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======== Seven - Wake-up Call
"mmmMMMMMmmm"
God, I hate waking up, even if it is the weekend. I want to go back to the dream! This isn't fair!
Maybe I'll just lay in bed all day. Heh, with mom around that's about as likely as me winning the lottery.
Throwing the comforter back so I can get out of bed I realize I don't have my sleeping shirt on. Glancing around I realize it's not where I normally leave it, either. Guess mom must have put it in the laundry. I may as well get the day started, though I'd prefer just to crawl back under the covers and close my eyes.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed and stepping down on the hardwood floor I take one step and the next thing I know I'm falling face first towards my night stand after slipping on the previously missing shirt. Luckily I got my hands out in front of me and stopped myself before doing a near-perfect face-plant, full force, into my grandmother's favorite reading lamp.
"This is NOT going to be my fucking day," I growl to myself as I gingerly sit back down on the bed.
"Todd Conlon!"
"Sorry Mom!" Guess I said it louder than I thought. She has to have bat hearing or something.
While bending over to pick the shirt up off of the floor I hear my bedroom door open. Guess it's time to get chewed out by mom for dropping the `f-bomb.'
"Toddy?"
As a cold chill runs down my spine I slowly turn my head towards the door. The first thing I see is a pair of bare feet standing in a small puddle of water. As my eyes drift up, a pair of nicely sculpted lower legs comes into view. Further up is a forest green towel wrapped around a set of trim but curved thighs and terminating at a slim waist. As my eyes continue their trek upwards a lightly muscled, yet well-defined abdomen comes into view - perfectly framing a light trail of hair running from the top of the towel to a perfect navel.
"Todd?" I hear - snapping me out of my trance.
Looking up, my eyes lock on to two beautiful green pools framed by a very handsome face that's looking at me with concern.
OK, so I guess I did win the lottery.
"Toddy, is everything ok?" Scott asks, looking even more concerned.
"It is now," I respond - grinning sheepishly.
"I thought I heard something fall in here, and then I heard you curse so I came running," Scott said.
"It was just me pulling a `Scottie'," I said grinning. "I almost fell on my face getting out of bed."
Scott then proceeds to turn around and walk back through the door while saying "Well, I was going to have you wash my back for me, but I wouldn't want you to risk falling on a wet floor and hurting that hard head of yours."
I, immediately, jump up and dash towards the door. I get to my door just as he is walking in the bathroom door. He turns around, sticks out his tongue and shuts the bathroom door behind him. I can hear him laughing his ass off on the other side.
Mom picks this time to walk down the hallway.
"Todd, clean that water up off of the floor! Sometimes you make such a mess," she says while shaking her head as she walks by.
I can still hear Scott laughing in the bathroom as suddenly the bathroom door opens and a towel flies into my face and the door slams shut again.
As I'm drying the floor I hear mom yell up from the bottom of the steps, "Todd, you two boys should come down soon. I called and asked your father to stop over this morning after breakfast. He may be able to help sort this situation out. Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes."
"I'll be down as soon as I get my shower, mom," I respond. Then, as I realize what she said, I add "You what?"
"Todd," my mom begins, "He's your father and he loves you. I know that sometimes he doesn't really act the part, but he does love you. Not to mention that he's an attorney. We need whatever help we can get to get this situation settled as soon as possible."
As a strange feeling of dread washes over me I notice that things are totally silent in the bathroom.
Breakfast is a quiet affair. Each of us seems distracted or lost in our own thoughts. The food, though, is excellent as always. And, me being me, I am not about to let good food go to waste. Looking over at Scott I see that he must have the same thoughts.
Mom finally looks up and sighs, "I'm sorry guys. I should have talked to you about this last night. But you had gone to bed and, the more I thought about it, I realized that we could use some help. If it bothers you that much I'll call and cancel."
"It's ok, Mrs. Kathy," he begins, as mom smacks him on the top of the head. Grinning sheepishly he continues, "I understand that there will probably have to be some legal work done. And it makes sense to have Todd's dad help with that, if he will. It's just - well.. I'm broke. I don't have any money to help with this. And I really don't want you to spend a bunch of money to help me."
Scott's statement makes me sit back and think. I hadn't thought of the financial aspect of this. Lawyers and courts are going to cost money. Yeah, if my dad helps it will probably be less money - but still.
Mom glances up at me and then turns to Scottie, "Hun, you let me worry about that, ok? We aren't broke. You have, pretty much, been a member of our family for the past year. If you hadn't noticed, I'd been preparing meals that I know that you and Todd both like - for months.
"You've helped keep my baby boy much happier - and less moody - for quite a while now, prior to your leaving, that is. I'm not even sure that Todd had noticed it. But, we mothers notice these things. Anyone that keeps my eldest happier is worth it in my book."
Eldest? What the fuck?! Just as I'm turning to mom to ask what kinds of drugs she's on she turns, winks at me, and then turns back to Scott.
"Scott, did I not welcome you to the family last night? I meant what I said. YOU are one of my boys. And we mothers are very protective of our brood!"
Looking over at Scottie I notice that he's starting to tear up. Reaching over the table I grab his hand. Just as I'm about to get up and wrap my arms around him we hear a car door slam out front.
As Scott is pulling his hand back from mine, in walks Mark Theodore Conlon, Esq. - my father.
No knock, nothing - just walks right in. Yup, that's my dad.
"So Kathy, what is so important that you wanted me here before my noon tee-off with the Judge?" dad asks in a rather self-important voice.
No small talk, no nothing - just gets down to business. I can definitely tell that he's not happy to be here.
It's funny, though. Why can't he just say he was playing golf with my grandfather? It's as though he always feels that he has to impress people with who he knows, or is related to. We're all family here - well mostly! And he's met Scott on several occasions.
Mom just sighs and looks up at him, stating in a rather strained voice "Mark, you'll be out of here in plenty of time to play golf with Teddy. We just have a bit of a situation with Scott, and since he's a very good friend of your son's I thought maybe you could give some guidance or help out - as I stated briefly on the phone last night."
Dad appraisingly glances at Scott - and then me, takes his jacket off, smooths his already impeccable clothes, and then sits down at the table - facing Scottie. Looking up at Scott, he begins "Young man, before we start, I just want you to be aware that for me to be able to provide any assistance in this I am going to need to know all of the facts regarding the situation. I know that some of it may seem rather personal, but, if I am to represent your interests properly, I'm going to need to know all of the facts I can. So, why don't you start by telling me what happened to put you in your current situation."
Glancing at Scottie I can see that he's gotten a few shades paler. Scott looks over at me with a questioning look on his face. Not really knowing what to do, I put a slight smile on my face and nod at him lightly.
Scottie then turns to mom, who reaches over and pats his shoulder and says "Go ahead, hun."
Scott spends the next 25 minutes explaining the situation to my dad. Dad occasionally stops him to get some clarification or to ask questions of his own. I `m familiar with most of the story since I had just heard a lot of it last night.
I can tell that this is really stressing Scottie out; but there's not really a lot I can do. And if I'm not really careful I could inadvertently out myself to my dad. I'm not sure I can do that right now.
After a few minutes my dad stands up and says "Let's take a break for a while." Looking over at mom he asks "Can I talk to you in the living room for a few minutes?"
With a questioning look towards my dad, my mom stands up from the table and they both head into the living room. As soon as they're out of the kitchen I reach over and grab Scott's hand.
"You did fine, Scott. I know it was tough but dad needed to hear it all if he's going to be able to help you. I'm sure he'll let us know what he thinks when he and mom are done talking," I tell Scott.
Just as Scott is about to reply, the phone rings. I get up from the table and walk over to the counter to answer it. Picking up the cordless I say "Hello, Conlon Residence."
"Hey, kiddo! How you doing?" I hear in a gruff voice that can only be my grandfather.
"Pretty good, grandpa. How are things with you?" I respond.
"Not too bad, Todd. Not too bad at all. Todd, I'm in a bit of a rush. Is your father there? He called me earlier, on his cell, and told me he was heading there prior to us playing golf this afternoon. I just tried calling him but then remembered that you have rotten cell coverage out there."
"Yep, he's here Gramps. Give me a few and I'll take the cordless to him," I respond.
"OK, Kiddo."
Looking at Scott, I gesture to let him know that I'm going to take the phone in to dad. Just as I'm about to leave the hallway that connects the living room to the kitchen I hear a conversation that rivets me to the spot.
"Kath, I do NOT want one of `them' living under our roof with our son," I hear my dad say in an angry voice.
"One of THEM'? You don't even have the balls to say what you really mean? A fag? A homo? And what the hell is this about OUR' roof? You only ever show up here when you think you can gain something from it. This hasn't been your home since that short time that you stayed here when you were booted from your apartment just after law school. You have no claim to this house. And I'm really beginning to think that you have no claim to your son - other than the small amount of DNA that you contributed. Todd is definitely a lot brighter and caring than you ever were!," mom fires back.
In a poisonous tone my father responds, "You do realize I'm an attorney? You do know who my father is? It just may be that there is a way for this to be MY house when all is said and done. Some judges may not think that my unfit ex-wife, who lied through our entire divorce, should be taking care of my son."
What the fuck?! Who does he think he is?! Just as I'm about to stomp into the kitchen I hear mom start up again.
"Mark, dear. You may not know this, but your father handled all of the legal paperwork regarding the disposition of this house and the rest of my parent's estate. You can NOT take this house away from me, no matter how you try. I don't own it. This property, and all of its grounds, was left in secret trust, by my parents, to someone they loved dearly as well as someone whom they knew would always love and cherish it. Todd owns this property and much more."
I drop the phone. I was too shook up to care. My grandparents left this to me?
After a short pause my dad tries a different tack, "Kath, how would it look with a . a fag living here? What would people think?"
That's it! I've had enough! Just as I round the corner into the living room I see mom look at me and start to raise her arm to point me back towards the kitchen. But then she looks at my face and drops her arm.
As I hear my dad clear his throat as though to say something, I round on him. "Father, you needn't worry about what people may think about a FAG moving in here. A FAG has lived here for 16 years! And would you like to hear something else interesting? YOU spawned him!" I say in the most vicious voice I think I've ever heard myself use.
"WHAT?! What the hell." he starts to respond.
"Stop! You have NO right to come in here and preach or make demands of anyone. You're only interested in me when it may make you look good to a client, or a lay, that you have an offspring. I know this first hand - I lived with you for a few years. I can see now that my choosing to live with you was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.
"And as to Scott, he WILL stay here if it takes everything I own to make sure that it happens. I love Scott. And I will NOT let you make that love sound like something dirty or unnatural in my presence."
Just as I'm taking a breath to continue, I hear a rustling in the hall behind me. Turning I see Scottie, face white as a sheet and wet with tears, pulling on a jacket and heading towards the door. I rush over and throw my arm around his shoulder and turn him towards me. I reach up and lift his chin so that he's looking at me with those green eyes of his and tell him gently "You aren't going anywhere, Scottie."
Pulling him by the arm behind me, I walk into the living room and up to my father. Looking my father square in the eye. In a very quiet voice I say "Just you try to take Scott away from me.
"Remember those "secrets" that you made me swear never to tell anyone back when I lived with you?" I ask with an evil glint in my eye.
My father stutters a bit, and then I raise my voice and continue, "This is Scott's home. You, on the other hand are NEVER welcome here again. You will get the fuck off of MY property NOW or I will call the sheriff and have you removed. Just think how that report will look in the morning paper."
Dad just backs away from me, grabs his jacket, and quickly leaves the house. Just after he leaves, I turn around, look at mom, then pull Scott into as tight a hug as I can manage.
About that time the adrenaline surge is over and the tears start in earnest. Mom and Scott quickly move me over to the chair before I totally lose it. Just as Scottie kisses me on the forehead I faintly hear someone calling my name.
"Todd! Todd Theodore Conlon! Kathy! Someone pick up this damn phone!
Thanks to Kevin and Jay for providing feedback and a quick glance over. ==============
This is my first attempt at writing a story. Please feel free to contact me at terry@thestorycloset.org with any comments or feedback. A few newer chapters and updates of mine, and other author's stories, can be found at http://terry.thestorycloset.org . Chapter 8 is currently in progress at the above website.
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