Show & Tell Part 1

Chapter 217

Show & Tell

Part 1

When we came home Tony and Jenny were waiting for us inside coming back later than expected which meant they didn’t have good news. The moment we pulled up Tony and Jenny came out of the house to help, letting Sparky greet us as if we had been gone all day. We had decided to leave our wheelchairs inside the limo since we only came home to change clothes and have a quick bite before going down to the LDS church house.

Tony shook hands with me, handing Dad a court summons document and one for me as we opened them. Tony had already opened them, which was his job to open anything that looked threatening so he could act upon it, he said. “I got some bad news, your father has requested that all home visits are to be canceled; and has a signed order from the Family court releasing you into the care of the Rothwell’s and closing the adoption.

“Making it so your mother and brother can not see you nor are you allowed on his property, fearing for his and his daughter’s life so he says. That any attempt to make contact with them will result in going to jail. He also wants you to pay him 250,000 dollars for his pain and suffering and another 10 grand for his lost wages and another 250,000 dollars for what you have done to his daughters and your mother. He would also like you to sign over the title of the car to them as well.”

Dad and I both said. “That’s not going to happen.”

Dad said. “So I guess we're going back to court.”

Tony said. “Sounds like it, according to the scuttlebutt, he had filed papers to remove Eric entirely from you weeks ago, but the adoption paper stopped him and his caseworker. Stating that he had no proof of reason why he needed to be placed in another foster home or home for boys until his 18th birthday. They refused to do it on speculation of his past history regarding his father.

“Yet with the adoption order in place, and him refusing to allow him back into the home, the judge finalized it. Stating the home environment counted as being harmful and dangerous to Eric. Plus with notification of his caseworker that he should be considered an adult because of his married status and only being a year away to his 18th birthday they are in the process of removing him from State custody.

“The other charges are under investigation as he has hired a new lawyer. To take you and him for every cent he is believed he and you are to have. For what has happened to his sisters, and his father stating that it is Eric’s and your fault what happened to his father since being placed in your care, That if it wasn’t for you, his sisters would have never been raped, nor would he be fearing for his and his families life.

“Since you are the one responsible insuring Eric can defend himself and has become a danger to him and his family. That Rothwell’s are responsible for teaching him about nudism’s and because of that his sisters were raped repeatedly, because of him. He is stating that his sisters were never given a choice to have sex with all those boys, due to the fact he threatened them in some way either by blackmail or threatened their life.

“In which Eric is more than capable of doing, and has proof that he is capable and a well-trained killer. That the family court judge is willing to hear the case, that even his caseworker states in his file that he is capable and has won many awards stating clearly if angered enough Eric can and will kill him and his family. The fight at the school with those boys was proof enough with the whole lunch room full of witness. How dangerous he is in a fight.

“They won’t stick of course according to his caseworker, it just means we have to provide evidence that we had left out which they are requesting a full hearing on, even the partial evidence on Mr. Paul Carney. So far none of the boys are willing to come forward... and neither are their fathers that have been named to be involved according to his two boys Michael and Robert.

“We only have proof of him raping his boys, and the tape isn’t the best quality that barely identifies Paul which could say it wasn’t him. Yet we have several copies of Paul having sex with sister Becky and his mother being present during it, and alone.

“Plus we have the boys they have been having sex with statements and few of the receipts showing that his mother gave them money if they would have sex with Susan. That could be problematic to his mother, in regards if the judge considers its prostitution, or it was the only way the boys would even consider jumping in bed with her.

“Becky, on the other hand, is a whole different issue, because of how old she is. Being only 14 could really put his mother in a bad spot, knowingly giving her permission to have sex with as many of the boys, and Paul Cranny, after learning she can’t get pregnant.

“Again the previous statement that his father is accusing him and you for bringing in this kind of behavior into his home; is going to be an uphill battle and providing the family court judge with everything. We can minimize what we are doing with Satanic Church under the top-secret clause, but not all of it.

“Considering the fact his mother and his grandmother, as well as his caseworker,  knows, and we know how well his mother is about keeping secrets. So all we can do is prepare for the worst, and hope for the best. Maybe our little ghostly friend will provide us with a little tidbit on getting out of this situation.”

Dad and I looked at each other losing our appetite completely, Dad said. “We knew eventually something was going to happen, son, the moment your father found out that you were being released from the State. That moment that happened, you could be tried as an adult and with the clause stating if your mother harmed you or we did it would close the adoption. But this wasn’t what we had in mind considering we wanted the adoption opened so your mother and your brother can see you whenever they wanted.”

Dad tapped the table with his fingers and smiled at me then looked over Tony. “So the document states Eric can’t talk to his mother or his brother or me. Yet it says nothing about Nate Carrion can or me as Bob Carrion or any of us making contact with his grandmother?”

Tony nodded seeing where Dad was going. I pointed out the phrase “in any way”

Dad said. “It was up for debate considering the letters were addressed to us and not our aliases, but however it didn’t mean we couldn’t call his grandmother and get the real scoop or call her mother's friend Mrs. Cranny.” I could see my self in jail and it wasn’t something I really wanted to find out. I didn’t really care if I ever went home again. I could live with that, it was if could live without seeing my brother.

Dad said we would tackle this after church, considering there wasn’t a really a lot we could do about it when my mother was home with my father, and it would take some time to deal with the issue, without my father getting suspicious. Plus the court date wasn’t until the second week of November, which meant it was wasn’t all that pressing.

We were back on the road once Mom and the girls finished putting on their makeup including Tony considering he and Jenny needed to be seen. Tony looked at his wheelchair like a toy waiting to be tested out. Jared and I looked at ours as poisons snake.  It only made it worst knowing we wouldn’t be using them long since the Holy Queen had healed us, but we still needed them to show that our bodies needed to build strength before we are able to leave them at home.

Either way, it meant another three hours of church and saying goodbye to my Santaquin friends because they were die-hard Catholics, and they wouldn’t be coming with us to church, wanting to be down and out of this canyon long before the roads turned to ice and the storm hit. I hated saying goodbye because I didn’t know when I would see them again, not with a court order hanging over my head.

I really, really hated my father, knowing the real reasons he was doing this; which was for the money he thinks he is going to get and the fact he truly hates me. It had nothing to do with him fearing for his life or my sisters or the fact I had converted to nudism. He wanted a slice of the pie, and he wanted me gone if he couldn’t kill me. Like I said before I was good with the idea of never coming home again. I just wasn’t good with never seeing my brother Aaron again.

Church bored me to tears as people got up and gave a long-winded talk. Eli said to me as he whispered. That satanic church was far more entertaining than our sacrament meetings, and I would have to agree after nodding off twice and being startled awake the moment they started to sing again.

Man, I was never so happy to get the hell out of there, but the sad part was we still had two more hours to go, plus I hadn’t a clue where we going as I followed Chef Philips boys Rick and Martin, who I had been informed by Dad that was LDS. Many LDS people back then had racial concerns about blacks being allowed to participate in LDS factions compared to now.

It wasn’t until 1978 when Spencer W. Kimball declared they had received a revelation instructing them to reverse the racial restriction policy, which allowed “Black People” to hold the priesthood or be ordained in the church. Even today some people resent the idea, but I wasn’t one of them and neither was the Rothwell’s.

We didn’t discriminate, people by the color of their skin or ethnic background. To us they were just people same as you and I. Yet back then people were cruel, and that included some factions of the LDS, it wasn’t uncommon to hear people snarl or say something behind their backs that felt that they didn’t belong here. Like I said I wasn’t one of them, and it wasn’t all the LDS, but a few bad apples. 

Even today people still discriminate them, even though it has been over 200 years. Some of my best friends were black, which was another sore point with my father, even my grandmother didn’t approve, but she was fine with it as long as she didn’t have to shake hands with them or I brought them into her house. Yet the worst for her was the Japanese culture. She hated them with a passion; then again most people did back then because of the Vietnam war. Again I wasn’t one of them and again I had many friends that were Japanese and Mexican, and I was ridiculed for it.

Eli, Greg. Chad and I followed Marin and Rick with Tony right behind me cruising along in our supped-up wheelchairs as well as the rest of my friends like Jake and Adam and as well as Bishop Sakes two boys Hank and West Plus my three best Highland friends Stan, Charlie, and Ron. Tony playing the typical teenager and Jenny had gone with Mom and them following the sheep to the relief society for the girls and the woman above the age of 19.

She and Tony were undercover, so being married to each other had to be kept a secret when out in public; since she had decided to play the part as a teacher. At least that what the idea was a few weeks ago, but it was still unclear if that was still the main idea, considering they were both married in a huge public wedding. I had other things to worry about like noticing which of the boy’s are part of the Satanic Cult here in Heber

Already Eli and I had caught several of them noticing me, the moment we came into the classroom. Eli each gave them a nodded as Rick and Martin introduced them to us they immediately looked at our wrists finding the familiar tattoo that said we belonged to the satanic church and we were hiding behind the LDS cloud as spies. Yet what they didn’t know we were spies for the LDS Church not for the satanic church.

The first boy we were introduced to was Erik Norton which was a common name spelled with a “K” instead of a “C” as I was introduced as Nate Carrion. Erik had light ginger hair and large round bug eyes that where greenish blue or brown depending on how the light caught them; strong face with hard curvatures around the jawline and cheekbones. Thin lips almost hidden under a squarish nose that tapered outward that set off his long bushy eyebrows.

He looked to be about the same height as me and Eli at 5’8. Wearing wire frame silver glasses, he had a British accent. He smiled at me as he introduced his three pals Kirk Henderson, Randy Walters, Mark Nester. All the same age as me and Eli and they all go to the Satanic Church. I introduced Eli, Greg, and Chad as well as the rest of my friends to them and my brother Jared, as the boys made room for me Jared and Tony so our wheelchairs could fit inside the classroom.

I studied Kirk, he wore a Heber football Letterman's jacket, which told me all I needed to know that he was sports jock the very boys I usually stay away from. He played quarterback and it showed as big as he was with large shoulders, big and husky and tall 6’2, 160 lbs of pure muscle that I had no doubt could flatten me like a bug if I ever got in his way. Soft brown hair kept military short which stated his Dad was in the military of some kind and according to Martin he was a navy seal. Brown eyes, hard chiseled nose, and chin. Full lips that cracked a smile dimpled at the ends; having him introduce his friend Randy.

Randy too wore a Letterman's jacket but he wasn’t football but basketball, which showed that he too was a powerhouse underneath his white shirt showing there were muscles underneath and well defined. He was tall compared to his husky friend with long legs and high tower chest and arms. That showed he was a very strong player on his team: Baby blue eyes that were the size of robin eggs and short cropped brown hair with a slight wave in the front hiding his thin eyebrows, soft curvature to his face around his jawline and cheeks. His lips pulled back but full. As he bites them as he eyes me and Eli like a piece of meat. He had no problem getting girls, not with those looks. Even his friend Mark was a babe magnetic.

Mark was more of a geek then athlete the kind you would find buried in a book or member of the chess club, but don’t let that fool you. He too wore a Letterman's jacket like his three pals Erik Randy and Kirk. His stated he was on the swim team and the wrestling team. He was average height more like Eli 5’7 or 5’8. I couldn’t see much behind his jacket like our think coats that were made to keep us warm, not used as a fashion statement.

In any case, he looked good in it. It was his face and hair that said he was more of a geek then his two friends. Dark brown eyes and reddish-brown hair, straight hard nose with a very little curve to it. His jaw cut low and blocked at the end with soft cheekbones and long thin eyebrows and small but well-defined lips that were only full in the middle and thinned out at the ends.

There were 15 of us in total in our classroom; I only made a note to these four because everyone else didn’t pay us much attention for now at least as I introduced myself to everyone and my friends the moment the teacher came into the room. I caught his attention to when he noticed me and my friends seeing the identifying marks on our wrists. He gave me a small nod not to give him or us away from that we were part of the Satanic Church.

Then again anyone from today’s meeting had to have had a good look at me and Eli as well as Jared and our families. He gave me the creeps once he shook my hand, that strong smell of rotting flesh nearly overpowered me. I knew the moment he touched me that he was a major player.

I got the impression he had killed, murdered and raped young children. The scent was stronger than anyone I had previously met before. I caught the look that said he was trouble as the four boys Erik, Randy, Mark, and Kirk stated they were scared. I cursed knowing him and I were about to get acquainted real quickly.

He introduced himself as Mr. Sam Tate, gray silver hair, thinning at the top. Hard brown eyes of a stone cold killer and tall with a slight curve as he hunched over with a long black cane topped with a sliver of a head of a snake with two eyes made out of rubies. His face pulled tight over too much bone. He smiled slightly the moment he laid eyes on me and Eli as he said. “Awe new members, we get so few up here.” His voice had old German muddled with our own sound. I nodded wanting to bathe the moment he shook my hand like a vice as he eyed me as a prize to be had, which I was.