The Wounds Within My Heart

By James Heady

Published on May 18, 2024

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The Wounds Within My Heart By James

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The Wounds Within My Heart

Part Three

Spilled Blood

Chapter 11

Nohea

It was now the last move, and I watched waiting to see what would happen. Pietro was on the floor with his opponent, and there were three times in the beginning when the guy pinned Pietro. Pietro began anticipating, and he managed to pin the boy before he would tap out. This went on for the last 20 minutes of the match, and soon Pietro emerged victorious! We all clapped for him, and went up to shake his hand. We even shook hands with Kyle, the boy who was his opponent.

It was the middle of April, and this was the first sporting event. My track event would be the up-coming week on a Monday, and we were all excited about it! We were all excited as well about Pietro and his wrestling! He was really good at it at this point, and the coach was truly proud of him, as was I and his family.

After congratulating Pietro once again, he let us know he was off to shower with the rest of the boys. I returned to my seat, and dad was sitting on my right. Triston and Jack were to my left. Aiden and Alex were sitting right in front of me, and they were really excited about everything going on! We continued to sit until the staff let us know that the event was finished for that day. At that point, the gym grew noisy with everyone in the crowd standing and breaking into conversation amongst themselves. Dad let us know that we would leave once the place began to clear out a little. We agreed, and just waited as the noise level began to decrease little by little.

Soon Pietro was coming back into the now about empty gym. Triston was typing something to Jack, and I listened for Pietro's foot steps to come closer, and soon they did. I stood and we hugged, then he exchanged hugs with everyone else around me. After that, we returned back to his house to have a celebratory dinner. We had wings and other appetizers along with pizza. It was a really nice time, and I was glad to be there among my friends, brother, boyfriend and our families. We ate and talked for a while, then Alex, Aiden, Triston and Jack came back to Pietro's room with him and I. We sat there talking for a while as well as listening to music which was really nice!

As we sat there, Alex and Aiden told us how well they were doing in their relationship. It was going really good for both of them, and they talked about how glad they were to continue to have their respective family's support. I told them I was truly happy for them, and everyone else said the same.

Eventually, Aunt Beth came to get Aiden, and Alex's parents came for him. They said goodbye to all of us, then left. It was now Triston, Jack, Pietro and I in our room. Jack was snuggled up to Triston who just held him. They were both almost asleep, and I figured they would be. Jack got through the wrestling event with his noise-canceling head phones, but it was still a lot of activity for him. Triston being there helped him significantly, for which I was really glad. It was a lot even for Triston for as long as it lasted. As Pietro and I sat there talking, the two boys were now fully asleep.

"I'll be back in a moment," I whispered to Pietro.

Exiting the bedroom, I went out to where Dad was sitting talking with Bryan and Amy. I let him know that Jack and Triston were both asleep. He let me know he would give them about 20 minutes, and I agreed. I then returned to the bedroom and sat back down on the bed. Pietro took me in his arms, and we exchanged a few kisses before I rested my head on his shoulder.

"That was a really good game," I said in that same whisper.

Pietro made a sound of agreement, then lifted my head gently. Leaning forward slowly, he pressed his lips to mine kissing me tenderly and for a long moment.

I smiled as I felt his right hand in the I Love You hand gesture over my heart. I kissed him back just as long and tenderly, then looked deeply into his eyes.

"I love you too Pietro," I said. "You're my whole life, and I won't ever stop loving you, not ever!"

We shared another kiss, and soon it was time to go. We arrived home in what seemed like no time, and I showered quickly.

Once I dried off and changed into my sleep clothes, I heard a knock at the door. Dad got it, and it was Bonny there to pick up Jack. Jack said goodbye to us all, then after shaking hands with Bonny, she and her son left for the evening.

My dad shut then locked the door. He then checked the back door, then said goodnight to me.

"It was a really good day and evening," I said standing there with our arms around each other. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too son," he replied. "It was a really wonderful time we all had tonight. I'm glad I was able to be there."

"Me too," I answered.

We shared a kiss on the cheek, then he said goodnight to Triston. It wasn't time for Triston and I to be in bed yet, but I knew that Dad was really tired. Once he closed the door to his room, Triston followed me to the door of my own room.

"You can come in for a while," I said, as he took my hand.

We entered my room, then I closed the door as he sat down on the edge of my bed. I put on a random playlist of music, then I sat down. I moved to put an arm around him, but he moved so that he was laying full-length on the bed. I moved to lay down beside him, and he cuddled up to me. Putting my arm around him, I gently pulled him closer, and he rested his head on my chest.

"I'm really glad you had a nice time at the game tonight," I said. "You and Jack both seemed really happy to be there with each other."

He nodded his head, and smiled.

"I'm really glad you and him are friends, and I hope you guys are really happy together if you decide to be boyfriends long-term.

"So do I," Triston said when he got his device and typed.

"He really is nice," I said.

"I agree," Triston replied.

Putting his device aside, he snuggled into my embrace once again, and I lay there stroking his hair. He rested his head on my chest and it was nice to hold him like that.

"I love you," I said kissing the top of his head.

He made the same hand gesture against my heart as did Pietro, though it obviously had a much different meaning between us as brothers.

The next day, I had my classes at school, then I did track practice. I ran several laps, and coach was really happy with my progress. I outran several of the kids, and we finished with me beating them again. A couple of times there was three of them that beat me, but I managed to get ahead of them several times to make up for it. Overall, I was really happy with how practice went that day.

"Okay, you guys did really well today," the coach said as he had us gather in the gym before dismissing us. "If you guys continue doing what I taught you, then I think things will go well at the event next week. See you all tomorrow."

We all went off to shower, then after getting back into my regular clothes, I went to my locker. Pietro was standing there waiting for me, and I greeted him. We then left to go back to my house to spend some time together.

0000

Officer Harris was busy all that day. For the past few weeks, he had been given small assignments. He was pissed at this. Harris also knew what the reason why the Chief gave him the grunt work. It was because of the Chief being worried that he would get enraged at someone he was detaining. So, Harris was stuck doing paperwork for the last few weeks, ever since his run-in with the shaggy-haired queer in the drug store back in March.

Harris had been sent out only a couple of times during those last few weeks. He was riding along with a couple of more experienced officers, and he was told mainly to watch! He was even more pissed at this last part, as if he was a fucking rooky fresh out of the academy! This wouldn't fly, not if he had anything to say about it!

Now as Harris drove along that Tuesday afternoon, he watched for anyone walking across the street even in the oddest way. Even if they so much as stepped out at even the smallest second off, he would bust them. He also hoped they'd back-talk him! At this point, he was looking for an excuse to knock someone around! For Harris, it was a matter of power, because of the fact that he had on a badge and a gun. That meant that he was deserving of respect on that fact alone! Those who gave it were at least deserving of being left alone. Those who even asked for what reason they were being stopped, at best deserved to be zapped with a stun gun, or outright shot at worse.

Mark Harris grew up in a family where his father was a police officer, as well as a violent drunk at home. The Bitch who called herself Mom was one to stand by and act as if nothing was going on. Harris never forgave his father for the beatings, nor his Bitch mother for allowing it to happen! This deep-seated hate manifested in Harris being far more aggressive with women suspects, and also going so far as to demand sex from a couple of them in place of taking them down to the station.

Harris would be just as aggressive if not more so with people who were in the LGBT Community. He never demanded sex from them, he wasn't that power-hungry. However, he did like the idea of making some limp-wristed Fag bend down on his knees cowering in fear and crying. He could picture the guy crying, begging and pleading for him to let him up, as well as to let him go. Harris liked that just fine!

As Harris finished up his driving, he saw a car pull out into traffic. Looking closer, he saw that it was a woman behind the driver's seat, and she was on her phone. It didn't matter that she had put it down quickly once taking ahold of the wheel, he was going to deal with her, and now!

Driving up close to her, Harris put on his lights, and the woman looked behind her. She had black hair and blue eyes, as well as a shirt that seemed to accent her well-developed breasts.

"Dumb Bitch for not putting your phone down, but nice tits all the same," he thought smirking to himself.

Stopping his car, Harris got out once the woman stopped her own. Stepping up to the driver's side door, Harris waited as she rolled down her window.

"You know why I pulled you over?" he asked sharply and with his right hand just an inch above the holstered gun on his hip.

"Sorry, but I don't," she said looking intently at him.

"Please step out of the car," he demanded even more sharply.

"Okay, but what is this about?" she asked now beginning to get more nervous, perhaps a little afraid.

That was alright with Harris. She struck him as one mouthy Bitch once she got going, and he was just the one to make her remember where her place was, or should have been!

"I'll ask the damn questions here woman," Harris said, raising his voice a little higher. "Now do as I told you! Now!"

Stepping out of the car, she turned looking at him.

"Show me your ID and registration," he said aiming a threatening look into her own eyes.

With hands that now shook badly, she got them out for him.

"Beth Swanson," Harris read out loud from the driver's license. "Okay, now turn and face the car with your hands on the top of it. Legs spread."

"I'm not sure what it is I did," she said getting more afraid now.

"Do as I tell you, or I'm taking your slut ass down to the station!" Harris yelled

"Hey! You can't talk to me like that! I know my rights!" Beth shot back glaring directly into his eyes.

"God damn you! Do as I tell you! Now!" he roared then grabbed her.

Beth struggled, and he turned her quickly around slamming her up against the side of the car.

"Let go of me!" she yelled. "Get your fucking hands off me right now!"

"You want Resisting an Officer to be added to the charges!" Harris screamed. "You just keep fighting me, and you'll see what happens!"

Beth tried to break free, and Harris spun her around almost knocking her off balance. He slapped her two times across the mouth splitting her lip, and bloodying her nose.

"Bastard!" she screamed breaking free of him for a moment, but Harris gripped her again.

He shoved her up against the side of the car, and put his face just inches from hers.

"All you had to do was stay off your god damn cell phone when you pulled into traffic, you stupid Bitch!" he hissed. "Why do you fucking women have to be such brainless retarded Cunts! Every one of you, every god damn one of you!

"Fuck you!" she yelled, shoving him away. "I was off my phone quick enough, and I sure as hell don't deserve this bullshit!"

"Okay hot stuff, time for you to go down to the station!" he said, all but practically dragging her to the back of his police car.

After shoving her into the back seat, he slammed the door then got in the driver's seat.

As Harris walked into the police station with Beth, who was now hand-cuffed behind her back, the Chief saw her bloodied face, and stepped right in front of the two of them.

"What in the blue Fuck is this!" he shouted turning to Harris. "Jesus Christ! She looks like she's attempted to get into a prize fight with Muhammad Ali! What the fuck happened!"

"What happened here, is your officer decided that he wanted to pull me over, and be extra-legal about it!" Beth shouted breaking free of Harris's grip. "Last time I checked, putting your phone down when ending a call while backing into traffic didn't justify any of this!"

"You, in my office now!" the Chief yelled aiming his rage-filled look at Harris! I'll be in there to talk to you here soon!"

"Chief, she," he began.

"In my office! Now!" the Chief roared just inches from Harris's face. "Right now, god damn it!"

0000

Nohea

That Tuesday, the day after Pietro's Wrestling Event, went by fast. It was a good day, that is until I returned home. It was quiet in the house, and Pietro had several homework assignments to complete otherwise he would have come home with me. Triston wouldn't be home for another ten minutes, so I went to work in the kitchen rating the fridge.

Suddenly I heard the front door unlock, and Dad was coming into the house. We greeted each other, then as I moved so Dad could get into the fridge, we heard a car pull up.

"Probably Triston," Dad said.

"Yeah, I said in agreement.

The door opened hard then slammed shut.

"Beth!" Dad said worried. "What happened to you!"

I went up to see what was happening, and Beth began telling us about what happened.

"That Bastard!" I said, wishing that Mark Harris was there so I could bash out his fucking brains!

"It'll be alright," Beth said as we hugged.

Once seated in the living room, Dad worked on making calls to get things handled with the situation. When Triston arrived home, he was upset to see what happened to Aunt Beth. They hugged for a long moment, and she reassured him several times that she was alright, and that she just needed to be here with us for a little while. I sat there continuing to feel rage for what Mark Harris had done to my aunt!

Triston sat down beside me after sharing another hug with Aunt Beth, and I held him close. As we sat there, I struggled to calm down, and focus on just being there for him, as well as for Aunt Beth. I just hoped that we all could get through what had happened.

Author's Notes

I can imagine that it's not easy reading about what happened to Beth, and you'll see what happens next. It's going to get even darker, so be prepared for that!

All that being said, I hope you're all doing well, and having a good Friday Evening. I'll see everyone in Chapter 12.

Next: Chapter 56: The Wounds Within My Heart IV 12


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