Fathers and Sons Part 1

Chapter 82

Fathers and Sons

Part 1

 

It was after lunch when my foster Mom and Kerry left, I wasn’t ashamed of crying as I hugged each of them goodbye, it still hurt knowing they would be back towards the end of the week. Yet they weren’t the only ones leaving mostly they were leaving to go home and get ready for the fathers and sons camp-out. I was safe enough with Shane and I didn’t think my mother would harm me.

Well, I hoped she wouldn’t, but then again if she did she had a lot to lose. It also meant more room for us in the pond and not having to stand in a long line to use the bathroom or the shower, but also meant more chores that needed to be done around the camp. Some of the mothers left to go grocery shopping and attend to things at home, so the camp seemed quite empty in comparison.

When Bishop Earl left with Officer Kenly leaving both their wife’s and family here to enjoy themselves instead of going home. We were given the option to go to the fathers and sons early or stay here. It was almost animism's that we would all stay here, until the other fathers and sons arrived at the other camp, not that it made much of a difference either place we would be skinny dipping, but most of the boys here were just getting comfortable about skinny dipping with family and friends to the point it was becoming to be not as a big deal as it was.

Bishop Earls talk and others besides their own parents made this carefree lifestyle something to cherish. Already some of the boys even their daughters have opened up to their parents on subjects that used to embarrasses them and thought to be taboo. It was like a huge weight being lifted off their shoulders, it seemed that God and Love were entering their hearts. Brothers and sisters that were constantly at each other throats are now kinder to each other.

Parents spending time with their children one on one talking instead of fighting, they are listening and praying together. Yet Susan and Becky weren’t among these groups and I could see my mothers patience wearing thin watching me and Aaron playing with my Rothwell brothers and sisters, wanting and wishing my sisters would stop for one second and see all the beauty around them, instead immoral sex objects.

My mother was at her wits end ordering me and Aaron to take my sisters suitcases and swim them out to the barge watching her chuck them both into the pond as far as she could throw them, hearing my sisters scream foul cuss words not worth repeating, Grandma and her held Susan between them and stripped her bare right in front of everyone; making Susan even madder as my mother and my grandmother tossed each article of clothing accept their shoes into the pond. No one said a word regarding it as Susan stood there in all her evil glory and soon having Becky join her.

Jody cussed and stood to help my sister feels the need to help her become comfortable about the idea by telling her that no one really cares about her nakedness hoping to help heal the bridge the gap between us until Susan picked up a rock and chucked it at her calling her a w***e and our family unspeakable names. Grandma slapped her across the face when she said it.

Jody yelled “You ungrateful little twit,” and grabbed a bucket near a tent we were using for garbage and dumped the contents on the ground and filled it with water and doused her good said. “Your own brothers are neither ashamed nor embarrassed by the fact that I have bathed them more times than I can count. Nor are they embarrassed by seeing me and your mother or my mother in our fully woman developed skin. I highly even doubt they even see us naked anymore as you do, so get over yourself, but if you ever speak that way again I will dunk you in that pond until you realize nobody cares what you look like without your little pretty clothing or swimsuit.”

Susan screamed in tears and ran towards her tent with Becky following right behind her. Grandma said, “Let them go.” To my mother “it’s not going to be easy to break a bad habit that you and my worthless son had caused, Hell it has taken me nearly 12 years to break Eric from that Eskimo suit you put him in. It will mostly take longer for your daughters, but I’ll be damned if I will swim out there to retrieve their clothing.”

I had learned that for some reason my grandmother was actually afraid of the water, more so after my grandfather died. So getting in the water up to her knees was a challenge for her and most likely the only reason she never wore a bathing suit. In some ways that made this camp-out special seeing her in one even though she stayed mostly on the shore.

Several times other parents would ask my mother to be more lent when came to my sisters only to walkway stating she shouldn’t push them, but Mom would yell back asking them if their daughters were sneaking into boys shower rooms and flipping through porn magazine circling men’s penis as a comparison, to the point Susan would sit and watch her own older brother shower to embarrasses him. Many would let my mother cry on their shoulder hoping to find a solution, but my mother was stubborn.

By the next morning, Susan and Becky’s suitcases were sitting by their tent. Who retrieved them was unknown. Even I had my own surprise as my foster Dad was sitting outside my tent and he didn’t look too happy. How long he been there was unknown to the rest of us, the only other bad thing was so was the three bad boys. I knew better than hide from him when a punishment was about to take place.

When I nudge Shane I found his spot empty even Aaron was gone. It seems I must have slept like the dead to find everyone gone from my tent and I was considered a light sleeper. Dad order Shane to take Arthur and two… mumbling words that were so unclear even for my ears as closes as he was. Too go out and clean up the camp and keep them away and out of sight of the other “boys.” Unlike Shane and me as well as my younger brothers including Aaron they were fully dressed.

Dad was angry and didn’t take a genius to know that I was in for it. Even my mother squeaked when she saw him with a look that could kill her if she even dares intervene. I whispered a quick prayer before slipping out of the sleeping bag and took a seat on the other chair that Dad indicated to me to sit on. The first thing I noticed was Jared and Jason tent as well as Jody’s had been taken down.

If I could have I would have run, but I had learned that lesson well so I took a seat. Doing my best to calm my nerves, Dad growled “I understand from your mother that you are not to blame in this mess, but Shawn and them tell me a completely different story boy. That when we are not looking you participate in their so-called club of evil so foal that makes my skin crawl.”

I knew better than scream back or argue with the monster that was at the edge of being released, but it made me angry that even he didn’t believe me after all we had gone through the last time when I was accused of doing drugs, and robbing a convinces store, as well as being drunk and stoned, and finding all the evidence in my lockers. It took everything I had in me to say calmly. “And you believed them when you know I never go down in that basement without either you or Shane and I can’t stay there more than an hour at a time without freaking out.” I could see the wheels turning as his cold eyes burned upon me.

Dad finally spoke, “They tell me that is just a rouse to keep you from getting in trouble that all long you been doing it when you think nobodies looking.” Dad grabbed me by the arm so quickly I thought he was going to break it. I questioned if this was a time to defend myself even though I had promised I would never do it out of anger unless my life was in danger, but would he actually harm me here with so many people around? Dad let go seeing that people were indeed watching, pushing me hard into my chair nearly tipping me and it over.

I growled angrily knowing I was going to regret it, said. “I can’t even go down my parent’s basement or my friend’s basement without freaking out. And I have witnesses that can say the same and place me elsewhere during anytime those three and their friends say I been with them. Come on Dad, we been through this. Shawn and them can’t be trusted.”

Dad growled angrily for me to watch myself or he was going to take me over his knee right here and turn it blue. I had little doubt that he would regardless who was here and would most likely not stop him from doing it. I doubted Mr. Whitmore could handle Dad and would end up in street brawl and he would lose. I quickly calmed myself taking several deep breaths, watching the monster itching to get out.

Dad yelled at me stating the home-visit was over. Ordering me to strike my tent and be ready to leave in five minutes, loud enough it caused Mr. Whitmore and my grandmother coming to my rescue. Dad didn’t like discussing business when concerned matters in the home, but Dad was too angry to care; telling them as well as my mother that I am a sexual predator that likes boys.

Having them gasp as they hear it out in the open, with so many of my friends and family almost in earshot. I could see the smiles on Susan and Becky’s faces as if it was the best news they have ever heard even if it was a lie. Everyone demanded proof; I cringed wondering what kind of proof he would demand of me. Dad smiled and it wasn’t a pleasant smile as he lowered his voice. Whispering that only proof that he needed was an anal search of my cavity, stating in prison terms to check to see if my cherry had been popped. I heard them gasp, but I knew if I didn’t submit it would prove I was guilty.

Either way, the visit was over and I had done nothing wrong. I pushed myself forward telling Dad if that is what he requires so be it. Mr. Whitmore said he would do it to ensure my integrity, but it would be done at Payson hospital where they could do an x-ray as well and other unpleasant tests.

I had heard that this could be quite painful, but being ousted out as a pervert would be worst than a little pain. So I nodded that it would be fine, Dad still order my tent to be taken down and informing my mother that this visit was over until he can say without a doubt I had not been touched and conclude that I was innocent of the charges, but warned her if I was guilty he would release me to server time in juvenile hall with the rest of the perverts until I was 18 or sent to prison for my crimes after I became an adult..

I had learned from Shane that Dad required the three bad boys the same exam the very next day after been caught in the pool locker room. When one of the fathers thought it was strange that three boys had all entered a locker stall and two pairs of legs were practically sticking out when he peeked through the seems. Seeing Arthur and Danny was on the floor as Shawn was standing between them all naked as a jaybird. He knew something was going on even more so watching Danny reach climax as he was doing the five fingers Lucy and finding Shawn’s penis in Arthur's butt when he knocked on the stall seeing it pop out of his mouth. I still can’t get that image out of my mind.

Shane said they failed the test and were trying to hang it all on me according to Dad they were moaning with pleasure that he vomited several times as Danny and Shawn begged them to do it again. That alone wanted me to vomit, but I wasn’t surprised that they were using me as a scapegoat considering they had tried to do so before. He told me he knew I was innocent, but Dad wouldn’t hear it said if one foster kid was doing it they were all doing it and was forcing Shawn too. It didn’t matter that everyone believed Shawn was the ring leader, Dad and Mom refused to listen. Arthur was too stupid to know better.

Dad ordered me to his car, not even allowing my mother or my grandmother to ride with us. Telling Shane to take the three perverts home and lock them in their room after running 40 laps and if he sees one arousal make them run 40 more until they could barely lift a flagging penis. It was also a warning to me what I would endure if I was found guilty until I was placed in a juvenile hall.

When I looked back in the side mirror I saw a long line of cars following us. Dad was angry and there was no reasoning with him. I sat there listening to all the things that he thought I had done. Didn’t matter anymore if I said anything until I could prove my innocence, so I sat there quietly doing my best to stay calm watching him drive angrily.

When we arrived, Dad marched me right in telling the nurse not asking but demanding a sexual exam a rape kit. When she didn’t move fast enough he growled and banged his fist hard on the counter. When she came back she asked him to wait in the lobby, but Dad said she could go straight to hell before that was going to happen. Proving he had custody of me and he was not going to wait to be lied to any longer.

It seemed like the hallway was long as Dad dragged me every inch of it. He didn’t ask me to take off my shorts he manhandled them off me nearly tearing my boxers with his bare hands. I had long ago lost my boyish shyness when came to nurses, but my anger said I was embarrassed proving to Dad that I was indeed guilty of said crime.

The nurse handed me a gown, but Dad threw it in her face screaming “perverts don’t get gowns.” She squeaked at the manner how rough he was with me, but I quickly said I was more than fine without one and stood there showing her I wasn’t embarrassed about it.

I didn’t understand that she hadn’t noticed my fully tan body which said I was more than used to being so exposed that neither was I ashamed nor embarrassed. I could see her eyes questioning me and Dad if I was in danger and even when I gave her a warm smile that did nothing to alleviate her fears. It wasn’t long after that Doctor Whitmore and another attending Doctor by the name of Clark a local a doctor near the hospital and most important my mother’s home doctor and a nurse knocked on the door having Dad nearly rip the door off its hinges.

I cringed seeing the tools they would use knowing beforehand did nothing to calm my fears, but I knew if I didn’t go through with it, it would prove I was guilty of a crime I didn’t commit.

I was told to get on the table and roll over; having them places several pillows under me so my butt stood upright and strapped me down to prevent me from moving. I screamed the second they spread my insides apart and even more when they placed something that had no business being there. No one held my hand as I cried in so much pain I thought I was giving birth. I couldn’t understand how the three bad boys found pleasure in this instead of all the pain I was feeling. When they were done the pain slowly stopped hearing them tell Dad that nothing had been done to me.

Dad stood there stunned before asking if they are sure thinking I was lying that I was in pain. Both the Doctors nodded that if it was the case that I had been sexually abused, I wouldn’t be experiencing any pain and I wouldn’t be bleeding like I was now. Dad paced the small room as I cried as they slowly placed a laxative to help stop the pain. Telling me I will be sore for several days, writing Dad a prescription to ease the pain and round doughnut pillow to sit on.

I heard Dad grumble under his breath and slowly covered me telling me how sorry he was reaching for my hand, but I didn’t forgive him instead I pushed his hand away, cried “I told you the truth every time you asked me to, but you refused to believe me.” By the time they were through examining me, my caseworker was waiting in the lobby speaking to the resident doctor. I knew the black secret was out of the bag and it was Dad that opened it.

Grandma and my mother threw their arms around me giving Dad hateful glares hearing that I wasn’t sexually abused or the abuser in any way. Which brought more questions considering he called Arthur, Shawn and Danny sexual perverts and wasn’t exactly quiet about it regarding the things they were accusing me of doing.

In some ways, it was his own fault by opening up that big can of warms when my caseworker had underlined and highlighted it pointing to where Dad had requested the same search of each of us. The only thing that wasn’t listed was Shawn or his name had been crossed out because he wasn’t a foster kid or a ward of the state, and the two younger brothers, not even Shane was listed.