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Chapter Nine

The Cure

Students rushed out into the school hallway as the bell rang. Several ran to their lockers to get the books they needed for their next class. They only had a few minutes in the interim between classes.

Charlie did not care as he slowly walked the hallway. He loved like a zombie and the only thoughts he had were where the next class was located. He knew he had history with Donald Preston, or who everyone called Mr. P, and even though the late bell rang he cared little about it. He had been spoken to by every teacher for being late but his blank mind cared nothing about tardiness.

Several other students had gawked at him all day but this too he cared nothing about. Why should it matter when all he cared about was walking from one class to the next. He entered the class as everyone stared at him.

Mr. P raised an eyebrow as Charlie entered dressed in his new preppy outfit he had been wearing. This was completely opposite from what he usually wore and no one knew how to react. This was not the Charles Master Esquire they had known but something completely different.

A couple of girls began to whisper as they used their hands to hide their mouths as they gossipped about him.

“Charlie?” Mr. P. called out. “Are you alright?” He asked. Charlie turned to look at him with a blank stare. “Charlie?” Mr. P. said again and when Charlie did not answer he walked over and grabbed him by the arms to examine him. Kyle watched with concern on his face and he ignored Tyler as Tyler looked at him with the same look.

“Are you alright?” Mr. P. asked again.

“...Yes.” Charlie said robotically but the words held no meaning for him.

“What’s wrong with him? Is he high or something?” Someone in class asked. Mr. P. quieted the class and he took Charlie in his hands as if he was about to shake him.

“Charlie, are you on meds?” Mr. P asked.

“On good meds.” Charlie replied but unlike his usual self, there was no display of sarcasm.

“Are you taking: maize starch, hypromellose, talc, methacrylic acid- ethyl acrylate, copolymer dispersion, polyethylene glycol, propylene glycol, benzyl alcohol, and emulsion silicone?” Mr P. asked. Several students looked around at each other and had no clue what was going on.

“Yes,” Charlie replied and he started walking towards the classroom door as Mr. P. let him go.

“Oh my god,” Mr. P. exclaimed under his breath.

“Where’s he going?” Someone asked as they watched him walk out of class.

“His next class.” Someone else remarked having seen him behave this way earlier. Mr. P. was searching a folder next to his desk as the silence was deafening in the class. Finally, Kyle shattered it by asking a question everyone had but was too curious to ask at the moment.

“Mr. P. What’s going on?” The rest of the students joined in by saying the word yeah.

“When I was younger, the main problem that teachers seemed to be having with students was that some had ADHD. I’m sure some of you here have been diagnosed with that.” Mr. P said after he took a moment to steady himself. Several students nodded their heads in agreement. “ I was one of those students. I know what it is like when you can’t stay focussed. A new drug came out that they did not have a name for. It was made up of the chemicals I listed off. I had learned the names because the drug isn’t as good as they thought it was. I wanted to warn others about it.

The drug basically does nothing to help with ADHD. It makes the person open to suggestions by eliminating all inhibitions. By removing any desire and driving force, you get the person to be like a zombie.” Mr. P. explained.

“Like Charlie,” <Student1> interupted.

“So what happened?” <Student2> asked. This made Mr. P sigh deeply.

“I managed to get off the drug but it in turn was very addictive. So much so that I became an alcoholic in order to fill the void the drug left. This is something I’m afraid may happen to Charlie.” Mr. P explained.

“You were an alcoholic?!” <Student1> exclaimed.

“That was a long time ago. I’ve been recovering and trying to help the next generations to not make the same mistakes I have.”

Charlie walked home after school had ended <Bully> and a couple of his friends followed and made fun of him. Charlie seemed completely unaware of their existence.

“Hey faggot, what’s wrong? You suck so many cocks that you blew your mind instead of them?” <Bully> mocked.

“He’s so stupid he doesn’t even know his own name.” One of the other boys jeered. The more Charlie seemed to ignore them the angrier they were getting. <Bully> pushed Charlie to the ground as his friends laughed. Charlie seemed unfazed and tried to stand but <Bully> pushed him down again.

“That’s where you belong, faggot.”

“I… need… to get…home.” Charlie remarked and they laughed again.

“Here’s a present for you.” <Bully> said. as he cleared his throat and spat at Charlie. The spit stuck to his face and dripped a little but Charlie did not react.

“What a sick freak.” One of the boys commented in disgust as they watched him. Charlie watched blankly as they walked away laughing at him. He slowly rose and cleaned himself off before he continued walking home.

His mind was blank once again and all thoughts of the incident vanished. All he knew was that he had been told to return home after school by his mother. His only desire was to obey the orders given to him. He would then wait until he was given something new or until tomorrow came when he was to obey the orders he was given again.

Kyle stood waiting in front of a movie theater in the mall for Jordan’s sister. He began to pace and at one point thought of leaving because he figured he had been stood up. He looked at his watch impatiently and saw that it was only a minute past the time. He regretted letting his brother talk him into this.

A young black girl approached him and smiled shyly. Her clothing in general was what Kyle would consider to be very skimpy. Her blouse was cut low and showed her breasts, which were well endowed. She wore a miniskirt with fishnet stockings. The odd thing was that she wore a pink sweater that did little to cover her up. She was not overweight but she was on the chunky side.

“Kyle?” She asked and her voice had a slightly musical tone to it. This made him smile and he instantly forgot about how annoyed he was.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” He replied and he saw her nervously look over her shoulder. Her expression changed once she was sure her brother was no longer watching them.

“Alright let’s get this over with,” She said as her voice took on a harsh tone. This made Kyle flinch because he had not expected it. “Look, I’m sure you’re a nice kid but we’re both being forced into this. I give it ten minutes then we can split, alright?” She said but Kyle could tell by her tone that she did not care about his opinion.

“Fine,” Kyle replied with relief. He had been dreading this but it seemed to be working out for the best. “Just spread the rumor that we had a good time, for my rep, okay?!” Kyle saw her smile. They entered the movie theater and she saw someone next to the bathrooms and ran to him. They fervently began to kiss as she tossed her sweater and wrapped their arms around with other.

Kyle took the money that Chris had made him take out of his pocket. Chris thought he was broke so he gave him money to buy tickets and food for the date. He bought himself a ticket for a film he had been wanting to see and bought a snack. He lost sight of Jordan’s sister but he really did not care. He only hoped that she could hold up her end and tell everyone they had a great time.

That would hopefully stop people from spreading wild rumors about him. After the kidnapping, people had been spreading all kinds of rumors about him. Some of which were true but even though there was nothing wrong with his sexuality people still looked down on people like him disparagingly

Mrs. Masters opened a letter and started reading it. She had mixed emotions about it as she learned that her husband had been rescued by one of the teams. She was relieved that he had been found and was still alive but when the letter said he would be coming home for a brief visit and debriefing, she feared that he would interfere with her plans for Charlie.

The drugs had been working wonders but she feared that her husband might try and take him off of them. Her husband and Charlie had always been close. She was finally able to dispel the gay demons that attacked her son and she could not let a father’s love ruin that.

Charlie entered and he seemed unaware of his mother watching him as he walked by. She crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the trash as if that would stop her husband from visiting.

“Charlie,” She called out and the name seemed unfamiliar to her having never really used it before. He stopped walking and turned and stared blankly at her. “Clean up the entire house… Now!” She ordered. and he immediately began to obey. She thought to herself wondering if there was a way to get her husband to agree with the plan.

Technically, it was the pastor’s plan and a Man of God surely knew what was best. This was their last chance to free him from his gay demons. They had tried prayer and fasting but Charlie was so wicked that God refused to answer them. Gay conversion therapy was outlawed despite all the good that it did.

Some may say that it abused those that the programs were trying to help but no one ever said freeing a person from demonic gay control was easy. Some may judge her harshly but she knew that her faith was more important than letting her son do whatever he wanted.

There was a sudden knock at the front door and she hurried to answer it. She expected it to be the pastor of her church but instead she found it to be Donald Preston.

“May I help you?” She asked coldly.

“Mrs. Masters?” He asked politely.

“Yes,” She replied as her voice carried an edge of annoyance with the pleasantries.

“I’m Donald Preston, a teacher at your son’s school.” He explained.

“How can I help you Mr. Preston?”

“The reason for my visit is that I’ve become aware that a certain drug has been administered to your son. I’ve come to warn you about the dangers of using it.” He said.

“I am well aware of both the negative and the positive effects of using it.” She replied harshly.

“Then you are aware of how addictive it is?” He asked to clarify because from the sound of her tone she really didn't know nor care about the negative.

“I’m well aware of the benefits of using it.” She replied, confirming his assumption about her.

“The longer he takes it, the more addicted to it he becomes. You are basically turning your son into a drug addict.” He replied as calmly as he could.

“Look Mr. Preston,”

“Donald.” He interupted.

“Donald,” She said sarcastically. “While I thank you for your good intentions, I feel it is better a… drug addict than a homo destined to burn in hell.” She said and Mr. P staggered as if he had been slapped. He could not believe her callus attitude.

“I am a victim of that drug and its effects. If you allow this to continue then you will destroy your son’s life!” He exclaimed. His face turned red as he heard her laugh joyfully. Could a mother be so cruel and abusive towards her own son?

“I hope so,” She said and he could not believe that this was Charlie’s mother.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, it’s almost time for his meds. She said and she slammed the door in his face. He shook his head and walked away.

Jacob held a clipboard that he had taken from the Coach’s desk. He had managed to separate the team into three practice groups the way they had at every practice. For some strange reason the Coach had not arrived for practice and the team was getting antsy.

His promotion had been met negatively, but since the Coach was not here and they had a game tomorrow, they followed his lead so they could get some practice in. Jacob thought the tension lessened the longer he led the team in the practice.

The Coach abruptly entered the gym as he rapidly chewed gum and he had a scowl on his face. He looked around in surprise as the team was busy practicing. He was amazed that they were neat and organized.

Jacob stepped over to him and explained how he led the team while they waited for him to arrive.

“You surprise me Blanchard, you’re not a complete waste of space after all.” The Coach remarked.

Thanks Coach.” Jacob replied gleefully as The Coach gave him a side glance trying to determine if he was being sarcastic or sincere.

“I’m going out for a quick smoke. Keep things running smoothly until I return.” The Coach ordered.

“Shouldn’t you be giving a speech to boost morale?” Jacob asked. It was customary for The Coach to address the team before practice began. The Coach eyed him before responding. He was not used to Jacob efficiently following a set schedule.

“Later, later, you can handle this, right?”

“Sure,” Jacob replied dejectedly. He wondered if The Coach was testing him. The Coach turned and walked out as Jacob shook his head.

In one group that was busy taking practice shots Jordan and Chris spoke in hushed voices to each other as they waited for their turns again. They were trying to be careful in case anyone was listening.

“So I’ve heard her bragging to all her friends on the phone about what a great time she had with Kyle.” Jordan said.

“Seems like they hit it off.” Chris replied as he smiled. He was happy that his plan had worked.

“Yeah, so some of her friends are asking to have her set them up with Kyle. Not sure if I like the idea. I mean technically it was only one date and they're not going out. If she starts passing him around then they’ll never get together.” Jordan said and Chris glared at him.

“You sound like you want them fucking. The point of all this was to get him started so he can build up his rep and then, later on, find someone he can settle down with.” Chris said.

“I’m just trying to set her up with a nice guy. We both know that sooner or later he’s gonna start messing around. I don’t think it’ll be with her but I want her to see that there are nice guys out there. Besides once he gets his dick wet he’ll truly know that he’s not gay.” Jordan explained hoping to ease the tension in Chris.

“I think you’re pushing things,” Chris started to say but was interupted.

“Guys! Switch up!” Jacob called out and the groups changed positions. Chris and Jordan’s group began to run laps around the gym.

The Coach exited the gym and lit a cigarette then took a big drag from it. He then removed a cell phone from his pocket and dialed an unknown number he found on the internet.

“Hello?” A man’s voice answered. He is a detective that The Coach had looked up and hoped he could help.

“Hello, I found your number and it said you are a…”

“Contractor for hire,” He interupted. This startled The Coach because he did not expect that the detective would want to keep it secret.

“I’m hoping we can meet in person to discuss business.” The Coach said.

“When would you like to meet? I can see about fitting you in my schedule.”

“How about Thursday 1800?” He replied then realized that he had slipped into military time and not everyone knew what it was. “What I mean is…”

“Six PM, I know military time. Are you military or security?” He interupted again abruptly. This was starting to bother The Coach because it was rare he let anyone interrupt or talk down to him.

“Former military.” The Coach replied calmly. He figured if this detective could be cryptic then so could he with his responses. He liked it better this way because he hated revealing too much about himself and his past.

“Interesting. I’ll meet you at your home.” The Detective said.

“OK my address is…”

“No need. I would not be good as a contractor if I could not find you on my own.” The detective interupted again then abruptly hung up the phone. The Coach’s mood turned even more sour if that was possible.

He was having second thoughts about hiring this guy. Whether contractor detective, or whatever he was, his attitude was giving second thoughts to The Coach. He had come highly recommended by the reviews he saw online but then those could have been fake.

Still he considered it worth it if the detective could dig up some evidence on Mr. Blanchard. He would know for certain if Mr. Blanchard had been behind his grandson’s kidnapping. He needed to know the truth about what happened.

The kid that abducted his grandson explained the flimsy evidence he had that led him to Believe that Mr. Blanchard was the anonymous voice that called and blackmailed the kid into doing it. It made sense because he was the only one with a motive. Mr. Blanchard had tried to buy a promotion on the team for his son.

The Coach had refused the offer and it made sense that Mr. Blanchard orcastraighted everything in order to get The Coach to give in to his demands. The only thing that held up prosecution was that The kid had no evidence to prove anything. All the blame seemed to lie with the kidnapper but The Coach knew he was too young to think of something like that himself. When he said he had help The Coach believed him.

He had been searching for a way to get the evidence he needed and then today he saw an ad for a detective. If this detective brought him the evidence he needed then the Coach could rest easy knowing that he had brought down Mr. Blanchard

His family would at last get the peace and justice they deserved. No child should be put through what his grandson was and he was going to make Mr. Blanchard pay! .

Inside the Oliver house Kyle was getting a snack from the kitchen when the phone rang and he went to answer it.

“Oliver residence.” He said cordially.

“Kyle?” Jordan’s sister asked in a tone that was sickeningly sweet even for her.

“Speaking.” He replied. She then changed her voice and it no longer had that sugarness to it.

“You like the street cred I’ve been giving you?” She asked. Kyle knew instantly She wanted something.

“Yeah, it’s been great.” He said coyly.

“Good because I need a favor. I’m going out with my boyfriend tomorrow and I need you to run interference so that it looks like I’m seeing you. This way my brother will get off my back.” She explained but not really giving him much of a choice. Still he was curious to see where this goes.

“Sure… sounds like fun.” Kyle said.

The front door of the Master’s home opened as Mr. Masters entered carrying his luggage. He was still dressed in his combat fatigues and he seemed surprised that no one was waiting to welcome him home.

“I’m Home!!” He called out and a touch of fear hit him as no one seemed to be coming. He frowned then he saw his wife casually approach dressed in her housecoat and slippers. Her face had a scowl on it as she stared at him.

“Welcome home… Dear.” She said bitterly to him.

To Be Continued…