A Deep Love By James
Disclaimer
This story deals with sexual as well as romantic situations between teenaged males. If this offends you, or if you're not of the legal age to read such material, then please find something else to read.
Introduction
As I argued in the author's notes of the previous chapter, I have reached the conclusion that with a few exceptions, our society has no use for children and/or their welfare. The moral nihilism that runs through our culture is apparent, especially when it comes to how we treat our children. For the full monologue on my thoughts, see A Deep Love: Book 2 Chapter 7 to understand the general idea of which I'm speaking.
This chapter will also deal in detail with how we deal with children, mainly through what Michael and the others have to encounter when taking in abandoned and abused kids. One person who understood completely the dangers that invariably result from the society-wide neglect and abuse as well as complete disregard for children was the author Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Dostoyevsky understood the interconnectedness of all of us and the joy that can come when that is honored, respected and heeded. He understood how life could be enhanced, both physically and morally when we take care of those among us, especially those who are children. He also understood what can happen when we have not only disrespect, but contempt for the virtue of respecting the connection that everything has within the world and what can happen to a society that bases its values on moral nihilism.
In Dostoyevsky's Demons, a small town is slowly torn apart when a student is murdered by his fellow revolutionaries. He was a part of a group of nihilists who wanted to over-throw the system and they all had little to no concern with what would be built in its place. Piotr Verkhovensky, son of Stepan Verkhovensky was the main leader of this criminal group and the novel ultimately shows what happens when utopian ideas are put in to practice by the young when they take them from the old.
Another key point in Demons is when a 12-year-old girl is raped by Nikolai Vsevolodovich Stavrogin, a man who was not only selfish, but was also overtaken by moral nihilism. Ultimately, Demons is about people who allow themselves to be taken over by ideas that are not in the end, built on a life-protecting as well as life-enhancing morality. Furthermore, the demons of which Dostoyevsky speaks, aren't actual demons. The demons are in fact, all of the "Isms" with which societies attempt to work.
These would be ideas such as Utilitarianism, idealism, Rationalism and Positivism, all of which for Dostoyevsky go back to Atheism as the source of the problem. This is ultimately a concept that I am and have tried to convey through this story, that when one, or more people believe themselves to have the whole truth, whatever that might be, then dangerous things can happen, and it can be made all the more worse when we have a political system, especially when it is the liberal aspects of the political system that are so anemic as to be useless in stopping the agenda at work, in this case of today's age, it would be the antigay agenda ran by prominent members of The Christian Right.
Like Stavrogin and Piotr Verkhovensky, The Christian Right seeks to destroy the system. Unlike the nihilists in Demons however, The Christian Right does want to put something in its place, and it is much more terrifying than what was before and the liberal institutions, especially the liberal officials within our Government, in the name of tolerance and openness thinking that they can reason with and talk to The Christian Right, will ultimately allow this movement to implement their radical agenda. Ultimately what The Christian Right wants, is quite simple in a terrifying sort of way. They want to put in to power their own politicians and make the government a "Christian Government" that will put in to law most if not all of the laws of The Bible.
It is important to understand that this group is not the same as every-day Christians. Most of the evangelical Christians have always stayed out of politics, preferring to concern themselves with keeping their own house in order. Though the traditional Evangelical Christians are for the most part, no supporters of GLBT Rights, they don't possess the hate, intolerance and barely contained bigotry found within the language of The Christian Right. So this is in the end, how The Christian Right differs from most of the other denominations of Christians in our country.
A moment ago, I wrote that if The Christian Right succeeds with their goals, it will be because Liberalism and liberal institutions would fail to stop them. This would happen as I mentioned for a few reasons, not the least of which would be due to the fact that our Liberalism of today is a morally bankrupted form of Liberalism. It speaks in the language of standing up for human rights, as well as standing up for the rights for women to get abortions, as well as for the right for the GLBT community to have equal rights concerning having families and getting married like any straight couple. Today's Liberalism however, does very little to fight for it, and when it does fight, it speaks in the language of dialog and inclusion, as if these are enemies with which they can reason in regards to obtaining these and similar rights.
Given that The Christian Right is the biggest enemy of GLBT rights and other civil rights, today's liberals with a few exceptions have very little to no understanding of how to confront The Christian Right. While liberals though well intentioned, will sit and talk about tolerance, and how we all should be respectful of The Christian Right no matter the costs, they will ultimately secure for themselves, and all of us the destruction of our society. As Karl Popper understood, limitless tolerance, even that extended to people bent on the destruction of others will in the end, destroy both the tolerant as well as the intolerant. We must look at the incitement of The Christian Right to intolerance as seriously as we would take seriously the dangers of people who insight to murder, rape, panic or any other crime with which our society has to deal. It is only with this system of ethics that we can hopefully fight The Christian Right.
One final note on The Christian Right is a little more about why people for the most part do not take them seriously. This is because of their destruction and replacement of words.
If one goes back and reads books and/or listens to sermons given by Pat Robertson and various leaders of this movement, they will here words like "Liberty", "Love" and various related words. These words within The Christian Right no longer mean what they originally meant.
Liberty as defined as freedom to do as one pleases within reason, or to go wherever one wants within reason which is the freedom we have in this country, is not the liberty of which The Christian Right speaks. The "Liberty" they speak of is the liberty found in accepting in to one's heart the spirit of Jesus Christ.
Love which is the love and caring as well as concern for one's fellow human being is not what is meant by The Christian Right. In the warped minds of The Christian Right, "Love" is the love that is given to people who follow without question, the doctrines and rules set forth by The Christian Right that they believe comes from their understanding of God, which is a warped and dangerous understanding given the methods by which they want to express their beliefs.
So once one understands their corrupting of language to fit their agenda, then one can know how to begin to fight them and also to see this mass movement for what it is. George Orwell in his book 1984 showed this twisting of language with Governmental offices such as The Ministry of Love which dealt with torture, The Ministry of Truth which twisted lies in to their own version of the truth and The Ministry of Peace which attempted to confuse war with Peace. Were Orwell alive today, I would like to think that he would see in The Christian Right these dangerous qualities and that he would call us as citizens to fight against them. I always push people to fight against The Christian Right, but not with violence. We must fight against them with facts, the truth and with the understanding of the thin line between victim and victimizer
If one goes back through history, one can see similarities between The Christian Right and other mass movements such as The Nazi Party of Germany as well as The Spanish Inquisition. Adolf Hitler spoke in the language of patriotism and hard work among other things to push through his demented and psychotic utopian visions. For The Spanish Inquisition, it was the language of God and religion. So for The Christian Right, it is a combination of religion, patriotism, nationalism, God and "The Nuclear Family" and the protection of said family. The Christian Right is just one more in a long line of dangerous mass movements. Though their utopian visions may be different than that of people such as Adolf Hitler or other groups, the terrifying end results will ultimately be the same should we fail to fight them. Using history as a guide, The Christian Right is in different forms something we have seen before over the years and centuries, it is something we must fight and something from which we must protect ourselves as well as our country.
James: 2015
Chapter 8
... "It's not you who ate the idea, but the idea that ate you." Fyodor Dostoyevsky Demons
Michael
I got the bed made in the room that Ryan selected as his. After some ice-cream as well as Cathy talking to him along with me having my arm around him, that settled it for him and he decided he wanted to stay. So once the paperwork was in order, Cathy gave us the small amount of clothing he had which wasn't much at all. I then turned in my report to dad and he put it in the file we began.
At the house, Josh and I would do a sort of counseling with any kids we got, but it would be monitored in another room by dad and a couple of others in case the kids got agitated beyond our ability to help them. Should that not happen though, then we had a certain amount of freedom with which to work to help the kids develop skills with which to cope with whatever their situations were. Bengy, Patrick, David and Cory had similar things they would be doing with the kids and I was looking forward to see what positive change we would bring about in the kids.
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The person in black rode along with the girl in the trunk of the car. The girl had been kicked out of the cult, but not before the leader had his way with her. The person in black watched the whole thing and unlike Larry Marks, the person figured that the girl got what she deserved. The fucking Bitch was always giving Father Lord those lust-filled looks and so it was time that the Bitch got what she was practically asking for all this time and so she did.
Once at the stop, the person in black shut off the car and opened the door. The person unlocked the trunk and opened it. They then picked up the girl and slapped her hard across the face. She jerked awake and screamed.
"That'll wake you up, Bitch!" the person yelled. "Get the fuck moving!"
"I'''I'''I can't!" the girl yelled trying to balance herself.
The person yanked the girl to her feet and they stood there for a moment and eventually, the girl got her footing. She was week from the rape and all of the starvation as well as the beatings, but she was standing at least. She then took a couple of steps when the hooded figure told her to. She was walking now and the hooded figure waited for a moment, then grabbed her. The person beat her savagely, then picked her up. They then took her to the shoulder of the road and dumped her off. After this, the hooded figure got back in their car and sped away, leaving the girl laying in the dirt beaten and just barely conscious.
Michael.
Dinner that evening was joyful, especially with Ryan there to keep things light and happy. I knew that the therapy hadn't even begun and that over the next few days, which might span in to possibly weeks or months, he would have many emotions with which to struggle most of which would not be pleasant or happy, but for that evening at least, he was happy and in the mood to make others around him feel the same.
"Thank you for the dinner," Ryan said after he had a smaller dish of ice-cream. "I really enjoyed that."
"You're welcome," I said. "We're happy to have you hear and I hope you enjoy staying here and that you are able to have a normal and happy life."
I hugged Ryan and he cuddled up to me. We were sitting on the couch in the sitting room by this time and some Classical Music was playing softly in the background. As Ryan and I sat there, I heard Josh's cane bump in to something, then I heard him coming in to the room. I then looked to my left and he was nearing the couch.
"There's a place to the right of Ryan," I said.
"Thanks," he said and moved in front of us and to his right. Ryan gave him verbal instructions so he wouldn't sit directly on him. Josh once seated, put his arms around both of us and Ryan seemed to like that.
"This is really nice," Ryan said. I like being here with you guys like this."
"Me too," I said.
"So do I," Josh answered.
"You guys can be like my two brothers if you want," Ryan said smiling at us.
"I'd love that," Josh said.
"That sounds really good," I replied.
After we talked a little more, I heard Ryan softly snoring. Josh was rubbing his hair gently and I was rubbing his arms softly. I was picturing if this was our child and if we were his parents and I was momentarily over-come with emotion. I knew at that moment that I wanted to have children later on down the road and obviously I would want Josh as their second father.
"He's asleep," Josh whispered.
"Yeah," I replied just as softly. "Do you want me to put him to bed, or do you?"
"Let's do it together," Josh replied.
"That sounds good," I answered.
I gently woke Ryan and he rubbed his eyes and looked around, then realized where he was.
"Will you guys tuck me in?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah, we'll definitely do that sweet heart," I said.
"Anything you need our sweet boy," Josh said hugging him.
Once in his room, we helped Ryan in to his sleep clothes. Actually, he had us turn with our backs to him while he undressed and got in to his sleep shirt and sleep pants. He then let us know that it was okay to turn around again once his clothes were changed and I then let him know where there was a clean toothbrush he could use. He went and brushed his teeth, then returned.
We helped him sit down on the edge of his bed and he let us know that he liked to sleep without his shirt. He removed it and looked at me.
"Ryan?" I asked.
"Can you guys stay with me until I fall asleep?" he asked in a small voice.
"Sure," Josh said.
"That's no problem at all," I answered.
We got up off the edge of the bed and he lay back and repositioned himself on the bed in the normal way. I then moved the sheet and covers further down to the end of the bed so he could put his feet under them. I then reached out and massaged his feet and toes. The bruises on the tops of his feet were still there, but I knew they would go away with time. He sighed contently and smiled when Josh began softly rubbing his back and shoulders. He was on his stomach by now and with us massaging him, I knew that his time of being awake was coming to a close for the night. I spent a couple of more minutes rubbing his feet which were small and soft to the touch and Josh finished rubbing his back. He was deeply asleep now and I could hear his soft snoring.
I moved to where his head was and looked down at him. I then kissed his cheek softly and Josh did the same.
"Good night my angel," I said. "You're safe here and no one will hurt you here."
"We will protect you our sweet boy," Josh said and kissed his shoulder. I did the same and we made sure that the covers were over him and that he was well covered up.
Back in our room, we got in the shower and slowly and sensually washed one another's bodies. I was over-come with hunger for my love and soul mate and I knew that he felt the same. Somehow, we didn't do anything in the shower beyond washing each other. Once finished washing, I turned off the water and dried both of us.
Once back in our room, I came up beside the bed and Josh stood there with a questioning expression on his face. He was standing with his back to the bed and right in front of me.
I reached out and took him in my arms. We were completely naked at this point having placed our used clothing in the hamper but leaving our towels for the house keeper to collect and wash. I felt Josh's hard cock pressing in to my upper thigh. I sighed contently and situated us so that our cocks were sliding against one another. I began kissing him greedily and he was responding in kind. He thrust against me hard and I was just as aggressive. He then broke the kiss and I moved my face towards him not wanting it to stop.
"Just a moment my love," he said laughing softly. "I need you just as bad, but I want to say something."
"Okay, sorry," I said and was smiling.
"I need you more than I've ever needed anyone in my entire life," he said. "I need you to love me harder and passionately than you've ever done it before. I've loved every time that we made love, but I want you to do it with every last bit of strength you have in you."
"So do I," I replied. "I can't even put in to words how badly I need you right now! It's like a fire is burning inside me that's so out of control!"
I wrapped him in my arms and our lips were locked together. I never thought that kissing could be that out of control, but it was. Our tongues were practically down each other's throats and my cock was a painfully hard and deeply aching bar of iron between my legs; my balls were tight up against my body and were throbbing and burning with desire for my love. I then fell forward which dropped us on to the bed and once situated in the normal position on the bed, we were making out with an intensity that was nothing short of red hot burning and all consuming passion. I then broke the kiss and was trying to get my breath back. Finally I did somehow.
"I need you now!" I said. "I can't wait any longer Josh!"
"Neither can I!" he said and lay there on his side looking at me.
I then reached across him and got a tube of KY out of the bedside stand. I got my cock slicked up with it and I then put some on my index finger. After putting some KY on Josh's rosebud, I rubbed it around gently.
"Oooo fuck!" he said through clenched teeth. "Oooo, that's so mother fucking good!"
"It's only going to get better," I said as I began to lick and gently bight on the top half of his ear. That always drove him crazy and it proved to be no exception this time around either.
"Ooo fuck! Hel fucking yeah!!!" he yelled. "You're so fucking grate! Fuck, I love you so much Michael!"
"I love you too," I said and was using my other hand to rub and lightly twist his nipples. I then moved him on to his back and began greedily licking, sucking and bighting on them. I was mercilessly stimulating his nipples and I knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Get on your stomach now," I ordered. He loved when I was authoritarian like that. We didn't get crazy with it, it was just mainly authoritarian in the verbal context. "Good. Now get that hot little ass in the air now. I'm going to fuck you now and it's going to be so fucking hot and so fucking crazy."
"Anything you want my lover," he said.
I then got on top of him and once I loosened him up, I just took my time and stimulated his prostate with my fingers until he couldn't take it. I knew he was close to coming, so I backed off for a few minutes. Once he was calm enough so that he wouldn't come right then and there, I began to slide my cock in his hole.
"Oooo fuck, that's so mother fucking good!" he yelled. "Oh Michael, you're such a grate lover!"
"You're going to see how grate I am," I growled in his ear then took it all in my mouth and sucked on it hard.
"Fuck yeah!" he screamed.
I was deep inside him now and I began moving slowly. I felt him wrapped around me, a warm and creamy tightness that made me feel deep fiery-hot passion every time we loved each other in that manner. The physical feelings on my cock always and will probably continue to make me feel like screaming for years to come with how good it feels. The feelings tore and burned through my body, especially through my cock and balls. I was breathing harder and harder now and my arms were wrapped around him tightly and unless he told me to ease up, I couldn't let him go.
"Oh Michael!" he screamed. "Oh, that feels so fucking wonderful! Oh, you're so good! This is the fucking greatest! Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!!!!!"
"Don't worry!" I yelled going harder. "You're mine, you belong to me! I own you! Never forget that boy! You're mine!"
I was out of control now and the feelings from my stomach and chest which was soaked with sweat and the moist feeling of our flesh as it made contact every time I thrust forward on him, and my cock as it was gripped and squeezed by his tight hole and to my balls as they slapped hard against his thighs and ass were making me wild and crazy with love and lust for him. He was mine and I was controlling him, possessing him, making him mine and giving him every bit of love I had to give.
"Michael!" he screamed. "Harder, go harder! Go as hard as you can! Don't hold back!"
"You've fucking got it boy!" I yelled and began using the last ounces of strength I had. My body was gushing sweat on to him and I could feel my orgasm slowly building in my balls.
It was all closing in on me now. It was all overwhelming me savagely now, from the smell of his sweat and his musky sent, to the sounds of my balls hitting his thighs and to the moist creamy sounds of my cock moving in and out of his hole were driving me closer and closer to the edge. I then felt Josh reach his hand up between his legs and gently brush the soft hair and skin of my ball sack which made me finally go off the edge.
I through back my head and let out a primal scream that I never had known before. My blood was roaring in my ears and stars and lights were busting before my eyes and the orgasm slammed me from all over like a Mack truck. My cock began to burn like molten hot lava was being slammed from my balls, through my cock and in to Josh's fiery-hot love hole.
"Oh Josh!" I screamed to the top of my voice. "Oh fuck! Oh, you're so fucking hot, so fucking tight, so good!!!"
"Yeah Michael!" he screamed. "Fucking blast me with your lava! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
The moans he was giving off the whole time had been turning to loud screams and loud chants yelling at me to fuck him harder and fill him with my love and those vocal responses made me crazy as well.
My cock was coming more than I thought possible and it burned, hurt and felt good in ways that I'll never be able to describe in words. I was firing in to his hot and tight love hole and could feel it overflowing out of his hole and down his balls and in between his legs. He was also coming and I knew that we would have to do a big clean up afterword.
Once finished, I collapsed on top of him taking in huge gulps of air trying to get my breath back. Josh was doing the same and we both just lay there waiting for everything to calm down. It eventually did and my cock grew soft and came out of him on its own. He never wanted me to pull out while still hard. He always wanted me to leave it in until it was completely soft which I did every time.
We lay in each other's arms afterword, softly caressing and kissing each other. I never felt closer to anyone at that moment than I did with him. I kissed him all over his face and he did the same with me. We then held each other and his head was resting in the hollow of my neck, then he removed it to kiss me tenderly on the lips. I returned the kiss and he repositioned his head back in that area.
"That was more beautiful than I can ever say in words," I said softly.
"Yes, it definitely was," he replied. "I can't even describe in words how much that means to me and how much you and your love means to me Michael."
"I feel the same about you," I responded.
I truly love you more than anything," Josh said looking deeply in to my eyes.
"I love you, truly, and more than you'll ever know," I replied. "You're my everything. You're my lover, boyfriend, soul mate and best friend. I feel so lucky and thank God every day that you and I found each other."
"So do I," he said. "You're all those things to me as well Michael."
"You're also the man that I want to have children with," I said. "I know that it's a long way off, but I already know that that's how I feel. I watched you when we were with Ryan today and this evening. You were so sweet and good to him and I know that you'll make a grate father down the road."
"I was also watching you Michael," he said. "You were so gentle and loving with Ryan today as well. You showed patients and caring towards him that he probably hasn't seen in a long time, if at all throughout his life. I know that you'll definitely make a grate father and I can't think of anyone else that I'd want to share children with down the road than you my beautiful love."
"I love you so much Joshua," I said as my voice thickened with emotion.
"I love you more than anything my sweet Michael," he replied, his own voice getting that thickened emotional quality as well.
We just held each other and let out our emotions, they were tears and emotions of love and joy and once they were expelled from our bodies and souls, with them went the last of our physical and mental strength which drew sleep closer and closer. With the last ounces of energy, we kissed, declared for one another our love once again and I put the covers over both of us and we were asleep within a moment.
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The girl lay on the side of the road going in and out of consciousness. She never felt more in pain, than in that moment. When she had a lucid thought, which was not often at that point in her life, and especially at that moment in the dark, but one conscious thought that did come to her, was that it wasn't supposed to be this way.
When she and her parents got involved with the cult, it seemed harmless enough. The Father Lord seemed gentle and kind, until she was alone with him. She and her parents joined the cult back in the late Autumn and her life had never been the same since. It was only a few weeks after being there at the compound that The Father had his way with her.
He came in to her room a couple of hours after her parents were asleep in their room and he explained that God ordered him to take her as his "Love Mate", which was nothing more than a euphemism for rape, but with his esoteric terminology, she had very little with which to fight him. It was only after the third time of him raping her that she began to fight him. Of course this was his excuse to starve and beat her. The rapes also increased in frequency and violence. They also culminated in a baby which she figured now, that she would lose from how badly her body had been abused.
Now, the pain was coming again, and the darkness over-took her once again and she fell in to unconsciousness.
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Andrew, Brad and Chad were sitting in the computer room of a building beside the main house. In this building, was the tools, both technological and firearms-related that they would use to protect both themselves and the boys. At that moment, Andrew was watching a large scroll of data move down to cover all of his laptop monitor. Another group of nihilistic terrorists came on their radar a couple of days after they all moved the last of the boxes to the house, although he had kept this from Michael, Josh and the other boys. They needed to have some time to get relaxed, then he would let them know what was going on.
The group was called The House of Our Father The Lord, and was ran by a man whose name was reportedly Alex Sanders. He was now calling himself The Father Lord and from what obscure literature that Andrew and the two other men could find, on the surface, the cult's mission was the typical crap of moral renewal and easy answers as to what was wrong with society and how to fix it.
When Andrew and his group did more digging, they found people who snuck out of the cult and began telling their stories. The stories were similar to what happened to people who survived the horrors of Larry Marks and his associates, but most of the reports found by Andrew and the group suggested that The Father Lord Group was smaller and had not had the chance to branch out, and if Andrew had anything to do or say about it, they would not only be prevented from branching out, they would be out of commission very soon.
"I'm so fucking sick of these nihilistic groups!" Chad said slamming his fist down on the desk. "Dostoyevsky wasn't predicting Russian future, he was predicting America's downfall!"
"It was probably a little of both," Andrew replied.
"Of course, I'm speaking rhetorically though," Chad answered. "I read Demons a few years ago and I see most of what happened in that novel happening here in this country. It's fucking frightening!"
"I agree," Brad said, speaking for the first time in several minutes.
"We need to find out where this Father Bastard lives and not only who helps him, but how he's being financed. We also need to find out how many weapons he has, and what he intends to do with them."
Andrew said all of this as he typed and looked for other people who were willing to talk and help to shut down the group.
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Calvin Smith walked along from his truck that he had parked off to the side of the road so he could relieve himself. Once he took care of his business, he went to look around. He thought he had heard something, but he couldn't be sure. He knew that anything could be in these woods and with his job as security head for Michael's new business, he wasn't taking any chances. He had just been brought on aboard as security head when Andrew and the other men took down the rest of Larry's group as well as the dirty school officials a few months ago, and once they saw he had done such a good job with that, they promoted him to what he was at that moment.
He could see part of the house from the point at which he was standing, but he needed to check other perimeters as well. He walked a few more steps, then he heard a noise again. He stood there listening carefully and he then located the sound. It was coming from his right a few feet away from the main road. Listening a little more, he then heard moans and what sounded like someone calling for help.
"Are you hurt?" Calvin called out.
There was another moan, this time a little louder. He followed it and he then took his light off the holster on his hip and turned it on. He then shined it around, then up ahead, he saw what looked like a leg.
"Call out if you can hear me!" he yelled.
The voice moaned out louder, but there were still no intelligible words emanating forth. He wondered if the person had suffered a stroke, or if their jaw was fractured. It sounded like the moans of either a small child, or a woman. He then ran a little more and was nearing the person.
Once there, he shined the light on the person. It was a woman, but he couldn't guess her age. She looked young, but her face and what was exposed of her body was covered in bruises and shallow cuts. He bent down and she tried to move away.
"It's going to be alright now," Calvin said softly. "You're going to be safe now. I'll help you. I'm not with anyone who will hurt you. Can you talk?"
The girl tried to say something, and as he looked at her chin, he saw how out of shape it was. It definitely had been broken in some sort of fight. Calvin straightened up and unclipped his radio.
"This is S.H. 132 calling to base," he said in to the radio.
S.H. was Security Head and 132 was simply a number. As more security members were added, they would be assigned differing numbers as well.
"S.H. 132," Andrew's voice sounded through the speaker. "State the nature of the issue."
"I have a woman here a couple of blocks away from the house," Calvin began.
"Can you have her identify herself?" Andrew asked.
"No sir," Calvin replied. "She's going to need immediate medical care and now!"
"What's her injuries from what you can see so far?" Andrew asked.
"She's covered in multiple bruises and lacerations, as well as having difficulty speaking from what looks like a fractured jaw."
"Okay," Andrew replied. "We'll be sending an ambulance for her now."
On the grounds of the house, in back further in the woods, there was a building that served as a fully-functioning hospital. It was built by one team, while the other prepared the inside of the mansion for habitation. Unless far more serious surgeries were warranted, all other surgeries and medical care would be conducted there on site.
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Michael
I awoke and heard people calling my name. I also felt someone shaking my shoulder hard. I knew instantly that something was wrong. I sat up immediately and looked through barely awake eyes at my dad and his boyfriend and Chad.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Michael, we need you at the clinic now!" my dad said.
"What!" I said getting out of bed and almost falling. My dad steadied me and handed me my robe. "Is it Ryan!"
"No," he replied. "There is a person there, and she's asking for you. We don't know who it is, but she wrote your name on a piece of paper. When she heard the person's name who ran this clinic, she asked his last name and the nurse told her and she wrote your name on the paper and said she knows you."
"I don't know who that could be," I said.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Josh asked slipping on his robe.
"Yeah, I'd like that," I said.
Once at the clinic, I was directed to a room. It was like any other hospital room, but with regular lights instead of the glaring florescent bulbs they use in regular hospitals, although we could switch them on when needed in any of the rooms of the clinic. I walked in to the room and saw the girl lying in bed. I looked at her and had to blink a couple of times.
"Oh my god," I said just above a whisper. "No, this can't be."
The girl held up a piece of paper that said: "Michael, I know you and I'm so sorry for everything."
"Ashley?" I said walking towards the bed feeling as though I was a man in a dream.
Author's Notes
Yes, Ashley is back and I thought long and hard about whether or not to keep her in the story as a trouble maker, kill her off or redeem her. I ultimately decided to keep her and make her be a better person. I hope you guys enjoy this addition to the story line.
Take care, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter.