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PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Readers got to know Monty, the captain of Jordy's rugby team, a bit better, and his father, Dr Griffin, was introduced as one of the surgeon's at the local hospital. Disaster struck as a man found Farrow, from where he had been viciously hit by Zan's car and brought him to the hospital. Monty immediately recognised Farrow, which helped Dr Griffin since Farrow had nothing on him which could identify him. The surgery was done on the Farrow's damaged and swelled brain and on the major head injuries he received. We read how Zan had absolutely NO remorse for running Farrow over, especially as he was a major homophobe, he actually felt a sick PRIDE in having done that! Meanwhile, Jordy finally came out to his father as being gay, with Bernard Dean amazingly taking the news well and supporting his son, however he was not happy at all when Jordy confessed that he was in love with Farrow. All through the night, Jordy had the feeling that something was wrong, that something wasn't right, but he couldn't place his finger on it. He even had a wet dream concerning him and Farrow later that night. Eventually, there was nothing that anyone could do for Farrow, and Monty asked his father if he could see Farrow for a while. To Monty's shock, Farrow, who had great difficulty speaking and expressing himself, begged Monty for a huge favour...his estranged twin brother Gary was arriving the next day, and he begged Monty to ask Gary to pretend that he was Farrow, for Jordy to never find out that Farrow had passed away. Farrow finally died, and Monty was left with a huge decision, especially because readers found out that Monty was gay himself and in love with Jordy...in the end he made the decision to try and go through with it...what Farrow had asked him.
CHAPTER 3
It was nearing 11:00 that same morning. Monty was nervously walking up and down inside the airport's entrance area, to somehow get a glimpse of someone who resembled Farrow. All that he knew was that Farrow had a twin brother, and according to the latter's dying words, they were identical. There was loads of times since he had arrived at the airport that he wanted to turn around and go home, to have fun, to practise his Rugby skills, to work out new strategies to win games...just to be Monty Griffin, a normal, eighteen year old dude with no worries in the world except that his cock got hard infront of sexy boys...
But he had made his decision and he knew that he couldn't let Farrow down. The poor kid begged Monty with his last breath not to allow Jordy to know that he had passed away. Just how Monty was going to be able to get away with that, he probably never questioned. Go figure, hey! Then there was that intense hatred he carried in his heart towards Zan Locke...the bastard who was the reason that Jordy may never be able to play Rugby again. Monty sighed...why was it that the biggest douchebags in the world got to have the greatest looks? Monty hated to admit it, but Zan was built. He was sexy as hell. Tall, lanky, short black hair, gently spiked upwards, a stunning six pack with a eagle tattoo right in the middle of his pecs and a bad boy look that would make even the straightest of straight admire him. There was a time that he fantasized about Zan, to be honest...but now, all he wanted to go was kill the fucker for ruining Jordy's life. That might well still happen, Monty thought with a cringe, if things don't work out, if Gary refuses to pretend to be Farrow, or if they couldn't pull this off. Monty took the final swallow out of the can of Coke he was drinking and threw it in the trash...fuck this...he was sorry for Farrow and Jordy, but there was no way they could get away with his. Never in a fucking trillion years. He turned around and walked out of the airport and straight to his father's car that he had borrowed. He was still silently apologising to Farrow for having lost his nerve, when he heard a voice that sent chills down his spine. His hand was still on the car door when he quickly turned around to where the voice had come from.
My God.
It was like Farrow had suddenly come back to life. Monty's mouth fell open at the sight of, what MUST have been Gary, walking out of the building with a backpack strapped to his shoulders. He was whisteling as he walked towards a strange man. It was like Monty's body was edging him to go closer, to find out more, to listen in on a conversation of two people he never saw before in his life.
"Here's the change, Mr Roland. Can we like, go now?" Gary asked the man, looking very excited and impatient at the same time.
"What the hell are you in such a hurry for? You have come on numerous business trips with me in the past, and its never affected you like this, boy!" the man said with a sharp voice, the kind that made Monty appreciate his father all over again, even he had too had some homophobic tendancies.
"Im just...jet lagged, okay? Where's your wife, what the hell is taking her so long!" Gary continued to whine.
"Boy, I'm really beginning to lose my fucking patience with you. You remember well what happened the last time you tested me, right? Your arm has healed, but I can break it again. Think about that," the man said, not even looking at Gary, his eyes focused very much on the overweight woman who was making her way out of the airport with bags of take out in his hands.
"Damnit Joy, what's all this?"
"We might get hungry, Frank! We don't know this city, we have never been here before!" the woman happily replied.
"Yeah go on then, keep stuffing your face, that's all you're good for. Come on, lets go," the man ordered and the three of them got into the car, the woman with some great difficulty, and drove out of the airport parking lot. With the speed of the Rugby player that he was, Monty ran to his car, got in and drove after them like a fucking mad man. This was it, somehow he had to follow them to a point where he could meet up with Gary alone. Clearly Gary was in a hurry because he wanted to see his twin brother. FUCK...if this backfires, there was two hearts that he was gonna break...Monty thought as he kept his eye on the Toyota infront of him.
Jordy was getting ready to be discharged that same day, apparantly there was nothing that the doctors could do for him no more, as it was now a waiting game to see how and when the knee would heal and if he would be able to play Rugby ever again. His father had come over to help him pack as Jordy wasn't allowed to put any weight on his leg as yet.
"Dad, did you talk to Mom...you know...about what we had talked about yesterday?" he asked carefully.
Bernard Dean placed Jordy's laptop into the carrier bag and shook his head.
"I wish things were different, Son. Your mom was raised to...you know...Mormons believe stuff that we don't. I know that being gay is not a choice, buddy, but your mom WILL not feel the same about all this. I hate asking you to do this, but could you just...keep this quiet for the time being?"
"Sure Dad, what ever you say..." Jordy replied, sadly knowing that his father was right.
A knock on the door startled them both, and with Jordy initially thinking that it was probably Farrow, was turning red as a bloody tomato when he saw that it was Zan.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Come to finish me off?" Jordy let rip as loud as he could, not caring one bit that the whole nurse's station could hear him.
"JORDY! THAT's ENOUGH!"
Bernard's voice was way louder and more extreme than that of his son, and immediately both boys were deadly quiet...lasting for a mere five seconds before...
"Dad, you don't get it, this is the fucker who's the reason that my leg is TOTALLY FUCKED!"
"And that's why you two boys are going to talk this out right now. I'll be right outside and beware your souls if one of you comes out of here without MY permission. Go on then, sort this out! BOTH OF YOU!" Bernard said sternly before giving Jordy a knowing look. Zan was looking very timid all of a sudden, like he wasn't sure himself what he was doing in Jordy's hospital room. There was a big moment of tension in the air as both boys refused to be the first to speak. That was until Bernard shouted "I can't hear you!" from the other side of the door, leaving Jordy to place his eyes on the other boy.
"Zan, what do you want from me?"
"Jordy...yesterday..."
"You saw me and Farrow kissing the shit out of eachother. Lemme guess, there is only probably about...lets see...two people you HAVEN'T told, right? My whole fucking school must know by now that their best player is nothing but a f..."
"I haven't told anyone, Jordy."
"...aggot ass who's going to hell...what did you say?"
Zan stepped closer to Jordy, his right hand side, his head staring at his chest, his eyes averted.
"I haven't told anyone what I saw yesterday. If you and Farrow wanna be all lovey dovey, than that's your business. I came to apologise yesterday, I never meant to seriously injure you that day. I promise!"
"Yeah, like hell, Zan! You knew that I was close to the touchline and you KNEW that you had to run like hell to catch me and you KNEW that you were going to injure me at the speed we both were going when you tackled me! Don't come and tell me bullshit like that, cuz I ain't fucking believing you! You've distroyed my life, Zan! I'll never be able to play Rugby ever again, thanks to YOU!" Jordy spat out, bits of his saliva splattering on Zan's handsome face, such was the sheer anger in which Jordy was speaking. The latter boy was shaking, his fists balled, in hate over this boy standing next to him.
It was suddenly like Zan's eyes gained momentum, new life, new energy, like something was edging him on to lift up his face, the tears rolling down his cheeks and to grab Jordy's arm and squeezing the hell out of it. Jordy gasped at the sheer pain flowing through his arm and with the grip that Zan was holding it. He looked into Zan's face, and there was nothing but evil written all over.
"You're actually blaming ME for ruining your life? I'm sorry, Jordy...but that wasn't me. That was all YOU, dude...the day you decided to be GAY!" he hissed. He finally released Jordy's arm, slapping it against the injured knee, with Jordy howling out in pain. Zan quicky ran out of the room, past the surprised and confused Bernard, who rushed into the room to try and help his son.
"JEEZ IT HURTS, DAD!!!" Jordy wailed. Bernard pressed the emergancy button to call a nurse as Zan's red, demonic expression simply refused to go away before Jordy's eyes. There was something terribly wrong with Zan Locke...
The car that Monty was following had finally stopped at one of the wealthiest and most expensive hotels in town. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Frank Roland and his wife was loaded. Didn't take a genius to figure out why Joy Roland was so fucking overweight either. His luck was definitely in...Gary was sitting peacefully outside of the hotel with what looked like a cellphone in his hand. Monty swallowed hard...this was now or never, he thought as he slowly got out of the car.
"Come on, Slugger, where ARE you..." Gary whispered impatiently, his left leg tapping up and down in sheer frustration. He so desperately wanted to see his twin brother, it felt like decades when infact it only had been close to three years. Why wasn't Slugger answering? He redialed Farrow's number but it just continued to ring and ring and ring, until he threw his iPhone into the soft grass in anger. Damn man, Farrow knew that he was coming today, where the fucking hell was he?
"That looks like a expensive thing to just throw away, dude," a voice said behind him. Gary turned around to see a stunningly sexy boy looking straight at him.
"Yeah, so what's it to you?" he retorted, picking up the iPhone and getting ready to dial Farrow number for the fourth time.
"Are you...is your name Gary by any chance?" the strange boy asked, slowly, as if he was scared of him.
"Who the hell wants to know?" Gary said, a feeling of creepy gaining on his shoulders.
"Thank God...listen, can we like...speak in private for a second? You don't know me at all, I know, but I did know your brother, Farrow. It directly concerns him."
"Farrow? Do you know where he is? I've been trying to contact him all fucking morning!" Gary said, his tone of voice slightly changing when he heard this boy was a friend of Farrow. The boy didn't come closer or step back, instead he just kept staring at him.
"Dude, are you okay? You're freaking me out here, man," Gary said, raising his defences.
Monty knew what he wanted to say...what he HAD to say. He just didn't know HOW.
"Gary, I really don't wanna do this here, but you don't know me at all, so I'm not gonna ask you to follow me somewhere. Is there somewhere in this hotel that we can talk? Dude, I know this is probably looking like I'm a pervert on steriods, but I really need to talk to you!"
The desperation in Monty's voice changed Gary's stance...he mentioned for Monty to follow him, which the latter did. Gary lead him all the way inside the posh establishment until they reached a big restaurant, clearly the main dining place in the hotel.
"You take a seat so long, I'll get us a couple of Cokes," Gary said, leaving Monty on his own. FUCCCCCK...how do I DO this...he wondered, looking upwards at the ceiling as if silently expecting an answer from Above.
Zan was silent as he sat on the soft grass, right infront of the grocery store where it all happened the previous day. Just a mere 24 hours ago, he was a normal teenage boy, who lived and breathed Rugby. Now, he returned as a murderer. He looked straight at the spot where the municipal workers were still cleaning up from of Farrow's blood and skin which was splattered over the tarred road. Zan closed his eyes...he didn't wanna do it. Honestly, it was just an accident, he never ever dreamed that he might run someone over...he was nothing more than a cold blooded killer. He carefully stood up and walked behind the old oak tree that was situated a few feet away. Very slowly, careful that no one saw him, he took out the one substance that he loved the most. What he always needed before and after a game. What he needed now...before he could stiff the snow white power up his nose and run it through his teeth, he heard a faint noise...it sounded like music from the Kings of Leon...Zan ignored it, thinking that it was probably just a far off car radio and moaned inwardly as the cocaine travelled its way upwards into his nostrils. It flared with relief and fulfillment as he smiled breathlessly. There...done...now he could cope again for a while...fuck, he was nearly out aswell...the music got more and more clear as he walked onto the pavement and towards where his car was parked. Zan stopped, and listened, very difficult since the effects of the drugs was beginning to take effect...he looked back towards the tree. He ran towards the ageing piece of wood and with huge amazement grabbed the phone that was ringing non stop, laying between a couple of dead leaves. The wallpaper on the main screen told him everything he wanted to know. The faces of Jordy and Farrow smiling up at him. A quick look into the menu of the BlackBerry and his suspicions was confirmed.
He killed that faggot...and now he had his phone.
"What's all this about? You seem really...I dunno...out of it, dude."
"Gary, I dunno how to fucking say this. Its Farrow...he..."
"Oh man, he couldn't make it, so he sent you?"
"No, not at all...listen...why has Farrow never mentioned you before?" Monty asked, looking to buy some more time to steady himself. Gary's face got a sneaky smile, as if he was remembering a very fond memory.
"Dude, I swear, even though you're a friend of Farrow's you'll never believe me. And if Farrow hasn't mentioned me at all, its because he wanted to have it that way. Im not sure if I want to tell you about all that shit, if he doesn't wanna speak about it."
In reality, Gary was dying to tell someone, anyone, on how much he loved and adored his brother. He will never forget THAT afternoon...the one and so far only time that they couldn't keep their hands to themselves any longer. God knows, they tried. They fought against it so hard, they even stayed out of eachother's way as much as they possibly could. But in the end, their brotherly, identical twin love for eachother had evolved like a fucking Charmeleon into a fiery Charizard. It was Farrow, who entered Gary's room that afternoon...words wasn't even needed...both knew instinctively that they couldn't pretend anymore.
Farrow looked at Gary with utter shock and with total realization. When it finally dawned on him what Gary was saying with his eyes he closed his own, and suddenly relived that dream...Gary's hand was still on his shoulder and he started to caress and gently rub the flesh and muscle underneath.
"Farrow...do you want this as much as I do? If you don't, I'll walk away, and we'll never talk about this again," Gary whispered, fear displayed in his eyes. This was a major taboo between dudes. Especially if they were identical twin brothers like they were.
Farrow couldn't answer. His voice totally let him down. He could only nod, and when he did, tears started flowing over his handsome teenager's then fifteen year old face. Both right then suddenly knew that they had made their decision.
The two boys entered Farrow's room quietly and without talking. They knew it was the safest place since both their parents were work for at least another couple of hours. Farrow placed down his backpack but couldn't find himself to look at Gary. It was when he felt the hand on his shoulder yet again that he finally turned around. Both boys knew how they felt about eachother right then but were simply too scared to say or show it. It was finally Gary who made the first move.
"Its okay...we don't have to talk, we don't have to say anything," he whispered before he allowed Farrow swiftly to pass him, both of them completely forgetting to lock the bedroom door, before he was basically attacked by the boy he had been born with, the one he had shared a womb with, the one had had loved all his life. Farrow placed his hands on the side of the teenager's face, lifting it so that he was looking into his eyes, leaning in and violently placed his lips on Gary's. Farrow's erection was noticed by Gary, as both young boys's mouth's opened for entrance, both melting into eachother, holding eachother tight.
Gary pulled away, running his fingers through Farrow's ash brown spiky air, trailing his fingers down Farrow's cheek and playfully pulled on his growing beard.
"You need to shave, my friend..." Gary said with a smile, while he gently caressed Farrow's face.
"And you, my brother, are fucking driving me insane," Farrow responded as their lips found eachother's once more in a passion not known to either boy. Both could feel their hard cocks pressing against the other, as Farrow's knees gave way. Gary lost his balance and accidently fell right on top of Farrow.
"You planned this, didn't you? Falling down, right?" Gary asked, pulling Farrow towards him by his hair.
"Fuck yeah, I did!" Farrow replied, leaning upwards and kissing the teenage, horny beauty fiercely, caressing the latter's body and ass especially.
Farrow's cock head was by now red glimmering hard and he jumped up immediately by hearing those words from his utterly sexy brother, kicked his shoes off. Then he unbuttoned his school shirt and threw it behind him onto the settee. Taking the few steps needed to draw close to Gary he then stood close to his face, stroking the hard tube in Gary's school pants to show the latter what he was going to get. Farrow's hand pushed Gary onto the chair and spun it around quietly as it returned Gary to a sitting position, bring Farrow's mouth closer to his pants. He reached forward and pulled the zip down the front of the boy's trousers.
Gary pushed his hips forward, his hands now either side of his lower stomach. There was no belt and Farrow undid the metal button, so the fly could open at the waist. Farrow pulled the faded pants material down enough so they fell to Gary's ankles. Gary stepped back and picked them up, stopping, still bent at the waist, so that he and Farrow could kiss, before throwing the clothing onto his shirt on the settee. Standing up straight - no pun intended - Gary was aware that Farrow was looking at the wet spot on his Calvin Klein black jockstrap pouch, where his seven inch cock was leaking with excitement. Farrow leaned forward and licked the darker fabric, tasting the saltiness of the boy's pre-cum. He bit Gary's hard tube as Gary put his hands on Farrow's head.
With his tongue Farrow prised the side of the pouch aside to reveal the hardened, inflated glans. His lips kissed the split end as his tongue encouraged more of the clear nectar to flow into his mouth. Gary's hips pushed his knob end into Farrow's mouth, as Gary held Farrow's head to steady it, caressing his identical twin brother's spiky brown hair. Further and further he pushed himself into his long time friend's mouth, pushing in an inch, withdrawing it out a half inch, repeating this until a good six inches of his shaft was inside the encircling lips. He felt the motion of Farrow's throat as Farrow swallowed and hummed, the pulsations and vibrations stimulating the nerve ends in his glans. With a conscious effort Gary did not cum his load right there and then, but withdrew his shaft and smacked Farrow's cheek sideways with it.
"Farrow...I know...I know you're horny and shit but please dude...I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!" the desperate Gary groaned, his stomach heaving up and down at a furious pace.
But Farrow wasn't even on first base yet. While he gently sucked Gary's hard cock into his mouth, Farrow positioned his fat knobhead at his hole. Despite Gary's giant load of spunk already up there, just waiting to travel up his cock, Farrow could tell he was not going to get resistance from Gary's hole. Trusting to this theory, Farrow put his knobhead to Gary's hole and pushed hard. His hole suddenly seemed to give way, and without meaning to, Farrow had slammed his gigantic cock deep into Gary's body, with more than half his bodyweight behind it.
Gary franctially yelled at the top of his voice. It had hurt, certainly, but Farrow's seven inch fucker had struck him like no other guy had before! This was his BROTHER fucking him! He spread his legs, pressing himself against Farrow's hips, trying to get more of his cock inside. They were virgins, teens...they didn't know better...
"OHHH FUCK!!" Farrow growled in sheer lust and attitude, as his hands came up to stroke Gary's belly and six pack, his ripped chest, as his cock sank deeper into Gary's butt.
"Hell yeah, come on, bro! Fuck me! Fuck me SO hard!" Gary groaned.
"Aw yeah, I'm gonna fuck you so hard!!" Farrow moaned as he took hold of Gary's legs by the ankles and pulled them apart, leaving Gary completely open to him. Farrow began thrusting hard with exaggerated movements of his hips, snagging his cock on Gary's prostate with each stroke, causing him to moan louder. Gary immencely seemed to enjoy it much more! He kept jacking off his own 7 inch rock solid hard dick with every single fucking thrust his twin brother and best buddy gave him.
Farrow was on fire meanwhile was beside himself with lust. He had never fucked anyone before. The moans, groans and grunts of Gary, rather than just sighs and screams, was so much more stimulating. However, Farrow wasn't sure how much more he could take of this, and all at once, he felt the inevitable sensation in his balls meaning that the end was approaching. He knew he wanted to slow down to prolong this further, but he was so caught up in the fuck that hejust kept going faster and faster, unable to stop his hips thrusting into Gary.
"Fuckin' hell Gary, I'm gonna shoot!" He gasped, his mind fogging and his pelvis jolting out of rhythm.
"Oh yeah Farrow, shoot that big load up my ass!" Gary coaxed softly, although his voice was filled with almost angry lust, and his lips began to snarl with pleasure as he rode Farrow's cock, looking down at his own's greatly defined, yet lean body, completely hairless from top to bottom, a pool of clear precum gathering on top of his chest beneath his's cock.
"Oh fuck yeah!! Damn I'm cumming, I'm really cumming, bro!" Farrow screamed as his spunk suddenly raged up from his balls, his muscled stomach lurging forward, his hips pumping of their own accord, spurting a load almost equal to his own that night he had in his wet dream about Gazza two nights ago, overloading Gary's arse so that cum squirted out around Farrow's still steel hard cock.
Both Gary and Farrow were tired as fuck, but Farrow didn't forget his promise to his twin buddy. He tiredly leaned down, to where Gary's rock hard cock still lied in wait, covered in sweat and pre cum juices. He took the organ into his hand, and started to slowly jack the sexy, tired boy off.
"OH FUCK YES..." Gary hissed hoarsely, after all he had been through that afternoon. Farrow took the top of the organ deep into his slippery mouth, an emotion overwhelming Gary as his dick was covered in hot, warm velvet. For the utmost time that afternoon, he tiredly reached down and caressed his fingers through Farrow's now sweaty hair while the latter sucked his cock up down, up down, up down, until he finally saw and felt a swelling in Gary's big balls. Farrow leaned down and gave them each a tongue bath they'll never forget, before feeling the sperm travelling upwards. He dove back onto Gary's dick, sucking it like a fucking vucuum cleaner before he felt the first two sudden spurts, going straight to the back of Farrow's throat, forcing him to swallow, while the following three, quick, spurts were all enjoyed. Their flavour, texture and taste were all savoured before Farrow swallowed it.
He was pulled up towards Gary, looking deep into his brother's eyes, holding him gently by the hand and slowly layed a passionately deep kiss on him. It felt natural for Farrow to want to lie down on his brother's body, and slowly placed his head on Gary shoulder, while the latter stretched his arms around Farrow, gently holding him. Two tired boys were faced suddenly with exactly what just happened between them.
"So what now?" Farrow whispered after a few minutes, gently kissing Gary's shoulder as he did so.
"I dunno, buddy. Do we have to label this?" Gary asked, still running his fingers through Farrow's hair.
Farrow looked up and placed his body so that his face was right on top of Gary's.
"I love you..." Farrow whispered to his brother.
And that was exactly when their father had walked in on them, seconds later.
"Okay, Gary, there is no way to say this, so I'm just going to. Okay...here goes...Gary...Farrow was in an accident last night."
Gary's face whitened instantly.
"What? Oh my G...is he okay, where is he? Where's my brother?" he hissed, he didn't care that half the restaurant was staring that them right then. Monty took a deep breath.
"He didn't make it, Gary. He died this morning."
Ten minutes had passed since Monty had told Gary the devistating news. There was a silence that wasn't awkward, but not welcoming either. Finally Gary opened his mouth, cleared his voice and spoke:
"But...but I spoke to him...just yesterday...he knew I was coming..."
"Gary, yes, and that's why I'm here. Please don't interupt me right now, otherwise I'll never have the guts to ask you this...Farrow had a very good friend called Jordy. They were best friends, closer than any two buds I've ever seen. Where one went, the other was never far behind. Im the Captain of Castleford High's senior Rugby team, and both Jordy and Farrow played for us, until Farrow was suspended from school. They said he burned down one of the classrooms...but anyway, I was there, this morning when he died. My father is the surgeon who operated on him, see? Now Gary, this is NOT a joke, or a lie...but Farrow's last words...was..."
"It was what?" Gary asked hoarsely after Monty was clearly struggling to speak.
"He begged me...he begged me to ask you if you would pretend to be him. If you would live on his place, as him, as Farrow. You see, Gary, he and Jordy weren't just friends, they were boyfriends. Lovers. I'm sorry if this is a shock to you, that your brother was gay, but that's what he asked me. Dude, he loved Jordy so much that he didn't want Jordy to know the truth. A few weeks ago, Jordy suffered a hell of a nasty injury and the doc's told him he may never be able to play Rugby again. Gary, I think that Farrow had the same picture in mind as I do right now...Jordy is depressed, he already cannot cope with the fact that he has to be in a wheelchair, or that he can't play Rugby...but if he has to lose his best friend, the dude he loved on top of all this..."
Monty's voice had finally decided to give in. Gary couldn't look up at him. All that he could see was Farrow's face, the same boy who grew up with him, who shared everything with him, until that aweful afternoon when the child court decided that the two should be seperated and Gary was placed with the Roland family. Gary knew his brother well enough to know that there was a good reason for Farrow to ask this of him. Whoever this Jordy dude was, Farrow must have cared deeply for him. He knew his brother. They were twins, for fuck's sake.
"If I agree to this, how the hell will I fool this Jordy dude? He and Farrow obviously have memories and stuff which I know nothing about," Gary whispered to Monty.
"I've been thinking about that on the way over here...dude Farrow suffered extensive head and brain injuries. He had no ID on him, nothing to identify him with. With my Dad's help, and using the head injury, I think we can get away with this. My dad can simply tell Jordy that "Farrow" has a case of temporary Amnesia, or whatever that shit is called. You know enough about your twin brother to portray him, that I'm sure of, or Farrow would have never asked this of you."
"And what the fuck about the Rolands? My foster parents?" Gary said, his eyes narrowing.
"What about them? As far as I could see and hear this morning, they treat you like shit! Why the hell would you wanna stay with them if there's an way out?" Monty asked excitedly.
Gary slowly but surely realised what Monty was hinting at...
"You mean...?
"Let the Rolands think that it was YOU that died! You and Farrow look ALIKE! Do they know about Farrow?"
"Yeah ofcourse, but they don't know he lives...I mean lived here..."
"EXACTLY! I'll talk it over with my Dad, I'm sure I can convince him! Jordy will never know that Farrow died, and the Rolands will think YOU died! They'll probably not even fucking care! We can always tell Jordy you were in an accident or something," Monty said to a stunned Gary.
"There's no way any doctor, even if he's your dad will say yes to any of this..." Gary whispered, refusing to look at Monty.
"There's one way of finding out," Monty replied.
"You want me to do WHAT?" Dr Griffin yelled, almost dropping his coffee.
"Dad, please...I BEG you..."
"You realise I can lose my job over you just asking me this?"
"Hell yeah I do! Then you'll also know that I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't desperate! Dad, please, hasn't Jordy suffered enough?"
Dr Griffen scratched his head.
"You say this Roland family is abusing and even hurting this Gary boy? You're sure of it?"
"Dad, I fucking heard him say that he broke Gary's arm before, and that he can do it again!"
"Okay, okay, Son, just calm the fuck down, okay?"
Monty waited with baited breath while his father sat silently in thought.
"You do realise you'll have to lie for the rest of your life, don't you, Monty?"
"Yes, Dad."
"God...you must care for Jordy Dean an awful lot to make a sacrifise as big as this..."
Damn Dad...you can never know how much I love that kid...Monty thought as his father picked up his telephone with a sigh.
"He said he'll help us. He'll do it."
"I don't feel good about this at all, Monty."
"Do you think I'm enjoying this?"
"That's not what I said!"
Monty took a deep breath to calm him down.
"My dad said that you can come and stay with us until he breaks the news to the Rolands. He'll then let them know that "Gary" had been in an accident and that he is the one who died. You gave your ID and library card to my dad, so there's no way they won't believe him. Then, after they had gone back home, you return as "Farrow" and we'll take things from there. One step at a time."
Gary nodded uncertainly, he wasn't ready for this at all.
"Fuck dude, something has just hit me..." Monty said, his eyes widening.
"What the fuck is that?"
"You're not even gay! Jeez...now you have to be in a relationship with Jordy...FUCK I totally forgot about that..."
Gary laughed slightly and placed his hand on Monty's shoulder.
"Do you know why Farrow never mentioned me?"
Monty shook his head.
"Because our father caught us in bed fucking when we were fifteen years old. We were seperated by the child court. We hadn't even spoken in weeks. Haven't seen eachother in the flesh since the day we were seperated. I loved my bro, and I ain't ashamed of that. I'll do my best to honour his last wish," Gary said before walking away.
On the outside he was acting brave...on the inside he was shaking.
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