The usual caveats, this is all fiction. Any resemblance to real life is strictly coincidental. Oh by the way if you like it or hate it or have suggestions for future stories, feel free to write me. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\
I will probably NEVER forget that fateful Saturday morning. I had gotten up and started breakfast before getting both boys up. They were playing together until breakfast was ready and I called them to the table. "Josh, Shawn breakfast time boys. Come on out here." They came. Both boys had become very obedient over the last months.
We were just about done with breakfast when the doorbell rang. "Did you guys here a car pull up?" I asked the boys. They both shook their head and Shawn said, "No daddy." He had taken to calling me that lately. I thought it was cute.
I stood up and walked out to the breezeway and opened the door. A boy was standing on the step. A boy I recognized. It was David.
David and I had become acquainted through a mutual friend of mine who baby sat him on occasion along with his brother and sister. He had a rough homelife. His dad was an absolute ass and so was his mother. They didn't even like each other.
"Hi David. Come on in." I invited him. He walked in and I could see he had been crying. "Hi Steve." He says.
"What's going on David? Did your mom bring you?" I ask him. "No, I ran away." He said matter of factly. "I've been on the street for about three days I think. I'm cold, I haven't eaten and I'm really scared."
"Oh buddy why didn't you come over here quicker." I grabbed him and hugged him tight. "Well come on in here and I'll get you something to eat and then we'll talk." I put my arm around his shoulders and walked with him into the kitchen. The boys had finished their breakfast and exited the room.
"Sit down David and I'll make you some waffles." There was just enough batter left to feed David. I cooked them up and put them on a clean plate and put them before the boy. I then sat down to watch him. He ate hungrily as if he was truly starving to death. He polished off the three and said he could still eat more. "Let me see what I have here."
I found him some other food and he ate and finally felt full again. He sighed and looked at me. "Can we talk in private?" He asked. "Sure David. Let's go into my study." David stood up and followed me. I walked in and after he came in I shut and locked the door. "Just to make sure Josh and Shawn don't barge in. They are quite good at that. Closed doors don't seem to mean much to them." I showed David a seat and then went and sat in my big chair behind the desk.
I looked at him. "Why don't you tell me what happened David? From the beginning." I say.
He sat back in the chair and seemed to be thinking. "Well you know mom and dad fight all the time. Well, about a week ago they had a particularly bad one. Mom actually threatened to file for a divorce. Dad basically said she could go fly a kite if she wanted to. Anyway I did my level best to stay clear of the two of them but when you live together its not always possible. I was taking care of Tyler and Amy and trying to keep them from acting up." David paused, "a couple days after the fight I was sitting on the couch eating something like everybody in the house does and I accidently spilled something. Well mom saw it happen and she went off the deep end and actually hit me. She then sent me to my room telling me I was a totally rotten little brat."
I looked at him and urged him to continue. "Well I went up to my room and just went in and shut the door. I was waiting for her to either calm down and forget about it or to come in and apologize like she always did." He looked up. "It never happened. I was in my room for about two hours when dad came home. He saw the plate of food that she never bothered to clean up, and didn't give me a chance to, and he went off the deep end. Before I knew what was happening he was in my room and in my face."
He stopped and I waited before saying, "Come on David you have to tell me what happened."
He continued, "well Dad told me I had better get ready for a whippin cuz I was gonna get it if I was ready or not. He stood there and took off his belt while I started slowly taking my shoes off. That really made him mad and he started 'helping' me get undressed. Before I knew it I was naked and laying across my bed and his belt was crashing down on my butt. He must have hit me a hundred times. My butt is still pretty sore and red. I'll show you if you want." He offered.
"Only if you really want to David. I can imagine what it looks like pretty well. I've seen your bottom before after a whippin from your father." I reminded him. He still stood up and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper and pushed them down off his bottom. At this point he came over by me and turned around. "Take my undies down Steve. It hurts too much for me to do it."
I reached up and took his underwear waistband in my hand in one quick move I yanked them down and off his bottom. His bottom looked like too mounds of ground up meat. "He hurt you pretty bad David." I tell him. "Yeah I know Steve. Anyway I didn't leave that day I held in until three days ago when they both screamed at me again for no reason. I waited until mom left for work and dad was in bed. I packed a bag," He pointed to the bag on the floor, "and then just left without leaving a note. I've seen at least four cops since then and nobody tried to stop me so I wonder if they even reported I was missing."
I just help him pull his clothes back up and set him on my lap. "Well we better call the police in case they have. I can tell them to stop looking for you if they are and to not say anything to your parents about where you are. Then we have to make some decisions about where you are going to be and how to make that happen." He hugged me hard and said, "I'd like to be here with you if that is alright."
"Well David I think we could make that happen but it won't be an easy road."
TO BE CONTINUED.......