A Free Day Part 1

Chapter 251

A Free Day

Part 1

My mother smiled. “Yes he did, I am going to hold him to that promise after just finding out he just submitted the hospital papers to end my stay and be moved to mental institution and has taken custody of Susan and Becky and has succeeded by getting the courts to place Aaron into foster care for the rest of his life. In fact, he has been moved there the moment I was told I would be sent to Charter Canyon for severe depression and a whole list of problems.

“He has declared me unfit mother, for having a nervous break down stating I had fallen on purpose down the stairs causing my injuries that hospitalized me in the first place. Knowing full well he was the one that caused them.  Telling everyone I had tried to take my own life when he refused me from seeing you or Jennie Cranny, Then I proved his words the moment he took away my kids, my friends, anyone that I am close too away. He has isolated me hoping I would give in to his demands. I can’t tell you how closes I was to doing that. 

"If you hadn’t come to see me that day or the next day I would have caved in. I can never lose Susan and Becky to him after fighting so long to keep them. You have a family, Aaron lives in another and mostly likely be better off as long as I just leave him alone; like I should have when you were with the Downing’s.

“I would sign anything he wanted me too just so he would leave you both in peace. But you did come, and what’s more, you got me out of that horrible place, and your Dad is making sure I see you, and them; promising me that once I go home to stay after I am better. To the point, I can handle life again. That your father will not get away with it, Aaron will come home and things will be good again. That maybe someday you to will come home once more like it used to be.

“Even your Grandmother hates the idea of Aaron being placed in a home, but she willing to let it happen because it would better for him to have a family to love him and he loves them, then having to live in a family that hates him, and wants him gone. Whereas I the only one that cares about him; me the family of none, but myself where I have no support, no one really cares what happens to me.” Mom put her arm around me said. “Well except one person and that is you son. Yet isn’t enough, I can not hold out just because one person as much as I love him be my support. I need to either fight for what’s mine or let your father win. 

“So far like it or not he is holding all the cards, if it wasn’t for my own stupidly for allowing myself to end it by taking my own life proving that I could have easily done so as he told them at the hospital and the Judge to get me evaluated for extended stay then moved to institution. Your father wouldn’t be holding that card over my head. Even though he was the one that put me in that hospital, and causing me to isolate me from everyone, knowing my weakness that if I had no one to support me at all. Family, friends; nobody he knew. I would choose death over life. It’s not the first time I felt that way. Even at home when you kids were in school and I had nothing but four walls surrounding me in like a prison.

“That trailer was like my own tomb… I came close to burning it all down with me inside it. Now I wish I had and you and Aaron would have been free of me, and your father.  Susan and Becky would have gotten what they wish for the most. Me not in their lives; it was a win, win situation. Then when the housing market dropped and that new home came on the market and most of all it was in our price range. Things changed, I did it to save all of us, where I dreamt I could have room for all of you.

“Yet apparently that too was just a dream because that too your father has taken that away from me. He is putting up the house for sale and taking my two girls with him as I rot in some hospital that he has put me in. I’ll be lucky if I ever see the outside world again once I am returned to the hospital. He will make damn sure next week when you see the Judge for all those trump up charges that when I leave that courtroom, I go directly to the state hospital and do not pass go. I have a thin hope we will win this case, and it is my fault.”

I told my mother that it won’t happen. That everything wills workout even though I had very little doubt it would. I knew what my father was doing. He was using my mother against us all in hopes of gaining the Judge's ear that she should be in a mental hospital and perhaps it would be better than my father take custody of my sisters and Aaron to go to home. But I also knew. If any that happened Aaron would follow my footsteps and bounce around in the system.

I need to talk to Stringum. I need Jeff to help me find out what the hell my father was doing. I called for him in that deep space inside me that was empty and cold. But no matter how much I shouted for him he never answered or came to my side. Again I knew it was because I wasn’t the one in danger, or he felt I didn’t need him. Maybe my father was right, maybe she should give up, and maybe if she did then it would have changed my fate? Probably.

Mom went inside my room as Mrs. Olsen came out carrying all our laundry. She placed fresh sheets on the bed and giving the look that said don’t you dare make me pick up after you. Mom had always wanted her own personal housekeeper, like Mrs. Olson and even better her own personal chef. Who was out today making sure I had everything I needed, plus he and Mr. Earls Chef was in charge of Saturday's big event for Mr. Tate.

It was said the guest count was about 3 to 400 hundred. It was to be light finger snacks and nothing too extravagant for the main guest, but the big money makers his backers were being wined and dined with a five-course meal of the best seafood and steak money can buy and the wine and booze would be flowing. I had no doubt that drugs would be plentiful. Then there would be the auction where they get to pay big wads of cash to spend for one enchanted evening with many of us young boys any way they would like.

Dad suggested that Mark and I not be auctioned off for no less than 10 to 20 million dollars. Mostly for our own reasons which were the more money they spent meant they were people that needed handling. Those are the people that would lead us to their client list. We needed their client list so we can take them all down. I questioned if it was too much to chew. But Mom simply said for me to wiggle my cute little bottom and give them a nice show, and then when we got them drunk enough we will have them in our nets and it will be the last time they ever saw daylight other than inside of a prison wall.

However my mother was unaware of that event, she was already having a cow with the idea that Mr. Tate wanted me as one of his pretty boys for his magazine and films and my adoptive parents were going to let that happen. I tried to tell my mother it was the same as she or parent would take nude pictures of us as babies in the tub or running around the house naked leaving our diaper behind. Somehow my mother didn’t find that a bit funny, or the fact she liked seeing me naked now that I had chosen the life as nudist and enjoyed this thing called free love where we give our consist to have sex with anyone we like including her.

I used to worry about that a lot when it concerned my mother. Part of me still does, but not for the reason you think. It was because I really didn’t think she deserved that kind of love from me, after what she and my father had done to me growing up. Part of me still hated her for it, part me wanted nothing more than strike back and beat her to a bloody pulp. I had to constantly remind my self I am not my father. I was raised better than that. Yet society stigma and physiologist and doctors firmly believed a kid such as me and my brother being beaten by my parents most of our life. Soon or later we will stop being the victim and become the abuser.

That in self was enough to convince me not to marry, or have kids. I wasn’t willing to take that chance that I would hurt someone like that. Yet the truth was I had never had the desire to become like my father. I have never laid hand anyone other than protecting my self when someone about to do harm to me. I never once sought out to hurt someone like my parents had done to me. Yet I couldn’t trust myself not too despite the proof stating I was nothing like my father, I had been raised to higher standards.