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You Promised Me a Tomorrow Chapter 11
I awoke spooned against Randy's body. He had his arm wrapped around my chest and I could feel his erection poking me from behind. I laid there several minutes enjoying the warmness surrounding my body. I tried to open my eyes and suddenly remembered what had happened to me. Everything was blurry. I could make out the light coming from the window, but I couldn't focus on anything else in the room.
I sat up and began to panic. Randy grabbed me and pulled me back down into him.
"Ssshhhh! It's alright, Baby." He said reassuringly while he held me tightly.
"I gotta go." I said, trying to get back up. He held me tighter, refusing to let me get up.
"You can't go anywhere, TJ." He said adamantly. "You've been beaten pretty badly. Your eyes are almost swollen shut. What happened?" I felt a coolness on my face and I realized he'd probably put an ice pack there.
"What do you think happened? Your dad saw how I live." He said sadly. "I really can't stay here any longer." I began to get up off the bed. I pulled Randy's hand off my chest and sat up in bed.
"Do you love him?" I asked sadly.
"Who?" He sounded puzzled at first. "You mean Dean?"
"Yeah." I looked away. I didn't want to hear the answer.
"Listen TJ." He reached out and lifted my head, looking into my face.
"I'm not going to lie to you. Before I met you I've been to bed with a few guys. Dean was one of them. We're best friends. We've know each other since we were kids. We've done a few things before, a buddy helping a buddy out."
He looked at me and waited for a reaction. When I didn't respond, he continued.
"Yes I love Dean, but it's not like I love you. I love him like a brother. What you saw was just us messing around. We do it all the time. It doesn't mean anything. You've got to believe me. You're now the only guy for me. I don`t need anyone else but you." He grabbed my hand and tightly squeezed it.
I knew he was telling me the truth. Then a wave of guilt swept over me. Randy loved me, I loved him, but I had still let Carter suck me. I dropped my head.
"I think I'd better go." I didn't think I was deserving of a guy like Randy. I knew sooner or later I would hurt him. All this time I was afraid I'd be the one who would end up hurt.
"Don't go yet. Please?" He pleaded. "Your clothes are bloody and you need to clean up. At least take a shower."
"Alright." I agreed. "But then I leave." He nodded his head and got out of bed. He stood before me in his boxer briefs and I could make out his hand being extended to me. I reached out and grasped it. He pulled me into a hug. I could feel him planting gentle kisses on my face. He stood back and began to undress me.
"I can do it myself." I said rather harshly.
"I know you can, but I want to help you." He pulled my shirt over my head. Then he knelt down and removed my shoes and socks. He stood and unzipped my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down in one move. I was standing before him naked.
"Not the pretty boy now, am I?" I said sadly.
"You're always be beautiful to me." He approached me and held me tightly. My cock began to harden. I could feel his growing inside his briefs as well. He reached down and began stroking it.
"Not now, please?" I asked. I didn't feel like making love this morning. I was embarrassed by my appearance. I knew what I looked like last night when I looked in the mirror. I knew it had to look worse now as the bruises darkened. I could make out Randy pulling off his underwear.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Taking a shower with you. You need my help." He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. He turned on the water and when the temperature was right he led me over and helped me in. I felt him step behind me. He lathered my hair and began to rub it in. I stood there with the warm water hitting my body and Randy pressed against me rubbing his hands gently in my hair.
"Feel good?" He asked.
"Yeah." I was purring like a kitten. "Really good." I pressed against him and felt his hard cock press against my ass. He let out a small moan. He rinsed my hair and grabbed the soap and began to rub it around on my chest. He put his head on my shoulder and rubbed my body, finally reaching my erect cock.
He took it in his hand and began stroking me. At the same time he was rubbing his dick between my butt cheeks. He didn't try to penetrate me, although I felt him rubbing it against my hole. I pressed back more firmly into him.
He kissed the side of my neck as he continued to rapidly stroke me. I felt myself ready to cum. I leaned back and my cum came shooting out and landed against the shower wall. Randy let out a loud moan and I felt him release a large load onto my back. We stood breathless for several minutes before he began soaping my body again. When he was done, I turned and cleaned his body.
Randy gave me a clean sweat suit from his dresser. We then went downstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence were in the kitchen drinking coffee. Mr. Lawrence's friend Dave was with them. He was the attorney who had arranged my bail.
"Sit down, boys." Mrs. Lawrence said. She walked over to the refrigerator and got out some orange juice and filled two glasses. She brought them over to the table and put them in front of us.
"TJ. We've got to ask you some questions. I know you don't want to talk about what happened, but you have to." Mr. Lawrence said adamantly. "You were violently assaulted and I can't act like it didn't happen. Will you please tell us who did this to you?"
I put my head in my hands and covered my swollen face. I had a big decision to make. Should I be honest and tell the them what happened? Or should I make up a lie they'd never believe? I was so tired of the life I had been living. I knew telling them the truth would mean going away to a foster home. But at that moment I really didn't care.
"Butch. He did this to me." I whispered. I felt Randy's hand on my back, rubbing it gently. Mrs. Lawrence walked over and gave me a hug.
"Thank you, TJ, for being honest." Mr. Lawrence said. I spent the next half hour explaining what had happened to me over the past twenty-four hours. I didn't mention the incident with Carter, however.
But I did tell them about my home conditions. I told them about my alcoholic mother and drug abusing brother. I even told them how I drank to escape my problems. They listened intently only asking occasional questions. Randy held my hand the entire time.
"I guess we have enough information." Dave said. He'd been taking notes the entire time I talked. "I'm going to notify the police and have your brother arrested. They'll have to talk to you, of course." I looked at him and nodded my head.
"Then I'm going to notify children's services." My head fell when he said this. Randy sensed my mood and squeezed my hand harder. "I've already talked to Milton and Evelyn. Unless you have an objection, I'm going to ask that the court grant them temporary custody of you. After that, I'll move that you be given your emancipation. Since you're sixteen, I don't think this will be a problem. We'll have to prove that you can take care of yourself, though."
"I don't know how to thank you." I said sincerely. I was happy that I would never have to go back to my home again. I didn't care if I ever saw my mother or brother again. I was worried that I might be a burden to the Lawrences, but when I looked into their smiling faces, I knew they were happy with this decision.
"Well, it looks like we've gained another son. This calls for a celebration." Mrs. Lawrence said excitedly. She walked over to the cabinet and brought out a bakery box and put it on the table before me. It said HAPPY BIRTHDAY TJ. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"We have two things to celebrate. We have a new son, and he just had a birthday." She walked over and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "And what's cake without ice cream?" She opened the freezer and brought out a half gallon of my favorite ice cream- butter pecan.
"Evelyn. It's only ten in the morning. Isn't it a little early?" My father asked.
"Nonsense. It's never too early to have a party." We spent the next hour eating ice cream and cake. My birthday was yesterday, but I didn't care. It was my first birthday cake and first birthday party. I was with my boyfriend and his parents who loved me.
"Happy Birthday, TJ." Randy shouted, then they burst into a round of singing the birthday song. Tears of joy fell down my cheek. Randy reached over and wiped them away.
This was the happiest day of my life. Taking one look at me you would wonder why I would say that, but it was. I no longer had to go back to the place I used to call home. Now I would be staying with Randy and his family. I loved it here. They made me feel like I belonged. When things were so bad yesterday, I had no idea they would end like this.
Just when I thought I couldn't be any happier, Randy grabbed my hand and led me up to `our' room. He even stopped before we went in and picked me up and carried me over the threshold. We were laughing uncontrollably.
"Sit down on the bed, TJ." He pointed over to the bed and then walked over to the dresser and pulled out a small gift-wrapped box. He walked over and handed it to me.
"I was going to give this to you last night at your birthday party." He said.
"What is it?" I asked while fingering the beautiful wrapping.
"Open it up and find out." He sat beside me and looked anxiously at me.
I carefully unwrapped the gift. I was overcome with emotion when I opened the box and saw what he had bought me. It was a beautiful silver bracelet. On it was engraved one word:
TOMORROW
The next few weeks flew by quickly. I was walking on Cloud Nine. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that the cute guy I met the first day of school would be living in my house and sharing my bed every night.
Dave did what he said he'd do. He went to court and was able to get my parents temporary custody of TJ. TJ couldn't have been happier. He loved my parents and they loved him. Sometimes I'd feel jealous of the attention he was getting, but then I remembered I'd been the sole recipient of their love for seventeen years. I guess it wouldn't hurt me to share it for awhile.
He had also filed with the juvenile court a request for emancipation for TJ. Once it was granted, TJ would be completely free from his mother's authority. He seemed happy about this, but every once in a while I suspected he might miss her. She had been his mother for sixteen years. He can't just forget about her, even if she was a poor mother. She was all he really had.
His brother, Butch, was another matter. TJ hated him. The police came to our home three days after he beat TJ. They had him write a statement of the incident, and then took pictures of his face. He didn't have to go to court because Butch's court appointed attorney plea bargained the case. Butch was sentenced to nine months in the county jail for assault. I guess TJ's past was finally behind him.
In school all my friends kept remarking on how happy I looked. Trisha even told me I had a glow about me. I don't know what that meant. All I knew is that I was happy. TJ seemed happy also. Occasionally he would seem to get nervous and edgy, but I just figured he was still bothered by what had happened to him. Who wouldn't?
He didn't go back to school for about two weeks after the beating. He wanted his face to heal before he returned. He didn't want people asking questions. Friends kept coming up to me asking about rumors they'd been hearing. I could hear other students making comments behind my back. It was hard to ignore being called a fag and listening to students talk about my boyfriend screwing me at night, but I knew I had to. If I responded, it would only make matters worse. My friends knew what was going on. As for the others- fuck `em.
Fortunately, I had a lot of close friends who supported me. Dean was my crutch. I couldn't go anywhere without him by my side. He and TJ were getting along really well also. Dean would come home with me almost every day after school. They would play video games or watch movies together. Sometimes it was like I wasn't even in the room. If I didn't trust Dean with my life, I would have worried that he was trying to move in on my boyfriend. Dean was just being Dean, and I loved him for it.
I convinced TJ to finally go back to school two weeks after the incident. The bruises on his face were hardly noticeable. If you looked closely you could still see a little light bruising. My mother wanted to put some makeup on him to cover up what remained, but he thought it was a ridiculous idea.
His first day back went alright until lunch time. Most students didn't really pay us much attention. Word had spread around school that we were boyfriends. I guess in the time he was gone most students had accepted it. A few stared at us as we walked down the hall side by side. We heard fags' and cock suckers' muttered a few times, but generally most people were polite. As long as we didn't make out in the hallways, I don't think they really cared.
I met TJ at his locker after 4th period. We were going to meet up with the group for lunch. We were almost there when we saw trouble. Dennis Murphy and three other school jocks were blocking the hall. Dennis was Deanna's boyfriend. She was standing behind him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her bitchy face.
"We don't want faggots here at Eisenhower." Dennis said angrily. The four moved and began circling us. Students, sensing a fight, began to close in around us. I was getting nervous. In a fair fight I might have been able to take Dennis, but it was four against the two of us. We were also trapped. Students were blocking any chance we had of escape.
"Look, Dennis. I don't want any trouble." I moved around so that I was in front of TJ. I didn't care if I got my ass kicked. I just didn't want TJ to be hit again in the face. His bruises had just healed and I didn't want him hurt again.
"Kick his ass!" Someone shouted from outside the circle. Someone from behind shoved me into Dennis. He reacted by hitting me in my forehead. I saw stars and felt I was going to pass out. I lifted my arm and was getting ready to return a punch when I saw Dennis go flying backwards. Someone had thrown him into the crowd and he slammed against a locker. You could hear the thud of his body echoing throughout the hallway.
My eyes focused and I saw Wilson's huge back heading over to Dennis. He picked him up off the floor and slammed him against the locker. Dennis looked like a rag doll against Wilson's enormous body. Suddenly Dean moved in beside Wilson and pushed him aside. He grabbed Dennis around he collar and lifted him up off the floor. He then punched his fist into the side of his face. Dennis winced in pain. Dean looked like a mad man with his face red with anger.
"You ever touch my boy again and I'll kill your fucking ass. You hear me. I don't give a fuck if you are dating my sister. Touch him again, mother fucker." I have never seen Dean as angry as he was at that moment. For a minute I thought he was going to carry through with his threat.
"You bitch!" He turned and shouted at Deanna. She cowered against the locker next to Dennis. "I know this was your idea. The same goes for you. You ever do anything like this again and I'll kick your ass so bad, even Mom won't be able to recognize you when I get through." Tears formed in her eyes as she grabbed Dennis's arm. He pulled his arm away and broke through the crowd of students. Deanna followed shouting his name.
Students began to disperse. The excitement was over and more urgent matters needed attended to- lunch. Several people walked by and patted my shoulder. TJ looked stunned. I walked over and pulled him into me. I didn't care if we were in a crowded hallway. Everyone knew we were lovers, so what did it matter anyways?
"You alright?" Dean walked over and examined the quickly forming knot above my left eye. He was still breathing heavily. The adrenaline rush hadn't left his body yet.
"I thought you were going to kill him." I said.
"I thought about it. But that piece of shit isn't worth it. He and Deanna deserve each other." He said angrily.
"Thanks, Wilson." I looked at my big teddy bear and smiled. I really loved this guy. He was there when I needed him, just like he's always been.
"You OK, Randy? TJ?" He looked at us with concern. We both nodded. "Come on. We need to get you to the gym and get an ice pack on that knot on your head. You're going to have some kind of a shiner later." TJ looked at me and I thought he was going to burst out into tears at any minute.
"I'm alright, TJ. Really." I reassured him. "Now you can play nurse." I looked at him and wiggled my eyebrows. I winced when pain shot through my face. I guess it hurt more than I thought. He looked at me with even more concern.
We went to the gym and put ice on my face. I knew I would be the talk of the school with a black eye that had formed. I was curious what Dennis looked like. Dean had really given him a hard punch to the face. I'm sure he'd look even worse than me.
Trisha walked in with a girl friend of hers. They were carrying several trays of food. She had heard what happened and didn't want us missing lunch. We sat on the gym floor and had a picnic. It was fun. It took everyone's mind off of what had happened.
Everyone but TJ, that is. He kept looking at me with a worried look. I began to see that familiar doubt creeping back into his face.
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