Do Unto Others

Chapter 2

Warnings: Rape

Note: All past happenings are in italics.

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Justin...

"You're a really good artist."

I can see the bright lights far in the distance. I don't feel anything. Everything is muted, slowed down, paused. Where am I? The bright light comes closer and I can feel something heavy on my chest. It is heavy and hot. "Clear," I hear someone shout and the heat flows through me again. Stop it, stop it. That hurts. He can't hear me. I try to open my mouth, to speak. No words come out. All of a sudden I feel air rush into my lungs and my mind starts to panic.

"We've got a pulse, let's move him." I feel my body rise into the air and my heart slows down. I am scared but my heart is slowing down. Thoughts are racing through my mind but I can't focus on anything. "Call ahead; tell the hospital that we're bringing in a critical. Multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen. Let's move."

"I'm going with you." Brian, I can hear Brian. Brian is that you? What's going on? I can't remember, but I can't forget.

"I'd like to see some of your new stuff."

I can't focus on anything. Brian, where are you? Where'd you go? I feel my body jerk, just a little. I make myself open my eyes. I need to see. I feel too vulnerable, too exposed. I hear the sirens, the sounds of the ambulance and police cars, and suddenly my eyes pop open. I see the inside of the ambulance and I start to panic. I can't breathe.

"What happened?"

"Some kid hit him in the head with a baseball bat."

This has all happened before and I can't breathe. I try to sit up. My mind tries to run. "Oh man, he's waking up." I have to get up. I have to get out of here. I'm suffocating... and then there are hands on me. "What's his name?" Justin, my name is Justin. You can ask me; talk to me. I can hear you. Why are you holding me down?

"Justin," Brian says. Brian, Brian is here. I can't see him.

"Justin, Justin, you have to calm down. You're going to further injure yourself," I hear. Adrenaline is pumping through my body. I can't stop it. I move to sit up, to get off the stretcher and burst out of the ambulance.

"I was so scared Brian," I tell him. He looks at me with a scowl on his face.

"Justin, you were unconscious, there is no way that you remember riding in the ambulance," he says as he takes a drink of Beam. I sit next to him and lean on his arm.

"I remember it, and I never want to experience it again, ever."

The hands are holding me down, keeping me flat on the stretcher. I am cold, so cold. I feel myself start to shake and as fast as the brightness came the darkness starts to eat it away.

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Brian...

Justin was here, for five brief minutes he was lucid. They were the best five minutes of my life. He stops struggling and I watch helplessly from the corner of the ambulance as they try to bring him back, wake him up. Bring him back to life. The ambulance gets to the hospital and I swallow down the invisible lump in my throat as they quickly fling the doors open and roll Justin out of the back.

I climb out of the ambulance, remembering back years ago when I had to do the same thing. I walk slowly into the hospital, trailing behind the stretcher as the E.M.T delivers all the information he has about Justin to the attending doctor. They disappear through the double doors and I am hit with the all too real results of that action. I can't go back there.

"Why are we signing these papers?" I ask.

"We are signing them because after all this time I finally got you to admit to at least a semi-relationship. I'm milking it for all its worth."

"Yeah right, you just want to be able to pull my plug and take all my money," I joke. Justin smiles up at me and bites down on his tongue, the tip sticking out just enough to excite me.

"Well yeah, that too."

It's not because I'm gay, or a man, or because some asshole has a personal problem with me just because I happen to be breathing. In this space outside the double doors we are all the same. The playing field is level, even and fair. We are all the same. Blind.

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Ronnie Jr. ...

I pull over at the Motel 6 and get out of my car. I walk up the stairs to the second floor and pull the key from my pocket. I open the door and step into the room. I lock the door behind me and walk past the bed, heading straight to the bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and stuff them all into a plastic bag.

I watch as daddy rolls Tex into the heavy plastic bag, trying hard not to cry. Daddy doesn't like it when little boys cry. He says only girls cry. Daddy ties the plastic bag and tosses Tex into the shallow hole. "Fucking dog, he wasn't worth the trouble anyway," daddy says as he finishes his beer, crunches the can and tosses it into the hole with Tex.

"Finish burying the fucking thing. I'm gonna go get a beer." I stand next to mommy as daddy walks past us and into the house. We listen as he walks out the front door and gets into the car. As the car drives away mommy lets out the air in her lungs.

"You go ahead and cry if you want to," Mommy says as she sits my little brother down on the grass and starts to fill the hole with dirt. "Cry all you want."

I tie the bag shut and toss it onto the floor. I turn on the shower and step under the spray, not bothering to add cold water to the equation. I grab the small soap and wash away all evidence of tonight's activities.

"Make sure you wash really good... and you better never tell your mother, do you hear me?" I nod my head. I am shaking and too afraid to speak. Never tell, never tell.

I turn the shower off and dry off, hanging the wet towel up on the bar. I walk out into the room, scratching my pubic hair and softly rubbing my still aching cock. My phone starts to ring and I look around the room before spotting it on the nightstand. I look at the display and smile as I see the name. "Hey," I say.

"Hey honey, when do you think you'll be home from work? I wanted to have your food warm for you." I smile.

"Umm, I should be home in just a few. Are the kids asleep already?" I ask.

"Yeah, they got hungry so I went ahead and fed them. I'll be up waiting, get here soon, okay?" I can hear the lust and desire in her voice and I lick my lips.

"Someone's in a happy mood," I say and listen as she giggles. "Alison?"

"Yes, honey?"

"I love you," I tell her.

"I love you too baby." I hang up the phone and hurry to get dressed. I slide into my clothes and grab all my things, picking up the plastic bag last.

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Brian...

I stare at the phone in my hand. I have no idea who to call or what to do. "Excuse me, sir. Excuse me." I turn toward the voice; it belongs to a nurse not too much older than me. I stare at her but I don't hear any of the words coming out of her mouth. I force myself to focus, to hear her. "Is there anyone that you need us to call?"

"His mother, call his mother," I say, barely above a whisper. I give her the number, learned over time after numerous fights and walkouts.

"Why don't you know my mother's number?" Justin asks me out of the blue.

"Why would I want to know your mother's phone number?"

"Because, she's my mother," Justin reasons. I lick my lips and look up at him. He is watching me, waiting for me to say something.

"Exactly, she's your mother... not mine."

"You're such a fucking asshole," he tells me before walking away.

I sit down in the chair after answering more questions. It's plastic and cold, designed to perpetuate the waiting. I stare at the blood on my jeans, slowly letting the reality of everything seep into my brain, my body, my skin.

Time flies. I don't notice. No one comes out to inform me of the situation and I am starting to think too much. "Brian," I hear. I look up into Jennifer's confused face. I can't stop the tears that have already started their descent down my face, sweeping through the blood and lingering on my lips.

She doesn't say anything. The blood on my clothes and the look in my eyes tells her that no words from her will help. Nothing she can say will make me feel better. I want to call Mikey, I need to, but my fingers won't dial the number. I stare at the blood on my hands as Jennifer sits down next to me.

I look over at her and smile, enough for her to know that I am still in the same place as her; can still hear her. I shift my eyes and watch as the double doors fling open. A doctor, dressed from head to toe in green scrubs walks over to us. He tried his best to look presentable, professional, but I can see the small spot of blood that has taken up residence on his shirt.

It's the only thing I see.

"Hi, are you here for Justin?" He asks. "Justin... Umm, Taylor?" He asks as he looks at the chart in his hand. I barely remember giving the nurse any information. Did I? I don't remember.

"How is he?" I ask. I don't have time for pleasantries and false hopes. I need to know. I need to be able to brace myself. "Is he still alive?"

"Brian," Jennifer says. She wants me to let the doctor talk, let him finish. He's not talking fast enough. I look at her and feel my emotions calm, slightly.

"Mr. Kinney, Mrs. Taylor," he starts. How does he know my name? "Justin has multiple stab wounds and severe damage to the rectum. He also seems to have some slight head trauma and a few broken ribs. His jaw was also displaced, and he is missing three teeth." He pauses and lets us breathe. I don't want an intermission. I need to hear everything at once. I need to swallow it all down at the same time.

I look over at Jennifer and she is shaking as she searches through her purse for a tissue. Dr. Salas reaches over and hands her the tissue box on the small table next to him. "Are you okay Mrs. Taylor? Do you want to step out while I tell Mr. Kinney the rest?"

"No, no, just please, continue."

"Okay," he says as he looks at her and then at me. "His right lung collapsed during the surgery to repair the stab wounds and make sure that no major organs were damaged. He did encounter some minor damage to the bladder, but only time will tell if that will remain permanent or not. He also stopped breathing three times, so we are monitoring his breathing closely," he says.

"All things considered, he is very lucky." I look at the man in front of me and suppress the overwhelming desire I have to kick his ass. I know that he did not mean for that comment to sting... but it did.

"There was only minimal internal bleeding. He is capable of breathing on his own but I have ordered him on the machine until we are certain that he is out of the woods."

"When can we see him?" I ask. I have to see him. I have to.

"He is still in surgery. They are closing him up and making sure that everything is in order. After that, he'll be moved to a room."

"I want it to be private," I tell him, my voice quiet and steady, monotone. He opens his mouth. "I don't care what it costs and I don't care who you have to move. I want him in a private room." He nods his head and writes something down in the charts.

"I'll be back out when Justin is ready to be moved to another room," he says. He shakes our hands and walks off down the hall and back through the double doors. I let out a breath of air, content to just breathe.

"You have to change your clothes," Jennifer says out of nowhere. I look down at my clothes, at the blood. Jennifer won't look at me, she won't touch me. I didn't notice that before. "You can't let Justin see you like that."

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Ronnie Jr. ...

"What's wrong Ron?" Alison asks me. I look up at her and run my hands over her breast and down her stomach as she sits on top of me, my dick fully impaled inside of her. Her blond hair falls over her shoulder as she looks down at me. "You look like you're somewhere else."

"I'm fine," I say as I grip her hips, signaling her to move. She starts to ride me and I let the world fall away. My thoughts go back to the blond from earlier and I bite my bottom lip as I thrust into her.

I sit in the shadows of the hallway and watch as my babysitter climbs onto my fathers lap, naked. My mom is out running errands. My dad is supposed to be at work. "Oh fuck, shit," Wendy yells as she moves up and down. I want to run to my room, but I am too scared to move.

If I move daddy will see me. "You are so fucking... tight, shit." I cover my ears and close my eyes as I try to make myself as small as possible. I don't know how much time passes before I feel someone tapping on my head. I look up and Wendy is smiling at me.

"Go outside and play, ya fucking little perv," Wendy says as she snaps the hooks of her bra closed and walks over to the couch. My daddy is gone.

I feel Alison clamp down on me and I come inside of her, biting my lip hard as I think of the smooth tight ass of the young boy. "Oh my God, that was amazing," she says as she collapses on top of me. I smooth my hand over her back, feeling along her spine. "Oh God, I love you so much."

I kiss the top of her head and run my fingers through her hair until she falls asleep.

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Justin...

Brian? Brian, where are you? He was here before. I feel pain all over and I can't open my mouth. There is something down my throat. I open my eyes and look into the unfamiliar room. A dim light is the only thing that keeps the room from being completely dark. "Mmm," I moan but I can't talk.

I shift my eyes over and see my mother, asleep in the plastic chair. "Mmm," I say again, trying to get her attention. She finally starts to stir and when she opens her eyes I feel as if I have just jumped a giant hurdle.

"What is it sweetie?" She asks. Sweetie, why is she calling me sweetie? I want to ask her where Brian is but my voice won't work. I feel my eyes start to close again. I'm so tired.

"Mmm," I say again. I manage to wiggle my ring finger. The rest of my body won't move. I can feel the tears as they start to fall from my eyes, trailing past my ears and soaking into the pillow.

"Brian?" She asks. I make a noise and blink. "Brian, he was covered in...." Covered in what? Tell me, TELL ME. Blood, Brian was covered in blood; my blood? "He's waiting for Michael to come and pick him up so he can go and clean up." I let my eyes ask the questions my mouth can't. "He'll be back. I didn't want you to see him that way," she tells me.

I let myself fall back into oblivion with the knowledge that Brian will be back.

"If I ever got hurt again would you visit me in the hospital?" I ask. Brian reaches over and grabs a cigarette. He lights it and takes a long drag.

"You come up with the weirdest shit at the weirdest times," Brian says as we lay tangled together, freshly fucked and wanting more. I look up at the ceiling and scratch at a spot on my arm.

"Well... would you?" I ask again. Brian exhales the smoke into the air and looks over at me, pulling me close to him.

"Are you planning on ending up in the hospital anytime soon?" He asks me. I roll my eyes and lick his neck.

"Brian, just answer the question," I say as I straddle his hips and grind my ass into his cock. "If, and I'm just saying, If something happened to me and I was in the hospital would you visit me and stay with me?"

"Do I have to stay even if your mom is there?" He asks me. I lick his chest, trailing my tongue up to his mouth and pressing my lips to his.

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes, you have to stay even if my mother is there," I tell him.

"Why? And you are so killing the mood with all this hospital talk," he says. I smile at him. I know he is lying. I can feel that he's lying. "Why do I have to be there?"

"Because... I can breathe without my mother."

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