Something Different

        Something Different Chapter 25.

“You didn’t leave?” I said to my son in an apron cooking bacon and sausage patties. I love pig. 

He looked at his phone and told me to hit the gate. I opened the door and walked back in. I sat at the bar as Parker, Cass, and his son, PJ, who just turned thirty, walked in. “Where’s our boys?” they both asked.

 “I hear them,” And she marched down the hall.

“Spill, Parker. And don’t think you’re going anywhere,” I said pointing at my son saying through gritted teeth. 

“He called us last night. Grab your ass, Chancellor, this is an intervention.” It was just like sucking on a fuckin lemon.

“I could kill both of you with this thumb,” And Parker doubled over and my son deadpanned it.

“That’s the best you got???” He asked. 

“What?” I was pissed now. I mean seriously butt hurt. 

“You have always made me laugh, Chance. I’m not alone. Answer the fuckin door.” 

“You see that toe? I could kill you with that fuckin toe,” and I kicked off my slipper. 

“Fine. PJ, get the door.”

And Parker asked if I was trying to kill him with laughter. I saw the amount of food in the kitchen. “Fancy Pants.” Just poke me with a fork and call me fuckin done.

“Wait.” And I turned. “Your skinny little ass is back up, Lytle. See this toe?”

“This skinny ass is because of you and Robby; I weigh less than I did at twelve. I’m too old for this shit. I brought some guys with me and they’re hungry.”

Must have been fifteen hundred pounds walked in behind him. “See this toe, guys? Well, I could kill you with it.” I gave it my best poker face and I was pushed aside as the bulls made their run to the kitchen. One of them even stepped on my killer toe.

Dustin started cracking more eggs and pulled out more bacon. “Is that at one price?”

“See this thumb???” I asked his smart ass.

“I’ve seen it. It Ain’t shit.” 

“He don’t feed my boys, they gonna tear this place apart; right after you.” And Parker started helping.

My grandsons had been to games but never up close to guys this size. I mean they were still in their fuckin underwear. Cass had one under each wing. You can’t make this shit up. What is it with kids these days and walking around in their underwear? 

In my day you didn’t want anyone to see you in your underwear. Nowadays is a different story. 

Little Robby is small; 5’6”, or 7 now, maybe a hundred and ten pounds. But he is just a big muscle. A year of lifting and crunches had paid off for him, the V that was so deep his underwear didn’t touch the skin. “You guys could have put some clothes on,” I told them looking at Cass's smile. 

“You’re fine and you are gonna break hearts, Robby.” She told them.

He was developed, I mean a six-pack, cuts under his pecks, he would work out till he pucked. 

“Who says I’m not doing it right now, Cassidy.” Oh. My boy got balls.

She doesn’t like to be called that and my eyes kind of raised. All eyes were on my grandson in underwear.

“If you want to grow up with both hands honey; not be the one-handed keyboard player, take it out of my back pocket. You are not him,” She said pointing at me.?

“Dude? Do you toss the ball? You could be a quarterback in a few years.” One asked.

His hand came out of her pocket and he grabbed his balls. “No. But I toss these all the time.”

I saw guys choke, milk blowing out through noses “Go put some clothes on boys.”  

Dustin must have been up for hours making the feast he piled on plates. “Fancy Pants. You really need to pull your shit together, Dude.” He was filling his face next to me, but with yogurt.   

“Chance?” Parker said finding the seat next to me. 

“See this thumb?” I asked only getting a couple of slices of bacon and a patty.

“You’ve lost. Just accept it.” Cass said in my ear. 

“You know I love you right, Doll?” I told her with a cheek kiss.

“That’s the only reason he brought me, Dumbass.” She had her way. 

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Parker, his sister, and I, have been together for forty-plus years. Sugar and others just as long. It was comical watching them all. My grandsons had not put clothes on, Cass had an arm around each of them. Robby looked at Parker; he knew.

Parker was the only one other than my Grandson, and Dustin, who knew. Robby shared with him more than half a lifetime ago. Again. “You know? Don’t you?” He said putting a lonely egg on his plate and looking at Parker.

Parker teared up and nodded.

“Chance. You need to get dressed.” That came from Parker. 

“I’m good the way I am; thank you.” I was pretty confident in that.

“Your choice,” And a big guy took each arm.

“Don’t hurt him.” I knew that was Robby. 

“He’s ok, Honey. We just need to get him on the boat.” I knew that was, Cass. On the fuckin boat???

I was in the backseat; three hundred pounds on each side. I couldn’t help but laugh; “I could kill you with this thumb.” It was all I had.

“I saw that movie, and no, you can’t.” The one on my right said.

“See this toe? This is registered as a lethal, fuckin weapon.” I told them to laughs from boys a third my age.

“If you think I’m paying for the fuckin fuel, you got another thing cuming, Parker.” I was sure of that.

“You know, Dad left it to you?” and I shook my head.

“I know you don’t like it; I’ll give you a buck for it.”

“Sold,” I told him. “I’m still not gonna pay for the fuckin gas.” I was insistent. 

                Camron’s POV. 

What had I done? I mean, really? What had I done? I fucked with so… many people tonight. Sometimes you just don’t think. I remembered fucking, Cass. I’d never done that with a girl, I mean, I shouldn’t have done it with her. I had a vague memory of getting pulled over with not a stitch of clothes on. ‘Note to self’.

I remembered hitting Nate, fucking my little sister, then what I thought. It seemed that I’d calmed, even when I found the razor before getting under the hot water. I remembered the first time sucking Nathan, the first time I. I remember someone saying, ‘We have a pulse.’

“I’m so…. Fuckin sorry.” I said opening my eyes.

“I am so… gonna kick your fuckin ass, Camron Jones.” I think I smiled when he said that.

I mean, when asked, it is hard to say you slipped and slashed your wrist. It’s not like I really wanted to die, didn’t want to leave it all behind. But people screaming your name, being in love with my best friend, and what I did to Cass, I still didn’t want to die.

I don’t know what I was thinking? Nate was right; I did need to talk to someone. And that someone walked through the door. “Mr. Jones. My name is Kathy, and I’m a counselor here at the hospital.”

“I don’t need a counselor,” I said with as much confidence that I could muster.

“What set you off?” She asked.

“I have NO idea, what you’re talking about.”

“You tried to kill yourself, almost succeeded.”

“NO. I’d never do that.” And I thought.

“Care to explain?”

“NO. I want Nathan to take me home.” I sounded like a pissy Patty.

“He’s talking to my counterpart. Now care to explain?”

“I want to go home,” I told her then realized I was in restraints. “Please, just let Nathan take me home.” And I started to cry.

“I know who you are, CJ. It must have been hard, talk to me.” And she took my hand.

“I want Nate to take me home,” I told her trying to pull my hand back.

“You are not going anywhere, Mr. Jones, until we talk.”

“Then I guess we’re not going anywhere.” And I closed my eyes.

“Boy?” And I started to cry.

“It’s ok, Camron,” my Grampy said to me.

I cried. I cried so… fuckin hard. “I need Nathan.”

“I know, Cam. Why Camron?” He asked.

“I want to go home. Where is Nathan?”

“You tried to fuckin kill yourself, Boy. He thinks it’s his fault for whatever reason. They're looking for him.”

Again I realized I was tied down. “I want to fuckin die!”

I mean, I didn’t expect, god it fuckin stung when he slapped me across the face. I had never seen the man who I thought was the strongest person I knew, cry. “We found him.” That was Cass.

“I want these fuckin things off,” I screamed.

“He’s bleeding again.” I didn’t recognize that voice.

I woke up with my right arm restrained and my left taped to my chest. I was in my head having a conversation with myself, “What have you done, dumbass? You tried to fuckin kill us, asshole.” The reflection said looking at me.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“You are fuckin stupid. I am you.”

“Why did I do this???” I needed an answer.

“You tell me. Did you enjoy it???”

“What?”

“Did you enjoy taking out your rage on our little sister?”

“She deserved it.” This guy was starting to piss me off.

“Did she?” I didn’t understand the question myself, asked me.

“What do you mean? Yes. She deserved it.”

“Did she really? Think back.”

I thought back on all the nights she wound up in my bed. I remembered that night like yesterday. ‘Let me do this for you, Brother; please’.

Think about your little sister, ok, not like we are talking about now. I so wished it had been, Nate. I mean, getting your dick sucked for the first time, it should have been him.

I thought back on that night, and all the ones before and after. It was her way of thanking me so she could sleep. Cass never told me what brought her to my bed, the things in her head that made her scream. 

 What I did to Cass. I fucked her so… bad? Why did I do that? I mean, if you think about it, it was the best fuckin blowjob of my life; till Nate. But I, she took that. I didn’t give Cass anything; she took it. Nathan when he sucked me, it wasn’t in a, thank you, kind of way, it wasn’t what Cass did.  Can’t explain it.

“I want to go home,” I told the guy in the mirror.

“They’re not gonna let us go home till you start acting normal.”

“You think we’re not normal?”

“Well, I am. I have serious doubts about you.”

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I’m not doing personal shit on the other stories I’m posting. “Let’s go,” Parker yelled up.

I looked around and saw Cass, Park, Sugar, and my youngest Grandson. Two linebacker type guys, and maybe a Quarterback. “Where’s Robby?” I asked and The Law and Order’s nose rose up to the sky.

“He breaks it, you buy it. He’s not alone.” Fuckin Parker.

“Look. Just take me back and drop me off; I won’t press charges.” and the best-looking one took Little D to the back deck. 

“Got two choices, Honey,” Cass said sitting on my lap. “We put you out of our misery and throw your sorry ass overboard, or, you suck it up. And I’m not talking about him,” Pointing at her brother.

“You know? I could kill all of you with this thumb,” I told them holding up my right.

“You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth. You Ain’t the only one who watches movies.” That was sugar, and it was hard keeping a straight face.

“I liked you better, fat,” And I wasn’t lying.

“Ryan? You don’t want me dead any more than I want you dead.” He had me there.

“Parker? Where are we fuckin going.” I was getting pissed.

“Just one more person to pick up; we’re probably getting close at the rate we’re moving.” 

“See this thumb???” I asked showing him.

“Remember that jock at Banners’ party?” And he started to laugh. “The one who pushed Robby down because he thought Jr. was putting the moves on his girlfriend?” I smiled for a different reason.

I remembered it differently. Robby took my behind-the-wheel virginity leaving that party. We played hot potato with the keys. I drove and he sucked me off all the way home.

“We went to a lot of Banners’ parties. I don’t recall which one you’re talking about.” 

“You lie like a fuckin dog, Chance. It would have been so…cool if you just used that tired old thumb instead of that Bruce Lee, Shit.” And he grabbed his crotch trying to distract me. It worked.

“Parker? Can I let him dock?” Fuckin Rick. I should have known.

“NO. You can’t let him dock.” I yelled up at him.

“Good to see you too, Chancellor. Saddle up next to the dock, Kid,” He said over his shoulder.

“We’re all gonna die. You know that, right?” That was all I had.

The nose went down then reverse. I felt the side thrusters, then the vibration of the engines went silent. And Rick disappeared. Robby’s fist went into the air as he came down saying, “Yes.”

“Thank you for not killing us, Jr. Really???”

“Grampy, I knew what to do. I don’t even know how.” He was sure of that.

“Parker? What are we doing?” I asked for the last time.

“One last person to pick up.” And I got a glimpse of him.

“I am gonna kill you, Parker;” and I lunged. 

I connected and a seine unfolded. I had knocked him off his barstool, was on top of him pulling back my right fist then realized I only had like half motion. I mean when you’re on top of a guy who is laughing at you; it’s like, fuck. “Don’t use the thumb.” Then I felt lightheaded.

I woke up with my doctor, Mark, looking down on me. “You fuckin juiced me, didn’t you? You bastard.” And I could tell we were moving again.

“I’m with them. We should just throw you overboard; let the fish eat you.” I was waiting for something else but nothing followed.

“You took a fuckin oath or something, Didn’t you?”

“Your pressure is down, for now,” and he pulled the cuff off. “Take these.” And I took what he gave me.

“See this thumb, Mark?”

“I’ve heard about it.” And he smiled in a condescending way. I hate fuckin doctors. RJC.