Three Voices
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THREE VOICES
by Jeff Allen
CHAPTER 11
MARTY'S VOICE:
Damn, I was so pissed!
Kevin had just tried to rape me! I'd thought he was my boyfriend when all along he really just wanted was sex...and that was all he wanted! I'd been used - big time.
I was so steamed...and hurt that I didn't realize what I was doing. As soon as I got out of Kevin's house, I just started walking. I didn't want to go back to the after school study hall where I'd have to explain things to Grant, Micah, B.B., or...heaven forbid...Trey or Coach Arnold. I sure didn't want to call my dad to come get me. That would involve another explanation I wasn't ready for.
So, I just started walking toward home.
I was about halfway home when it started to rain. Believe me, a December rain in the mountains of North Carolina is darned cold. It wasn't long before I was chilled to the bone, but I still had two miles to go.
Just when I thought I'd made a big mistake by trying to walk home, I heard a car pull up along side of me.
B.B. was at the wheel of Coach Arnold's Expedition. He powered down the window and stuck his head out.
"Marty, what are you doin'? Man, get in the car, it's too cold to be walkin'."
I didn't need a second invitation. I ran across the road and climbed into the passenger side of the big SUV.
"Thanks, B.B. I wasn't sure I could go much farther."
"What in Heaven's name are you doing walking? I thought you was spending the afternoon with Kevin."
That's when the tears started.
B.B. reached across the seat and pulled me over toward him. "What's wrong, bro? Did you and Kevin have a fight?"
"No, not a fight." I chocked back more tears. "He tried to rape me."
"RAPE YOU! I swear to God, I'll KILL that mothafucker! Are you hurt? Do you need to go to a doctor?"
"B.B., I'm fine. He started to go into me, but I reached around and grabbed his nuts. He's going to be singing soprano for a couple of days."
"I am going to kill that piece of white trash. No one messes with one of my brothers like that."
"B.B. please forget the kill part. I've already paid him back for what he did. If you beat up on him, you'll be the one that gets in trouble. Can you just take me home?"
"Okay. But I still want to beat the shit out of him."
"I know you do, but I just want to forget about this. I want it all to go away. Can you just take me home?"
"We're on our way." He pulled the SUV onto the road and hit the accelerator.
"How come you're driving Coach's car?"
"It's my turn to make dinner. I tol' Coach that I wanted to try a new recipe, but I needed to get some stuff at the store. He tol' me to take his car. He's goin' to catch a ride with Trey. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I will be once I get home."
"Did he hurt you?"
"A little. My ass is sore, but he only got about halfway in before I grabbed his family jewels."
"I wanna kill him."
"B.B., I appreciate the fact that you're mad at Kevin, but that's not going to solve anything. Just take me home, please. I just want to take a shower and go to bed."
"Okay, okay, I'll lay off. But if you change your mind..."
"I'll let you know."
We didn't say much the rest of the way out to Trey's... er...our...my house. I still wasn't quite used to the idea that Dad and I were living with Trey.
I told B.B. he could go, but he insisted on staying around until I had a shower and got warmed up.
He was sitting on my bed when I finished the shower. I was warm again, but my rear end was pretty sore.
"Are you goin' to be okay now?"
"Yeah, thanks, B.B. You can go and get your dinner started."
"I'll go as soon as I make sure that your ugly ass is okay."
"I told you, I'm okay."
"That's what you say, but have you looked to make sure?"
"You mean look at my hole?"
"That's `xactly what I mean. Get down here on the bed and let me make sure you're not tore up down there or somethin'. Don't you argue with me about this. I can hold you down on the bed, if I need to. I'm just going to make sure you're not damaged down there. I found some ointment in Trey's bathroom that should help take away some of the sting. Now lie down."
B.B. was serious. I lay down on the bed and for the second time that afternoon I had someone's fingers on my ass. He gently pulled my cheeks apart.
"I haven't seen many ass holes, so I'm not too sure what I'm s'possed to be looking for. It does seem a mite red and swollen. I'm goin' to put some of this ointment on it, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
I felt his fingers gently applying the ointment to my sore nether parts.
"As long as I live, I will never understand why you gay guys are so hung up on assholes. Man, that thing is ugly."
I laughed.
When B.B. went into the bathroom to wash his hands, I pulled the covers up over my bare ass.
He came back into my room, bent down and kissed the back of my head, and said good-bye.
He paused at the door and called back over his shoulder, "If you change your mind about havin' me kill Kevin, let me know. How about I just hurt him a little?"
I laughed again. "Thanks, B.B. I'll let you know. Uh...just one more thing."
"What you need?"
"Please don't tell anyone about this, okay?"
"I dunno..."
"B.B., please don't tell anyone."
He came back into my room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Firts, you don't want me to kill the mothafucker, and now you say I can't ruin his rep by telling folks what he done to you neither?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"You need to tell your dad and Trey."
"I will, I promise...just not right away. Please."
"Okay, but you just give the word and that white boy is dead."
"Thanks, B.B."
I must have fallen asleep right after B.B. left. The next thing I knew, my dad was sitting on the edge of my bed and Marlene was sitting on the floor with her head up on my bed just inches away from my face.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Kevin and I had a fight, so I started to walk home. B.B. picked me up along the way and gave me a ride the rest of the way. Guess I fell asleep."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not right now if you don't mind, Dad. I'm just really hurt right now."
"Okay, Trey's about got dinner ready. Are you going to want to eat?"
"Give me a minute or so to splash some water on my face."
"Okay, but hurry up. Trey's putting the food into the serving bowls. You can tell me about your fight with Kevin whenever you're ready."
"Thanks, Dad."
Dad left the room, and I sat up in bed. My butt wasn't nearly as sore as earlier. I figured I'd better get dressed and have some dinner. I didn't want Dad and Trey to get too curious about what had happened between me and Kevin.
My ass seemed almost normal by the next morning. At least I was able to run with the team without feeling any pain. Just sort of a dull ache.
I didn't see Kevin in school that day. Good thing. I didn't know what I'd do or say if I saw him. By lunch time the rumor going around school was that Kevin had dropped a heavy weight or something like that on his lap or his foot and wouldn't be back before the start of Christmas vacation, which was only another day away.
After school I grabbed stuff from my locker and started down to the old gym for the `study hall'. Just before I got to the gym I heard someone call my name. I turned around. Jenna Jones, a junior and one of the varsity cheerleaders, motioned for me to come over.
Jenna was a really pretty blond girl with a dynamite body. She said, "Marty, I need to talk to you, privately. Follow me."
I followed her out to the student parking lot. She flicked a remote and the lights on a red Camry blinked twice. She opened the driver's door and got in. I climbed in the passenger's side.
"What's this all about, Jenna?"
"You've been seeing a lot of Kevin Harkens for the last few weeks."
"Yes, but we won't be hanging around together anymore. What's this about."
"Oh, God, I'm too late. I'm so sorry, Marty, I should have said something earlier, but I was afraid." She had tears in her eyes.
"What do you mean `too late'?"
"He...he's taken advantage of you, hasn't he? I'm sorry. I thought it would take him more time. I just couldn't work up the courage to talk to you...to warn you. I'm sorry."
"Jenna, you dated Kevin early in the fall, right?"
She nodded her head. The tears were now streaming down her face.
"Did he rape you?"
She nodded. More tears. "It happened just after the Homecoming dance. I was so ashamed, I didn't tell anyone about it. I just avoided him. Then I noticed that you and he were hanging around together a lot at school. I saw you leave with him a couple of afternoons. I...I knew what I should do...that I should tell you to be careful of him, but I just couldn't get up the courage to do it, because then you'd know what he did to me."
I reached across the car and took her hand. "It's okay, Jenna. He tried to rape me yesterday, but I grabbed his balls really hard and got away from him. I don't think he'll be bothering anyone for a while."
She looked at me. "You mean you..."
I nodded my head.
She began to giggle. Then she was laughing. "Oh, that's great. How hard?"
"As hard as I could."
"So he didn't drop something on himself."
"No."
She threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. "Marty, you are my hero!"
"Has he done this to others beside you and me?"
"I think so. There's another girl in the junior class who dated Kevin for a while last year. She won't have anything to do with him now, and she was very concerned about how I was feeling after word got around that Kevin and I had broken up."
"We need to make sure he doesn't try it with anyone else. It's obvious that Kevin doesn't care if it's a boy or a girl. He just gets off on the abuse and power thing. We need to warn anyone who starts to date him."
"You're right. We'll keep our eyes on him and warn off new victims."
"Thanks for telling me. I know it took a lot of courage for you to do that."
We hugged; then I got out of her car and went back into the school. I felt much better knowing that someone else had the same experience with Kevin, and it felt good to know that Jenna and I would work together to keep Kevin from doing the same thing to other people.
We only had a half day at school on Wednesday since it was the start of Christmas vacation. Dad and Trey dropped Marlene and me off at Grant and Micah's house after dinner that evening. The plan was for me to spend the night over there while Dad and Trey did some Christmas shopping.
Grant wasn't there when I arrived. He and B.B. were at the Christmas dance with their girlfriends. The dance was supposed to be over by ten, and B.B. had strict orders from Donnie and TJ to take their dates home and be back at the house by eleven thirty. The four of us were going to have an all-night movie fest to celebrate the start of the holidays. Donnie and TJ had to work the next day, so they wanted to know that Grant was back at the house before they went to bed.
I was looking forward to the movies, but I was a little apprehensive about spending three hours with Micah. We hadn't exactly been getting along very well for the past few weeks. It started when I started spending time with Kevin. It was almost like he was jealous of Kevin.
Holy Crap! Maybe he was jealous.
Micah and I went upstairs to his room.
"Take a look at the DVD's. We've got a while before Grant and B.B. get back from the dance. Which one do you want to start with."
I flipped through the pile of DVD's. "You heard that Kevin and I split up, right?"
"B.B. said that you guys had a big fight. He said he didn't think you two would be hanging around much from now on."
"You got that one right. Hey, here's one of my favorite movies." I held up the copy of Princess Bride. "Would it be too gay if we watched it?"
"As you wish. That's one of my favorites, too."
I looked over at him. For those of you that may not be familiar with the movie, the hero starts out as a farm hand who always answers "As you wish" to the demands of the beautiful heroine. I know it sounds sappy, but it's still a great movie.
Micah started the DVD, and we dragged the pillows off his bed and flopped down on the floor to watch the movie.
Right at the part of the movie where the princess recognizes that the `Dread Pirate Roberts' is actually the farm boy I had to take a leak. "I've got to take a piss. Can you pause the movie?"
"As you wish."
After relieving my bladder, I went back into the room. Micah was still on the floor.
"Now that I've gotten rid of that fluid, I could use a coke or something."
"As you wish." Micah jumped up off the floor and headed toward the stairs.
Weird!
Micah came back up with two cans of soda and some chips. He handed me one of the cans.
"Micah, are you trying to tell me something? What's with the `As you wish' stuff?"
Micah knelt down on the floor next to me. "Grant told me that you wouldn't get subtleties. How about this as a hint?"
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
"I'm still not sure I get the message."
He smiled and leaned in for another kiss.
That time I kissed back.
(To be continued)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the characters who play parts in this story were previously introduced in "When Love Comes" (last posted in the College section on Sept. 6, 2001), "Love of a Lifetime" (last posted in the College section on May 19, 2003), "Finding Family" (last posted in the College section on June 5, 2008), "Construction Job" (last posted in the College section on July 24, 2008), or "Swamp Rat" (last posted March 15, 2010 in the High School section). While not necessary, readers may find it useful to read the earlier stories posted on this site. All of the Adams State/Carterville stories listed above as well as my other stories are also posted at www.crvboy.com.
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