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Twist and Turns Chapter 16
The next three weeks were a blur. The battle over my son was still raging. We had exhumed the body that was buried under the oak tree and it was determined not to be my son. That one hit me like a ton of bricks. In a way I was relieved. This met that there was the possibility that my son was indeed alive. Of course Kevin was right beside me helping all the way. He was so great. His therapy was progressing well and our love was growing more and more each day. The N-Sync gang had left the day that JC left. Kevin and I still haven't talked much about what happen to JC and me those many months ago. He is patient and told me that he would wait. My sister and Nick had started a relationship and were as Nick put it "Going steady." Kevin and I joked with Nick about it all the time. Two weeks after the Halloween party the rest of the gang went back on tour leaving Kevin and me alone. Now that I have caught you all up it is time to move on.
I woke up next to my lover and looked at him. He was still asleep softly snoring. He looked so peaceful I decided not to wake him. I slid out from under the blankets and shuffled into the bathroom and got ready for day. After finishing my duty I walked back into the room. 'Still sleeping,' I thought as I looked down at him. I than walked to the french doors and looked out. "Ugh rain," I grumbled and turned around and walked out of the room. As I headed down stairs I ran into Boomer. "Hey Boomer sorry no walk today. It's raining," I explained. He was sitting by the front door with his leash in his mouth. He dropped it on the floor and slunked back to his bed and laid back down with a huge sigh. Entering the Living room I turned on the TV and turned it to the news.
"And in local news this morning we have a report of an escaped convict. Samuel Gibson a man convicted of shooting and seriously wounding Jason Gibson escaped from the prison compound at around three this morning. Local residents are warned that this escapee is armed and dangerous. If you see this man notify the police at once. Do not try and aprehend the escapee," said the news reporter as a picture of my cousin flashed on the screen. I sat down staring at the screen. I thought I was rid of him for ten years. I felt two arms wrap around me and a pair of lips touch my neck.
"Good morning sexy," said a sleepy voice. I looked up smiled and laughed. Kevin's hair was a mess. "So what is on the news this morning?" he asked.
I looked at him and looked down and said, "There has been an escape. It's Sam, he is on the loose." Kevin swore and walked to the phone and dialed a number.
"Yea this is Kevin Richardson at South Fork. Can you send an Officer out here at soon as you can?" he asked. I looked at him confused. "I don't care if your short handed. You have an escape convict on the loose and he was in jail because he shot Jason Gibson. Don't you think that he might try and do the same thing again?" yelled Kevin into the phone. There was a pause and finally Kevin yelled into the phone something about the quality of law enforcement in Front Royal and slammed down the phone. I went up to him and put my arms around him. "I have to get you somewhere safe," he insited.
"Where will you take me?" I asked looking into those eyes. For the first time I saw real fear in them. My heart went out to him. I led him to the sofa and I sat him down. "I don't want to have hide. I want to stay home," I pleaded.
He shook his head. "No no you can't stay here. If he is any where near here he is going to come gunning for you. I don't want you any where near here when he does," he insisted dialing another number on his cell phone. "Yea this is Kevin Richardson and I would like to reserve to first class tickets to Bermuda as soon as possible," he requested.
"Bermuda? Why are we going to Bermuda?" I asked shocked. He was carrying this saftey thing alittle far. "I mean don't you think you are going alittle overboard with this?" I asked.
"You're my lover and I want you safe. So be quiet and let me plan our get away," he said as he raced upstairs. I follow him upstairs to see what he is up to. I walk into our room to find him throwing things into a suitcase. "Come on come on we don't have a lot of time," he ordered me. I pitched in to help and we finally got three suitcases packed. We were headed down stairs when the lights went out in the house.
"Niles must have tripped the circuit breaker," I commented. "I should head to circuit box to reset it," I sudgusted but Kevin refused and went back to reset it him self I heard him yell and than there was silence. I raced through the house to the pantry where the circuit breaker box was. I say Kevin laying on the floor with blood coming from his scalp. "Kevin!" I screamed running to him. I rolled him over and sat him up. He moaned and reached up to touch his head. I stopped him and helped to a chair. I went in and closed the pantry door and locked it. By this time Kevin was fully awake. "Did you see who hit you?" I asked. He shook his head.
"Whoever it was he got me from behind," he said holding his head. 'He must have a killer headache,' I thought to myself and got up to look for the first aid box. Upon finding it I returned to him and put a bandage on the cut. After I bandaged him up he stood up and walked around the pantry looking for away out. After looking for almost three hours we gave up. It was about 6:30 in the evening when we peaked out of the pantry there he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking. We quietly closed the door. And sat back down. I was looking at this shelf and it suddenly dawned on me what to do. I sprung up and ran over to it.
"Hey Kevin help me with this shelf," I asked. With his help we moved it aside. "Yes, I knew this old house had to have one," I exclaimed pointing to a small door. Kevin looked confused. "It's a dumb waiter, a small elevator used to transport stuff from one floor to another. Come on we can use it to get the basement and the tunnels to the ice house," I said climbing in the small elevator. Kevin climbed in beside me and we began our descent to the basement. It was crowded any other time I would have enjoyed being this close to him but given the circumstances I was a little clausterphobic. I think he was too. "Man I hope this thing will work," I prayed out loud. He bent down and kissed me on top of the head to reassure me. Suddenly the house was racked with a massive explosion. The small car came crashing to the basement. The door was wrenched opened and we scrambled out.
"What the hell was that!" Kevin yelled. Helping me up.
"It sounded like an explosion," I replied looking up. I could smell smoke and could see dust and brick falling around us. Several other explosions racked the house. "Oh my God he is blowing the place up! Come on Kevin we have got to get out of here!" I yelled grabbing his arm and racing towards the tunnel opening. Once inside I slammed shut the steel door and lit the torch and guided Kevin toward the old Ice house. I didn't think that Sam would know about the old Ice house because it was just a foundation and a trap door. I kept it cleared for security measures. We finally come to a ladder and we climbed up it reached the trap door and pushed it open and climbed out. It had stopped raining and it was dark out. I turned around and sobbed. Kevin looked over his shoulder and sobbed too.
South Fork was in flames. She was going up fast. The fire had ingulfed the first floor and was spreading to the second floor. I could hear someone screaming in the fire. I made no move to try and save the tortured soul for I knew who it was. I felt a body brush up against me I looked down to see Boomer he had laid down beside me. I bent down to pet him to assure him that all would be alright. When I touched him he didn't move. Upon closer inspection I realized that my faithful companion was dead. Boomer had died probably from smoke. I gathered him into a hug and cried into him. Kevin knelt beside me and hugged us both. I vaguely heard the sirens approaching. I did hear a huge crash and looked up in time to see the roof cave in. The walls soon collapsed in as well. I knew it would be a total loss. I also saw headed into the driveway the press vans. We where in the back yard with a clear view of the front driveway. I made no move to approach the vans and Kevin didn't either. We just stood there in eachothers arms watching over two years of memories go up in smoke. I was to exhausted to even cry. I just stood there staring dumbly into the flames. Another explosion racked the doomed mansion as the gas tanks blew up sending a mushroom cloud into the night sky momentary blinding us. We heard dull thuds as if stone were falling to the ground. I knew that the stately columns had lost their support and were toppling to the ground. I too sank to the ground and faded into darkness.
Chapter 17
Mean while in a hotel room Brian Walks out of the bathroom and plops down on the bed and turns on the TV. ABC is on and he gets ready to switch the channel when he sees something that puts him into shock. He turns up the volume on the TV set.
"We interrupt our program to bring the latest news. At 7:00 pm eastern time we got the report that South Fork the Home of well known writer Jason Gibson is currently ablaze. We still have no idea how the blaze started and it is reported that Jason Gibson may be inside the 150 year old Mansion at this time. We will bring you more information as it becomes available," said the reporter. The camera showed the fire in all of it's glory even the explosion of the gas tanks. Brian jumped and ran to the door and yelled to the other rooms.
"Hey guys, come here quick. Jason's house is on fire. It's on the news!" he yelled. The doors flew opened and other three came charging into the room. Brian was in tears and babling, "They said he might still be in the house."
Nick went up to him and put his arm around him. "I'm sure Kevin got out in time Brian," he consoled him. Brian shook his head no.
"The reporter didn't say anything about Kevin. But they did say that it was reported that Jason might still be in the house," he sobbed. "Why didn't they mention Kevin? God he can't be dead. Please God No!" he prayed sobbing into Nicks shoulder.
"Hey the news is back on!" shouted AJ. The camera showed two firefighters bearing a stretcher with a covered body on it. This sent Brian into hysterics. Nick tried to calm him down with little success. His cell phone rang and AJ answered it.
"Hello this is AJ," he said into it.
"AJ Give me to Brian," said Kevin.
"Kevin! Thank God you're alive. We saw the news. Is Jason alright?" asked AJ.
"Yes he is alright but we are keeping it quiet and from the press. We don't know if Sam died in the blaze or not, so were letting world think that Jason is dead for now. Now can I talk to Brian?" he asked. AJ handed the phone to Brian who gratefully took it from AJ.
"Kev? It's me. What happened?" he asked.
"Sam, Jason's cousin escaped from prison this morning and broke into the house attacked me and than blew up the house. Brian the world thinks that Jason is dead. The Authorities want to continue the act until they know what's happened to Sam. They did recover a body but haven't identified it yet. So they are going on the assumption that he is still alive. Jason and I are on a jet inroute to Bermuda," Kevin explained.
"Can I talk to Jason?" asked Brian thankful that his cousin was alive but wishing that he was there with them.
"He is asleep right now. But don't worry Brian. He is alright. He'll call when it is safe. We are getting ready to land. I'll call you tomorrow morning with numbers of where we will be staying," explained Kevin.
"Tell him that we are sorry and we are praying for him," requested Brian. He pushed the end button and leaned back sighed. "They are both alright. Thank God."
On the plane in route to Bermuda I awake and see Kevin sitting at a window seat staring out of it. I get and walk to him and sit down beside and lay my head on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head and than made a face and gagging noices. "You smell and taste like smoke," he complained with a grin.
"Yea well you don't look so hot either," I laugh at him ruffling his hair he swats my hand away.
"How are you holding up?" he asked looking me in the eye. I stood up and walked to the mini bar and picked up a bottle of water and took a drink out of it.
"I'm still in shock, I can't believe it is gone. All of my belongings and my wife's stuff and my sons things all gone. I mean I have nothing to remember them by. I don't even have a picture of them any more," I said tears coming to my eyes. Kevin took my head in his hand and looked me in the eye.
"You may have lost the material things that tie you to them. But you still have your memories of them." He said placing his hand over my heart and putting his finger to my head. "And that is what is important," he consoled me. I nodded taking another drink of water. The taste of the house burning smoke was still in my mouth.
"So what is the plan again?" I asked looking at him.
"Well, the authorities want to maintain the act. They are going to release to the public that you died in the fire. This is just until they know that Sam is either dead or back into custody," Kevin explained.
"So in other words I have to go into hiding and be treated like criminal while that bastard is running free!" I complained loudly. Kevin look shocked.
"Well at least you get to do it in style," he commented trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work I stood up and walked to the bar and poured a Brandy and downed it in one gulp I than pulled out a cigar and lit and took a huge drag off of it. "You really don't need those, you know," he quietly scolded me holding his hand out. I glared at him and handed it to him. He snuffed it out. And sat down beside me.
The more I sat the madder I got finally to the point of explosion so I did.
"I just don't understand why this is all happening to me," I said angry at the world.
"Everyone has trials," consoled Kevin rubbing my shoulder. I shrugged him off frustrated and got up and started pacing the length of the passenger cabin.
"No Kevin, not like this! I mean take a look at the last month. One Fucking tragedy after another. Is this the way it's going to be for the rest of my life!" I yelled.
"Don't get mad at me. It's not my fault!" he yelled back walking up to me. I pulled him into a tight hug.
"I know it's not your fault and I'm not yelling at you Babe, I'm yelling at the situation," I apologised. I reached into my pocket where I always kept my rosary. I suddenly realized with dread that it was probably destroyed in the fire. I burst into tears. "I lost my rosary," I said to the air plopping down on the chair. The light started flashing to let us know that we were ready to land. So Kevin and I buckled ourselves in. Fifteen minutes later we were on the ground. The local authorities met us at the jet. We climbed into the limo and was wisked off to a safe house.
It was a nice house spacious and nicely furnished. The kitchen was stocked with food. We didn't waste any time at all. We showered and changed our clothes and went to bed.
The next morning I was treated to the smells of food being cooked in the kitchen. I climbed out of bed and shuffled into the main part of the house and followed the smell of food. I walked into the kitchen and there was Kevin cooking breakfast. He looked up at me and smiled. "Good morning sleepy head!" he said cheerfully. 'Remind me to smack him. He shouldn't be so cheerful in the morning.' I grumbled back at and made my way to the coffee pot and poured me a cup. I sat back down and Kevin put a steaming plate of food in front of me. There was Ham Eggs and Hasbrowns and toast on it. Also in the middle of it was a Black box.
"What did you do?" I asked shaking he box.
"Open it and find out," he replied sitting down. I cautiously opened the box Kevin laughed, "Come on open it already," he urged. He reminded me of kid on Christmas morning. I laughed and opened the box.
"Oh Kevin its beautiful," I exclaimed and reached in and pulled out a Rosary. It had black polished beads on a 24 karat gold chain with a 24 karat gold Crucifix. I held it in my hand and let the light hit the gold. I than kissed the feet on the crucifix and placed it in the box. I got up and went to Kevin and kissed him and looked into his eyes, "Thank you, I can't tell you what this means to me. How did you know?" I asked confused.
"You said that you lost your rosary in the fire. At first I didn't know what it was until I talked to Howie. I than snuck out of the house and went to a church goods store and bought you one," he explained.
"Well I'll keep this one close to my heart," I said smiling. He smiled to looking very pleased that I like the gift. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything," I apologized.
"You just did. Seeing your face light up was a gift in itself," he said. "Now eat you food is getting cold." We finished breakfast and cleaned up together. I thought we would stay in the house but Kevin had other plans. He wouldn't tell me, told me it was a surprise. So we slipped out of the house and went for a drive. I kept bugging him and he just smiled. Finally we came to a stop. We had arrived at a horse farm near the beach. I loved it Kevin rented two horses for the afternoon and we headed towards the beach. We spent the entire afternoon riding horses on the beach. We decided to take a rest (or should I more accurately say rest the horses) and go for a swim. The water was great. After some horseplay and swimming we lay on the beach. I was dosing off in the warm afternoon sun when I felt a warm pair of lips attack me. He started on the lips which I tried to join in on the fun but he wouldn't let me. His mouth traveld down to my chest and abs. Finally he reached my crotch. With an impatient tug on my trunks with his teeth he freed my cock. He looked up at me and swallowed it in one gulp. I threw back my head and groaned out his name. He began to bob up and down. He eased off of my cock and attcked my balls. Taking one at a time in his mouth and humming on them drove me nuts. I was ready and he knew it. He resumed his assault on my cock. By this time I was in agony, I was thrashing around uncontrolably. He just kept bobbing up and down. I could feel the orgasm building. I wanted it to last. I dug my hands into the sand and clenched every muscle in my body in a last ditch effort to prolong the pleasure. But he wouldn't be denied the reward. He rammed one of his fingers up my ass. "OHHH Fuck," I screamed out as I shot volley after volley of hot cum down his throat. He eagerly swallowed it all without missing a drop.
I laid there drenched in sweat breathing heavily in and out. That was the most incredible orgasm I had ever felt. I closed my eyes momentarily and than felt him lift up my legs. I was expecting a hot cock to be shoved up my ass. Instead I felt the sharp hot point of his tongue. He slowly begin to lick my ass. I looked down in surprise. He just smiled and than ramed his tongue up my ass. That threw me into overload. "Please Give it to me?" I begged. He sat back and stripped off his trunks. God he was hot. His eight inch cock standing proudly. His heavy balls hanging low. He smiled wickedly and pointed at his cock.
"You want this don't you?" he teased.
"Oh Yea, I want it bad. Fuck me hard," I pleaded. He hicked my legs up to his shoulder and put the head of his cock on my opening and rammed it home. OHHH Shit," I screamed as all eight inches of rock hard dick came slamming into me. The initial pain was intense and the pleasure immediatly followed. He started ramming in and out of me. He eyes locked on to me all the time. He never once left my eyes and I never left his. I had never done that before. He kept ramming into me harder and harder. His gaze never leaving mine. It was the most eurotic experience I had ever felt. Finally I could feel his cock swell inside of me. He shot load after load into me. He didn't make one noise his eyes just locked onto mine. His expresion of love and lust sent me over the edge as my cock errupted too. Long streams of cum shot all over my chest and chin. Kevin rolled off of me breathing heavily. I stood up and extended my hand to him. He took it and we walked into the water. I felt that our souls connected in a way that brought us closer. After our swim we made our way back to the house. Once inside my cell phone rang.
"Speak it's your quarter," I spoke into the phone. I listen to the other end and tears came to my eyes. "But that is not possible," I sobbed. Kevin was at my side in a heart beat. "He had the day off. There was no reason for him to be in the house, are you sure it's his body?" After finishing the grim conversation I hung up and turned to Kevin. "They have identified the body. It's Niles. He was killed in the fire," I sobbed.
"Have they found Sam yet?" he asked. I shook my head no. We stood there Holding each other and we heard the sound of round being chambered in a gun. We looked up and saw Sam in the doorway holding the gun at us.
"Well Well, isn't this sweet?" he sneered. "So my cousin finally came out of the closet," he laughed. "Always did know you were a fucking fudge packing cum swallowing faggot."
I pushed Kevin away and behind me. I held up my hand. "Sam you don't have to do this. You can walk away from this now and live a long life right here. We wont tell."
"UH uh faggot, I want to finnish this right now. I want you and your pretty boy friend dead," he raged. Kevin moved around to get at him and Sam moved back and fired his gun. The bullet slamed into me and I fell to the ground. It hit me in the chest. I fought to stay concious. Kevin screamed my name and tackled Sam. They went through the picture window and into the front lawn. I picked up the phone to request the police and ambulance. I followed them outside. I was bleeding badly and was getting weak. I saw them fighting at the edge of the cliff. Thank God for the gaurd rail. I thought. Sam kicked Kevin in the chest throwing him to the ground. Sam than leaped onto Kevin holding a rock over his head getting ready to bash him in the head. I picked a rock and threw it at Sam hitting him in the back. It distracted him enough for Kevin to push him off. I fell to the ground almost blacking out from the pain and loss of blood. I looked up to see Kevin standing on the stone gaurd rail in a fighting stance. Sam leaped at Kevin kicking him in the chest. Kevin fell over the wall grabbing Sam's foot pulling him over too. I screamed Kevin's name just before darkness descended on me.
Well I hate to do it to you guys again but that is all for this chapter. Who will die? Will it be Kevin or Jason? Is Sam finally dead? If you like Please e-mail me at frnceso@yahoo.com
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"Brian, you had better hurry. We don't expect him to live through the night."
"Oh my God, we'll be there as fast as we can," Brian sobbed.