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Subject: Misunderstood, Chapter 32 (Gay Adult/Youth) MISUNDERSTOOD By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author’s consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting fty/. Chapter Thirty-Two Gray and Dayna returned to a strangely quiet farm. No one came out to greet them when they pulled up in front of the house. Gray stopped the truck and looked out the window. Still nothing. Dayna looked around, surprised, then looked back at Gray. Gray shrugged. “They must be taking the dogs on a hike in the woods.” Putting the truck back into gear, Gray drove around the barn and along the road beside the lake, down to Dayna’s cottage. Stopping in front, they climbed out, pulled Dayna’s luggage out from behind the seat, and carried it inside. Passing by the cottage kitchen window, Dayna paused and asked, “Who is that?” “Where?” “There, under the trees.” Gray followed her pointing finger. It was Dallas, sitting alone, leaning back against a tree and staring off into space. “Is that Dallas?” she asked. Gray nodded. “It sure is, but what is he doing over there?” “And where’s my son?” Leaving her luggage in the living room, they walked outside the cottage and up the hill to where Dallas sat. When he saw them walk up, he looked down at his feet. “Hello, Mr. Langston, Mrs. Wright.” “Dallas Anderson! I haven’t seen you in a year, and that’s how you greet me?” “Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered, standing up and awkwardly hugging her. “How was your training?” “Good. I’m glad to be back.” She lifted his chin so he had to look her in the eyes. “Dallas, Gray mentioned you had run into a problem at home. He didn’t say what exactly, and that’s none of my business, but I want you to know we’re glad you’re here now and you’ll always be welcome.” Dallas wasn’t sure he believed that. Especially if they found out what had happened today. But he’d been raised to be polite. “Thank you, Mrs. Wright.” “You’re welcome, Dallas. Dallas, do you know where Andrew is?” “I think he’s up at the house.” “That’s odd. Why didn’t he come out to see us?” Dallas shrugged. “Maybe he’s taking a nap,” Gray suggested. “That’s probably it,” Dayna acknowledged with a slight smile. “Let’s go wake him up. Are you coming, Dallas?” “Ummmm, no thank you. I’ll just stay here. I have a lot to think about.” “Well, okay, kiddo.” Dayna and Gray walked back to Gray’s pickup, got in, and drove back to the main house. Then they got out and walked onto the front porch and into the living room. Blue lay curled up in a tight ball on the couch, dogs cuddled up all around him. When the dogs saw Dayna and Gray, they leapt up and ran barking to greet their humans. Blue woke up, saw them there, and slowly stood up. Almost like a sleepwalker, he trudged up and took his mother into his arms and hugged her fiercely. Dayna gasped, trying to breathe. “I missed you too, baby.” Blue released her and turned to Gray, pulling his lover into a rib-bending hug too. With his head pressed against Gray’s chest, Blue mumbled, “We need to talk.” *** Gray and Blue walked along the shore of the lake, hip against hip, arms around each other’s waists, talking quietly. Blue confessed everything, pouring out his soul to the one person who he was certain loved him unconditionally, hoping that this would be another one of those times when Gray comforted him and reminded him that their love would overcome every challenge, every trial. Gray said nothing, simply listening as Blue talked about the back-rub Dallas gave him, about his feelings for Dallas, about the memories of sex with the older teen, about the temptation he hadn’t resisted and the acts of youthful lust that followed. He told Gray about deep-throating Dallas and about Dallas coming so quickly and about Dallas then kneeling there in front of him and thrusting his cock into Dallas’ mouth and how he suddenly remembered Gray and how his heart began pounding with a panic he couldn’t understand and how he then remembered so many other times on the streets with those other men who had greedily devoured his cock and how he had felt power over them but also disgust and how Gray had rescued him from all that and about how now, whenever he was with Gray, he no longer hated his life and his body but felt how very much Gray loved him and how very much he loved Gray … Blue’s rambling apology finally ended, spluttering out almost like a toy with a dying battery. Gray still said nothing. He hugged the weeping boy against his side, and they continued walking. Blue finally looked up, his blue eyes dripping with tears, and saw that Gray’s eyes were shining, the silver orbs also brimming with tears. Blue stopped and pulled Gray around in front of him. “Can you forgive me?” Blue asked. Gray reached up and placed his hands gently on each side of Blue’s face. He tilted the boy’s head up, ever so slightly, and kissed him tenderly upon the lips. Blue sighed, blowing out his breath to bathe his lover’s face. Gray rubbed his nose against Blue’s, smiling. Blue sobbed. All the tension disappeared in that moment, and he wrapped Gray up in his arms and pulled him tight and began kissing him with passion, abandon, and desire. From behind a nearby tree, Dallas watched Blue and Gray kissing. It was strange in a way. He had known for several days that they were lovers. The sounds coming from their bedroom made that clear. But somehow, he’d been able to set that aside. To pretend it wasn’t really happening. And now, he couldn’t pretend anymore. It was obvious that they loved each other, as only intimate lovers can. And that meant Dallas didn’t stand a chance. Dallas was surprised to realize he felt nothing. No anger. No jealousy. Nothing. No. That wasn’t quite true. Dallas did feel something. He felt relief. Relief because now it would be easier to do what he had to do. *** Dallas sat on the end of the dock, alone, his feet hanging off over the water of the lake, dialing a number on his cell phone. batman escort When the call connected, he said, “Your wife is back.” “When did she get there?” “This afternoon.” “Then we probably have one more day at most. Time to finish the plan.” “Yeah. I’ll do it tomorrow.” “Good. We’ll meet you at the fire road clearing.” “Yeah. Ummm …” “What? You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” “No, I’m not. It’s just … well, there’s one thing you should know.” “What?” “You were right all along. About your son and Gray Langston. They’re lovers.” Silence. Dallas sighed. “I guess you got what you wanted. An eyewitness who can talk to the police.” A short pause, then, “I’m sure Cameron will be happy to hear that. But first, we need to get Andrew out of there.” “Okay.” “When will you do it?” “Probably just before noon. I heard Langston say he needed to go into town for food. Your wife said she wanted to go with him, to get things for her house.” “Fine. Text me when you’re on your way.” “Okay.” Dallas killed the call and slid his cell phone into his pocket. He looked out over the lake and tried to convince himself he was doing the right thing. Maybe, when this was all over, he and Drew could be friends again. Maybe. It might be the beginning of a new and better relationship. *** Dallas finished writing the note and then read it over once. It should work. The note read: `Mom, Gray, I’m sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me someday, but even if you can’t, this is something I have to do. I love Dallas. I’ve loved him since I first met him in Amarillo. And he loves me, so I know we’ll be happy together. I’ll miss you, Gray. I’ll miss you too, Mom. Maybe someday I will come back and see you again. Take care of King for me. Love, Drew.’ Dallas nodded once, folded the note, and stood up. Looking around the bedroom, he didn’t see anything he would need. The backpack. The few clothes he’d brought. No longer necessary. He walked out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen. He found an empty spot on the counter and placed the note there, propped up against a toaster. That would be a good spot. They should see it right away. He walked out the front door and around the porch to the back side of the house. He peeked around the corner of the house and saw Blue working in the barn, the dogs milling around him as he did his chores. Bending low, Dallas hurried uphill toward the forest, running a short distance, then stopping. That’s far enough, he decided. He turned back to the barn. Blue and the dogs were now inside. Dallas took a deep breath and began trotting down the hill. When he reached the barn, he exaggerated his breathing, pretending to have just finished a hard run. “Drew,” he shouted, “where you are, bro?” “In here,” Blue responded. “What’s wrong?” “There’s a dog,” Dallas panted, “Not one of ours … up in the woods … leg caught … in a trap.” “What? Where?” Dallas pointed up the hill. “About a mile … that way …” Blue grabbed Dallas’ arm. “Show me!” Dallas turned and ran back up the hill. The pack of dogs started to follow, but Blue stopped them. “Sit. Stay here!” Amber and King sat. Caleb and Junior laid down, heads on paws. Crash sat, whining. “I mean it, guys. Stay!” Then Blue ran after Dallas, following him up into the trees. All the dogs watched the boys disappear. Crash whined miserably. Caleb sat up, ears pricked forward, eyes intently staring. He always got scolded for disobeying, and he knew it would happen again. He leapt to his feet and charged up the hill, following the boys. King barked, then followed Caleb. Junior blinked and looked at Amber, watching to see what she thought of this open rebellion. Crash whimpered. Amber licked Crash and barked softly at him, then she also ran off, chasing King and Caleb. Crash dropped back down, resting his chin on his paws, and whined. Junior moved over and lay down next to Crash, comforting the pup, cheek to cheek. *** Dallas and Blue ran uphill, dodging trees and leaping over fallen logs. Behind them and gaining ground fast, Caleb gave chase, with King right behind him. Amber loped along a hundred feet behind. “It’s right up here, in this clearing,” Dallas panted, stopping suddenly. Blue ran on ahead. There was a car in the clearing, parked just off the old fire road. Leaning up against the car were two men: Cameron Schaeffer and Blue’s father, Alan Wright. Blue skidded to a stop, staring in confusion at his dad. “What the fuck?” “Hello, Andrew.” “What are you doing here?” Turning to stare at Dallas, Blue demanded, “What’s going on? What the fuck is this, dude?” Alan and Cameron walked forward. Cameron sneered. Alan frowned. “That’s not the kind of language your mother and I taught you to use, son.” Blue spun back around, astonished. “You’re talkin’ to me about my fuckin’ language? What the FUCK, dad? You ain’t supposed to be here. Ever. You ain’t allowed on this property, or did you forget that?” Then Blue turned to Cameron. “And what the hell is this jerk doin’ here? Someone better start talkin’ quick before I call the cops.” Blue took out his cell phone and held it up, as a warning. Cameron approached Blue slowly, then snapped his hand out, knocking the phone out of Blue’s grasp. “You won’t be calling anyone, cutie pie.” Blue’s face instantly turned red. He rushed Cameron, knocking the taller man back, then Blue spun and grabbed his phone off the ground and tried to run back the way they’d come. “Get him!” Alan yelled. Dallas leapt forward, intercepting Blue and wrapping him up in a bear hug from behind. They struggled, until Blue kicked back and up, catching Dallas solidly in the groin, knocking the air out of the bigger youth and causing him to lose his hold on Blue. Dallas fell to the ground, groaning. Blue landed on his knees, but was up in a flash and running. He made it only a couple of feet, however. Cameron intercepted him and swung his fist at Blue’s jaw, connecting hard, making Blue’s head jerk to the side before the youth collapsed to the ground, unconscious. “What are you doing?” Alan screamed at Cameron. “Stopping him from running. What the hell did you expect me to do? Ask him nicely to sit his little fairy ass down?” Alan stomped forward bayburt escort and got right up in Cameron’s face. “Don’t touch my son again without my permission. And keep your filthy mouth shut!” Cameron scoffed, gesturing at the boy’s crumpled body, “He’s all yours.” Alan knelt down and checked Blue’s neck. The pulse was rapid but strong. His breathing was even. Turning to Dallas, he snarled, “Get up Anderson. Help me with him.” Dallas groaned but managed to get to his feet. Together, he and Alan lifted Blue between them and started dragging him to the car. A red blur shot into the clearing. Caleb, fury incarnate, leapt through the air and crashed into Dallas, knocking him to one side. Caleb landed just beyond them and spun on his heels, then rushed back and locked his jaws on Dallas upper thigh. Dallas screamed in agony, fighting to push Caleb away. Alan Wright had been knocked down as well and momentarily stunned. Then he heard a low growl and looked up to see King standing nearby, between him and Blue, who lay unmoving on the ground. King stalked forward, lips curled and teeth bared, snarling, daring the man to make one move toward the boy King loved and would protect with his life. Dallas screamed again, rolling on the ground, trying to shake Caleb loose, but the big dog had his jaws locked in place and his powerful neck muscles bulged as he shook Dallas like a rag doll. A gunshot rang out. A dog yelped. A second shot echoed through the clearing. Silence fell. At the edge of the clearing, hidden among the trees, Amber waited and watched. Then she turned around and ran. *** Gray and Dayna carried several sacks of groceries into the house and to the kitchen. “I wonder where the boys are this time,” Dayna said, setting her bags on the counter. “No telling. Down on the lake. Running around the hills. Hiking one of the trails. Who knows?” Dayna didn’t reply. When Gray turned around, he saw her reading something. Dayna turned and held up a piece of paper. “Gray, look at this,” she said, her voice suddenly fearful. “What is it?” “It’s a letter from Andrew. It was leaning against the toaster.” She handed him the paper. Gray read it quickly, then looked up at Dayna, shocked. She frowned. “That’s not Andrew’s handwriting.” Gray looked at the note again. “You’re right. And he wouldn’t have signed it as Drew.” Looking back up, Gray said, “Dayna, you check upstairs. I’ll check the barn and the lake.” Gray ran out the front door and down to the barn. He found Junior and Crash, by themselves, with all the other dogs missing. Strange. He rushed inside the barn and searched all the rooms and even quickly looked through each kennel. Nothing. He ran out the back door and down to the lake. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Ducks were paddling in the water. The dock was empty. The lake was calm and undisturbed. He ran back through the barn and out the opposite side, where he found Dayna running down from the house. “Did you find them?” she asked, panting. “No. And half the dogs are missing too!” “Where should we look next?” “The woods. But there’s so much ground to cover, I think we’d better call the sheriff.” Gray was interrupted then by a loud, bellowing bark. Spinning around, he saw Amber galloping down the hill toward them. She slid to a stop in front of them, barked twice, then turned and trotted back up the hill toward the woods, stopping to look back at them. When they didn’t follow her, she bayed at them, frantically urging them to come with her. Gray took Dayna’s hand and ran to Amber. The big dog started trotting again, leading them into the woods. They followed as quickly as they could, stumbling and weaving around trees. Farther in they ran, trees closing in now where the woods became thicker. Pressing on, the woods suddenly opened up in a clearing. There on the grass, surrounded by blood, they saw Caleb and King, lying motionless. Just beyond the dogs, grass had been crushed and torn by tires spinning out. Dayna fell to her knees, sobbing. Gray walked forward and knelt in the bloody, trampled grass, touching Caleb’s soft neck. He had no time to mourn. He took out his phone and dialed 9-1-1. *** The sun was setting when the car pulled up to the motel room. Alan turned off the ignition and climbed out. He motioned for Cameron to help Dallas. Cameron rolled his eyes but did as he was asked. Alan opened the back door and took Blue by the arm. “In here, Son,” he said, pointing at one of the motel room doors. Alan unlocked the door and opened it. “You and Dallas will be staying in here. Cameron and I will be in the next room.” Alan had asked for adjoining rooms with a connecting door. Alan unlocked the connecting door and opened it. Cameron helped Dallas into the room. Dallas was hobbling, using a crutch and in tremendous pain. He hopped toward one of the twin beds and fell sideways onto it, groaning and clutching his thigh. Alan shook his head in disgust. “Stop it, Anderson. The doctor said it wasn’t deep enough to do any serious damage. It only took eight stitches.” Dallas glared at the man. It still hurt like hell. “Where’s the food we picked up? I’m starving.” Cameron tossed a bag from a fast food place onto the bed next to Dallas, then turned and walked out. Alan looked at Blue. “How’s your head, son?” Blue stared daggers at his dad, refusing to speak. Alan shrugged. “Be mad all you want, boy, but understand this: everything I’ve done has been for your own good. Your mother will no longer have a say in what happens to you. Now you’re with me, and I’m going to make sure you receive the care you’ve needed all along. And let me make something perfectly clear: prison is where your mom should be right now, along with that … that son-of-a-bitch you’ve been living with. You either cooperate with me, or that’s exactly where they’ll be.” He pointed at the bag of food. “Get something to eat and then go to bed. We leave for Amarillo in the morning.” Alan pointed through the connecting door to the other room. “I’ll be in there,” Alan stated. “But I’ll be listening. No messing around. Just eat and go to bed.” And he passed through the connecting door into the other suite. Dallas turned the bag on its side, dumping bebek escort hamburgers out onto the bed. He handed one to Blue. Blue took it, sniffed, opened the wrapper, and took an angry bite. Dallas sat across from him, refusing to meet Blue’s furious gaze. “You fuckin’ betrayed me,” Blue whispered, not wanting his dad or Cameron to overhear from the next room. No response. Dallas stared at the hamburger in his hand. Blue snapped, “Yeah. I wouldn’t be able to look at me either, if I did what you did.” Dallas sighed and looked up. “Come on, Drew. I had to do it.” “Yeah, right,” Blue sneered. “They held a fuckin’ gun to your head and made ya’ do it, right?” Dallas squinted, studying the younger man. “You just don’t get it, do you, Drew?” “Get what?” “Oh, my God, Drew. You’ve been living with Gray so long you can’t see what he was doing to you?” “What the fuck are you talkin’ about, Dallas?” “He was molesting you, bro. He’s like 27? 28? And you’re 16. That’s just wrong, bro! I don’t care how loving Gray was. It was still wrong. I did what I did for your good. Even if you can’t see it.” Blue looked down and mumbled, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about. Nothin’ ever happened between me and Gray.” Dallas snorted derisively. “Yeah, right. I was sleeping in the room right under you guys. Don’t give me that crap, Drew. I know better.” Blue looked back up, panicked. “You ain’t gonna tell, are you?” Dallas shook his head. “What would be the point? You’re away from there now. You’re back with your dad, and he’s gonna take care of you, so you’re safe.” Blue stood up. “I ain’t so sure about that. I gotta take a piss.” He walked to the bathroom, eyes locked on the floor, shoulders slumped. Dallas pushed himself to his feet and slid his crutch under his shoulder. Grimacing with each step, he hobbled to the door between the two suites and glanced in the other room. Cameron was studying his phone. Alan was sitting in his bed, watching television. “What’s the plan now?” Dallas asked. Alan looked up. “Tomorrow, we head back to Amarillo. I drop you and Cameron off. You two go to the police to let them know what’s been going on up here. While you’re taking care of Langston, I will drive Andrew to a special Catholic center called the Retreat, where my son will be cared for properly.” “I thought we weren’t going to the police?” Dallas asked. “Is that really necessary anymore?” Cameron jumped into the conversation. “Damn it, Dallas, Langston is a pedophile! He needs to pay for what he’s done, and that means sending him to prison.” Or worse, Cameron thought to himself, especially after all the bastard had done to fuck up Cameron’s life. Cameron’s plan for that little bakery shop had been derailed. His reputation had been dragged through the sewers. He’d been forced to shut down the Gay Action Alliance and narrowly avoided lawsuits and jail time for filing false reports with state agencies. He’d had horrible fights with his boyfriend, Terrell, because of it all, and they’d eventually broken up. Oh, yeah, Grayson Langston had fucked up his life in every way possible, and now that bastard deserved far worse than prison. Cameron wasn’t going to back off until he got his revenge. Alan nodded his head in agreement. “Langston is going to regret the day he messed with me. My wife will too. She’ll come back, begging for me to take her in. And I’ll forgive her. And one day, she’ll admit that I did what had to be done for our family’s sake and for Andrew’s good.” Dallas sighed. “Fine. Whatever. I’m going to bed. Can I close this door?” “No,” Alan replied. “Keep it open. I want to keep an eye on you and Andrew.” Dallas rolled his eyes, but didn’t reply. Turning, he hobbled back into the room and fell into his bed. The toilet flushed and Blue came out of the bathroom, stopping at the sink to wash his hands. Then he turned off the light and walked to the other bed, pulling back the blanket and climbing in, dejected and frustrated. Dallas felt sorry for the younger guy. “Come on, Drew. Cheer up. It’s going to be okay. You’re with your dad. He’s gonna take good care of you.” Blue rolled over, turning his back on Dallas. “Easy for you to say.” “Really. It’ll be fine. You’ll see. We’re leaving for Amarillo in the morning.” Dallas decided not to share the plans for talking to the police about Gray. It would probably just upset Drew even more. “Your dad’s gonna take you to a special camp when you get home. Some place called the Retreat. Sounds great, right?” Blue spun around, staring at Dallas, eyes wide and panicked. “What did you say?” “Your dad’s taking you to some place called the Retreat when you get home.” Blue’s eyes instantly filled with tears. Unbidden, his mind flashed back to when he was twelve. Coarse, itchy robes he had been forced to wear. Men throwing holy water on him and shouting scriptures in his face, taking turns praying over him, demanding that he confess his sins. His hands tied together and held high above his head from a hook in a wall. His naked body exposed. The lash of whips striking his back and legs and ass. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing out the tears, and whispered over and over, “No. No. Noooooo.” *** The deputy shook Gray’s hand. “We’ve set up check points on several major highways, and we’re putting out an all-points bulletin. We don’t know what kind of car it was, so that handicaps us quite a bit, but we’ll do everything we can to find them.” “I know you will. Thanks for everything.” “Mr. Langston, I’m very sorry about your dogs.” “Thank you. I appreciate your concern.” “How are they?” “One’s still in surgery. We almost didn’t get him there in time. The vet said he’s in serious condition and may not make it.” “I’m sorry to hear that, sir. I hope he pulls through. And the other one?” “He didn’t survive. He’ll be–” Gray paused and blew out his breath. “I’m putting him in a beautiful spot up in the woods. Under one of the oldest oaks on the property. We’re just praying there won’t be two graves up there.” The deputy nodded sympathetically. He started to leave, then stopped and said, “Mr. Langston, I probably shouldn’t say this, but … sir, everyone down at the department knows what a great thing you and the Wright boy are doing out here for all these dogs. The two of you are held in high regards, just so you know. Sir, we won’t rest until we find him.” Gray smiled grimly. “We’re depending on that, deputy.” The end of MISUNDERSTOOD, Chapter Thirty-Two

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