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Chapter 37 Another week passed. For everyone but Charlie, it went by rather quickly. Charlie ticked down the seconds until he could see his mother again. His temper grew shorter and shorter as the weekend grew closer. By Thursday, he was snapping at everyone for the tiniest annoyances. At one point, even Ry told Charlie off for the way he was behaving. Tensions between Ry and Billy weren’t that great either. Anger whittled down to contempt, which turned into a quiet bitterness. Billy swore he was done trying with Ry, but he still held out some hope that they could remain friends. Ry knew he fucked up, and he wanted to apologize; however, he didn’t feel he could until Billy admitted to what he did that broke them up all those years ago. Rick, for his part, did his best to not set anyone off, especially Charlie. After the week his sons were having, he was looking forward to Will taking them out of town. Rick had called Brenda and arranged to meet her for dinner. She offered to get them theater tickets again, but Rick politely yet firmly declined, not wanting a repeat of last time. “I wish we were playing this weekend,” David said. “I missed so much of the last game.” “Yeah, but I haven’t seen my mom in months,” Charlie said, looking around for Will, who said he was picking Charlie up. “I’ll talk to Ry and see if we can game next weekend.” Joey said to David, “If our dads are okay with it, you and me could do something this weekend.” “We’ll see,” David said, with a bit of uncertainty to his voice. “Your dad wasn’t very nice to my dad the last time they talked.” Joey looked sad and said, “I know. I’m sorry he was a dick. Ever since my brother died, my dad hasn’t liked church people very much.” “It’s okay,” David said, patting Joey’s shoulder, which brought a smile to his friend. “My dad gets crap all the time from people.” “Charlie!” Will called from the parking lot. Charlie saw the older waving to him from a newer looking car. “Coming Uncle Will,” Charlie yelled back. He hugged his friends, and for a brief second thought about kissing Joey, but decided it would’ve only led to bad things for him and Joey at school. “See you guys on Monday.” “Bye,” Charlie’s friends said, as they waved to him. As Charlie got closer, he saw that the silver car looked like it had never been driven. “New car, Uncle Will?” “Good eye,” Will said, as he got behind the wheel and unlocking Charlie’s door. “Finished the paperwork and once-over at the shop today, actually. It should do us well with the trip tomorrow.” “Aren’t we leaving tonight?” Charlie asked. “My plans changed due to some work I have to attend to later, so we’ll be leaving first thing in the morning and coming back to Washington Sunday after the last visiting session with your mother. I hope that’s okay.” “So, we’ll be going to two sessions?” “Four, I think,” Will replied. “I believe there’s a morning and afternoon session on each day, so we’ll be going to both.” “Dad said there was only one,” Charlie said with a mixture of amazement and annoyance. He wasn’t aware that there was more than one session in a day, and now that he was, he resented his father even more. “I can’t attest to your father’s story,” Will said, not at all surprised that Rick would lie about that sort of thing. “However, I checked with the prison this afternoon, because I thought the snow might shut things down, and I’m very certain they said two per day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.” Charlie brooded over yet another betrayal by his father. He couldn’t figure out why his father hated him. He understood needing to spend time with Billy after what happened with Dan, but that ended years ago. And Ry, of course, has had medical issues ever since the accident, so Charlie didn’t begrudge that; however, their dad made no real effort to spend time with him. What’s more, Charlie was actually Rick’s only biological son! Will treated Charlie more like a son that his own father şişli travesti did! Will never treated him any different than Billy or Ry, so why in the fuck was his dad being such a fucking asshole to him?! Charlie felt like crying, but he was tired of crying, especially over someone who clearly didn’t care enough about him to tell the truth. He held the pain back until it turned to bitter resentment. Instead, he turned his focus to seeing his mother, who was the one person whom he knew loved him without question. Will drove to the high school and they waited for Ry to get out. Ry saw that Charlie was in a bad mood, but after the constant moodiness all that week, Ry ignored him and got into the car. Charlie was shocked then annoyed that Ry didn’t ask about his mood. He chalked it up to one less person who gave a damn about him. The trio went to the Barton house first, so the boys could pack their bags for the weekend. Billy had work right after school and said he’d get his bag after his shift. Charlie nearly ran for the front door. Ry just shook his head and limped his way towards the house, while Will stayed in the car to make a call. “…You little pervert!” Ry heard a woman yell from the house. “Fuck off!” Charlie yelled louder from the doorway. “You’re the one who’s naked in my house, Bitch!” Ry rolled his eyes and took a deep breath not wanting to see the sight before him; however, he did stop just long enough to set his phone to video. As he climbed up the single, concrete step towards the door, he saw Charlie’s ruddy face. Ry couldn’t tell if it was red from anger, embarrassment or both. “What’s going on here?” He said, knowing the answer already. “Dad’s whore is naked in the living room!” Charlie snarled. “Watch how you talk to me, you fat, little bastard.” Brenda spat. “Charlie go to your room and get your stuff,” Ry said, calmly. He came fully into the living room and saw that Brenda was indeed naked. She sat on the couch with a throw pillow over her groin and her arms covering her breasts. Charlie ran up the stairs, while flipping off Brenda. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Ry asked Brenda. “That’s none of your fucking business,” Brenda said. “It’s my house, so it’s my business. Unless you want to explain to the police why you broke into my house and flashed my 10-year-old brother your gnarly gooch, after you forced your way into his changing room while he was naked, you’re going to answer my questions respectfully.” “I was waiting for your father,” Brenda said, knowing that she was beaten. “We’re supposed to be going out tonight.” “So you decided to get naked and rub your stanky pussy all over the sofa?” Brenda scrunched her face in anger. “How dare you?!” She said through gritted teeth. “When your father hears how you spoke to me, your crippled ass will really get it.” “My crippled ass, huh? I’m sure you’re going to leave out your snide remarks in your retelling.” Brenda’s voice went from frosty to hurt and innocent, as she mockingly said, “They were so mean to me, Rick. They called me all kinds of names and wouldn’t even let me get dressed, forcing me to stay naked while they pointed and stared.” “Wow,” Ry said, with snarky adulation, “you’re such a good actress, Brenda. How could we possibly defend ourselves against your perfect victim playing. I suppose it’s a good thing that I’ve been recording this entire conversation for my father to hear.” Ry presented the phone. Brenda turned white as a sheet. “You sick, little fuck,” she snarled. “Give me that phone right now!” Ry laughed with derision. “You’re not the boss of me or my siblings, so I don’t have to give you fucking shit. Get dressed and get the fuck out of my house. You have until the cops get here.” Ry turned and walked up the stares as he called the police. At first, Brenda didn’t believe him, but when Ry put the operator on speaker phone, Brenda hastily got dressed and ran from the house. She didn’t even see a very perplexed Will sitting in his car. Will walked into the house, as the boys came laughing down the stairs. “What’s going on? I think I saw Brenda running away.” Ry explained the situation and said he needed to wait to speak to the officer, who was on his way. Within fifteen minutes, two uniformed police officers arrived, and Ry explained the situation to them. The cops weren’t at all impressed with being called to a domestic dispute; however, when Ry told them of Brenda’s behavior in the store and Charlie confirmed it, the officers took it much more seriously. “Are you wanting to press charges?” One of the officers asked. Before the boys could reply, Will said, “No, they would not.” Both boys looked at Will as if horribly betrayed. “Uncle Will,” Charlie said, “what are you doing?” Charlie was quickly losing respect for the one male figure in his life who hadn’t ever hurt him…till now. Will knelt down and looked Charlie in the eyes. “If you beylikdüzü travesti do this, you will create far more problems that you can begin to imagine.” He saw that Charlie didn’t look convinced, so he pressed on. “We all know your dad will say he gave Brenda permission to be in the house, because he won’t want to see Brenda go to prison. He will then be very mad at you and your brother for having Brenda arrested. “Given that Ry’s recording isn’t exactly legal, the District Attorney won’t use it, so it’s your word against hers, and after all of this, there will be no judge or jury that will convict her. In other words, Brenda won’t stay in jail for very long, and she’d probably sue your dad for every penny he has, which will make him even more angry. “I’m not saying she doesn’t deserve to be punished for the way she’s treated you and your brother, but this isn’t the best way to deal with it. I need you to trust me, Charlie. I don’t want you to have to suffer anymore than you already have.” Charlie was furious. Will turned on him and that hurt more than his father’s lack of love. Charlie shoved passed the man, got into the car and slammed the door shut. He didn’t hear anything that was said. It was another ten minutes before Will and Ry got into the car. Charlie looked out of his window with great determination. He heard Ry say his name, but Charlie did everything in his power to ignore his brother. The two people, aside from his mother, that he relied on the most had wounded him deeply. The rest of the night was a mess of tension and silence. Billy came to Will’s around nine that night. The first thing he did was give Charlie a hug. He whispered to Charlie that he heard and wished Will hadn’t interfered. Their dad was ballistic with Charlie and Ry, which is why it took Billy so long to get his things. Charlie asked if he could sleep with Billy instead of Ry, and Billy said of course. To everyone else, Billy said, “Apparently, the police paid Brenda a visit anyway and they threatened her. According to Dad, the cops went to his work and explained what happened and wanted to know if Dad wanted to press charges. Of course, we all know Dad said he didn’t. I guess the police told Dad that if they got one more complaint about Brenda being even remotely sexual with or around Charlie, they were going to charge her.” “That’s interesting,” Will said. “Dad said the cops went to the department store where Brenda was kicked out and they have footage of that day. With the footage from the store, the witness statements from the clerk and manager, along with Ry’s recording, it might be enough to send her to prison.” “Told you,” Charlie growled at Will. Unbothered by Charlie’s tone, Will said, “It’s still a weak case, but it might be enough to scare her.” “Or make her worse,” Ry added. “Every time we catch her being shady, she doubles down on Dad.” “Then maybe it’s time to just stop,” Will said. “Clearly, the more you guys interfere, the more you push them together. Since your current plan isn’t working, maybe you should see what happens when they’re left to their own devices.” “So just give up?!” Charlie said. “More like a tactical retreat,” Will said. “Think about it. Nothing any of us has done or said has worked. Obviously, we’re at a loss for what to do next, so how about we take a step back, survey the scene and see if they destroy their own relationship.” None of the boys looked convinced but they let it go, mostly because they couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t land themselves in jail. Billy talked about his day at work, as they ate dinner. Ry tried cheering Charlie up by discussing the visit the next day, but Charlie ignored him. When bedtime came around, Ry waited for Charlie but his brother never came. He walked across the hall and went to knock, but was stopped by Billy, who was coming out of the bedroom. “Don’t,” Billy said. His tone wasn’t harsh but it wasn’t exactly friendly either. “Charlie doesn’t want to talk to you right now, so you need to give him space.” Ry nodded and walked back to his room. Billy walked into his room and saw Charlie already in the bed. “You’re gonna have to talk to him eventually, you know,” Billy said, as he got into bed. Charlie curled himself up against his big brother and started to cry. Billy held his brother and rubbed the boy’s back like their mother used to. In a soft voice, Billy whispered, “It’s been a long, tough week, and we’ve all been looking forward to seeing Mom. I know how much you love seeing her, so how about we just focus on that, okay?” “‘kay,” Charlie sobbed. It physically hurt for him to hold all those feelings inside. It only confused him more when thinking about how much anger his brothers had for each other. He was only angry for a few hours, and it made his tummy hurt. As much as he was mad at everyone, he couldn’t imagine holding his feelings inside like that for years. Billy waited for istanbul travesti Charlie to fall asleep, before sneaking out of his room and across the hall. He knocked on the door and waited for Ry to answer. He let himself into the room and saw his brother sitting up, reading a book. “Can we talk?” Billy asked as he sat on Charlie’s side of the bed. “Okay,” Ry said, putting down his book. He looked at Billy and asked, “What’s on your mind?” “First, I’m sorry. I don’t want to rehash everything, but I’m sorry I hurt you. It wasn’t my intention. I wish I could take it all back, but from how we’ve been acting, I’m not sure how much of a difference it would make. I think something would’ve pulled us apart.” Ry nodded and said, “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to say what I did last week. I shouldn’t have even thought it, let alone said it. I wanted to tell you then that I was sorry, but I couldn’t get past myself to do it. Can you forgive me?” Billy reached over and for the first time since their break up, he took Ry’s hand in his. It felt warm, familiar and was shaking just as much as his was. “If you can forgive me, too.” That primal part of Ry’s brain, the part that wanted to hurt Billy as much as he hurt, roared. It wanted to lash out again, to open the wounds that refused to heal, and to make Billy suffer as Ry had suffered; however, Ry did his best to push the rage down. He squeezed Billy’s hand and said, “I forgive you.” The fury inside screamed and cried out, telling Ry he was weak and pathetic. It warned that Billy would hurt him again if Ry didn’t hurt Billy first. Again, Ry suppressed his internal conflict. “I forgive you, too,” Billy said, a single tear falling from his eyes. He gave a weak smile and continued. “Second,” he said, clearing his throat, “Charlie has been through Hell, and I think it’s finally catching up with him.” “I wish he had stayed in therapy,” Ry said. “I know it helped me a lot.” “Well, you can’t blame the therapist. Once Charlie threw the stapler, he was pretty done.” “Dad should’ve put him in baseball after that,” Ry chuckled. “I still can’t believe he hit the therapist’s forehead and landed the stapler in the garbage can.” Billy laughed and laced his fingers with Ry’s. “Remember what he did to the second therapist? With the coffee? I’m surprised Dad wasn’t sued. Thank God my other father is a lawyer.” Both boys laughed, squeezing the other’s hand. Billy got serious and said, “I suppose it isn’t actually funny. They really could’ve gotten hurt.” “You’re right,” Ry said. “Anyway, I think it might be a good idea to talk to Dad about it.” “I’ll talk to him about it. You’re on his shit list at the moment.” Billy chuckled, “Wish I had been there, though.” Without removing his hand from Billy’s, Ry reached over, grabbed his phone, and with the dexterity of a teenager, he opened his phone and started the video for Billy, who moved closer to his brother. Billy was furious at first, hearing the way Brenda was talking, but when the Ry in the video mentioned the recording, Billy laughed hard. Ry said, “Too bad I didn’t get any video of her directly. She was nasty.” Billy laid his head on Ry’s shoulder and said, “Yeah, I’m not interested in seeing any of that train wreck. I don’t get what you people find appealing about pussy. It’s just gross.” Ry leaned his head against Billy’s and said. “Maybe you should try it sometime?” “Not a chance,” Billy chuckled. “My body won’t go anywhere near something that bleeds like that. I’ll leave that all to you, Big Bro.” “I don’t mind sharing,” Ry said. “Hell, Amanda is convinced that all you need is the right woman.” Billy laughed and said, “You can tell her that she’s not man enough to be my girl.” Both boys laughed. Ry’s mouth went dry. He turned his head. He could smell Billy’s shampoo; he missed that smell. Ry leaned down and went to kiss the top of his ex’s head. “I gotta get back to my room before Charlie wakes up,” Billy said, as he sat up, narrowly missing Ry’s face. Billy still held Ry’s hand and asked, “How about I get Charlie and bring him back in here?” “Okay,” Ry said, trying to sound innocent. “Alright,” Billy said, giving Ry’s hand one more squeeze before pulling his own away. Ry watched as Billy walked out of the room and crossed the hall. He heard the door open and within a few minutes, Billy came back carrying a still sleeping Charlie. Billy kicked the door shut and set Charlie down in the middle of the bed. Ry pulled the blankets back to cover their snoring brother. “He really doesn’t wake up, does he?” Ry said in amazement. “You could have sex right next to him, and he’d never wake up,” Billy said. He hoped he sounded sarcastic, though he knew it to be true from experience. Ry laughed, telling Billy that his truth was covered. Billy got in on the other side of Charlie and pulled the blankets over them both. Ry turned off his light and moved himself down in the bed, till his head was just above Charlie’s on the pillow. He wrapped his arm around his baby brother, and was happily met by the hand of his younger brother. Although he couldn’t see Billy, he sensed that his ex was smiling as much as he was. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 38***

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