Something Different

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I share with readers because I think it’s important for them to realize us Authors are people too. Those who follow me know I may drink a little too much expensive scotch, smoke some weed, and I write.

I am raising my two grandsons, my oldest sons’ boys, and last night something happened. I don’t know if it was too much scotch, maybe I stood up to fast, anyway, I hit the floor; hard. I opened my eyes to Robby shaking me.

“I’m ok. I promise.” I told him not even knowing.

“Grampy; you are not ok.” He replied.

“Look.” And I did a self-check.

“Nothing’s broken, see?” And I showed him. But god I hurt.

“I’m calling an aid car.” He announced.

“NO. I’m fine. Just let me get my barring’s straight.” I said looking sideways across the floor.

“I’m calling a fuckin aid car, Grampy.” And he started to cry

“Jr. Look at me. I’m fine, honest.” I gave him my best face. I love this boy so much.

“Go check on your brother because I don’t want him seeing me like this. And don’t you dare call a fuckin aid car.” And wiped those tears away.” He walked off and I did a good check of myself.

I am 60 years old, 6’ and around 200 pounds on a good day, I don’t even remember standing up or when I hit the ground. But I hurt. Robby came back in and I was on the floor leaning against the wall.

“See? Grampy’s fine.” I told him with as much confidence as I could muster.

Robby just turned fourteen and is thin. His younger brother is taller than his 5’6” and it drives Robby crazy. “Grampy is ready to get up,” I told him.

“Just wait.” And I looked at him.

“What did you do, Robby?” And I gave him my best look.

“I called Uncle D.,” He told me as my youngest son walked in. That was the last thing I wanted.

“What the fuck, Dad?” That’s my boy.

“I fell. OK?”

“Oh, I can see that. Why did you fall?” He questioned with a patronizing look.

“Will you just help me up?” and he reached down.

“Not that arm,” I said when he took hold of my right.

“I can help,” Robby told his Uncle, and he did help.

With a limp, because I landed on my right side, I made it to the chair. “Follow my finger, Dad.” And he moved it back and forth.

“I’m fine.” And he pulled out his keys with a little flash lite and pointed it in my eyes.

“OK, Dad. What happened; spill?” He is my, ‘just the facts’ son. I made an eye at Robby.

“Hey, little dude, give us a minute.” And Robby walked out.

“I don’t know. I must have stood up too fast.” And he shook his head looking at me.

“When was the last time you took your blood pressure?” God, I hate his condescending look.

“I don’t know.” And he started looking around.

“What was it the last time you checked?” He asked.

“It wasn’t low,” I told him. He was really starting to piss me off.

“Fuck, Dad. Have you been taking your pills?” I hate it when he looks at me like that.

“When was the last time you talked to, Mark?” Mark has been my Doctor for the last twenty-plus years, well, my Cardiologist.

“Two weeks ago.”

“And?”

“And, what?”

“Cum on, Dad. This has been going on since T and I were kids. You need to get a handle on it. Your brother just fuckin died; he had the same thing you do; we do.” And he wrapped the cuff around my arm.

“And the same thing Robby does.”

“Jesus Christ, Dad. You’re gonna stroke out.”

“You’re being dramatic; you always have been. I’m fine.” Even as a child he was dramatic. And I saw Robby’s shadow in the hall.

“Look. Mark upped my dose and added another one. It’s just gonna take a while.”

“And in the meantime?” He asked. I hate that about him.

“Dust? It is, what it is.” I told him. I’m ok with it; been down this road before.

“Where’s your phone, Dad?” And he looked around.

“I got it,” Robby said walking in.

Dustin took my phone and scrolled through my contacts. “Hey, Mark. It’s Dustin. I’m good, thanks. I’ll see you next week. My Dad had a blackout or something. No, he’s being his normal stubborn self.” That boy was lucky he was across the room.

“No. He’s alert. You should see how he’s looking at me right now.” God, I hate that smile.

“OK. OK. What? I’m gonna kick his fuckin ass. Thanks, Mark. I will.”

“Well???” I asked.

“Really, Dad?”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said this could be the new pill, don’t take those anymore. And he wants you to increase the others. Really, Dad? When were you going to tell me?”

“Nothing to tell.” And I looked at Robby.

I mean we don’t know our expiration date. It was a big step. I wanted him to see it; share. “Show him,” I said to Robby. This could have been a good thing or gone the other way.

Robby. Shit. He smiled at me. He was going to kick his Uncles ass.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Uncle.” And he rested his hands on my youngest son’s head.

I saw the minute it happened, “It’s ok,” he told him.

Memories. I have sixty years of remembering. Add to that; five or six other lifetimes. He grabbed Robby’s hands, “Enough.”

“No,” I said at the same time as Robby.

“He wants you to see this, Your Dad wants you to see this,” and I watched my grandson with my youngest son.

His eyes shot open and looked at the pictures. That was this life. He started to cry. He now understood. I have done this time and time again. I’m ok with it.

Robby looked at me, “Did you hold anything back?” I asked.

He smiled and nodded, yes. My son is an ox, 6’3” and 250; smarter than fuck. “It all makes sense, now, Dad.” He said looking at me.

“Uncle, Rob? I’m so…fuckin sorry, Dad.” He was sorry for me.

“Ask me questions. I’ll tell you what I can.” This might be my last chance.

“How does Robby know this, Dad? What did you do to him?”

“If I could swing with my right, you’d be on the fuckin floor. Robby? Show him the rest.” I took his hand in mine resting on my head and he did the same too, Dustin’s.

I saw what I wanted to see. Robby holding me as I died. Not this, Robby, but my Robby; over and over again. I felt the ball in my chest, listening to him cry. Rye. Don’t.

I remembered maybe a hundred years ago. I was laying back with my head in his lap, his blue eyes looking at me. If there had only been more time. My son saw me die over and over.

“You are gonna go get all drama queen, aren’t you?” I asked him. I fuckin knew it.

“Really, Dad?” And he looked at me.

“You’re not dumb, Dust. Believe it, or don’t.”

“Mom wasn’t the one. I’m sorry. Dad?”

“What are you sorry for, Dust???”

“Don’t do that, Dad.”

“I loved your mom. I just loved, uncle Rob, first.”

“I saw that, Dad. What the fuck is up with Robby?”

“He can’t help what he is. He’s not a freak.” I don’t think I needed to say that but I was defensive.

“D?” I asked.

“Look, Dad.” And he still had tears.

“Do you want me to call my brother?”

“No. But I need to know where you stand?”

“I’m not cut out for this, Dad. You took them on.” God, I want to smack the fuckin shit out of him.

“Jesus Christ, Dad. You could have done this last year.” He was talking about the surgery.

“You can’t do that. Jr. give us a minute.” And he picked up my phone and walked out.

“Dustin? Pull your head out of your oversized ass.” And he sat next to me.

“Mark wants to do the full meal deal; he wants to crack me open.”

“Jesus Christ, Dad. What are you waiting for?”

“What are you waiting for, Dust?”

“This isn’t about me, Dad.” And again that fuckin look.

“I’m not afraid. Been down this road before.” I’m not afraid. I mean the dying part. It is, what it is.

“I told you a year ago; you shouldn’t have taken them. Now you want to put that on me.” He was really starting to piss me off again.

“Want to take my blood pressure now?” I asked.

“You can’t even imagine what they would do to him. I didn’t take them; well I did; they sold them to me.”

“What are you fuckin talking about?”

“Just go, Dustin. I thought I raised you better.” And he just sat there. I was so fuckin discussed with him.

“What do you want me to do, Dad?”

“I want you to fucking go. I’m going to bed.” And I got up.

“You good, Dad?” He asked looking in on me.

“I’m good.” And he walked out rubbing Robby’s hair.

Dust is an exec at Amazon. He just got totally fucked with; like beyond what his big brain could comprehend. Robby isn’t a freak. Do I wish he didn’t have to see all he does; of Corse I do. He reminds me of my Robby. Think about your grandson knowing all your deepest secrets and having him share them with your youngest son.

I trust him and that’s why I let him show Dustin. My oldest son, the father of the boys I now raise, he doesn’t have a fuckin clue. Robby is a gift in the biggest way. He is slim; doesn’t like that.

His voice is high and he can play. He doesn’t even know how good he is.

I woke up and could hear them. I walked out and there were my two grandsons. “You and I must make a pact, bro.” God.

They both had headphones on. “We must bring salvation back. Where there is love, bro, he’ll be there.” They were sitting at the keyboard.

My grandsons in BVD underwear make me cry. Robby has a high voice that is unmistakable. His brother’s arm was around his waist singing into a shared mic.

“We’ll reach out our hands to him. We’ll have faith in all he does. Just call his name, and he’ll be there.” Robby was telling that to his little brother.

What have I fuckin done?

I walked and watched them. “Let us fill your heart with joy and laughter, Grampy.” Robby saw my reflection.

“I’ll be there to comfort you, boys,” I told myself, and then I smelled bacon.

“Let us fill your heart with joy and laughter, Grampy. Just call out my name, and I’ll be there.”

God, People. You don’t even know.
“If you should ever find someone new, and I pray you, do, he better be good to you, Grampy, cause if he doesn’t, I’ll be there.”

So you just got some really personal shit from me. Like I said at the start; we are people too.

You may have to go back and read the last chapter. Most of this was done before I fell but I added some stuff.

“I won’t go home but I’m still sleeping in your room tonight, CJ.”

“What are you saying? I thought” I asked.

“Cam? You hurt me; doesn’t make any difference if you thought I was Cass. You hurt me.”

“I would never.” And his hand came up.

“Don’t say that, Camron Jones. You did.”

“You really want me to fuck my little sister?” I asked. It seemed too outrageous to comprehend.

“You need to do to her what you did to me. If I hear her scream, I will kick your fuckin ass.” And he got out. My head was reeling.

What a request. If I was to have any kind of future with Nate, I had to put this to bed, so to speak. I walked in breaking up what we will call a, I don’t know. “Get out,” I growled. They ran.

“You make one fuckin sound.” And I shoved my dick in her mouth.

“Cam?” She asked pulling off.

“Turn around.” And I did it for her with my hands being rough.

My cock found her dripping pussy, found her tight little ass hole, and I slammed them both. Why was I hard? I fucked my little sister. I found a beat. ‘I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.’ And I fucked her to the music in my head.

I flipped her, brought her legs to my shoulders, and fucked to the music like it was something I’d done before. I pounded my little sister thinking about, Nathan.

That’s when things changed. I softened with my moves, stopped trying to hurt her. I worked her on my cock, or she worked herself. I moved between both her tight holes and came in the tightest one.

“I have wanted this, for years, Cam.”

I pulled my dirty dick and shoved it in her mouth. I didn’t need her words; this wasn’t for her; I did it for Nathan. How all of this turned to pissing me off, I have no idea. He was in the hall when I opened the door; I nailed him right in the fuckin face and took the stairs three at a time.

He was slamming the hood of the beast; “You don’t have any fuckin clothes on, Cam.” And I backed out.

“What up Cam, Cam?” he answered five minutes later.

“I got pulled over,” I told him.

“And???”

“I don’t have my driver’s license.”

“And???”

“I don’t have any pants.”

“What do you expect me to do?” This was becoming more painful with each passing second.

“Do I need to put pants on, Cam?” He asked. I so… wanted to hit him again.

“Yes, I recommend pants. And mine would be helpful.” I knew it was cuming.

“I tried to tell you.”

“Will you just bring me my fuckin pants and wallet? You are so… going to get it, Nathan.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear, where are you?” He asked.

Nathan’s POV.

I pulled up in his Mustang, with pants and wallet. You don’t even know how much satisfaction I had. Then I saw him. Yes, he hit me in the face, had fucked his sister because I said it was the only way he would ever find me in his bed again. This was my fault.

“We’re not gonna let him drive away,” The officer told me.

“He’s off his meds.” It was the first thing that came to mind, how to explain, and I saw him when I said it.

“Who are you?” He asked.

I thought about telling him my name but what came from my mouth surprised both of us, “I’m his boyfriend.” Again I saw the look on Camron’s face.

“I recommend you get him back on whatever he takes; why’s he naked?”

“We had a fight.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s naked.”

“We were in bed. Do I need to go into details?” I mean, really?

“We won’t impound the car. Take him home.”

“Thank you.” And I gave Cam his pants through the window.

Something was different about him. He sat next to me as I drove his sorry ass home. I opened my mouth several times but didn’t really know what to say. “I’m sorry, CJ.”

I followed him into the house, up the stairs, and to the end of the hall. He slammed the door in my face. I thought about what he did too, Cass. Wondered if it was as bad as; fuck, I have no idea. I walked back down the hall and listened outside her door.

They were all back in there, the girls and a boy. I could hear what sounded like a brutal fuck going on and I could tell it was Cass. She was fucking that boy with a strap-on. I wanted to, should have done something, I did nothing. It was three in the morning and I walked back to Cam’s Dad's room.

I turned the knob and heard the shower; then heard him crying. What have I done? I had given the worst advice to my best friend. I should have seen how fucked up he was the hurt from what that little bitch had done to him. And I wondered yet again, did he see her face when I sucked him off for the first time or when he raped me?

I walked in to him on the floor, a razor blade next to him, and watered down red covering the floor. I searched the room for his phone, “I don’t know the fuckin address. Ping the phone.” I was a complete blubbering mess.

I had all my clothes on and grabbed a towel to wrap around his wrist. “Why Cam? Why?”

“I’m so… fuckin sorry, NRD. I’m so fuckin sorry.” And he ran his fingers across my face.

I could hear the pounding on the door and screamed to Cass’s room to answer it. Cam was out and looked ghostly. The same officers with paramedics came upstairs. “What’s his name?” One asked. “Camron.”

“Camron? Can you hear me?” Nothing.

“We got to get this bleeding stopped.” One said as others came in with a gurney.

They lifted him up dropping his limp body on the stretcher and a guy jumped on top of him and started chest compressions. “Call your dad,” I yelled to the group of her friends and her.

“What did you do to him?” She asked as I slumped in the corner.

“Call your fuckin Dad.” And I got up.

I passed the aid car in his Mustang, beat them by two minutes, the guy was still on top of him when they pulled him out. “He’s lost a lot of blood.” The guy said.

 From your Author:

I want you all to know I am ok. I have cut back on all the shit that makes me feel normal, or helps me forget. I hope all enjoyed where I left off and know I won’t leave you hanging.