I’m gonna hate it when we have to leave.”
“I’m sure.” Richie murmured. “Well, I’m not gonna hold you then. I know you’re busy with your game and all. I just wanted to call and see how you and the girls were doin’.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll talk to you later. I love you, Tristan.”
“Yeah, okay. Bye, Mama.” He hung up.
Richie turned off his phone and tossed it on the bed behind him. “That never gets any easier to hear.” He said, referring to the brick wall his son had built up and tossed his mother on the other side of. Randy is right. When the kids get back, we’re gonna have a talk about what’s goin’ on and get this out in the open.
***
Randy finally approached the driveway of the lakehouse after spending the evening with Richie at the bar. He was a bit buzzed but not drunk. But the blonde could hardly pull his blue BMW into the drive good enough for all of the EMTs and police parked around. Quickly hopping out the car, Randy walked up to the first person he could get his hands on. “Excuse me, what’s going on here?”
The policeman turned around. “Are you the owner of this house?”
“Yes. What’s the matter?” His heart began racing, for the first thing that came to his mind was, Oh dear God, please don’t let something have happened to Shay or the babies.
“We got an emergency call from someone a little while ago but when we all showed up, no one was here.”
Randy frowned. “What? Well who called?”
“We don’t know. The operator told us there was a lot of frantic screamin’ and cryin’ but no one actually said anythin’. Our procedure is, if a 911 call has been made, we locate the address and send help immediately. Regardless if anyone speaks or not.”
“Shay and Bryant must’ve went to the hospital themselves. Dammit!” Not willing to stay and answer the questionable stare the policeman gave him, the blonde ran back to his car and flew down the road to the hospital. His mind was going a mile a minute. Oh fuck! Something’s happened to Shay. He’s gone into pre-mature labor after only three months of being pregnant and I wasn’t there to comfort him! Had I not been so pissed and bitchy earlier today, I would’ve been there for him! I’m such and idiot!
Once reaching the hospital, Randy ran inside and yelled, “Where is he?! I need to find Shay!”
“Randy?” A weak voice called out. Looking behind him, he spotted Shay and Larry sitting in he waiting room.
Overlooking Larry, Randy raced to Shay and hugged him then placed a large and protective hand over his growing belly. “Are you alright? Are you okay? The babies—“
“I’m fine, Randy. So are the babies.” Shay interrupted and when he did, Randy finally took a good look at his love’s face—flushed, misty, and red eyed.
“What happened? Where’s Bry?”
Shay surrendered to the tears and tightening throat after trying his hardest to keep it back. “He’s in the operatin’ room. They’re pumpin’ his stomach.”
“Why?”
Shay started to sob. “He—He overdosed.”
Randy grabbed his lover into his arms and held him close. “Oh baby. I’m so sorry.”
They stood that way for a while before Dr. Wheatley came out from the operating room. She pulled off the blue cap from her head and white mask from her face. Larry stood suddenly, feeling too antsy to keep sitting any longer.
“How is he?”
TBC....
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