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Chapter 35 After school the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, Rick drove Ry to his place to get a few change of clothes and to check in with Ry’s parents. Despite the afternoon sun, the house was dark and quiet. Ry unlocked the door and the pair entered. There was trash all over the hall and living room. Half-eaten food crawled with maggots and flies swarmed from room to room. There was a stench that almost made Rick vomit coming from the kitchen. “What do you want?” Barked Mr. Doernbecher, as he entered the hall from his bedroom. He was gaunt and only wearing a pair a raggedy, stained briefs. “We’re just picking up a few things for the weekend. I hope that’s alright,” Rick said. “What the fuck ever,” Ry’s father said, before walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Rick said, “Come on. The sooner we get your things, the sooner we can leave.” Rick turned sharply and bumped into Ry. He looked at the boy and saw abject fear. Rick knelt down and whispered, “Ry? It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Rick took the shaking 12-year-old by the hand and guided him into the nearest room. Rick sat Ry on the bed as he moved about collecting several sets of clothing, the rest of Ry’s gaming books and few other possessions. He heard the bathroom door open then slam shut, followed by a squeak from Ry. Rick put the bag he brought down and entered the hall once more. Mr. Doernbecher was fully naked. Rick quietly said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t feel safe bringing Ry back here. Your house is a landfill, and you’re clearly on something. I have half a mind to report you to Child Protective Services.” Mr. Doernbecher şişli travesti just looked at Rick, almost as if the man wasn’t even there. He then said, “I don’t fucking care. Do whatever you want.” He made to walk away, but Rick interjected. “I’m dead serious. I’ll report you.” Mr. Doernbecher snorted with derision, “And I’m serious. Keep the fucking brat. He’s not even mine, so what do I care? Because his whore mother got knocked up doesn’t make her bastard my problem, does it? So call the cops or whatever you’re gonna do. The worst thing that’ll happen is that little fuck-wad gets put in a home somewhere. Did I say the ‘worst thing’? Nah, we both know it would be the best thing. If that cho-mo who raped your kid was still around, I would’ve sold the kid to him months ago.” Rick was stunned. He’d never heard anyone talk like that, especially about a child. “Now,” Mr. Doernbecher said, “get his shit and get the fuck outta my house.” Rick returned to Ry’s room and saw the boy balled up in a fetal position. It was clear that Ry had heard everything his father said. Rick slung the bag over his shoulder and carried Ry out to the truck. The boy hadn’t said a word and could hardly stand. Rick drove past the house and made his way downtown. He pulled into a parking lot, got out and went into a building. He came out a few minutes later, gently took Ry by the hand and brought the boy inside. Antonio told Rick to wait in the conference room. Rebecca came in a few minutes later. Ry only heard distant mumbling as the adults talked. He acknowledged somewhere in the distance that his name was mentioned and some questions were asked of him, but he didn’t answer. His mind kept flitting back to the last time his dad beat him. Ry felt Rick taking his hand once more and after some time passed, Rick carried Ry back out to the truck. Ry managed to buckle himself in as Rick closed the door and moved to the driver’s seat; however, the boy was still silent as Rick drove from errand to errand. Rick pulled over at the same spot overlooking the city where he and Kyle had been only a few months prior. Rick reached over and took Ry by the hand, interlacing their fingers. Rick passively rubbed Ry’s hand with his thumb, while looking out at the city. He knew it was getting late, but he wanted to give Ry a chance to come around before subjecting him to the boys. Ry finally spoke, “I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” Rick asked. “You did nothing wrong.” “Then why does my dad hate me?” The words hit both of them like bricks to the face. Tears fell, as Rick hastily unbuckled Ry and beylikdüzü travesti pulled the boy into his arms. Memories of his own father flashed across his mind, as Rick tried to comfort the wounded boy in his arms. Rick squeezed Ry, who cried out in pain. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean–” Rick had tried to set Ry back in the seat, and while doing so, Ry’s shirt lifted a little too high, revealing several deep purple bruises almost completely encircling Ry’s chest. “What the hell?” Ry lost it. He began to wail, almost screaming. Rick had to fight but managed to pull Ry’s shirt off. There were many more smaller, older bruises and scratches. Ry tried in vain to hide himself, but it was no use. With a shaking hand, Rick gave Ry back his shirt and helped put it back on. Ry curled up in a ball and sobbed. It hurt the older man to see the boy who fought a grown adult reduced to a quivering, frightened mess. Rick steadied himself and asked, “Ry? Did your dad do this to you?” Ry managed to affirm Rick’s question through his crying. Rick took a deep breath and said, “I legally can’t keep you from your parents, but I’m not going to send you back there. As far as I’m concerned, starting now, you’re my kid and you have a home with me. Again, I can’t legally stop your mom or dad from taking you from me, but I’m not going to tell you to go with them.” It was after dark when Rick pulled into the driveway. Lydia was watching TV as Rick came in with Ry in his arms. “I’m so sorry. Things got bad and he needed some time.” “Don’t worry about it,” She said, taking Ry’s bag from Rick, who laid a sleeping Ry on the couch. “Terry’s at work for another hour, so it was nice to not be alone for a change.” She helped Rick bring in the rest of the bags. Luckily, he hadn’t bought anything perishable. Rick took the opportunity to explain what happened. He couldn’t keep it to himself and after everything Lydia and Terry had done for him since Ronda went to jail, he felt like they were family also. “That poor baby,” She said, looking at Ry from the dining room table. “What are you going to do?” “My lawyer is looking into it, but she doesn’t see what can be done aside calling the cops and CPS.” “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I’d do if I were in your shoes.” “I can’t send him home,” Rick blurted. “You can’t keep him, either, Rick. He’s a sweet boy, but he’s not yours to keep.” “I already know, but I’m not going to make him leave. If his mom comes for him, I’ll have no choice, but if that piece of shit comes for him, I’m calling the cops.” Lydia left after istanbul travesti helping Rick put away the groceries. Rick took off Ry’s shoes and socks and put a blanket over the boy. He bent down, kissed Ry’s cheek, turned off the lights and went down the hall. He checked on Charlie, who was snoring. He opened Kyle’s door and saw his son looking up at the ceiling. “Hey Buddy,” Rick said, entering and closing the door behind him. “Where’s Ry?” Kyle asked. “He’s asleep on the couch,” Rick answered, while sitting next to his oldest. “He had a very rough day. Kyle, why didn’t you tell me about the bruises?” Kyle tried to play dumb, but it was very short lived. Rick knew that Kyle would’ve seen them every time Ry changed or while they had sex. “Ry asked me not to say anything. We didn’t want you to worry or be upset.” Rick kissed Kyle and said, “I wish you had told me, anyway.” Rick briefly told Kyle what happened. Kyle started to cry and apologized for keeping it a secret. “You can’t do that anymore. You have to tell me everything and no more lies, even if you think you’re protecting someone.” Kyle promised he’d never do it again. The door opened and a groggy, barefoot Ry walked in. “Don’t be mad at Kyle,” Ry said. “I’m not mad at either of you,” Rick said. “I’m disappointed that Kyle didn’t feel like he could tell me, but I’m not mad.” Ry closed the door and made his way towards the bed. Rick got up and made to move past the 12-year-old. Ry walked up to Rick and hugged him. Rick did the best he could to hug Ry back without hurting him again. “Dad,” Kyle said, “Can we sleep with you tonight?” Rick thought about it and said they could. He left Ry to change and went to his own room, where he got undressed down to his boxers. After a few minutes, Kyle and Ry entered. Ry made to get in the bed first but hesitated. It wasn’t until Kyle insisted that Ry sleep between him and Rick that Ry got under the blankets. Rick put his arms around Ry, who pulled them close, and spooned against him. Ry leaned back against Rick, as if trying to hide behind Rick’s arms. Kyle got in and moved right up next to his friend. They faced each other and held hands. Kyle leaned in and kissed Ry on the forehead and closed his eyes. For the first time in a very long time, Ry finally felt safe enough. Sleep overtook Ry instantly, with Kyle’s kiss the last thing he remembered. Kyle and Rick laid awake looking at each other. Rick wanted to kiss Kyle but didn’t dare move. The last thing he wanted was for Kyle to get him hard, with Ry’s ass right next to his dick. The boy had been through enough without having to go through that, as well. Kyle gently opened Rick’s arms, rolled over, and moved against Ry, closing Rick’s arms around him. Rick was thankful that both boys were skinny, as he closed his own eyes. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 36***
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