Mothers Mayhem Part 1

Chapter 242

Mothers Mayhem

Part 1

I was so angry I could feel my blood boiling; counting how many times my father had done this and gotten away with it. True my mother was also my enemy most of my life growing up, but I never once hurt a woman, well except when they are trying to kill me as she did in that field, thinking all they had to do was silence me and the world would never know anything had happened to me. Being that I was a foster kid and a runaway. Yet my father never seems to learn and is always testing his limits.

I slowly unclenched my fist as I walked into the hospital and found her room. My mother was busy having lunch, watching some boring soap opera. Landan set the flowers with the rest and closed the door and the curtains. Reminding me I only had an hour and a half before they would kick me out. I only hoped that was long enough or that my mother would press the issue.

Mom started to cry as she noticed me, and I ran to her bedside so she could hug me, and cry on my shoulder. She said. “You are so making my day right now. If your father knew you were here he would…”

I shushed her and said. “He won’t unless you tell him Mom, no one but you knows I am here or has been sworn to secrecy. I came the moment grandma told me about it. I would have come sooner, but I was out of town being Nate Carrion; the boy that’s always in trouble.” She wiped her eyes and mine and I climbed onto the bed so she could put her arms around me. She noticed my hair stating she liked this way now that it had grown back since Texas and the color was back to what used to be.

She said. “That’s putting it mildly son, according to too what I have been told by your grandmother. She said you flew to Saint George. My question was why were you flying to Saint George, but she didn’t have an answer for me or she didn’t want to tell me. Now then that I got you here tell me about this mysterious flight and don’t spare the details. I seldom get to hear about your adventures as Nate Carrion. Personally, I hate that name, I prefer Eric T Rothwell the kid that can kick a*s and take names as he moping the floor with them.”

I didn’t agree with her instead. I told here a brief tale about how the Mr. Tate a member of the satanic church tried to kidnap me and hold me for ransom and how I saved my brothers by taking down several of his goon squad and when I boarded the plane the pilot of our private jet, known to us as Pig Face tried to rape us.

Then how I escaped and Mark and I flew the plane to Saint George because the control tower refused to help us. That it was Landan and Stringum that guided us to a safe landing. That it was a little tiny jet, not a jumbo plane that held the lives of 200 or more passengers. I did my best to downplay it, so she wouldn’t get upset.

Yet my mother wasn’t like my grandmother, she didn’t fly off the handle every time my life was in danger, knowing perfectly well I could take care of myself and look good doing it. My father hated the idea that I could… always wanting me to be that defenseless little boy where he could beat up, smack around anytime he liked and get away with it. If it wasn’t for the Rothwell’s and my grandmother support I would have never been allowed to learn how to take care of myself and protect the ones I love.

I gave a tall tale about when we arrived at this said summer cottage Dad and I freed several boys, from Mr. Tate and his partner Mr. Nestor who was taking boys from orphanages and forcing them to be in his porn movies. I lied that Mr. Tate and he were now and in prison.

But told the truth that my adoptive parents had decided to adopt the three boys he had recently purchased, plus Mark and Sal, and now I have five more brothers; counting six with Calvin. Mom ate it up as I went from one adventure to the next. I had to admit it sound cool, but at the time it was anything but.

Then I said. “You should go to that hospital they want you to go. I know you don’t want to, but if I asked you do it for me would you do it? It would only be about 45-minute drives from Heber, and my adoptive parents said I can visit you there at least three times a week.” Knowing it was lie considering I hadn’t talked them about it but if it got her there it would be worth it, and besides who’s to say they wouldn’t let me?

I said sweetening the pot. “Mr. Stringum is trying to see if he can get them to let your dog in, but so far Bishop Clark has taken care of him and Aaron so that brute you call my father won’t hurt them. Going home isn’t the solution this time Mom; you will either be forced to stay with grandma or Bishop Clark until after the hearing.”

She cringed, at the idea, of staying with them, like I knew she would and she knew it. “You are not making it easy for me, I sooner stay here then with your grandmother or Bishop Clark who is such a tightwad. Your father is furious because of how he has taken over our bank accounts and his paycheck only giving him and me a very small allowance like we nothing more than little children. Yet the bills are getting paid, we are well fed and we have clothes on our back and most of all a roof over our heads. No one is calling us day and night wanting to know when they are getting paid.

“He may be hard as nails, but at least we know that everything is taken care of. I can’t wait to see the hospital bill your father is so going to freak out, but it was him that put me here in the first place. I know I told you I would press charges the next time he did this to me. Yet if I did that he would make sure I would lose Susan and Becky as well as your brother Aaron. He would have me declared mentally insane and have me locked up. Aaron would be placed in the system while he takes Susan and Becky to somewhere nobody could find them.

“So I can’t do it when there is so much at stake. Not with the family court hearing in a matter of weeks and him holding all the cards. So my best option is to sign the release papers and allow them to transfer me to that Hospital you so eloquently want me to go to, at least its better than lying in bed all day staring at four walls. Plus how could I resist when you can visit me being only 45 minutes away three times a week. I miss you more then you can possibly know.

“I brag about my son who is on the high school honor roll and can kick a*s in kickboxing and gymnastics and can take down and cream those boys in wrestling. Now I can brag about you flying to Saint George, all on your own, while the pilot was indisposed. Not many boys I know have ever done that.” Landan came into the room telling me it was time to go.

Mom said. “I was sorry to hear about Rhoda, give her my love for me. Landan you better get him out of here before you have to pry him out of my arms.” Mom gave me several big hugs and kisses before she allowed me to leave.

I heard her scream in agony as she through major fit calling my father the biggest coward and worst things that I knew if I said them I could get my mouth washed out with soap. I made a beeline for the elevator before I could allow myself too let tears go as Landan held me in his arms; letting me do it.

Landan gave me mischievous smile as he kept heading south, instead of going north towards Heber. I asked. “Where we were going?”

He said. “Where does it look like we're going?” Pulling off the freeway exit that led to Springville; “I thought you could spend some time with your grandmother, who you haven’t seen since school started, giving me a chance to run a few errands.”

He pulled into the driveway and we walked to the door. Grandma was busting at the seams as the door opened as I flung myself into her arms. She couldn’t stop hugging me.

Landan said. “We were in the neighborhood and I thought what the hell. I needed to run some errands.”

Grandma said. “Well then go. I think we can manage, just fine.”

 

She seemed a little short with Landan which was my fault because I mentioned that his wife Lucy had told me about my Aunt Margaret. It was like she was slamming the door in his face as he said. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours; oh by the….way.” Grandma cutting him off as the door slammed in his face. She looked at the clock seeing it was nearly 2 asking me if I had lunch yet.

I shook my head she growled angrily telling me I looked thin as a rail, but she always tells me that. She said. “So it’s about time you paid me a visit. I haven’t seen you since the wedding. In fact, I seldom even get to talk to you.”

She went to the cupboard and pulled out a couple of cans of tomato soup and opened them; using the old relic that was attached to the wall. She had several hands can openers in the drawer, but she always seems to use this one.

She didn’t have a microwave, nor did she believe in them being old fashion as she got out a pan and warmed up the soup for me on the stove. Don came in the back door and looked at me said. “What’s he doing here? You know his father said he is to have no contact with you, that if he does he will bring the law down on us.”

Grandma said. “Don’t get your britches in a bunch. He’s only here for a couple of hours and then he’ll be going back to Heber. I could care less about what his father has to say about my grandson visiting me, and you can tell him that.

“Personally, I hope you do so he can explain to me in person why he can’t and why he thinks he is responsible for the things he is accusing him of doing. I know how you feel about your brother, that there is no way he would raise a hand to him and his brother Aaron.

“Yet the fact is he is every bit the monster I paint him to be. I have proof of it, and I have seen it first hand and so has your grandfather when he was alive. So leave us be which is what you do best.” Don growled angrily and grandma pointed him out of the kitchen. Grandma said. “Now where were we?“

Grandma pulled out some bread and cheese to make me some grilled cheese sandwiches knowing it was my favorite. Plus carton of ice cream from the freezer and set it on the table to thaw a bit. She said. “Now that I got you all to my little old self, you can explain to me what the hell you were doing in Saint George and why in the hell you were flying a private jet in the first place, and about this film making nonsense.

“Now give it to me straight knowing you can’t lie to me. And you don’t have to be naked for me to know it; even though I have always liked seeing your cute little bottom that is itching to be over my knee right now and spanked.”

I started from the top as Grandma made me lunch she growled angrily several times learning what I was into now. She cursed loudly that my adopted parents needed their heads exams for allowing this to happen. She was fit to be tied and grinded her teeth as she sat there in front of me staring at me like I was on a bed of hot coals of her choosing. Knowing I could never lie to her in person. 

Yet it didn’t pass the mustered when she asked if I had been having sex, letting her classify the meaning. She slapped my face telling me I was being a smart a*s. Knowing exactly what she was talking about.

I simply said. “What difference does it make grandma? Its something I can not discuss being as I am married to Rhoda and Eli, as well as Greg being my second husband. It’s a private matter between couples. You wouldn’t like it if I asked you about your sex life with my grandfather and things you did in bed, or the couch or the kitchen table or the floor. I am choosing the 5th in fear it may incriminate me.”

Grandma growled angrily. “So you are not denying it, but neither are you confirming it. And you right, I have no business about what you do in bed with Rhoda and Eli.  Yet when did you marry Greg if I may ask, or is that also a private matter?”

I said. “It is, but we were married a few weeks ago in the Satanic Church.  It too was a surprise to me as well, considering we were going to do it sometime after Thanksgiving.

“Yet it was my friend Jeff’s idea that we did it now instead of later; having some inside information that people inside the church were making a play to fulfill that role so they could align their houses with me.

“Meaning it would be a power play to get a foothold on me and my adoptive parents. Greg marrying me made it so they couldn’t do it. Which meant any further marriages too me couldn’t take place until Greg has married his first wife and his first child was born. Then once that happened I could marry again either a wife or husband or both.

“It also meant I could have as many lovers Rhoda and I wanted as people come flocking at our door to do so. In which we needed to root out the top players like Mr. Tate and Mr. Nestor. It’s like the game of chess where the players are contently moving their pieces and calculating how to get what they want.

“Having to be two or three steps ahead of them before they can take my queen and call checkmate; which is why Stringum and my adoptive parents, as well as Bishop Earl and others, have aligned themselves with him and gone into the movie-making business; So we can not only take down the satanic church but also one of the biggest child sex rings out there.

“It isn’t anything I haven’t done being as I have converted to nudism. Its all for show mostly and with Mr. Tate in our sites we can not only take him down but all of his sick friends. It’s better for me and my friends to do it then some poor kid they have either purchased off the streets or from orphanages to star in their films as they forcibly rape them over and over again. 

“They can’t hurt me anymore, not after what Gloria West did to me, Grandma. Most of my friends have been severally raped either by Shawn and his friends and Crawford. We are only using what they have done to us to stop others from being raped and murdered as they toss them away with the garbage. With Mr. Tate using us in his films he can’t do much other than use us instead of some else’s kid. Yet once we have what we need to take him down and all his sick friends. Mr. Tate and his friends will be spending the rest of their lives in prison. All the movies and magazines we have made will be taken off the shelves and destroyed, plus the people that have purchased them will find the law on their a*s.

 

“We will sell the movie studio and the only movies that will be made are ones that have nothing to do with Mr. Tate and his sick friends. It’s a win, win situation. It’s not like I am not already living with the fact I am in constant danger, by doing this then I am working to take the satanic church down.

 

“You would be surprised how closely related they are.” There was a knock at the door, as I glanced out the kitchen window seeing our rental. Grandma cursed not wanting me to go, but there was very little she could do about.

She opened the door and said. “I guess I have you to thank for this, it's not that I am not grateful to spend a couple of hours with my grandson, it’s just finding out that you are married to Lucinda, who I despise for the things she has done.

“I would prefer that you keep my grandson away from her, but he is old enough to make his own decision even though I am not happy with most of them lately. So I am charging you Landan to keep him safe considering if anyone can you can.

“You can tell his adoptive parents I will be there when you go to court. Linda may not be willing to press charges against his father; one more voice certainly wouldn’t hurt on a grandmother perspective. I am expecting a call from his father about our little visit today knowing how tight-lipped Don is. I wouldn’t be surprised if the cops showed up on my doorstep looking to arrest my grandson.” He nodded and Grandma quickly covered my face with lots of kisses and hugged the daylights out of me.

She stood on the front porch yelling. Tell your Dad that if one single hair on your head is harmed or a bruise that shouldn’t be there is on your body. I am coming after him and this time I bring everything I can muster to take you away from him. I mean it. This has gone on for too long. I am afraid the next time that phone rings it will be someone telling me they found you lying dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Grandma waved goodbye watching us drive away. I could see Don on the phone from the kitchen window. Grandma cursed and went back inside as we high tailed it out of there.