Warning:
This story is fiction - all names were made up. So if there is anyone out there with these names, I don't know them. If you do not like the idea of male relationships, then please do not read any further.
This is my first story, so please let me know how I'm doing. I have been reading the stories on Nifty for about three years, and decided that I wanted to give it a try as a Nifty writer. I would like to know what you think...so drop me an email, and let me know. Please add the story title in the subject of the email.
I want to thank Joe for all the help he has given me throughout this story. Without his help, I would probably still be on chapter 1. I also want to thank Jere for taking the time to edit the story for me.
So, get comfortable, read the story, and I'm hoping that you enjoy it!
A Voice from The Past
Chapter 3
Another 2 weeks have gone by. I'm now staying in a rehab place. The rooms here are comfortable - there is a bed, a couch, and a television. I also have my own bathroom. There are about 50 other patients here, and we can meet in the social hall and visit, listen to music, watch television - bigger screens than what's in the rooms, even play Bingo.
I can still have as many visitors as I want. As always, Jason is the one that I can count on day after day. He will bring me flowers - yellow roses; he says they are my favorite. He is constantly saying and doing things that could eventually help me to remember. Last night, before he left, he gently kissed me on the lips. I had the strangest sensation, and I actually smiled. That is all I have thought about, and this morning I still can't get that kiss off my mind.
"Good morning, Tony." Dr. Samuel Hopkins said.
"Sam! How long have you been standing there?" I questioned.
"Long enough to wonder what has put that smile on your face," he said, sitting beside Tony on his bed.
"Sam, I was just thinking about Jason. You know he is my boyfriend, but nothing will help me remember, regardless of how hard I try. It is tearing his heart out that I can't remember. Last night, before he left, he kissed me, and I can't stop thinking about it," a frustrated Tony said.
"Tony, give this....." Tony interrupted.
"NO!! Will you all stop saying, `give it time?' It has been 4 weeks, and nothing! I can't remember anything! Jason is going nuts, and Heather won't come to visit me because I can't remember," Tony said, with tears in his eyes, again.
"Tony," Sam said, and got no response. "Tony!" Sam said; still nothing.
Sam put his finger under Tony's chin, slowly lifting it so that he was looking into his eyes. Sam slowly leaned in and kissed Tony on the lips. Tony's eyes widened, not believing that Sam kissed him. He started to move back, just as Sam slowly lowered him onto the bed. He was kissing him more deeply now.
"Sam! What are you doing?" Tony said, out of breath.
"Tony, you know what this is! I have noticed the way you look at me. Forget Jason! We know each other. I can make you happy. I can get you out of here, and you won't have to worry about Jason," Sam said, moving in so he could kiss Tony again.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Jason said.
"Jason!" Tony and Sam said at the same time, as Sam jumped up from the bed.
"I want to know what you think you are doing, Sam?"
"I--was just talking with Tony about things," Sam said nervously.
"What I saw was not talking, I think you need to leave; I will speak to your supervisor before I leave," Jason said.
"Come on, Jason; you don't need to do that. It won't happen again," Sam said.
"Let me talk with Tony, and see what he wants to do," Jason said. Sam left the room, closing the door behind him.
Tony just sat there, not knowing what to do. What if Jason stops coming to visit him? `I may not remember him, but I have grown to enjoy having him around.'
"Tony, are you alright?" Jason said, looking worried.
"Jason, I don't know what to say. I didn't do anything! We were talking, and I was very upset because I can't remember anything. Then he just kissed me, and said I wanted it, but I didn't. Really, I didn't do anything," Tony said, starting to cry.
"Alright, Tony; don't you worry about that, Baby; I will take care of everything," Jason said, hugging Tony.
"I'm okay, Jason. I just wish I could get my memory back, and get on with my life," Tony said.
"Tony, I brought some photos for us to look at, and maybe something will spark your memory, Jason said, handing the book to Tony.
Tony started looking at the book. Seeing pictures of Jason and him on their ski trip made his heart jump. They seemed so happy, so in love. The pictures of them hugging and kissing, caused a stirring in his pants. Looking around at Jason, he covered himself with the book.
"Tony," Jason said, taking Tony's hands in his. "Tony, let me be the voice from the past to help you through this," Jason whispered softly.
"OH Jason! I really would like to get to know you more, and hopefully get my memory back," Tony said, kissing Jason softly on his lips.
"I have an idea. You are now entitled to leave for the weekend; how about I take you away? No pressure, just a weekend away, just the two of us; talking things out, and seeing where it goes?" Jason asked.
"I don't know; where will we go?" Tony asked.
"That will be a surprise. Think about it, and let me know when I come by tomorrow," Jason said.
"Okay; thank you, Jason. I really appreciate you sticking with me. I know this is hard on you," Tony said.
"Okay, Tony; I'll go talk with the doctor, and tell you, tomorrow, what he says; we will go from there," Jason said, bending down and kissing Tony.
"Thanks, Jason! I want you to know that I enjoy your visits," Tony said, smiling, as Jason left the room quietly, closing the door.
`I don't know what to do. Jason seems like a good guy, but going away with him... I'm not sure about that, but I will see what he has to say tomorrow, then go from there.' It had now been 3 hours since Jason had left.' I'm lying here on the bed, and I can't get Jason off my mind. That smile makes my heart melt. When he kissed me, it was nice; but when Sam kissed me, there was nothing.' I lay there, my mind wandering in so many directions, trying to remember anything. I was getting very sleepy; maybe a little sleep would clear my mind.
I see these two guys walking on the beach, hand in hand, stopping once in a while, stealing little kisses. This is so beautiful, baby, I hear myself say. I have yet to see the guy's face. Could that be Jason? Then, just as the guy starts to turn to me, I wake up.
"Oh my god! Can I be starting to remember things?"
I lay back down, and start to dose off again. This time the dream was something different; I'm holding a baby. I have to wonder if the baby could be mine.
"So what do you think of your baby sister?" Carol said to Tony.
`Mom, she is beautiful! So you named her Heather, huh?" Tony said.
"Yes, I named her Heather. I think she will be spoiled by her big brothers," Carol said.
Waking up again, I start to wonder if what I'm seeing is real. What I'm seeing has to be from my past.
Sam, knocking on the door, says, "Can I come in Tony?"
"What do you want? It's late," Tony said.
"I want to say I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I was out of line, and shouldn't have kissed you. I just wanted you to know that I like you." Sam said.
"Sam, you need to understand that I have no idea what is going on! I need to get my memory back before anything else," Tony said.
"I understand that, but you are letting Jason put stuff in your head, and it will make you think that he is part of your past," Sam said.
"I may not remember, but he is part of my past, and I want to remember, because I like Jason; so if you will just go now, I would like to get some sleep," Tony said.
"Okay, Tony, I'll go, but I want you to know that I'll be here if you need anything," Sam said, turning to leave the room.
"Sam!" Tony said. Sam stopped to see what Tony wanted. "I think I should get another doctor."
"Why do you want to do that?" Sam asked.
"It's just getting weird, and I think you are too involved to make the right judgments. You are worried about what's best for you, instead of what is best for me. So, tomorrow, I'm going to talk to your supervisor," Tony said.
"Tony, you don't need to do this; I want what's best for you. Please don't have me replaced," Sam said, almost pleading.
"No, I just think it will be best; so just go," Tony said.
Sam walked out, with his head hung low.
With Sam gone, Tony debated on what to do about the weekend. He would really like to go with Jason, spend some time with him, and maybe have something jog his memory, but, at the same time, going away with him would be like going away with a stranger.
Tony, now with time on his hands, was just sitting and looking at the pictures Jason and his Mom had left. Seeing the different pictures of him with Jason, and some with him and Andy, as well as with his Mom and Dad, and the picture of him holding Heather as a baby, brought a smile to his face.
He found a picture of his Dad, and he gazed at it for a long time. Strange and confusing thoughts started going though his mind, and he heard a voice, which he immediately recognized as his Dad's.
`You don't know what you are doing; I will not have a gay son,' William said.
`Dad, listen to me; I know I'm gay; I have known for a while. You have to understand I'm the same person I was yesterday,' Tony said.
`I can't listen to this; I'm leaving,' William said, as he slammed the door on his way out.
"Oh no! My Dad doesn't love me! What am I going to do?" Tony wondered out loud.
TBC