Walking in a second time was worse than the first time, but everyone pretended like it hadn't happened. "You guys want to play Monopoly with us?" my cousin asked.

"Of course we would," Ely said, although I was going to say no.

"We would?" I asked.

"Of course," he said, pulling me with him. We sat down and I was given the horse piece and we played for a bit.

"Look! I'm a shoe! I'm like that little old lady who lives in a shoe," Jessica said, laughing.

"On no! But you're too beautiful to have had that many children," Ely said.

"He's like…a drug he just makes you feel good all the time," Jessica said.

"So where did you two meet?" Rosa asked.

I looked over at Ely and snorted as he laughed. "Um…"

"Oh come on you have to tell us now!" Jessica said.

It was just us 'kids' but I still wasn't eager to tell them the truth.

"Come on, it's my humiliation, not yours," Ely said.

"But the sad thing was, you're not humiliated by it so no," I said.

"Tell me! Tell me!" Betty said.

"Please?" Jessica asked.

"We met at the cemetery, Ely plowed me over because it was dark. The end."


"Well, okay," Ely said eagerly. "I wanted to be mean to some jock in my school so I had dressed as girl and he totally fell for me but then realized I was a girl and I had to run away from him. I ended up tripping over Gabe in the cemetery."

They laughed. "So did you know he was a guy?"

"Not at first. He really did look like a girl until he talked," I admitted.

"So he really is your cook?"

"Yeah, he's an awesome cook," I admitted.

"I bet you're gorgeous as a girl," Rosa said.

Ely laughed. "Thanks, it was different," he admitted. "Never again will I wear high heels, I about broke my ankle three times," he admitted.

They all laughed again. "That's great."

"Yup. Gabe, can you show me where the restroom is?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, standing up.

I walked through the kitchen and pointed to the restroom before wandering back into the living room. "I'm sorry Gabe," Dad said.

I looked over at him. "Yeah, I know."

"So…are you actually…"

"Let's not talk about that right now. We can talk some other time," I said.

"Alright…what was up with him in the driveway?" he asked.

"Uh…Ely's been…abused and he just…gets scared of people sometimes," I admitted.

"You wouldn't have guessed that earlier when the kid looked like he was gonna kill me."

"Yeah, he surprised me too."


I turned around to see Ely peeking out of the kitchen.

"Can you come in here?"

"Excuse me," I said, to my dad before walking into the kitchen. "Yeah."

"Um…I'm kind of tired…can we go home?" he asked.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just tired."

"You'd have to be dying before you'd ask me leave," I said.

"Stop," he said, trying to pull away.

I grabbed his shirt and yanked it up. Blood had seeped through the bandage on his stomach. "Why weren't you going to tell me about this?" I asked, pulling the bandage off to check his stomach.

"I'm fine."


Dad walked in. "Yeah?"

"Um…we have to go. Where's the nearest hospital."

"I don't need to go to the hospital," Ely snapped. "I'm fine."

"You are not, Ely," I said.

"What happened?"

"He tore his stitches. Do you know where the nearest hospital is?"

"Yeah. You know where the new Wal-Mart is? You passed it on the way down here."


"It's right behind there, there will be signs everywhere."

"Alright, thanks."

"If it takes too long, you can come back here and sleep in the guest room."

"Thanks," I said, taking Ely's hand. "Come on."

"I don't need to go to the hospital!"

"Well, you're going," I said, pulling him out the back door.

"But…I'm fine."

We headed out the door and into the car. We were silent on the way to the hospital.

"I'm sorry," Ely said. "I know I should have told you but…I didn't want to ruin your day."

"Ely, stop, you didn't ruin my day. It's okay," I said.

The hospital was where Dad had claimed it was and we actually got in fairly quickly.

The doctor examined him. "You should have brought this to a doctor's attention when you first tore your stitches," she said.

"How long ago did this happen?" I asked, annoyed.

"Not…that…long ago?" he whispered, looking away.

This damn idiot is going to be the death of me. But she fixed him up anyway and drugged him. Even though she was fairly quick, it was still eight when we finally got out of there. "Do you want to stay at my dad's tonight or do you want to sit in the car for three hours?"

"I don't care."

"Of course you don't," I mumbled.


"If you apologize one more time I'm going to strangle you."

"Well we're still in the hospital parking lot, you might as well strangle me here," he said. "If you don't mind I really don't feel like sitting in this car for three hours. But it's up to you."

"Alright," I said.

I drove back to Dad's. Only my brother and a few others were there including my cousin Rosa and Jessica. They had broken out the alcohol and were playing a game of Old Maid.

"Where'd ya go?" Jeffry asked.

"You're playing Old maid! I wanna play!" Ely said.

"Yay! I'm just going to take you home with me," Jessica said, pinching Ely's cheek.

He had the cards in his hand and he was out like a light.

"What did you do to the kid?" Jessica asked.

"Ely?" I asked, poking him.

"Hmmmmm? Oh!" he said, shaking his head and sitting up. "Why'd you let her give me those pills, they make me tired!"

"She said she wanted you to sleep so I think you should go upstairs and sleep."

"Nope!" he said. "Alright."

He drew one of Jessica's cars and she giggled. "Ha! You have the Old Maid!" she yelled.

"Oh god," I said.

"Tell me about it, they're a bunch of idiots," Dad said, watching TV.

"No, I don't," Ely said.


"I don't have the Old Maid," he said.

"Yes you do."

He held up the card. It was like a doctor or something. "Doctor," he read.

"Huh…I could have swore. It's magic!!!!"

"Jessica why are you so loud when you're drunk?" I asked.

"I'm not drunk!"

"Okay then, why are you so loud when you're not drunk," I said, watching her down her glass of alcohol.

"No I'm not!" she yelled.

Ely closed his eyes and started to doze but quickly caught himself. "I'm not tired Gabe."

"You're not tired just like Jessica's not drunk."

He laughed, but within five minutes he was half on my lap half on the couch and I was playing his hand. Which I won by the way.

"He's so cute Gabriel. I can see why you turned all gay for him."

I choked on the Sprite I'd been drinking.

"Wait what?" Jeffry asked.

"Did I say that out loud?" Jessica asked. "Huh…I think I did!" Then she laughed for a minute straight.

"Wait, you're gay?" Jeffry asked.

"Oh God Jessica you can't keep one thing to yourself?"

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "I really am! I'll make it up to you though. I'll give you my Old Maid," she said, trying to hand me the card.

"You're gay? I knew he was but…you're gay?"

"I think it's time for me to go put Ely to bed," I said.

"How old is he?"

"Please stop," I said. "Just stop. I don't know what I'm doing right now. Okay? Let's not talk about this. I just got back from the hospital and don't need to deal with it."

"Oh my god, did he tear something?" Jessica asked.

"He's fine," I said. "Now goodnight."

"Wait you're going to sleep in the same room?" Jessica asked.

"I'm not sleeping down here with you loud asses."

"Can I join you?" she asked.

"Do whatever you want Jessica," I said.


"Although I'm sure you'd have more fun in Jeffry's bed," I snorted as I walked up the stairs.


Ely was at Abby's house and I was home alone. Well I was until my doorbell rang. I walked over and pulled it open and was started at who was there.


"Do you realize how hard it was to find you?" he asked.

"No, I didn't," I said. "Although I'd think it would be pretty easy, I'm the 'rich' person in this town."

"I didn't realize you actually were rich," he said.

"I forgot your name," I said, holding my hand out.

"I never told you my name," he said. "And you never told me your last name."

"I'm sure you know it now, though don't you?" I asked.

"Yes I do Mr. Monroe. You can call me Mr. Ross. Now may I speak to Ely?"

"He's actually not here," I said.

"But he is living here?"

"Yes he is."

He nodded.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked. Shit what am I going to do now?

"I'd love to," he said, looking far too smug about something.

I let him inside and led him right into the kitchen where I nodded for him to sit. I sat down across from him, nervous as I could be.

"You do realize Ely is mine," he said. "Now that his mom can't be his guardian, he legally goes to me."

"I realize that," I said, trying to feel him out. To see if he was here to get Ely or just bitch.

"What is my son to you, Mr. Monroe?"

"Ely is a really good person, although I'm sure you don't know much about that seeing as you never spent time with him. I love Ely, and I will fight you to keep him here. I may not be his father, but I have money and I can pull a lot of strings if I have to," I said.

"I know you can, but you need to remember kid, I'm not stupid. The only reason I'm here is I have child services crawling up my ass wondering where the boy they just placed in my care has disappeared to. What do you think they'll say when I tell them he's illegally off fucking an older man? That could just…destroy your career!" he said as if it was news to him.

"I'm rich enough you can say whatever the fuck you want and I'll get by. You have no proof at all that I've done anything illegal with him," I said.

"Are you just disgusting? He's a male let alone a seventeen year old. You realize when he gets older he's just going to run off with someone younger."

"You know nothing about him. You don't anything about us."

"There is no 'us' between you two. It's just you fucking a boy younger than you. A boy that's so used to not being loved that he'll attach onto anything that won't beat him."

"So you knew they beat him, why didn't you take him in?"

"I don't want a fag for a son," he said. "I'm actually glad he's taken a liking to you. Means I don't have to deal with him, but that still doesn't save me from these child service assholes."

"I don't get it. What do you want?"

"What do I want? Hmm," he grinned. "I don't know, Mr. Monroe, what would get these assholes off me?"

"When's he turn eighteen?" I asked.

"Four months I think, quite a ways off, don't ya say? You're just raping him of his childhood."

"I don't use him as a fuck toy, you asshole.

"I can still send you to jail."

"You have no proof that I've ever even slept with him!" I yelled.

"Obviously you have otherwise you'd have told me you hadn't the second I said something."

"I guess you'll never know, will you," I said. "Just leave. Send the people my way and I'll see what I can do."

"That's not enough Mr. Monroe! You are depriving me of my child I do say you owe me something more than that."

"Depriving you of your child?"

"Yes, quite literally. You're fucking him up. How old are you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"You're almost thirty, the kids still in his teens."

"I know! Okay? I know what I'm doing is wrong!"

"So why are you doing it?" he asked.

"Because…" Because I love him, right? Isn't that a right answer? "Because I love him," I said.

"Really? You love him? Then why are you ashamed to admit you're with him? Why do you try to hide it from people? That's not love. That's lust, boy. You lust for him. You don't love him."

No…he can't be right, can he? I do lust for him. But I love him too.

"What about your wife? Didn't you love her?"


"Then how can you just drop your love for her so easily and love someone else let alone a male."

"I don't know," I whispered.

"Are you gay?"

"N…" I just shut up.

"Shut up, just shut up. You're not going to talk him into giving you his money," Ely hissed from the doorway. "Get out of here. I will run away again if you make me go back to your home."

The man grinned. "You don't know shit boy."

"I know you're here just for money."
"You two believe whatever the fuck you two want to believe. We'll be in touch, Mr. Monroe," he said, standing up. "I'd be careful if I were you. Statutory rape, will not look good on your records, Mr. Monroe."

"He's never forced me to do anything. We haven't even done anything wrong," Ely snapped. "Get out of here."

"Fine, use him all you want. He has no choice, he's too nice not to kick you out when you have nowhere to go. He really doesn't want you here, Ely."

"Stop it," I said, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Congrats, you know how to screw with words. Now get out of my house before I force you out," I snapped, throwing him out of the chair. He chuckled as he left us there.

We both sat there for a few minutes completely silent, letting his words settle into our minds.

Maybe he was right?

Ely was silent, looking at his hands. "Do you want me to go?"

"You know what I want?"


"I want you to go put on the outfit I bought you yesterday and go wait out in my car."


"Because I said so."

He stood up and walked away without another word.


Thank you for reviewing. And look a quick post and I have another chapter already typed up. Please review! I get emails that say that people have put my story in their alerts but they don't review please!!! I'm begging you.

Guess what's in the next chapter: puppies! Oh and some man on man action *evil grin*