Something Different

From your Author:

I hope readers liked the last chapter; family, singing shows, and the road our boys are going down. The sister is a ho. RJC.  

I did a candid video and again was reduced to tears. They showed some of what happened at the club when I told everyone what I’d done. What I divulged on the first shows, and I was the number one guy.

Then there were messages from teens about how what I said helped them, how happy they were when I took off the leather bracelet and stitches were gone.

One thing I was sure of is that I didn’t want to win. I already had a platform where I could help others who were struggling. With the number to call and cast a vote for me, another number for suicide hotlines ran below.

I was looking and feeling better than I ever had, Nate and I resumed what us boys do, and I was happy. “We’re landing, CJ.” And I woke up.

We had shared a suitcase, found the beast where we left it, and drove home. Cass had flown home the night of the show; Nate and I stayed till the next day. He pushed the clicker and hit the brakes; my Dad was standing there.

He didn’t move and put it in park. “What up, Dad?” I asked getting out.

“Don’t you, what up me. What the fuckin hell, Camron? You try and kill yourself and then a week later you’re on TV?”

“Breathe Dad. It’s good to see you too. Where’s my car? And why is there glass all over?”

“Your Sister.”

“So you say, Dad. Where’s my fuckin car? And where is, Cass?”

“She beat up your car. I took an UBER from the airport last night and came out to her fucking up your car with a bat. And she’s upstairs.”

“Nate, call an Aid Car,” And I took the stairs three at a time.

I knew her, the way she thought, and where she wanted to be. I walked in her room and she stood there with a razor in her right hand. “I’ve been waiting for you, Brother.” I didn’t know who she was as her lips came together so tight.

“I appreciate that, Cass. Can I sit on your bed and watch?” As I took another step closer. How sick and twisted this was.

“Don’t try and stop me, Cam. Everyone will love me like they love you.” And she glared at me.

“No Doubt.” I started. “But you will be dead because I won’t call an Aid Car.” And I took another step closer.

“I’ll do it; swear I will.” She said laying the razor on her wrist.

“I have faith in you. I could fuck you first unless you’d like it better after.” And I took another step closer. “I just want a ringside seat, Cass.” And now I was within striking distance.

I clobbered her with a right roundhouse and she almost did a cartwheel. She had nicked her wrist and my Dad along with Nate came through the door.

My Dad had his hands around my throat literally trying to choke the life out of me. Bad move. Nathan body-slammed him to the floor. The cop who pulled me over two weeks ago and the Paramedics came in, it was a site.

Nate was like a caged animal, my Dad had found his trigger, and the cop actually tased Nathan. Everyone moved to Cass, there was little blood but she would need some serious make-up to cover what I’d done to her left cheek and eye.

After about an hour all seemed to calm down. Cass was off to the hospital for a 72, hour observation, and Nate was asking the cop questions about his Taser. My Dad was apologizing.

I stepped up, “You know the guys?” I asked and the cop nodded.

“If just one picture turns up; Just one, I will bring down the wrath of Hollywood lawyers. Not just any lawyers, the ones who defended Michael Jackson and OJ. They will crawl up asses so… far when you open your mouth their faces will be there. Are we clear???”

He looked at me, “Copy that.” And he walked out with the phone in hand.

“Camron?” My Dad asked.

“I can’t Dad. I need to sleep all this shit off.” And I turned to the hall.

“Nathan?” I heard him ask.

“He needs me.” And I felt his hands on my butt.

He led me to my room again and took my clothes off tucking me in. “NRD?” And I pulled enough so his lips touched mine.

I woke up and knew he’d bitch. His arm was around me, my face on his chest, and a big puddle of spit. I smiled. “You were talking in your sleep, CJ.”

“Did I say his name out loud?” I asked trying to be funny and reaching for his curved cock that wasn’t soft.

“No. Cam? This can’t go unchecked.”

“What time is it?” I asked trying to turn but he wouldn’t let me.

“Time to rub this spit all over your face.” And his palm came to my cheek and he started rubbing.

I climbed on top of him grabbing his dick from behind. “Oh, Cam.”

It wasn’t the ‘Oh Cam’ I was looking for. “Does it hurt?” He asked reaching up.

I didn’t know until he touched my throat. It did hurt. “It wasn’t a dream, was it?” I asked.

“No. We need to get you checked out, Camron.”

“So? Cass?” I asked.

“She’s gonna wake up sometime next week. Cam? You can hardly fuckin talk. We need to take you to the hospital.” And he tried to move under me.

“Tell me we didn’t win?” I asked.

Nathan’s POV

“Win What, Cam?”

“I didn’t win did I???” He asked starting to squirm.

“No, Cam. You didn’t win yet but we need to get a closer look at you.” And I pushed him off.

His throat was bruised beyond description, he didn’t understand why he sounded the way he did, and I thought he might have suffered un-repairable damage. I showed him in the mirror.

I mean the front of his throat was bruised but you could make out finger marks on the sides that showed the force. I’m gonna kill his fuckin Dad. CJ took a few sniffs ignoring what he saw and asked if that was bacon as he walked out.

I followed him downstairs and watched as he set his underwear-clad ass on the island behind his dad. He waited and adjusted his stuff as I was looking for knives and shit I might use to kill his dad.

His Dad turned and was stunned as he should have been. The tears flowed seconds after. “Camy,” And he reached out.

I stepped in front of him saying there might be unseen damage and he needed to go to the hospital. “I’m fine.” Cam crooked out resting a hand on my shoulder.

“Nathans’ right, Cam. I am so fuckin sorry,” and I stepped aside so his Dad could hug him.

“Go get dressed, Camron; I’ll take you.” His Dad said.

“They know us; I’ll take him,” I said and dared him to challenge me.

“Go get dressed, Camron,” His Dad said. “I’ll have breakfast done when you cum down.”

I followed Cam up the stairs because if left alone with his Dad, he may have had an accident. I threw him his favorite pants with a button-down shirt. “You’ve been wearing the same underwear for two days and you are taking a shower when we get home.”

He couldn’t eat breakfast; the pain of swallowing was too much. His dad saw and then he saw me wanting to kill him when I had an extra minute.

We walked into the ER and I went to the window, “His name is Nathan Dickerson. He was in a fight and I think he might have some damage.” She just looked at me.

The hard blinks about five seconds apart told her story. And then I got the stare as she fought a smile. “He is not you, Curly.”

“That is Nathan Jones,” I told her and realized at the same time.

“No, Honey. That is Camron Jones, and you are Nathan Dickerson. How about we call him John Doe, for now?”

“This can’t get out,” I told her. It was early and Cam sat by himself in the lobby pissed he was here again.

We were led to a room in the ER and Mr. Boy Scout walked in. “Mr. Doe?” And he smiled.

“None of this gets out,” I told him.

“Camron? Tell me if this hurts,” as he touched the sides of his neck.

“No.” Cam crocked out.

“I can’t help you unless you’re honest.”

“OK. Yes, it fuckin hurts.”

“Who did this to you?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” And he coughed painfully.

From your Author.

I hope you didn’t think this a waste of time. I am trying to bring my stories up to speed so we can get to the good stuff. RJC