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Thomas 33
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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
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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-Three
Thomas had been impatient, waiting for a doctor to check out his
cast. But at least now that was over. According to the doctor,
everything was okay. He didn't have to come back for a month.
Today, it was he who pulled Louanne along, madden by her seemingly
slow pace. He urged his mother to hurry up, as they left the elevator.
"I don't understand why we have to hurry so. It's not as if poor
girl is going somewhere. I'm sure she's waiting in her room for us,"
his mother teased.
Thomas ignored his mother as he hurried to Debbie's room. He was
surprised not to see Mr. Williams sitting outside her door. For a
moment, he was afraid something bad had happened.
But once at the door, he saw Mr. Williams standing at the side of
Debbie's bed. Debbie was sitting up, and her face broke into a big
smile when she saw them.
"Tommy! Lou! God, am I glad to see you two," she exclaimed.
Louanne ran to her, and threw her arms around her. Debbie flinched,
and said, "Hey, be careful. The doctor said I have a couple of cracked
ribs. Guess I'm still a bit tender."
Louanne let go and started stammering her apologies.
Thomas laughed, saying, "She has a nasty habit of doing stuff like
that. I think she just likes to hurt people. She did the same thing
to me, yesterday."
Debbie's father said something about leaving them alone, and left
the room. Debbie looked better today. The bruises had turned a sickly
yellow, but the raw redness around her neck, and on her arms, had faded
to a deep pink. The swelling of her lips had also gone down.
Debbie reached out for Thomas, asking, "How's the arm?"
Louanne moved back to allow Thomas to come closer.
"Well, the doctors say it should be good as new in another 4 to 6
weeks." Thomas replied.
Debbie reached up and pulled his face closer to her. Her lips
brushed his cheek as she wrapped an arm tightly around him.
"I'm so sorry, Tommy. I never meant for you to get hurt. I never
meant for all this to happen."
Thomas tried to return her embrace, but his cast got in the way.
"Maybe I should wait outside," Louanne offered.
"No!" Debbie exclaimed. "I need to talk to you."
"Well, I could come back later." Louanne suggested.
"No, I want to talk to you first. And then I want to talk to Tommy.
Tommy, could you wait outside for few minutes? I really have to talk
to Lou alone."
"Sure," he answered, uncertain. When Debbie offered no further
explanation, he reluctantly left the room.
His mom and Bert were seated near the elevators, talking. He waved
to them, and walked to the other end of the hall. He was feeling
disappointed. He didn't know why he felt angry at Debbie for asking
him to leave.
He had wanted to see her so badly. But he really didn't know what
he wanted to say to her. No, that's wasn't right. He knew what he
wanted to say. He just wasn't sure how to say it.
He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. How he felt sorry
about what happened to her. And how he didn't care. No, that wasn't
right either.
He did care about what happened. But he wanted her to know that he
still loved her, despite what happened. He just wished there was some
way he could ease her pain. Some way, he could make all this go away,
so it could be like it was before.
But he knew it would never be like that again. He had changed. And
he couldn't imagine Debbie hadn't changed, too. "God," he thought,
"why did this have to happen?"
Lost in thought, he didn't hear his mother approach.
"Thomas, are you okay?"
"Er . . . sure, mom. I was just thinking."
"Have you talked to Debbie?"
"Not yet. She kinda wanted to talk to Louanne first, so I came out
here."
"Well, just remember, things do have a way of working themselves
out. We don't always understand, but God is looking out for us."
Thomas didn't understand what his mother was talking about. And he
felt awkward as she hugged him and kissed the top of his head.
Glancing down the hall, he saw Louanne run from Debbie's room, crying.
Breaking from his mother's embrace, he hurried toward Louanne. He
saw her run into Debbie's father's arms. As he came abreast of
Debbie's room, Debbie called his name.
"Thomas?"
He hesitated, torn between going to Louanne and seeing Debbie. His
mother, having followed him, pushed him toward Debbie's room. "Go on.
Debbie needs to talk to you. Don't worry. Louanne will be alright.
Go on, now."
He was confused. Everyone seemed to know what was going on, but
him. Debbie again called his name, and he went to her.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed. It was obvious that she had
been crying too. He noticed, for the first time, she wasn't wearing
the standard hospital gown. Instead she wore a cute yellow baby-doll
nightie. He could make out the tape binding her ribs.
And he saw more. He saw her breasts straining against the thin
fabric, her nipples, dark shadows beneath the pale yellow. He saw the
tender shape of her thighs as they met, and the mass of pubic hair
contained within her briefs.
He felt a stirring in his groin, and a twinge of guilt that he
should be having such feeling here and now. Ashamed, he stood a small
distance from her. He could not meet her gaze and looked down at his
feet.
"Please Thomas, don't do that. Look at me."
Slowly he lifted his gaze. Debbie had gotten off the bed and taken
several steps toward him.
"Am I that ugly, you can't look at me?" she asked. "Is what I did
so repulsive, you can't stand to see me?"
"No, that's not it," he stammered. Feeling even more uncomfortable,
he shifted on his feet.
"Is it because I'm not a virgin any more? Because I'm soiled goods,
now?"
"No. I wasn't thinking anything like that. It doesn't matter that
you're not a virgin."
"You say that now. But can you still love me? Will you still love
me, once you know what happened. Once you know what I did."
"You didn't do anything. It was Rodger."
"No it wasn't, not completely. I guess I'm as much to blame as he
is."
"No! How can you say that. You're just upset and don't know what
you're talking about."
"I know what I'm talking about. I've been lying here for the past
two days, thinking about nothing else. I wanted him to do it. Not
like he did, but I wanted him to fuck me just the same."
"I don't understand," Thomas explained, confused. "And I don't
think you do, either. It's just a reaction to what happened. Anyhow.
let's not talk about it now. I just want to be with you."
"We have to talk about it now. We won't have another chance."
"What do you mean we won't have another chance? We can talk all you
want, once you're home."
"No, we won't. But I don't want to talk about that now. Right now
I want to tell you what happened. I want you to know how it happened.
I need you to know."
Thomas was frightened by the urgency in her voice.
Debbie stood there, her arms held out to him. "Hold me please?"
He went to her, and wrapped his good arm around her. She hugged him
tightly to her, his cast caught between them.
"Kiss me?"
He kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"No, damn it. Kiss me!" she said, turning her face until their lips
met.
He lightly brushed his lips against hers, afraid of hurting her.
But she was not satisfied. She crushed her mouth against his, her
tongue forcing it's way into his mouth.
He was aware of her breasts crushed against his chest. Her hips
ground against his. Her hands grasped his buttocks and pulled him even
tighter against her. His penis hardened in reaction, and
unconsciously, his hand went to her breast.
Breaking the kiss, she moaned, "God, that feels good. If you only
knew how much it means to me to feel like this again. Without pain.
Without fear. Please, don't stop holding me like this."
"I'll always hold you like this," he replied."
"If it could only be," she said cryptically. "But we don't have
much time. I still need to tell you what happened."
"I don't know why you keep saying that. We have all the time we
need. And I really don't want to know what happened."
"You have to. I want you to understand, so you don't go on blaming
yourself. There was nothing you could have done to prevent what happened."
Thomas started to protest, but Debbie covered his mouth with hers.
They kissed passionately, their tongues performing a sensual dance.
Once again breaking the kiss, Debbie continued, "I wanted it to
happen. No, let me finish before you say anything. It started out
innocently enough. I just wanted Lou and him to get back together. I
knew she still loved him. What I didn't know was how crazy he was."
"I've been spending a lot of time with social workers and therapists
here. And, I've come to realize that I have some problems I still need
to work on. And they are not all related to the rape."
"I guess I really knew what I was doing, but I refused to admit it
to myself. Being popular meant a lot to me. I would do just about
anything so I could be popular. I used sex. I refused to realize that
by doing so, I was gaining a reputation of being easy, instead of
becoming more popular."
"I couldn't see, no that's not right, I refused to see that the guys
only went out with me as long as I gave them what they wanted. And
once they got all I'd give them, they dropped me for other girls, good
girls."
"You were the first guy I ever went out with who wasn't popular.
And even then, I felt I had to use sex to keep you. Oh, I know you
swore it didn't matter. But I was afraid I'd lose you otherwise."
"But then this thing happened with Lou and Rodger. And suddenly, I
started dreaming of what it would be like if I was going out with
Rodger. I even fantasized that he and I made love. I was so sure that
if I did all the things he couldn't get Louanne to do, he would fall
madly in love with me."
"And then he met me after school on wednesday to set up our meeting
to discuss his problem with Lou. It was incredible. I turned him on.
Me! He fought for control. He thought I expected something in return
for my help. I didn't. Not then anyways. But that night, I dreamed
he made love to me, and I wanted it bad."
"And then Thursday . . ."
Thomas felt a shiver run through her body as she remembered. He
clasped her more tightly and waited for her to continue.
"When we first got there, he was so sweet. And when we touched, it
was everything that I had dreamed about. If he hadn't gone crazy, I
would have let him do anything he wanted, willingly. God, I wanted to.
I might have even made love to Dale, too, if Rodger had asked."
"That's why I'm as much to blame as he is for what happened. If I
hadn't tried to come on to him like that, if I hadn't wanted him so
much, maybe none of this would have happened. I can understand if you
hate me. I deserve it."
Thomas was shocked by Debbie's confession. His feelings were in a
turmoil. She had wanted to make love to Rodger, even though she said
she was in love him. He was angry. She had betrayed him.
But he remembered how he had imagined what it would be like with
Louanne. Wasn't it almost the same thing? True, he never did anything
about it, where as Debbie did. But had she really? Wasn't it still
Rodger who was to blame?
"We all dream about someone else," he thought. "But we don't
usually get the chance to test our dreams. Rodger knew Debbie was my
girlfriend. And he was supposed to be trying to get back with Lou."
Thomas remembered the conversation he had overheard between Rodger
and Dale. He suddenly realized Rodger had planned everything right
from the beginning. Rodger played upon Debbie's weakness. He didn't
want Debbie's help to get back with Louanne. He wanted Debbie.
"I think you're just confused," Thomas said, stroking her hair.
"Someday, you'll realize, that despite what you thought you wanted, it
was really Rodger who was to blame. He simply used you, and your
feelings. I don't hate you. I love you. And I always will."
Tears streamed down Debbie's cheek as she buried her face in his
neck.
"Oh, Tommy. If only I wasn't going away. I need you so much."
"Going away?" he exclaimed. "When ? Where?"
"That's what I didn't want to tell you. I'm leaving tomorrow. The
doctors say I'm okay enough to travel. My father has arranged for me
to go live with my aunt in California. They even arranged for me to
continue therapy out there. Dad'll follow as soon as he can get a
transfer to his company's plant out there."
Thomas looked at her in disbelief. But before he could say
anything, his mother came to the door.
"Thomas, we have to be leaving soon. Don't want to over-tire Debbie
now, do we?"
"Just a few minutes more, please?" Debbie asked. "I'm not tired,
and I still have some things to say to Thomas."
"Well, okay, if you're sure you're feeling okay. But we still have
to be getting home soon."
Debbie waited until Mrs. Wright had left them alone. Thomas started
to speak, but she hushed him.
"Look, we don't have much time. I want you to do something for me."
"You can't leave. Not now. What about us?" Thomas protested.
"There isn't any us any more. I've got to go away, and you've got
to continue your life here. I don't like it, but we aren't being given
a choice. I'll write to you. And maybe someday, I'll come back to
visit you and Lou."
"But I really don't want to live here any more. Not with people
looking at me, and remembering what happened. I need some place new.
Some place where I can get my life back together again. Some place
where I can start trying to change the way I am."
"I love you too, Thomas. But I can't stay here. So the first thing
you have to do for me, is let me go. Leaving is hard enough. Knowing
you're upset only makes it worse."
"I can't do that. I don't want you to leave. Oh, I realize why you
have to leave. And maybe another time, I'd even agree with you. But
it ain't fair."
"Well, I've learned that a lot of things in life ain't fair," Debbie
replied, gently. "But I need to hear you say I can leave. I need to
hear you say you want me to leave."
Thomas fought the tears he knew were starting. He understood Debbie
would never get better mentally unless she left. Reluctantly, he said,
"Yes, you should leave here. I want you to leave if that's what it
takes for you to be happy, again."
Debbie hugged him and said, "Thank you. And there is one other
thing I want you to promise."
"Please, Debbie. No more. I don't think I can agree to more."
"Just this. Louanne. She's suffered as much as the rest of us.
She loved him. And she thinks she's to blame for what happened, too."
"Lou? But she didn't do anything."
"You know that. And I know that. But she thinks that if she had
let Rodger do what he wanted with her, he wouldn't have done what he
did to me."
"I already told her that was ridiculous. If she hadn't refused him,
it might have been her, instead of you."
"Look, Lou has her problems, too. She only ever had one good
relationship, and he moved away before it really started. She's never
known how beautiful it can be between two people. Like it was with
us."
"Okay, so she's as screwed up as the rest of us. What can I do
about that?"
"I want you to show her how beautiful it can be."
"What? You want me to do what?"
"I want you to do to her what you and I did. I want you to do more,
I want you to make love to her. Show her how gentle it can be. Show
her what it's like to experience an orgasm, not once, but many times.
I want you to show her that there are guys out there who really do
care. That there are guys out there who can be loving, and not just
selfish."
"I can't do that. I mean . . ."
"I'm asking you to do this because you love me. I love both of you.
And I want both of you to be happy."
"I can't, Debbie. You can't know what you're asking me to do. It
isn't something you just turn on or off."
"I know you find her attractive. It can't be that hard. Just think
about it. Louanne promised she would."
"She would? You told her about this? How could you, Debbie?"
"Please Thomas, don't be angry with me. This is the last time we'll
see each other for a long time. I just want us all to be happy."
"Thomas? We have to be going," his mother called from the hall.
"Shit! There's so much more I want to say," Thomas said. "What
time are you leaving tomorrow? I'll try to get here before that."
"No. I can't go through saying good-bye a second time. Please
Thomas, think about what I asked you. Louanne has my new address.
Write to me often. Now give me one last kiss."
He no longer fought the tears. He held her as tight as he could,
not wanting to ever let her go. Their mouths connected, and he lost
himself in their embrace.
A hand touched his shoulder. "Please, Thomas, we really have to be
going. Don't make it any tougher on yourself then it already is."
He ignored his mother. But Debbie slowly pushed him away. His
mother pulled him gently from the room as he tried to cling to Debbie's
hand. But Debbie wouldn't follow, and he was finally forced to let go.
Debbie stood there, tears falling like rain down her face. "Good-
bye Thomas. I love you. I'll always love you."
Thomas broke from his mother's grasp. He ran toward the elevators,
avoiding Louanne as she reached out to him. Realizing that the
elevator wasn't anywhere near this floor, he took off for the stairs.
He tore madly down the stairs, slamming into walls as he rounded each
landing. He wished the physical pain would somehow blot out the pain
in his heart.
Reaching the ground floor, he rushed out of the building and started
running. His mind screamed out his anguish as he continued to punish
his body. Finally, he could run no more. He was at last numb.
Realizing he had run quite some distance from the hospital, he started
walking toward home.
Confused, he tried to understand what had happened. He had been so
happy. Now, he wasn't sure if he would ever feel happy again. Was it
really only ten days ago, he and Debbie had first met? Ten days that
had turned his world up side down. Twice. Once, when he had fallen in
love. And now in his loss of her.
He didn't notice the car, until he heard Louanne calling him.
Turning, he was surprised to see them. Slowly, he got in, and sat
there silently. The others, sensing his hurt, also sat there, saying
nothing.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 33 - by T. F. Yank
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