Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2009 09:51:00 -0800 (PST) From: T Claybourn <email@example.com> Subject: You Want Me To Do What? 22 You want me to do what? Chapter 22 By Terry Claybourn The banging on the door woke me up. I rolled over onto my back, trying to get my eyes to focus; everything was still a little fuzzy. I could hear some low talking out in the living room, so I got up to check it out. Once I found my sleep pants, I almost fell on my face while trying to get dressed. Why did my head hurt? When I came out of the bedroom, I could see Dan sitting on the sofa. I just gave him a smile, and went to pee. "Take a shower, Pet," Ry yelled out from the other room. Hell! I turned on the water, and it actually felt great! I opened my mouth, and let the water spray inside. For some reason, I felt like I had eaten a bag of cotton balls. When I heard the door open, and then shut, I opened the curtain, and saw that Ry had placed some clean clothes on the sink. When I went out into the living room, Dad was there. I just looked at him; he looked pissed. I had no idea why Dad and Dan were both there, or why they looked so pissed. I saw Ry place a plate on the table, and I headed over and sat down. I gave him a smile, but I wondered why he was feeding me a sandwich for breakfast. "Noon!" I yelled, as I looked at the clock on the DVD player. "Why did you let me sleep so late?" I asked. Ry always made sure I was up at least by ten on the weekends. "We didn't get to bed until four this morning," he told me, kissing my forehead. "Do you remember last night at all?" he asked. I just shook my head `no', and picked up my sandwich. "I didn't think so," he told me, as he took his cup and went to sit with the dads. "What happened last night," my dad asked. I just looked over at him; my bangs hid my eyes. "You need a haircut," he said, wagging a finger at me; I just stuck out my tongue at him. "Chad and I went to a high class Halloween party last night, and someone kept slipping him something. He ended up pretty wasted. I don't know what it was, yet, but according to the Doctor that checked him out last night, it could be X, also known as the date rape drug." "What the hell, Ryan? Why weren't you keeping an eye on him? Hell, you are the one who's supposed to protect him!" Dad yelled. I hate it when dad yells. He starts out in English, and ends up in Italian; his voice rises as he continues. Then Dan started in; all three of them were yelling! I covered my ears to block out the yelling, but I could still hear the yelling, and them accusing Ry of being ungrateful, selfish, and uncaring. I had enough! I slammed my hands down on the table top. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, as all three turned and looked at me. "You two have no idea what he did last night," I screamed. "Easy, pet." He always calls me that, either for affection, or to settle me down. "Don't you `pet me!'" I told him. "You had no right to call him about what even happened last night. He gave up his rights to me when he GAVE me to you!" I said, and then I shouted, "OUT!" as I headed back to my room. Dan just glared at me; Dad looked like I had slapped him. "I want them out of our home," I told Ry, and I slammed the bedroom door. I was shaking like crazy; I've never spoken to my dad like that. It was a few minutes later, when I heard our bedroom door open. My back was facing it, but I could tell it was Ry who had come in. He sat down behind me, placed his arms around me, and pulled me down with him. We laid there for few minutes; then I finally rolled over and buried my face into his shirt. "I'm sorry," I told him. He just rubbed my back gently. "I'm not the one you need to apologize to," he said, kissing the top of my head, as we laid there for a while. "Do you feel like going shopping?" Ry asked, as he still held me. "Sure; I'm tired of eating Top Roman," I said, as I slid off the bed. It only took me a few minutes to get dressed. Before we headed out, I grabbed the money out of my drawer, in case we needed more then Ry had on him. We then headed over to Food Co. to do our shopping for the month. Ry pushed the cart, and I put the stuff in the basket, as I checked it off the list. We got a few stares, but that's all right; we didn't care. Actually, we've gotten used to the looks and frowns from other people who don't understand. It took me a few minutes to get Ry to understand that we save money if we buy the family size, and just separate it into small bags at home. He finally just said, "Yes, dear," and let me do the shopping. I hate taking Ry shopping; he just doesn't get it. As we headed to the checkout, Ry picked up a twenty-four pack of beer. When we got to the checkout, he helped put the stuff up on the belt, then handed me his wallet, and went to bagging. I stood there, waiting to get the total price. I almost shit when I was told the price! Shaking my head, I handed the money to the guy, who never asked my age as I paid the bill. I helped put the stuff in the cart, and we left. Ever try to get almost two hundred bucks worth of food into to the trunk of a small car? Thank God for back seats. When we got home, Ry was the one who hoofed all the bags up. I sat and watched the bags, and put together what I wanted to go up; the meat and beer was the first, then the rest of the perishables, then the other stuff. I mean, hell, it was cold; nothing was going to spoil in ten minutes, but it might walk away. When I got in with the last of the food, I just looked at the kitchen, as Ry sat on the sofa and drank a beer, while I was left to put stuff away. I was smart, however; I put one of those easy dinners in the oven, while I put the food away. I wished I had taken Ry's advice and bought the smaller packages; it would have been less hassle, but this way we saved money. After all that was done, I went over and grabbed up Ry's beer, and finished it for him. He just looked at me, and held out his hand. I handed him back the empty can and went to the bathroom. "Hey!" he yelled. I just smiled and wiggled my ass at him, and shut the door. That night, after dinner, we sat on the sofa watching some DVD that Tim had burned for us. It was supposed to be one of the funniest movies in theaters, but I thought it was dull, as well as dumb. "You should have gotten "SAW 6," or that other scary one," I told Ry, as the credits were rolling. We have a routine when we watch movies: doors locked; all the lights are off, except the one by the sofa - it usually stays on a soft or low light. "Yeah, and have you scared shitless for the next few weeks? I don't think so," he said, as he turned on the bedroom light. That was my cue to turn off the TV light, and get the DVD taken care of. I slipped it into its sleeve, and turned off the light. "That one can be erased," I told him; he just laughed. After our bathroom routine was done with, we both headed for bed. Ry pulled me close to him, and kissed me hard; I melted into him; the sex was mind blowing. Like always, it left me breathless and seeing stars. We laid there, spooned against each other. I pushed my ass against him; his cock was still very hard up my ass. I felt his body relax, his breath warm against my ear. "I love you, pet," he whispered in his sleep. "I love you too, Ry," I said, reaching back and patting his hip. For some reason, I was unable to sleep. I just watched the little lights blink on the clock on the nightstand. Then I started to think of the Halloween party - the games, food, drinks, the costume pageant (I came in second), the dancing. When I got to thinking about the dancing, I got to thinking about the five guys I was dancing with; how one of them kept a small bottle of something in his pants pocket. I starting thinking about what the doctor had said to Ry about it being a date rape drug. Then I really got to thinking - were those guys the ones I was dancing with; were they the ones that poured that stuff in my drink; were they going to drag me off somewhere to rape me? I closed my eyes, and tried to get myself to go to sleep, but I kept seeing those five guys standing over me, laughing and pulling their clothes off. I started to shake; I had no idea why, but continued until I finally woke up Ry, and he pulled me even closer to him. "Hey, easy, luv. I've got you; you're safe here," he whispered to me. I felt him pull back, pulling his dick out of my ass. He then helped me roll over to face him, and I buried my face into his chest, and cried. "I'm sorry," I told him; he just rocked me, as he kissed the top of my head. "Last night, I mean, oh, God! Ry, if you weren't there, they could of..." I stopped when I felt him move, and then the light came on. "They would of raped me," I told him, trying to sit up. "Shhh, don't think about it," he whispered. "But..." his finger tapped my mouth. "If I would not have been there, neither would you. So it would not have happened," he stated, while his hands rubbed up and down my back. Usually, when Ry does that, I relax right away, but this time, it was not helping me at all. Ry then sat up in bed, and pulled me into his lap, with his arms wrapped around me tightly. He gently rocked back and forth, as I laid my head on his shoulder and blinked back the tears. I awoke to the smell of coffee; I don't drink it, and Ry usually grabs a cup at the Starbucks on the corner. I rolled over and laid next to Ry, who was watching TV, while he drank his coffee and ate toast. "What time is it?" I asked, after I let out a big yawn. "Nine," Ry said, not taking his eyes off the TV. "Today's Monday, right?" I asked, trying to get the fog out of my mind. "All day," he told me. I hate it when he's a smart ass. "School?" I asked, trying to figure out why Ry didn't get me up to go, and why he wasn't going. "Not today; you've got an appointment with Dr. Anderson at eleven," he said, putting his cup down on the night stand. "It's a follow up to get your lab results back from Saturday. Chris called and told them you were sick, and you'll be home today, and `yes', you will take an excuse to school tomorrow," he told me. I just rolled my eyes. "So you," he poked me in my nose with his finger, "get up, shower, dress, and I'll fix you something to eat. Then we'll go," he said, as he got up. "Ry, we don't need to get the results." "Yes, we do," Ry said, as he walked out of the room. I did as he said: I took my shower, got dressed, and, while I ate, we argued. "I should have a choice in this," I told him, crossing my arms over my chest, refusing to eat. "A choice?" he said, placing his hands on the table top. "Fine. Your choices are - you can go with or without a blistered butt." As he spoke, his eyebrows rose into his hair line. "What will it be?" he asked, glaring at me. I swallowed - "without," I told him, picking up my fork to eat my eggs. Before we left the apartment, I did manage to get my ass swatted a few times. The drive across town was in silence. If Ry asked me a question, I only grunted an answer. The area of town we went to was the same area I took Jon to, so he could buy his drugs. I let my eyes wander around, taking in the area. We pulled into a parking lot, and the building looked like it was about ready to fall down. "You give me any gruff in here - I will find the bathroom," he told me. I just stared at him. "Come on," he ordered. Once we got inside the building, I was stuck to Ry like glue. Who knew what or who came and went in there? The place smelled really bad; the people there smelled even worse, if that was possible. Ry pointed over to a couple of chairs; I glanced over there, and shook my head. There was no way I was going over there by myself; I just stood where I was. Ry shook his head, and went over to the counter to check me in, and then came back with a clip board. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me over to where the chairs were. As we walked across the floor, our feet stuck to the tile. He didn't say anything, but when he sat, he pulled me down with him. He filled out the paper that was on the clipboard, but didn't ask me any of the questions; he just filled them in. When it came to the `Parent Signature', Ry signed his name to it, and then he put `caretaker', with brackets around it. I just looked at him; he gave me a sweet smile, and got up. I tried to get up, but he put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head `no'; I stayed where I was, but my eyes never left him. More people would come in; the lady in blue would come out from behind the big doors, and call a number instead of a name. Then a person would get up and go behind the doors; I never saw them leave; they just went in. I started to get antsy, and when I get antsy, I fidget. Ry, on the other hand, was into a book he found laying on a chair. "Be still," he ordered. I was about ready to tell him `no', when the lady called out a number. Ry stood and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He then gently pushed me toward the door. "Here," he said over my head to the nurse. When we stepped in behind the door, I slid in behind Ry, as close as I could get; I didn't like this place at all. I was taken to an area where they took my weight - I heard the clicking of a tongue; then I got measured. I found out I had grown a half inch. Then the BP, which, according to the lady was fine. Then she stuck a white label on a cup, and handed it to me, along with a wet wipe. I just looked at her, and then at Ry. "We need a clean catch," she said. I looked at her with a total blank. We both looked at Ry, who just shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head. "Be back," she said, giving me a smile. "Hi," Cal said, as he came out of the room the lady went into. "A clean catch is...," Cal then went into detail of how to do a clean catch, and the reason why they wanted one. "Ok, I can do that," I told him, and he pointed to the bathroom. "Put it behind the little door by the sink. After peeing in the cup, I did as I was told; then I washed my hands and left. Another person was waiting to use the bathroom. Ry and Cal chatted for a while; then Cal took me to another area of the building. On both sides of the room were beds, and each bed was in its own space, surrounded by a curtain, but it still smelled bad. Cal opened the curtain and allowed Ry and me to go in. Then he stepped in and handed me a gown. He smiled. "Just your shirt has to come off," he said, then left. I just looked at Ry, who crossed his arms and looked at me. I did as I was told. "Hello, guys," the lady said, as she entered the little area, followed by Cal. "How are you doing today?" she asked, looking at me. "Fine," I told her. "I'm Dr. Anderson. Do you remember me?" she asked, as she checked out my eyes and stuff. "No, but then I don't remember much about Saturday," I said. She gave me a smile and a nod. "Yeah, most people don't remember much," she said, as she did the same to me as the nurse had when we first came in. "Well, like I told Ryan on Saturday; you, my friend, were on a nasty high of a combination of Meth and X; by medical terminology, this is a death certificate. I was ever so grateful when Cal called me and said you were back to your old self the next morning. ********* Now that it was November, Ry and I had to figure out whose family we were going to eat with. "Why can't I cook our dinner?" I told him; he just looked at me. "No one said you couldn't, pet," he said, flipping through the TV channels. "Ok, smart ass, then I'll cook our first Thanksgiving dinner," I said with a smile, with my chest stuck out with pride. "Hell, how hard can it be anyway," I told him. It took me a week to get a list of stuff I needed, and the food that we were going to cook; another hundred out the door. When I called mom to get the recipe for her stuffing, I thought she was going to cry when I told her I was fixing dinner for Ry and me, and we would not be coming over that night. By the time the conversation was over, I had to promise we would be over for dessert, at least. "How hard will it be to make a dinner for two into a dinner for four?" Ry asked, when he came in after school one night. "Not very; a few more of this and that, and a couple more pies, why?" I asked. "Tim and Bret were supposed to go to Bret's parents, but his sister is due close to Thanksgiving, so his parents are headed out of town to help her. And you know about Tim," he told me. Tim's parent disowned him when they found out he was gay and living with a dude. "Tell them to come over here; it should be ready around one," I told him. Ry smiled. "I already did," he said. I just looked at him. Since we get a week out for Thanksgiving, I started on all the prep work in the morning for a few days. Thanksgiving eve, I baked the cookies and pies, and got the stuffing ready to cook the next day. I think I finally fell into bed about two in the morning. The alarm went off at six; Ry laughed and went back to sleep. I took a quick shower to wake up; stuffed the bird in the oven, and pulled out the slow cooker, crock pot, and a few other electrical appliances I was able to get off mom. Tim and Bret showed up around ten. Bret brought another case of beer, and Tim helped me in the kitchen the best he could; I mean, he didn't have a clue what was what in a kitchen. I ended up sending him to the store to get a few things I forgot for the pies. By the time he got back, I was pulling the bird out of the oven. According to the cooks on TV, you're supposed to let the bird sit for a few minutes to let the meat settle, and it separates from the bones. Now Ry has a healthy appetite, but man! Bret could out eat him hands down; the bird didn't have a chance in hell; everything got eaten. Tim did help me clean up afterwards; I think it was close to six when they left. Since Tim didn't drink, he took the keys from Bret, and I walked them down to the car. I made sure it was Tim who drove, and not Bret. I didn't want anything coming back on us. Once I made it back upstairs, Ry was on the phone. He gave me a look. "Yeah, we'll be over in awhile," he said, and then hung up the phone. "You forgot to let me know we're supposed to go to your parents after dinner," he told me; I just flopped down on the sofa. My parents always eat Thanksgiving dinner at five, or so. Though I had just dropped to the sofa, Ry grabbed our jackets out of the closet, and we headed over; we left their house after nine. It was close to ten when we climbed into bed; Ry pulled me close to him. We were too stuffed to have sex, or anything else; we just wanted to go to sleep. "So what's for Christmas dinner, luv?" He asked, as he kissed my head. I just rolled my eyes.