Dirt

Rape?

I was really scared now. They started getting mad when they claimed 'I was not cooperating'. I tried to tell them that I can't tell them what didn't happen. That policeman was so much scarier that the guy they were asking about I thought. Apparently, some guy on some 'strangers-most-not-wanted-in-your-neighborhood list,' had been arrested right outside an old abandoned factory where I'd gone to pee, after playing ball at a nearby park that afternoon.

And they really wanted to somehow prove that that guy did something real bad to me. Like molest me or something. (I found out that later).

I'd been spirited off by a couple cops (along with my parents) just after dinner, and first taken to the hospital where a doctor checked me out.

"Just in case," one cop said. After finding out from me I didn't take no shower after I got home. They sure scared my parents when they first talked to them, making sure I didn't overhear. And for once, I didn't.

"Why no shower? Didn't have time," I said. "Mom had dinner ready."

At the police station, they took me into a room with no windows but it did have a big mirror in the back. I had been there for some time really getting tired of the same questions over again.

"OK, let's get this straight kid. How'd your pants get ripped."

The cop was now questioning me as if I were the one guilty of something.

"I just told that other cop, I must have ripped them playing ball."

"Then why didn't you go home to change them right away?"

I stared getting more pissed than scared.

"I already said! I didn't realize it was that big a rip."

My pants I discovered that day, had gotten a big split in the back-of-the-butt seam about 6 inches [15 cm] or so.

"OK, let's get back to when that guy took you into the park after the…"

"You keep insisting that. It never happened. I went into the park with Mark. We both needed to pee real bad."

"So you deliberately exposed yourself. I can charge you for that."

"You're nuts. Then you'd have to charge just about every boy I know. Including Mark. We've all peed in the bushes all the time!"

"Then how come this Mark Reynolds tells a very different story. He said you went further, all the way to the old factory."

"So?"

"Why're you lyin' kid. Now you say you did go into the factory."

I looked at the cop like he was nuts. He was nuts. "I never said different. YOU said that other stuff that never happened."

"Kid, I can have them read back your own words. You stated that you never entered the factory."

"I never said that. You can put words into my mouth all you want, but it won't change what I really said."

The cop, touched a button and spoke. "Read back that part Bill, exactly that part."

After a few tries the boy's words were head over a scratchy speaker. A tremulous voice could be herd saying: "I never went into that factory…"

"See kid, got you on exposure and perjury so far. Now tell us what really happened, and maybe we'll go easy on ya?"

I was so mad by now I fired off with my full temper. "Just because I'm only 14 didn't mean I'm stupid. First off, perjury is only when someone has been formally sworn in. IF I lied you can at best get me for obstruction. And anyways, I remember exactly what I did say. I said 'I never went into that factory WITH THAT MAN'. And thirdly, I'm a minor. Maybe we should get my Dad back in here? Maybe they can un-sign that thing they filled out."

The cop now tried a different tack. Or rather his partner did. I guess he was supposed to be the 'good' cop. This other cop, the old one, spoke up. "Hey kid, we're only trying to find out what the man did to you. He was caught coming out of that factory just before you did. And your friend Mark said they had all left the field long after you went to have a pee, and never returned. And you still haven't explained why you went into that factory to begin with."

"Sir, I did explain exactly everything. When Mark followed me, I was too shy to actually pee right in front of him. So I went where no one could see me. And that's it. Nothing else happened. I never saw any man."

"Then what took you so long?"

"It was just an old factory, but they made clothes there. You always could find all kinds of sewing stuff all over the place. I was looking for a pin or something so I could fix the rip in my pants. I didn't realize they were that bad. Didn't notice till I opened the front to pee."

The older cop changed tack again. "OK, you know that man we arrested, he's on a list of sex offenders. A real pervert. His picture has been posted in your neighborhood. That's how come we got that tip from another guy in the park this afternoon. Said he went into that abandoned factory and was sure a boy went in there with him. He even took a picture of him with his phone and sent it to us."

I looked blankly at the cop. "Look man. I never saw any guy. And if he took a picture of the both of us together, the guy must have been a ghost. If he WAS there, he must have been somewhere I didn't see. It is kind of dark mostly in there, although there was some light only where I was coming from a hole in the ceiling."

The 'bad' cop looked at me like I was the one who should have been arrested. "Look kid. We know you had to have been in that building at least 20 minutes. We need to put this guy away where he can't hurt no more boys. He sodomized a boy just like you and went to jail for it."

I was getting scared again. I so wanted just to go home. And try to convince my parents nothing really bad happened.

The cop had no nice guy in him. "You do know what sodomy is don't you?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"And you insist nothing happened. That guy never tried to hurt you that way."

"I told you. I never even saw that guy."

"And you weren't sodomized? The doctor said he couldn't be certain but said it could have happened."

"OK, if it makes you feel any better, yes, I was certainly sodomized today."

As soon as I said it I wished I could take it back. I don't know why say things like that, but I got a perverse streak myself sometimes, and I was so angry at everyone by now.

The one cop smiled and shouted: "You got that Bill? We got that perv now."

I murmured a denial: "No. He didn't do it."

Now everyone was staring at me like I had a screw loose.

"What the fuck you sayin' boy. First he did it, and then he didn't. We need the truth boy."

The young cop was turning red.

I started to reply and then stopped. "I don't want to say this twice. Make sure they are recording this too, and maybe my Dad should be in here."

When they had originally started questioning me, I was so embarrassed I asked if my parents had to be there. They signed something saying I could be interviewed with them only next door.

After a whole lot of shouting, people swearing, and a whole lot of general hullabalooing, my Dad finally was there for the next part of the interview. They read back the part where I said I'd actually been sodomized.

I sure wished I never got that quirk thing to make my mouth say that.

The older cop continued: "Now Pete. (I was Pete now that my Dad was present. No more 'kid' or 'boy'. And the guy spoke real nice-like). Please explain your last statement. You stated that, and I quote, 'I was certainly sodomized today'."

I think I smiled the very first time that entire evening. "OK. And this is exactly the whole truth."

The cops were smiling bigger.

"Just make sure this is being recorded, I really don't want to have to say it all over again."

"Sure Pete, now tell us exactly what happened."

"OK. According to the law, sodomy is the forcible insertion of anything into a person's butt. And since all the anti-sodomy laws have been overturned by the supreme court, it can only be prosecuted if it qualifies as rape."

My Dad was looking at me funny, and the cops were perplexed, but didn't rush me to explain why the preamble.

"Well, that doctor said I needed to be checked out. He did some stuff and looked at my butt. It was really embarrassing. But then he tried to shove that speculum up my butt against my will. I screamed for help. But that cop not only didn't help he even held me down while the doctor proceeded. That doctor sodomized me and he should be charged with rape. And that cop as an accessory."

***

A couple weeks later – it took that time for everything to get calmed down – I finally found out that the guy who had been arrested had been let go. No evidence of any crime. Which I had adamantly stated over and over again. I sure didn't want any guy going to jail because if he were innocent.

Even my parents calmed down when I was finally able to assure them that nothing bad happened in that old factory. It was just about summer and the weather had gotten real nice and I convinced my parents to finally let me out to play ball. And all the other things a 14-year-old boy likes to do. Even a 14-year-old not very well into puberty yet boy.

People said that I was rambunctious, especially when with my friends. And perhaps I was sometimes. I just though I liked to have fun. They also said I did quite well in spite of being 'backwards' for my age.

I knew by that they meant that I was still a shrimp for my age. I was real glad that I had finally 'hit my growth spurt', even if I hadn't spurted much yet. But I DID find a few pubes showing up finally. When I looked in a mirror I just saw an ordinary boy, but hoped I'd start now getting some muscle. I wasn't really satisfied with the thin boy who looked back at me, and I wished my face was not so ordinary looking. And I sure wished I could get a better tan.

Then I laughed a bit when I recalled seeing my best friend Jamal in the shower last week. Well, he sure looked fine, but I suppose if I got a tan like his, I would really look strange for a white boy, specially one with mostly blond hair.

Then in a quirk of personality I turned away and exclaimed to nobody: "Well, at least the mirror didn't crack."

I was supposed to meet the guys for ball later. Jamal's Dad was the coach. Nice guy. A really nice guy. (Did I tell you I found black guys attractive)?

As I started to get dressed to go out that day, I looked closely at my small body and regarded my small penis. And suddenly the one Jamal had come to mind. Wow, now I wish I could get one that big someday! I thought to myself. And damn it was even blacker than most the rest of him. For some reasons black kids seemed really attractive to me. (Did I mention that I really found black guys attractive)?

When I left my house, I realized I was almost late. A friend and I were supposed to meet before baseball practice. I hurried to that same abandoned factory, where we were to meet. Almost nobody was there this time of day, and I made sure. I hurried up the back stairs. Suddenly I was startled. The man almost appeared out of nowhere. A really scary black guy.

A big black smile opened up in the face of a that very big scary black guy.

I admonished him. "Look man, we got to be especially more careful. Sorry you got arrested. I was so scared. And you must have torn my pants getting them off so fast last time. And the next time you molest me, can we maybe try anal. I've been using a dildo I bought well over a week ago. I think I'm ready."

My smile wasn't black like his, but it was just as 'smiley'.

"Oh, and just how did we meet?" you might ask. Those posters in our neighborhood were good for something. Even had his address.

The End