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Thomas 32
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
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-- Chapter Thirty-Two
When Thomas regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a bed
in the Nurse's office. Behind the nurse, stood the principal and two
uniformed policemen. They had put a splint on his broken arm, and
bandaged his bruised, and now swollen, knuckles.
He thought it was funny that his hand hurt more than his arm. He
groaned as he tried to lift his head. "God, I hurt," he thought.
"Is he awake?" asked the principal.
"Please, Mr Fenton," said the nurse, "the poor boy has been through
so much. He needs quiet. And we should get him to the hospital to
have that arm x-rayed."
"There's plenty of time for that, ma'am," one of the police officers
said, moving closer to Thomas. "Son? Can you hear me?"
"Please," protested the nurse. "Can't your questions wait until
later? I just gave him a sedative to help the pain."
Ignoring her, the policeman again spoke to Thomas, "Son, do you
understand me?"
Thomas just wanted to sink back into oblivion. But the policeman
was persistent and continued to question him.
"Son, you have to help us. Why did you attack that boy?"
"Because he did it," mumbled Thomas.
"Did what? What did he do?"
"He did that terrible thing to Debbie. I love Debbie."
"We all love Debbie. But what did he do to her?"
"He was the one who raped her."
"How do you know that? Did he tell you that?"
"Yeah."
"What did he say, son. Come on, don't flake out on us now."
"He said he stuck her with that knife. He called it snake."
"Called what snake?"
"The knife. He called the knife snake. And he said he used it on
Debbie to make her do those horrible things."
"And did he say anything about there being anyone else there?"
"I gotta go to her. She needs me. I gotta protect her from him."
"It's okay, son. He isn't going to hurt anyone else, we promise.
But did he say if someone else was there when it happened?"
"He mentioned Dale."
"Dale? Dale who?"
"I suspect I know who he's talking about," the principal offered.
"I don't believe Dale is at school today, but I can get you his
address."
"Good," replied the officer. "Don't worry son, your girlfriend is
safe. And soon you'll be taken to the hospital to have that arm
checked out."
The second policeman asked the principal to show him Dale's address.
He said to his partner, "I call this in from the office. Central will
send a car to pick up this Dale character."
"Okay," replied his partner. "And then we can take that one to the
hospital," indicating the still unconscious form of Rodger, laying on
another bed in the room.
Thomas noticed Rodger, and tried to get up. The officer placed a
hand upon Thomas' chest and gently pushed him back down.
"Don't worry kid. He ain't going any where under his own power for
quite awhile. You really punished him good. You just worry about
getting yourself better so you can see that girlfriend of yours."
Turning to the nurse, he said, "I'd take him in my car, but I don't
have the room with the other one. I'll have Central dispatch an
ambulance for this kid."
The nurse agreed, and after telling Thomas not to move, she went to
help the officer move Rodger onto a gurney. Thomas heard they take
Rodger from the room, and then he slipped once more into sweet
oblivion.
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Thomas again drifted upward to awareness. He opened his eyes and
tried to focus. But it took too much effort. Slowly he became aware
of his body. His arm throbbed lightly, and felt very stiff. His
knuckles burned. He tried to recognize the smells and sounds around
him. Slowly, he realized he was in a hospital.
Again he opened his eyes, and successfully focused on his
surroundings. He saw he was in a bed surrounded by those privacy
curtains. Turning his head slightly, he saw his mother sitting by his
bed. She smiled, and lovingly caressed his face.
"Are you feeling okay?" she asked.
He tried to reply, but had trouble making his mouth work.
"Just rest," she said. "The doctor said it would take you a while
to fully regain consciousness."
He managed to get his lips to move and croaked, "Water."
His mother gently lifted his head, and placed a glass against his
lips. He tried to sip, but most of the water ran down his chin. Again
he tried, and this time managed to get a mouthful. The fog was
clearing from his brain, and he felt the pain in his arm more sharply.
He let out a low moan, and his mother lowered his head to the
pillow. The curtain parted as a young doctor entered.
"I see we've returned to the living. How do you feel?" the doctor
asked.
"Terrible," Thomas groaned.
"Well, we'll do something about the pain, in a minute. But first, I
want to check you over. Think you can sit up?"
Thomas tried to, but only managed to lift his head off the pillow.
"Here, I'll help," the doctor said, gently helping Thomas into a
sitting position.
The doctor checked Thomas's pulse and heart beat. He then shone a
light into his eyes.
"Well I guess you'll live. You'll have a bit of pain for the next
couple of days. But we'll give you something for when it gets too bad.
Actually you had a pretty bad break there."
"You fractured both the radius and the ulna, the two big bones in
your forearm. You'll have to wear that cast for at least a month, more
likely 6 weeks. Fractures can be more painful than complete breaks,
sometimes. But you're still young, and will heal quickly."
"If you're feeling up to it, you have a couple of visitors to see
you. And when you're feeling a bit more sturdy on your feet, you can
leave. But we want you back tomorrow to check on that cast. And we'll
want you to come back in 4 weeks for another x-ray."
"Don't worry, he'll be okay," the doctor said to Thomas' mother.
"He's made of some pretty tough stuff. I'll go see about that pain
killer. And before you leave, I'll write you a prescription for some
that you can give him at home. I'd recommend he stay home for a few
days to rest. But after that, there's no reason he can't return to
school. Or any other activity that doesn't require the use of that
arm."
No sooner had the doctor left, when the curtain opened again. It
was the policeman who had spoken to Thomas at the school.
"I won't stay long," he said. "Just wanted to see how you were
doing. And to let you know that we laid charges against that kid,
Rodger, and his friend. When my partner went to question him, the
second kid confessed everything. And when we confronted Rodger with
Dale's confession, he also confessed."
"So all we need now is to wait for Rodger to get well enough to
stand trial. You did a pretty good job on him. He's got a couple of
cracked ribs, a fractured jaw, and a real pretty smile now that he's
missing a few teeth."
"Doctors think they can save his, er . . ." The policeman glanced
sheepishly at Thomas's mother. "They think they can save the family
jewels, if you know what I mean. But they ain't too sure if he'll ever
father too many off-spring. Seeing how he turned out, I can't say that
would be much of a loss to humanity."
"Anyhow, like I said, I just wanted to see how you were doing. So I
won't bother you much longer. Oh, by the way. Seeing as they
confessed to everything, you probably won't be needed for the trial.
Just thought you'd like to know. You take of yourself."
As the officer left, the doctor returned.
"Well, I'll just give you this shot, and then you can see the rest
of your visitors."
"What is it?" Thomas asked.
"Just a pain killer," replied the doctor.
"No. I'm okay. I don't like the way it makes me feel," Thomas
protested.
"Are you're sure? You don't need to play the hero, you know."
"I really don't like the way it makes me feel. And the pain isn't
that bad, now," Thomas said.
"Well, if you're sure. But make sure you get this prescription
filled. Take a couple of them before you go to sleep. During the day,
take two, as needed. There is going to be pain. So let the medication
help you, when you need it. Remember, we want to see you again
tomorrow."
Mrs. Wright took the prescription from the doctor, and thanked him
for all he had done.
"Are you feeling well enough to receive some more visitors?" the
doctor asked Thomas.
"More visitors?" asked Thomas.
"Seems you have two good looking women out there, just dying to see
you. Someday, when you have a chance, you'll have to explain to me
your secret," the doctor chuckled. "Should I send them away, so you
can rest?"
"No. Don't. I guess I'm feeling well enough."
"Okay. But don't forget to take those pills before you go to sleep
tonight," the doctor said as he left.
"Don't strain yourself, Thomas," his mother said, caressing his
face. "If this is becoming too much . . ."
"I'm okay mom, really," he replied. He was a bit embarrassed by her
display of affection.
The curtain again parted, as Louanne came running in. Thomas could
see her mother behind her.
"Oh Thomas, I was so worried when I heard they had to take you to
the hospital," she said as she tried to hug him.
He let out a groan of pain as she accidentally jostled his broken
arm.
"Oh god, what did I do? I'm sorry," she cried, pushing away from
him.
"It's okay, dear," Thomas' mother said. "We just have to be careful
of his arm. "How are you, Mrs. Raster?" she asked.
"Please call me Sue," she replied. "We were so worried about
Thomas. When Louanne told me what he had done, and that he was taken
to the hospital, I was as frightened as she. But when we arrived, and
the doctor explained that Thomas was going to be all right, I felt a
lot better. And how are you holding up? Is there anything I can do?"
"I've had better days," Edna Wright answered with a smile. "But
we'll be going home soon. As soon as Thomas feels up to it, and I can
call for a taxi."
"Please let me give you a lift," Sue offered.
"Oh, we couldn't impose, really."
"Please. We are going that way, anyway. And there's plenty of room
in the car. Doesn't make any sense, you two taking a cab."
"Well, if you're sure it wouldn't be any trouble. I don't want to
keep you waiting."
"We still want to check in on Debbie. I wonder if they told her yet
all that has happened?"
"Can I go, too?" Thomas asked.
"You heard the doctor, Thomas. He said you were to rest," his
mother said.
"But I'm fine, really I am. And you already said I could this
morning."
"That was before you were hurt," she replied. But when she saw the
disappointed look on his face, she relented and said, "Well, if you
promise not to tire yourself too much."
"Thanks, mom," Thomas said, nearly jumping out of the bed.
"You be careful, young man. My heart has had enough excitement for
one day," his mother scolded as she held out a hand to steady him.
"I'll make sure he's careful," Louanne offered, helping him put his
broken arm in a sling. Taking hold of his good arm, she led him out of
the room and headed to the elevators.
Thomas thought the elevator would never get to the right floor. He
also wondered if they had told Debbie what had happened. And whether
knowing that Rodger was now in custody, would help her get better any
faster.
As they stepped out of the elevator, Thomas again saw Debbie's
father sitting outside her room. He felt awkward about meeting the
man, but Louanne was pulling him forward.
Bert Williams noticed them approaching, and went to meet them. He
offered his hand to Thomas, and said, "Don't know how I can ever repay
you, but I'm mighty thankful for what you did."
Thomas blushed as he shook handed. "I didn't really do all that
much. I . . ."
"Don't be modest, young man. The police told me everything. I'm
sorry you got hurt. But that was a damn good thing you did. You
should be proud."
Sue Raster introduced Edna, and asked how Debbie was doing.
"Doctors say she'll be fine. She was awake when the police came.
And when she was told about what Thomas did, and how that bastard,
Rodger, had been caught, she broke down and told the social worker
everything that had happened to her."
"Afterward, she just cried. I was worried when it seemed as if
she'd never stop. But they said it was a normal reaction to having
held it in for so long.
"She started calling your name, Thomas. But when they told her you
were hurt, and were in fact in the hospital too, she became hysterical.
They just gave her another sedative about a half hour before you
arrived. I think she's sleeping now. But if you want, you and Louanne
can go in to see her."
Louanne pulled Thomas into the room. Debbie really didn't look any
better than she had yesterday. But Thomas noticed that the look of
terror was gone. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
"I still can't believe it," Louanne said. "I knew he could get
rough sometimes. But to do something like this. How could I have ever
thought I loved him?"
"Who knows what went on in his mind," Thomas said. "He was my best
friend for years. Even when I heard him say it, I still had trouble
believing it was him."
"Maybe if I had been more willing," Louanne said, softly. "You
know, maybe if I hadn't refused to . . ."
"And maybe it would have been you lying there, instead of Debbie.
You can't blame yourself. Rodger's sick, very sick. I don't think any
of us could have prevented what happened. But maybe now, he'll find
the help he needs."
Louanne placed an arm around his waist, and rested her head on his
shoulder. "But why did it have to happen to her. All she ever wanted
was to make people happy, to have people like her."
Thomas placed his good arm around Louanne's shoulder, and gave her a
gentle hug. "I don't know," he answered. "I don't think we'll ever
know."
Sue Raster entered the room. Speaking in a whisper, for fear of
disturbing Debbie, she said, "We better get going, sweet heart. Thomas
should be resting. And we don't want to wake Debbie. She needs sleep
to help repair the damage to her body, and her mind."
When they were again in the hall, Bert Williams said, "I'd
appreciate it if you two kids could come back here tomorrow. I think
Debbie would be happy to see you two. Particularly you, Thomas."
Edna spoke up. "Well, Thomas has to come back tomorrow so they can
check his cast. I can pick up Louanne on the way."
Sue Raster interrupted, "But I have the car. Maybe it would be
better, if . . ."
"I have a car, too. I don't use it to get to work, normally. I was
at work when the school called and said Thomas had been taken to the
hospital. I grabbed a cab, knowing I'd have to take another one to get
home. But, really, it would be no trouble to pick Louanne up
tomorrow."
Promising to see Debbie the next day, they left. On the ride home,
the grown-ups sat in the front, leaving Louanne and Thomas alone in the
back seat. Louanne moved close to Thomas, and rested her head on his
shoulder. Enjoying the feel of her against him, he felt a twinge of
guilt.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 32 - by T. F. Yank
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