Josh's Journey
By Dragonwriter
Chapter 16- Confessions
This
chapter is going to be emotional, so go get the tissue box NOW! My love and my
heart goes out to all of you who wrote me to tell me
you were survivors of child abuse. Even though I wrote this story, I cannot
conceive of ever hurting a child! For those of you that are
a bit squeamish: be warned, Kel's father was NOT a
very nice man. Okay! On with the show!
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Kel's voice, which had been
the only sound in the room, tapered off. He studied his lap as if he'd never
seen it before, his fingers plucking nervously at his pants leg: the gesture of
a restless ex smoker, I thought wryly. Without a word I reached forward to the
table and picked up a pen and handed it to him. He smiled and tapped it against
his leg.
We were alone in the conference room of the pysch
ward. Alejhandro and Dr. Reicher
had left us there after the last meeting. Most of the day had been spent there
in one conference after another. Plans and decisions and recommendations for Kel had swirled past me until I couldn't breathe; I felt as
if all the oxygen in the room was being sucked out, my hands gripped the chair
arms until they were white.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE! MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T HAMMER AT HIM CONSTANTLY, KEL
WOULD BE OKAY," I wanted to scream, listening to doctors and therapists
decide the course of my lover's life for the next several weeks or possibly
years to hear them talk.
I'm sure that Alejhandro felt the vibes I was
giving off by the way he kept his eyes on me and I knew that would be a topic
for conversation soon. Another therapist must have been feeling it as well,
because she kept glancing at me. I hadn't felt that tense since I left home,
and for the first time in years, I wanted to throw things. But the rational
side of my brain held me firmly in check: a tantrum would impress no one.
Kel's hand creeped
slowly, almost hesitantly, across his leg and up onto my hand. As always, the
touch of his hand was was a comfort and a pleasure. I
relaxed and slumped back into the chair. My hand twisted around and gripped his
tightly. I remembered the first time I had held that hand: at the club, the
night after he had left this very ward. I remembered how thin it had been.
Absently, I turned his hand over and stroked the palm with my thumb, Kel shivered in pleasure and his eyes sparkled.
I had never truly understood the line "edited for content"
until now. It seem as if everyone was saying the same
thing over and over again and it all boiled down to Kel
needed intensive therapy. And a lot of love, I thought to myself. Where was
that in all these plans and decisions? Where was love?
His hand tightened around mine and I looked down at his delicate, long
fingered hand, so pale and fragile in my copper palm. This was where the love
was, I thought suddenly, right here in my hand. Thank God I had such big hands!
The thought made me smile for the first time that day.
The night before I had finally got the chance to
introduce Mama to Kel.
It was after visiting hours but the nurses took pity on us and gave us a little
extra time. Mama studied the ward as she followed me to Kel's
room, her eyes appraising but I felt the tension in her body. She was as upset
by it as I was. Mama took one long look at Kel,
taking in his thinness and delicacy; the sorrow in his eyes and the lost
feeling surrounding him and gathered him into her arms.
"My boy, my new son," she murmured softly.
Kel looked thunderstruck.
Over Mama's head his eyes met mine, the question he was thinking clearly
written in them. Did she really mean he was being accepted as a son? I nodded
and smiled tenderly at him. He looked back at Mama, who stepped back half a
step and laid her hand on his cheek. Mama was almost the same height as Kel; she kissed him softly on his cheek.
"Such a pretty man, but so sad." She shook her head. "If
Josh weren't already here to do it, I would wrap you up in a blanket and take
you home myself. Poor lost child."
Kel's eyes filled with tears.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Mama smiled and caressed his cheek. Watching her, I suddenly understood
why I made that same gesture. I remembered the feel of her hand and the feeling
of comfort and love and "it was going to be all right" that simple
gesture conveyed. Mama hugged Kel again.
"Call me Mama, same as the rest of my boys," Mama said with a
smile.
Tears spilled down Kel's face.
"Mama," he said softly. Mama smiled and nodded.
We spent nearly an hour in Kel's room just
talking and enjoying each other's company. Kel told
Mama about the last few months and we laughed at some things and cried at some
others. It didn't seem at all strange to me to be sitting on a hospital bed, Kel tucked safely into the curve of my arm and Mama sitting
on a chair smiling at us both.
Shortly before
"My Kel, my darling, my treasure," I
murmured softly in his ear. "Only a few more days and then we won't be
saying goodbye. I'll hold you all night and keep you safe."
Kel smiled and nodded, his
eyes filled with tears. I caressed his cheek, my finger lightly teasing his ear
lobe. I could feel his pulse against my pinky. My
"I look forward to it," he whispered.
At the ward door, I stopped and looked back. Kel
was leaning against the door to his room, arms crossed, watching us. I
remembered that first night at the club, when he had been standing in almost
the same position as I left the club. Slowly he brought his palm to his mouth,
kissed it and then blew me a kiss. He smiled again. My throat clogged up and
for a moment I thought I was going to burst into tears. I smiled and touched my
lips with the tips of my fingers. Kel nodded and
pushed off from the door and disappeared into his room. I followed Mama out
into the hall.
The next day started early; as usual I was up with the sun, even though
it was going to be a long day of meetings relating to Kel's
release from the hospital. Leaning against the window watching the sun come up
and nursing a cup of coffee, I wondered how many people had stood here before
me, feeling the same kind of pain I was feeling. A pair of arms wrapped around
my chest and tightened, pulling me back against a solid chest. I leaned back,
my head resting on his shoulder; curly blond hair teased my cheek.
"Goo mor'in,"
Xan said his monotone voice rumbling through the
quiet.
I reached up and stroked his cheek. What would I have done this week
without him? I had no idea, but I would be eternally grateful that I had never
had to find out. We had slept the last two nights with his arms around me as we
balanced on a pair of pushed together couches. He had been waiting for me in
the hall, the night before, when Mama and I had come from visiting Kel. His arms and quiet comfort had been just the thing I
had needed then. Now with the rising sun and the anxiety about what was going
today, he was again just the thing I needed. Xan let
go and stepped backwards, I turned and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you," I whispered. He smiled and stroked my cheek.
Mama and the kids showed up a few minutes later and as we were going
downstairs to get breakfast, we met Nina and dragged her along with us. Mama
and Jem were staying at Colin's. Colin had generously
given Fen the time off from school so long as she kept up with her homework.
After eating we returned upstairs to the conference room and discovered Officer
Morgan chatting amiably with a lab tech.
"Ah, there you are Josh," she said turning and holding her
hand out to me. Officer Morgan was a small woman with nicely rounded curves,
brown hair and a lively smile.
"Office Morgan, what are you doing here?" I asked my heart
beating rapidly in an unreasonable fear for Kel.
"Good news for a change," she said with a smile. "First
of all, let me extend my condolences on your recent troubles."
"Thank you," I said softly. I made a quick introduction to
everyone.
"How did you know to find me here?" I asked after the
introductions were made.
"I went to your apartment first," she answered with a smile.
"I'm afraid I woke your roommate up, but he told me where you were."
"Anyway," Officer Morgan continued, "we have apprehended
your note writer." She waved her hands in front of her face as we pelted
her with questions. "Before you get the congratulations out, let me say it
was quite by accident."
She looked around and I hurriedly offered her a seat on one of the
couches. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jem
writing furiously on my pad for Xan. Fen was chewing
a cuticle and bouncing from one foot to the other. Mama sat down on the couch
by Officer Morgan and gestured to Nina to sit by her. I dragged a chair over
and straddled it backwards facing the officer.
"One of my fellow officers picked up a rather loud drunk on a
disorderly charge. Would the name Matthew Reynolds mean anything to you?"
"MATT!" I exclaimed. Matt from the club, Matt who had tried to
warn me but I had brushed it off as a drunken, jealous queen.
"Ahh, then you do know him." Officer
Morgan said. I gave her a quick explanation of how I knew him and repeated the
incident back in September or October. She took several notes on a small pad of
paper.
"Well," she said looking up at me. "He was picked up
quite drunk and making loud threats outside the home of another object of his
affection. When he was searched they found an unsealed envelope with your
address and name on it. Inside was a card saying "Beware, hide your
knives" on it."
Nina started and made a small-strangled sob. She jumped to her feet, her
eyes wide in fear and practically ran out of the room. Mama stood up and
followed her. Officer Morgan watched them leave; her eyes returned to me.
"My lover's mother, there was some trouble in the past involving
her son and a knife. Her husband was an extremely abusive man." I watched
Officer Morgan, my eyes daring her to question further.
But she didn't, she just nodded. Maybe being a cop, she had seen more
than her share of trouble and violence and was unwilling to borrow more. Xan's hand lightly stroked my shoulder. I looked up
grateful for his presence; I would never be able to thank him enough for all he
had done.
"One of the arresting officers is a friend of mine, and he
remembered me mentioning your case. Cases such as yours are usually cracked by
coincidence such as this. As soon as we questioned him, Reynolds folded and
confessed to an undying love of you and fear for your future." Officer
Morgan's eyes danced and it occurred to me that she probably already knew what
had happened with Kel and his dad. Maybe she had more
details than I did at this point. I clenched and unclenched my fist.
"Anyway, we are holding him for 24 hours 'til he sobers up, but he
hasn't done anything that we can hold him for any longer than that. But if you
wish to come down to the station, you can fill out a statement and he will be
charged with harassment."
I nodded and thanked her for coming. We chatted for a few minutes
longer, and then she left. Jem wrapped his arm around
my shoulders. Fen leaned against his other shoulder, looking surprisingly
delicate against my broad shouldered brother.
"What're you going to do, Josh?" He asked,
his face troubled.
I hugged him. "I don't know, I need to
think about it. Ask Kel what he thinks. Ask Alejhandro. He really didn't hurt anyone but he scared Kel very badly."
Fen made a soft noise and Jem hugged her. Xan watched everything with cool appraising eyes. He nodded
and wrote on the pad.
"You go.. be with
Kel. I take the kids out. We go grab a bite or somethin."
I smiled and signed "Thank you".
Out in the hall I met Mama and Nina. Mama told me that Nina hadn't been
told about the threatening letters and when Officer Morgan had mentioned knives
she panicked. I apologized profusely: I had had no idea that Kel hadn't told her about the notes. Nina nodded and I
hugged her. Mama took her to get a cup of coffee before the first conference
dealing with Kel was to begin. I glanced at my watch, I would have about an hour to spend with Kel before then.
The hall outside the psych ward was empty and I was let in promptly when
I rang the buzzer: all quiet inside this morning. Micah was just leaving as I
showed up. He was looking spectacular as usual. And to my surprise he was
completely sober. He nodded and murmured my name in passing.
Kel didn't volunteer what
they talked about and I didn't ask, instead we spent the hour talking.
"Tell me about
Discussing my hometown with Kel was so
relaxing and so enjoyable that it seemed I'd hardly started when Dr. Reicher appeared in the door to escort us to the first
meeting. The rest of the morning and into the afternoon was spent in meetings.
I had never been involved in the treatment of a traumatic medical issue before
and God willing I would never be involved again. It was an endless stream of
doctors and therapists making decisions and virtually controlling Kel like a marionette. Questions were tossed back and
forth: was Kel able to live in his house, would he
need a caretaker, should he be released into his mother's care? Could he handle
his own medications? It seemed as if every aspect of his life was being
examined and questioned. Things he had been doing for himself for years were
minutely examined.
My own frustrations at the illegitimacy of our relationship, at least as
far as the State of Washington was concerned, made it all the harder to sit
there and listen to people talk to Nina, ask Nina questions and debate whether
he should be allowed to return to his home or to her home. To be so cut out of
the picture tore at my heart and made my gut churn.
Through the most of it, Kel sat impassive,
staring at the window across from him. It was only near the end of the last
meeting that he stirred himself and shyly took my hand. The tension flowed out
of me and I was able to hear Nina insisting that Kel
be allowed to go home. She was certain that sending him to a behavioral
hospital was not going to do him any good, and she was quite adamant about him
not being separated from me. I was certain that the hospital staff or at least
Dr. Reicher knew that her husband would not be
pleased at all to have Kel in his home.
"Josh is the best thing in my son's life," she said softly.
"I know because I have seen the worst. I will NOT allow you or anyone else
to split them up."
The hospital psychiatrist was quick to deny trying to split us up. Alejhandro also seconded Nina's assessment of our
relationship, as did Dr. Reicher. Dr Reicher reiterated that she felt Kel
could go home with minimal supervision, meaning me when I wasn't at work, as
long as he kept his appointments with the therapist.
"Why don't you say anything?" I whispered to Kel.
Kel shrugged, "Wouldn't
change their minds, if I did. The best way is to agree to everything and then
when I get home live MY life again."
Finally after much discussion and in my opinion, needless repetition, it
was decided that Kel would remain in the hospital one
more complete day. He would be released Friday the 9th in the morning. By then
hospital staff would have a chance to look over his house and decide if there
appeared to be any threats to his safety there, as well as time to get him set
up with an appointment with Ms. Caulder, the therapist
Alejhandro was recommending. I didn't like the idea
of some stranger pawing through Kel's house, but he
seemed resigned to it. I made a mental note to have Xan
or Kaleb run out there that night and put the naked
pictures of us someplace out of sight. It was a piece of my life I had no
desire to share with strangers.
Finally after much talking, we were left alone. Kel
was pale and shaky and for a long time I just held him, sitting on the soft
leather couch. Kel's head lay against my shoulder;
gently I stroked his arms and back. I wanted to shield him from harm; protect
him from whatever might try to hurt him. Neither of us spoke, I think we both craved peace and the silence of just being together.
Kel stirred finally and slid out of my lap. He
crossed his legs and studied my face.
"Someday I pray, peace will find me," he said softly,
uncannily reading my mind. "You know that prayer? The one that says Lord
give me the the serenity to accept what I can't
change, strength to change what I can change, and the wisdom to be able to tell
the difference. So many times I have whispered that in the dark."
"But I think peace has to come from inside, when one acquires the
wisdom to accept oneself. Wisdom comes from experience, I am told, and
experience comes from living. And living is something I am supremely fond of.." Kel's voice tapered off.
"I suppose that's a strange thing to say considering how many times
I have tried to kill myself, but truly I love being alive. Feeling the sun and
hearing all the sounds of the city. Enjoying the company of a special person.."
Kel tapped the pen against
his leg. He held it between his index and middle fingers like a cigarette. I
was almost willing to go buy him a pack of smokes if it would help make it
easier for him to talk. But instead I stood up and went to the coffee pot.
"One with milk for me and one black for you," I said softly,
handing him the cup.
Kel smiled and took the cup
from me. He tipped his head and inhaled a long, deep breath. Dark curly hair
brushed his cheek, he looked so sweet and fragile. I
sat down carefully beside him, his eyes were on me: glittering and so green.
"I don't know what Mom told you," he said softly. "So I
guess I'll begin at the beginning."
He took a deep breath, "I was born in 1962, my
Mom was barely 16. You've seen her: a tiny, fragile woman married to a big,
loud, abusive man. I was all right I guess, as an infant and Mom says Dad
treated us both quite good at that time. But shortly after I turned three, I
started acting strangely. I told you about my eating habits, all children put
everything in their mouth but I was "obsessed", if you will, with
eating things like paper, pencils, rocks..." He shivered. "Glass."
"I also became emotionally unstable at the same time. I would be
happy, mad, sad the whole run in a couple minutes.
When I became upset, I was often uncontrollable and I hurt myself many times
pounding on things." He studied his hand and I had a flash of him pounding
on the wall after Christmas, blood splattered across the paint. How many times
had that happened in the past?
"Well, the '60s not being a time of real openness about mental
illness it was easier and safer, for me at least, to be "put away".
And well, back then they really didn't have any medicine to give me but tranquilizers, I suspect I slept most of my childhood away.
Maybe that's why I like cartoons and video games so much as an adult." He
looked up at me and grinned. I nodded and smiled back. Kel 's mouth twisted and he
became sober again.
"I don't know if she told you or not, but Mom suffered a nervous
breakdown at the same time and we were both institutionalized. Not together
though, maybe they were worried she'd hurt me or maybe they just didn't want to
deal with it. I don't know."
"She was very young, Kel," I said
softly. "She wasn't much older than Jem is or
even Fen really."
Kel nodded. "It has
taken me many years to understand that. I just wonder why? Why? Why didn't she
protect me?"
I chewed my lip. I didn't want to contradict him, but I didn't want him
to continue to think she didn't care. Kel was silent,
lost in his thoughts, I suppose. I reached out and stroked his cheek, then
tipped his head up.
"Kel," I said softly. "I don't
want you to think I am rejecting you, but she has tried to protect you. She
continues to protect you by keeping Joe away and by giving you a house that is
paid for."
Kel opened his mouth to
speak. I laid a finger softly on his lips. Leaning forward, I kissed his
forehead.
"I had a long conversation with her a couple nights ago. Do you remember
a time, it would have been when you were about 12 and winter, you lived at Mrs.
Witsky's house for a week?" He nodded and I went
on, "You were recovering from one hell of a beating and so was your
mother. She carried you semiconscious, Kel, barefoot
with eyes almost swollen shut through snow, through that hedge to Mrs. Witsky's house. God alone knows how she found the strength,
but she did."
Kel's face paled and he
swallowed, "I don't remember that part."
"No," I said softly. "You told me your brain doesn't
always process information like mine or your Mom's does. Maybe you just haven't
always recognized her efforts."
Kel looked thoughtful. Then
he grinned: that beautiful sun bright grin of his. My shoulders felt like a
giant weight had been lifted and one of the knots in my belly relaxed. How I
loved this man!
"That's basically what therapists have been telling me for years,
but for some reason coming from you, it sounds more
reasonable than it has before." He grinned in mischief. "Maybe I am
just blinded by lust!"
"Hmm so well, I already told you about my teens and about all the
abuse." He sighed. "So I suppose this is it, I have to tell you about
my dad."
He looked at me; his eyes were clear and direct with no trace of sadness
or fear. The lack of emotion in them scared me. Fear I could understand, anger
I could understand, but lack of any emotion chilled me to the bone. I swallowed
and squeezed his thigh. He glanced down then back up, a stray curl falling
across his eye. He was resigned to what might happen next.
"He's dead, Josh."
"I know," I said softly.
"She told you?"
"No, I told her. I put several pieces together and I don't know if you've
ever noticed but you always refer to him in the past. It's always he did or he
was, that kind of thing."
"Oh," Kel frowned. "It's funny
but, I don't even know WHERE he's buried, Mom won't tell me. Maybe she's afraid
I'll try to dig him up." He shivered and sipped his coffee.
"I killed him, Josh." He held up his hand, "Hear me out.
Please? It was him or me, I'm honestly convinced he'd
have killed me if I hadn't moved first. His violence towards me had been
escalating as I approached adult hood, maybe he needed to still be able to beat
me to feel in control of me, I don't know. But the day after my 18th birthday,
I came home from, I don't remember where there are gaps in my memory, you'll
understand why in a minute. Anyway I came home and he grabbed me, wanted me to
suck him I think, and I shook him off. I told him I was an adult now and I
didn't have to put up with his abuse anymore!"
Kel's eyes filled with tears,
"I understand now that that wasn't remotely the way to handle the
situation, but hell I was only EIGHTEEN!" He face was a mask of fury, his
hands clenched, I was afraid he'd crush the coffee cup he still held, but he
didn't. My heart was pounding loud enough to hear. He sipped his coffee and
sighed. "He blew up, screaming and swearing, he
grabbed me and slammed me back into the wall, then threw me across the
room."
"God damn!" I swore and clenched my hands . My stomach was tied up in knots.
"Remember I told you I got thrown down the stairs? This was when
that happened, I hit the bottom and snapped my right wrist and cracked my head
on the floor. I was trying to get up when he grabbed me by the hair and slammed
my head into the floor twice. I must have passed out because I don't remember
anything after that for sometime. The carpet there now is new,
the old stuff was kind of threadbare and well now it was covered in blood from
my nose breaking. "
I made a low growling noise and pulled Kel
into my arms. His coffee slopped on my hip but I didn't care. Kel was shaking and for a long moment I just held him,
stroking his back.
"When I came to, I had blood and snot crusted on my face, my head
hurt like a train was running through it, my wrist throbbed and I was bleeding
from a half dozen places where I'd been scratched or bitten, one of them was my
hip." He swallowed and whispered, "There was blood on the insides of
my legs. I had no idea where that came from and I was petrified. My gut and
lower back hurt like hell from his fists; by the time I got to the hospital I
was a patchwork quilt of bruises. I remember crawling upstairs, I was looking
for Mom. But she wasn't home and when I couldn't find her I got really terrified.
My head hurt so bad.."
Kel started to cry. I took
his coffee and set it on the floor. I rocked him softly. My hands stroked his
arms as I whispered softly in his ear. I was crying almost as hard as Kel. Slowly he stopped shaking and sat up again. He smiled
and stroked my chest.
"You are the crazy one, Josh, for staying here. I don't know why,
you do."
"I love you," I said simply, wiping his face with my fingers.
Kel nodded and slid out of
my lap. He walked around the table and across the room to the window. I slid to
the very edge of the couch and watched him look out the window. He turned
around and looked at me.
"I found him.. sleeping
on the couch. I tried to wake him, to tell him I needed to go to the doctor. I
was dying, I told him. He pushed me away, causing me to hit my head again, and
told me to leave him alone, he was tired of my crazy
stories."
"The son of a..." I swore shooting to my feet. I shot around
the end of the table and gathered Kel into my arms. I
was furious! I couldn't imagine treating another person like that much less
your OWN child! Kel leaned against me for a minute, then pulled away.
"I was terrified and sick, I had thrown up
several times, concussion you know." I nodded and he went on," I
guess the way I saw it was that it wasn't fair I was going to die and he was
going to live. Somehow I managed to get into the kitchen and found a butcher
knife. I don't remember actually stabbing him, I think I passed out afterwards,
but I remember looking around and seeing blood everywhere and puke all over me
and being terrified of what Mom was going to say! She was such an immaculate
housekeeper."
"I tried to clean it up but obviously I couldn't and after passing
out again I called the operator for help. Then passed out
again."
Kel studied his hands. When
he looked up at me his eyes were filled with tears and his lower lip quivered.
I put my hand on his arm, he flinched, then shook his
head. I pulled my hand back sharply and hugged myself. Tears were flowing out
of my eyes as well and I had the sudden desire to run for Mama. Where was my Kel, the loving, gentle man I knew? Even though I had told
Nina and she had confirmed it, it really hadn't sunk in until now: Kel had killed someone. Part of me said he had been pushed
to it, but another part just kept chanting 'killer, killer'. My heart was
pounding like I'd run a marathon. I wanted to run away, I wanted to find Mama,
find Xan, have them make it
better. I didn't want to be in love with a MURDERER!
"I think I woke up when I was being loaded into the ambulance, I remember red and white splashes of color. I
remember being in the emergency room and hearing the nurses talking, I don't
think they knew I was conscious. One said "Dear God, how can he still be
alive!" Kel's voice broke and for a minute all
he could do was cry. My own tears were falling fast as a waterfall. He looked
up at me, his lip quivered again. "I remember thinking 'BUT I DON'T WANT
TO BE DEAD!' I wanted to yell it but I couldn't. Mom got there at some point,
God I don't even know how much later. Time is all screwed up for me. But I
remember her asking me something and I hear myself saying 'I don't want to be
dead Mom, dead's all gone. I want to be in the
sun.'"
Kel was sobbing and shaking
now. He looked up at me with that sweet, lost look on his face that had melted
my heart so many times in the past; it melted it now as well. This was MY Kel, loving, gentle and caring. My Kel
who sat in a cold, wet driveway all day to make sure a nursing stray cat would
get a decent meal for a change. My Kel
who tumbled out of bed at
I gathered him into my arms and held him as he cried. His body was so
tense it was like caressing a statue. I crooned softly in his ear through my
own tears. I couldn't imagine what he had been through! I had concussed my head
when I was 12, falling off a horse. The pain had been almost unbearable, but to
have had your head slammed at least four times, my stomach rolled over and
threatened to heave up.
Kel shuddered and relaxed
against me. For a while neither of us moved, then I
felt movement and looked down. He was looking up at me, his eyes searched mine.
Was he looking for signs of disgust, I wondered. I stroked his cheek lightly.
He leaned into my hand and shut his eyes.
"I don't want you to think that I believed I had done the right
thing," he said finally. "I knew I had done wrong, but I was
terrified and hurting and my brains had been scrambled. For awhile there was
some concern that I would be blinded on one side but my vision recovered. I am
classified as brain injured on top of being schizophrenic and manic
depressive."
Kel sighed and looked away
from me out the window. "Just what I needed: another label separating me
from everyone else."
He continued after a moment, "My dad's throat was practically
ripped out. Like I said I don't remember doing it, maybe it was the only place
I could get to while he slept, but blood had sprayed everywhere. Blood I still
see in my dreams!"
"Kel," I murmured.
"Oh Josh, so many times I have wanted to tell you, but I couldn't:
I was so afraid. I didn't think you'd stay with me, if I told you."
I let go of him and stepped back. My heart was pounding and my head was
aching from crying. Unreasonably I was also hurt, hurt that he couldn't trust
me. Even though part of me understood why he felt that way, another part of deeply
hurt. Kel must have seen it in my eyes.
"Josh?" He said softly. "What's wrong? What have I
done?"
"You didn't trust me!" I said abruptly. Kel
looked puzzled, then scared.
"I'm sorry." I said. "I didn't mean that. Well not the
way it came out.." I paused, then stepped forward
and laid my hand against his cheek.
"Kel, my darling, my treasure, I wish you
had told me sooner. Maybe we wouldn't be standing here if you had."
Kel's gaze was calm and
direct, he locked eyes with me. "And if I had told you? Would you still be
here or anywhere with me for that matter? Tell me the truth."
"I..," I paused. Would I still be with him? I didn't know. I
was scared, terrified actually and I was also angry, and full of sorrow and
just confused. I didn't know how I felt except that I loved Kel.
"You're right," I said softly. " I
can't promise, I wouldn't have panicked and taken off. It's just- argghh I wish we were almost anywhere other than
here!"
Kel nodded. "Me too,
Josh, me too."
"I was in the hospital ICU for a month I guess," Kel continued. "Then I was transferred to the psych
ward, this one actually, where I waited until I went to trial. Mom found me a
good defense attorney and he made quite an impression on the judge. Police
records of domestic disturbance, medical evidence of what I looked like when I
arrived at the hospital, doctor evidence of a lifetime of suspected abuse,
evidence from people-neighbors, teachers- swearing to abuse ,
pictures of me taken at the hospital. You know what it feels like to see my
back for the first time. Powerful stuff. This was
1980, when people were just starting to decide that maybe abuse shouldn't be
ignored."
"I never actually went to trial. I don't remember what its called but it was decided I was sort of guilty and sort
of not. Diminished capacity, maybe? Well anyway, I spent a year in the high
security locked ward at the prison, then another year in the minimum security
psych ward. I spent two years in hell. Maybe that's why when I feel myself
start to come apart again, I try to end it all. I don't EVER want to be back in
there again."
Kel sighed,
his fingers traced patterns on the table top. I wrapped my arm around his
shoulders and just held him. He leaned back against me and sighed again.
"God, you feel so good, Josh," he whispered, his hands sliding
up my arms. I smiled and nibbled on his ear.
"When I got out Mom told me she had gotten remarried. Which hurt me. I had been looking forward to having her to
myself for the first time in my life. HE wouldn't be always yelling at her to
come do something for him."
"And now there were strangers in my house. Actually, Kevin and I
took to one another quite quickly, but Joe-? Joe never could get past the
thought that I had already killed one father. He treats me politely but he never
turns his back on me."
"Kel," I murmured softly in his ear.
He leaned his head against my cheek.
"I guess he managed for awhile because at first I wasn't around a
whole lot. I had therapy and school. I started college when one of my
therapists told me I had a gift with words. Being hot wired on all sorts of
meds, I finished two degrees in record time. I have three degrees including a
Masters in English. All so I can write," Kel's
voice raised to a nasal whine, "'pseudo-scientific trash for the brain dead
masses'. That's Joe's opinion."
He turned his head around so I could see him scowling. "Fat
bastard, he doesn't deserve my mother, but he sweet talked her somehow."
"Shh, Kel. That's your mom's problem, not
yours. You concentrate on yourself right now."
He nodded and twisted around in my grasp. Kel's
arms locked around my waist and he stood with his head against my shoulder. The
only sound in the room was his breathing and the coffee pot.
"I don't know that there is much else to say," Kel whispered. "Except Thank You,
thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here with me."
"Do any of your exes know?" I asked.
"Micah does, we share a deep seated hatred for our fathers. But
Kara never knew, I never planned to tell her." He
sighed. "I never planned to tell you! I only told Micah because I was
drunk and the meds..."
I felt a twinge of jealousy at the mention of Micah. I was strangely
hurt that he had told him but wouldn't tell me. Kel
must have felt some tension in me because he looked up curiously. I schooled my
features to a blank expression. I would let Alejhandro
deal with my jealousy, not Kel.
I tipped up Kel's head and kissed him. A long deep kiss that reached into the depths of my soul. Kel's arms wrapped around my neck, his fingers tangled in my
hair. I felt him in the very marrow of my bones resonating like a high note,
barely heard but rather felt. I wanted him, loved him, needed
him. I had promised to take care of him and I meant to do just that, now and
forever.
Kel stepped back, his hands
framed my face. He smiled, a sweet, shy smile that
brought out all my protective instincts. And truth to tell,
made my cock hard as a rock. When all this was over and we'd be alone, I was
going to spend a whole day showing him in every deed and every action; with
every way my body knew, just how much I loved him.
"Josh?" Kel's voice was soft.
"Will you move in with me? Permanently, I mean. I want you there
always."
"Oh, Kel! Kel."
I hugged him tightly. " Of course I will!"
"YES!" Kel shouted with a laugh.
I kissed him again and the hospital slipped away. I knew it wasn't going
to be perfect, but the future was open and waiting for us. God only knew what
was ahead for us but we'd face it head on. Together.
I let go of Kel and reached up to my throat. Kaleb's necklace had served its purpose and now it was time
to return it to him. The cool gold chain lay pooled in my palm; Kel's rings waited to be returned to him. I slid the silver
one on his thumb with a smile. Kel's
"Kel, my darling, my love, with this ring
I promise to always be by your side. Through good times and bad, sickness and
health, I will always be there to hold your hand and wipe away your tears. Together, you and I, FOREVER!"
Revised July 2007
There it is gang. The last chapter of Josh's Journey, he has come to the
end of this path. He has home, lover, two dogs and has started the process of
repairing the rift with his family. Now his feet are placed on a new path and
where will it lead him? I don't know. But being the attention whore that I am
as soon as he and I figure it out, you all will be the first to know!