Justin's Story Chapter 6 3/27/00
Written By: Justin Case
Words from the author: I wish to thank my many readers for their kind words of inspiration. Some of you have even been able to chat with me. Many have asked to put me on their Buddy List. While I am flattered, please understand I need to tell my story. Right now I spend anywhere from 3-4 hours writing a day. Then I answer all my e-mail, another hour. And I talk to other authors about input, and especially Pat, my dear friend Pat. Without Pat you would not be hearing or reading the story. Pat has been my knight in shining armor, my inspiration. Pat is a fellow author, and we are now sharing a long distance relationship. The thing is Pat is moving a few thousand miles in the next few weeks, our time until the move is precious, and little. The point is if I'm on your Buddy List, I cannot always chat with you. I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings. I really love to hear from you all. I need you. Be understanding if I can't spend the time with you, that you desire, chatting.
Thank you. --------- Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is fiction based on truth. It is about gay consensual sex between teenagers. If this is illegal where you are you should leave this site now. If you are offended by graphic homosexual sex, you should probably leave. If there is any similarity of this story and your life, it must be coincidence. I would know you if it was about you. Didn't your mother ever tell you its not always about you? Well, then consider yourself told, and similarities between my story and real life is purely coincidental. If you like the story e-mail me at Justin69SK@aol.com, if you don't like the story you can e-mail me too.
---------- Before we leave the parking lot, I drop the top. I mean three hot guys in a hot car need to be observed. You never know we might see my friend Ryan, from Longmeadow Massachusetts at Forest Park. The park is located on the boarder of Longmeadow, and Springfield Massachusetts. Ryan is hot, and next year he's off to Hawaii for college. I really need to see him before he goes. Brad jumps out of the back, over the passenger door to get the boot out of my trunk. Hey if we're gonna have the top down, we got to put the boot over the back end, just won't look good if we don't.
We make our getaway. Up the "S" curve and take the left onto Enfield Street.
Enfield Street is lined with large elms, and all the leaves are just beginning to come back after the winter. The dogwoods are blossoming, as well as the other early blooming shrubbery. The homes that line the street were all built in the 1700s and early 1800s, large mansions. Some even have large pillars on the fronts of them, and butler quarters, little homes built off to the sides. It is a quaint New England street. As we approach 190, to make the entrance to I-91 north Brad takes his shirt off. I admire his chest in the rearview mirror.
I look over and notice JT looking at Brad. "So how long have you live in Enfield Brad?" JT says to Brad. "All my life." Brad says, "I've seen you around, I think we played on the Ramblers a few years ago." He continues. "I knew I knew you." JT exclaims, "You played tight end didn't you." "That would be me." Brad says. "You were good. What happened to you." JT keeps the conversation going, "Well lets just say personal reasons." Brad says as he sighs. JT turns around and looks out the windshield. Something is bothering me but I can't quite put my finger on it.
I look over to JT and he's just staring off into space, out the windshield. What's he thinking about? I wonder to myself. I reach my right hand down to his left, and grasp it. He turns his head to me a smiles at me, and strokes my hand. He makes me feel so important.
Its only a ten minute ride up the highway to Forest Park, and we're there in no time. We didn't even get all the way through side one of the Nas tape, "I am". JT brought it along and I am really beginning to like Nas. I like DMX a little better I think. We park my car and decide to get out, take our shoes off and walk in the nice thick green grass. It was cool the three of us were talking and laughing, and having a great time. I was so happy, and amazed at how well we all got along. Brad had forgotten about feeling bad. We had walked around and played hackey sack it had been about two hours, and JT excused himself to take a leak.
There are public bathrooms located at various locations in the park. Brad and I continued to have our own conversation. "I'm really happy for you Justin, JT is really nice." he says with that wicked little grin of his. "Thanks Brad, I just really met him Saturday, and he is so kind and gentle." I said to him, while patting him on the shoulder. "Am I your freind Justin?" Brad asks, here we go again with the insecurities, "Bradley I love you like a brother." I say to him and give him another playful pat on the shoulder.
I looked at my watch and realized about fifteen minutes had passed since JT had gone to the bathroom. A little voice was saying something to me but I couldn't hear it. A feeling of irritation came over me, and I couldn't figure it out. Brad and I continued playing hackey sack, and talking. That nagging feeling came back, now I knew what it was. Where was JT? He had been gone for over twenty minutes.
Sirens were blaring, as the police car went flying by us, followed by an ambulance. A pit grew in my stomach. Both the emergency vehicles headed towards the restrooms, I noticed a small crowd had gathered. "Brad quick something is wrong, JT is over there." I screamed as I ran towards the restroom, with Brad right behind me. The police wouldn't let us near the place. I asked for the man in charge, I told the police my friend had went in there and hadn't returned yet. "Wait right here, I'll send someone over."
We waited for what seemed like an hour, but in fact was another fifteen minutes.
A big burly man in a police uniform with Sergeant stripes approached brad and I. He had a black book in his right hand, and pen in his left. In the hand with the book he also had a wallet, it was JT's I had seen it in his bedroom. The sergeant looked down at me and Brad and says, "Do you recognize this wallet?" "Yes sir, its my friends." I start to feel tears well up in my eyes, and a lump in my throat. "What was your friends name?" this big burly sergeant asks, the word "was" echoed in my mind, "What was my friends name?" "What do you mean was?" I start crying. "I'm very sorry son, your friend has been murdered." the cop says, just like that. How cold, how callous. "I'll need one of you to identify the body, and I want you both to stay right here, I'll send over a detective he'll need a statement." The sergeant says so mechnically.
I feel darkness surround me. The next thing I know I feel someone slapping my face, "Wake up, Justin are you alright?" the voice is saying, I know the voice, where, what? As my vision reetuns I see Brad over me, I realize I am on the ground. "You fainted. Are you ok?" says another voice, one I don't recognize. I look over and see a man in a white uniform, he has a stethoscope on my chest, and hooked to his ears. "Talk to me Justin. Can you hear me?" the medic is saying, "Yeah um, yeah" is all that comes out of my mouth, as the memory of where I am and what I have just been told, comes rushing back to me. I start to cry. Brad kneels down at my side and takes my left hand in both his, and starts crying with me.
The medic attaches a rubber mask to my face with a stretch cord around the back of my head, and says "Im going to administer some oxygen to you, you've passed out." he contiues with "You vitals are all normal, you should be fine in a couple of minutes, I just want to to relax." Relax, relax, my over has just been murdered and you want me to relax, I think to myself as Brad holds my hand in his and I cry, and cry and cry. How can god be so cruel? How can god do this to me? Why oh why. I cried out, "God why, oh God why?" I was a total wreck.
Hours later, my Moms had come to get Brad and I at the Springfield Police Department. The Serrambelli's were with her. I aged many years that fateful day, as my lovers parents came into the room with my Moms I just broke down. My Moms came to me and hugged me, it was the last time she did. We made our way out of the police department. It seemed like I had been there for days. Brad looked so out of it. I wanted to hug him, to find some comfort, and give him some too. I thought of my lover, my JT, I wanted to hold him one more time, to kiss those beautiful lip, and hold those soft hands again. It would never be. JT was gone. Shot in a drug deal gone bad, he had been shot three times. The police assured me and the Serrambelli's he died instantly. That was nice. How was that nice? He was only sixteen years old, a life ahead of him, and entire life. Whether he died instantly or not, he was dead. I know he didn't suffer, but he was DEAD. That was final.
In the next week I had a funeral, and a wedding. How do you mourn the death of your lover, and celebrate the beginning of the union of two people at the same time? JT's funeral was Thursday, he was waked at Leete-Daniels funeral home on South Road, and a mass was said for him at St Bernards Catholic Church in Hazardville.
I was asked by Mrs. Serrambelli to be a pall bearer, and she also asked me if I would say a few words at mass. I obliged her with both requests. I was honored to be asked. Here's what I said:
"God creates all, God loves all, while we are mere mortals we can only guess our great creators reasons. We are humbly on His earth as servants. Jon Thomas Serrambelli was a creature of God. He graced all who knew him with his kindness, and his gentleness. He had a true heart, and a pure heart. Never a harsh word from his lips, never a harsh thought from his mind. Jon Thomas graced all who knew him with humor, and wit. Always a smile for the sad, and a cute joke for the unhappy. Jon Thomas you leave this world and hold your head up, walk to our Lord with your arms open, because he wanted you. Rest easy knowing we will keep your spirit here with us. Go with peace."
After I said this I cried, and everytime I think of JT a tear comes to my eyes.
Saturday morning my sister Sarah Jane was married to Phillip Ronald Miley. Father Johnson officiated the ceremony. It was a beautiful ceremony. St Mary's was decked out with flowers, and ribbons, and a white carpet. Being the Easter Season the altar, and Reverands garb was all in white as well. White the pure color. All I could think about was JT and his new journey. I kept my head up for my sister. Inside I died a thousand deaths.
Our house was full of people. I had never seen so many people in that little Harry Starr house in my life, and probably never will again. My mom and aunts had made all the food. My aunts were also in the wedding party. My mom and grams made all the dresses, and Sarah's wedding gown had belonged to my aunt Catholeen. She made a beautiful bride. All the groomsmen were in dress blue Air Force uniforms. It was a beautiful day as far as weather, the second Sunday in May.
I was very numb. I was'nt myself at all. I knew it. Luck for me my family didn't notice. Except Grams, she asked me what was wrong. I didn't answer. I kept it to myself. I couldn't tell anyone outside my inner circle that my love Jon Thomas had died. I had so much to live with. None of my friends were invited to the wedding, but as soon I could I made a departure. Tricia had invited me over, she knew how much I was hurting. I certainly needed to talk with her. I walked to her house, I wanted time to be alone. I didn't want to drive.
Well thats it for now. I hope your eyes are not to wet. This chapter was pure fiction, JT and I broke up. It was a terrible break up. So in my mind he is dead. I will not go into details, other than to say I don't miss him. Well it wasn't entirely fiction, Brad and I did go to Forest Park, JT did come with us. Sarah really got married to Phil. And thats all I'm gonna tell you until chapter 7. Stay tuned Send your comments to Justin69SK@aol.com