Two months
later...
Doctor Foster walked into Jayson’s
room. “Good morning, Jay. How are you feeling?”
“I must admit, better than I have in
quite a while.”
“That’s good. Do you feel up to going
home today?”
If the million-megawatt smile that
lit up Jay’s face didn’t give Doctor Foster the answer to his question, the
excitement that danced behind Jay’s eyes would have.
“You’re kidding, right? I thought we
had more work to do. I’m still having nightmares.”
“And you will for some time to come,
I’m afraid, but you’ve reached the point where I feel that it would be
beneficial to see you as an outpatient, rather than an inpatient. Being home in
familiar surroundings will help the recovery process immensely at this point.”
“I guess. It will be awesome to be
back home, but it won’t be the same.” He said upon reflection.
“Why do you say that?”
“Having separate bedrooms wouldn’t be
the same as sleeping next to Kyle every night.” He said cautiously, unsure of
whether or not Doctor Foster knew they made love in the bathroom, nor if Kyle
saw it as a one-time thing.
“And you’re going to be sleeping in a
separate bedroom because…” He prompted.
“You don’t actually believe he will
allow me to sleep in the same bed with him, do you?”
“You’re right; I don’t believe he’ll
allow it”. He continued, noting the crushed look on Jay’s face. “I’m quite
positive he’ll insist on it. He can’t wait for you to come home and resume your
relationship.”
“Is it possible after all of this?” Jay
asked hopefully
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Walking into your living room and
catching your boyfriend of five years getting fucked in the middle of the floor
is something that is not easily overlooked or forgotten.”
“I had a feeling this might come up.
Listen to this.” He got out a tape recorder and played an interview between
Kyle and himself.
“Kyle, with your permission, I’d like
to tape our conversation, and if the situation warrants, play this tape for Jayson.”
“Okay.” He replied. Jay’s heart
skipped a beat at the sound of Kyle’s voice.
“We’ve discussed the situation
between you and Jayson at length. What do you see happening in your
relationship with him?”
“Doc, it kills me that he’s here and
I can only see him for a few hours a week. I want him home and in my arms where
he belongs. I want him to make love to me so bad that it hurts.”
“What about his cheating?”
“We’ve been over that several times.
I understand he only did it because my life would be in danger if he didn’t
cooperate. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that he would go to such
lengths to protect me. He wasn’t cheating on me. He was being raped.”
“Why do you say he was being raped?”
“Because he was forced into it. He had
no other choice.”
“But he could have gone to his
supervisor about it.”
Kyle snorted. “His stupidvisor, as he
calls him, is such a homophobic prick that he would have fired Jay and had his
security clearance revoked. There’s no way he could do that. No, he had no
choice. The local cops wouldn’t have helped either. The Police Chief wouldn’t
have allowed that.” There was no mistaking the certainty in his voice.
“So I’m guessing you want to pick up
your relationship where you left off?”
Kyle didn’t hesitate a second in
responding. “Absolutely” he said vehemently.
“And if Jayson is not ready?” Doctor
Foster’s tone indicated that it was a very real possibility.
“I’m willing to wait for as long as
it takes. It would hurt to have him sleeping apart from me, and not wanting to
touch me, but it would hurt worse for him to not be there at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t doubt it for a second. I love
him and am committed to spending the rest of my life with him if he’ll have
me.”
Noting the tears rolling down Jay’s
cheeks, he stopped the tape. “Do you still question whether Kyle wants you back
or not?”
His reply was hoarse and choked with
tears. “No. When can I leave?”
Doctor Foster glanced at his watch.
Eleven o’clock. The lunch trays would be passed out shortly. “I’ll call and
arrange for him to pick you up after lunch.” He held out his hand to Jay, who
not only took it, but pulled Doctor Foster into a grateful embrace.
“Doctor Foster, how can I even begin
to thank you for everything you’ve done for us?”
“Seeing you and Kyle back together is
more than enough thanks for me. But an invitation to your wedding would be
nice.”
“You’ll be the first one invited!”
“You’re lunch is here. I’ll see you
in an hour or so to go over your release instructions with you.” With that, he
left Jay to his lunch, went up to his office and called Kyle.
"Kyle, its Doctor Foster. Jay's
going to be released today and I need to talk with you about what needs to be
done. Please call me when you get this message. 555-8732. Thank you. Bye."
Later that day, Tommy arrived with Jay.
Having been given a key in order to take care of the place, feed the fish,
etc., when Kyle and Jay were away, he unlocked the door and let them both in.
They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the shambles the usually
immaculate house was in. Tommy flashed back to the day he found Kyle after he
had been raped. "KYLE?" he called out.
"What's going on, Tommy? The
place has never looked like this before." But Tommy was already
frantically searching throughout the house. Returning to the living room, he
started to call nine-one-one when the doorbell rang. Jay looked through the
peephole before opening the door to admit Agent Hunter.
"Erik?
What brings you here?"
"Jay! It's nice to see you up
and around. I'm here to talk with Kyle." He looked around the room.
"What happened here?"
"I think something's happened to
Kyle. His jeep, bicycle and roller blades are in the garage and there is no
sign of him." Tommy said, frightened.
"He'd never allow the house to get
into this condition. Shit, he'd bitch me out if I left dirty dishes on the
coffee table for more than a couple of hours."
Agent Hunter got out his cell phone
and called for a forensics team to immediately start processing the house as a
probable crime scene. He looked at Tommy. "And who are you?"
Tommy extended his hand. "Tommy
Adams. Kyle and I are best friends. We grew up together."
Agent Hunter glanced at Jay who
nodded confirmation. He shook Tommy's hand. "I'm pleased to meet
you."
"I'm
pleased to meet you as well.
"What
did you want to talk with Kyle about, Erik?"
"CODIS[1] got a
hit from the semen left inside him and AFIS[2]
confirmed the identity of a particularly violent serial rapist, one with a
history of targeting gay men. Unfortunately, there's no known address, and we
don't have a picture of him. I was going to ask Kyle if he could work with a
sketch artist."
"I'll
do it. I'll never forget that face as long as I live."
"I had planned on asking you
after you've had more time to recover from your ordeal as part of the
investigation into your rape and abduction."
"Well, send over the sketch
artist and we can kill two birds with one stone. It was the same guy in both
our cases."
Agent
Hunter raised his eyebrows. "How do you know that?"
"Just before he beat the shit
out of me and left me for dead, he bragged about raping Kyle. He told me that
Kyle was a much better fuck than I was and he didn't need me anymore because he
had Kyle."
"Good enough for me. Between the
two of you, we'll be able to nail the bastard." Agent Hunter then
questioned Tommy to see if he could add anything. "Let's go out for a cup
of coffee so Forensics can do their thing."
Kyle slowly woke up in a small, dark
windowless room that reeked of urine and feces. He had no idea where he was or
how he got there. He vaguely remembered somebody grabbing him from behind and
holding a strange smelling cloth over his nose and mouth before he passed out. Either ether or chloroform he thought to
himself. Slowly he stood up and reached out to try and find the door. Not
surprising, he found it locked. He began to wonder if this was the same room
that Jay had been held captive in. Probably
he thought. How do I get out of here? He
asked himself.
Suddenly the door was flung open.
Kyle quickly put his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sudden bright
light. Rough hands jerked him into the brightly-lit room.
"YOU" Kyle yelled as he recognized his attacker.
The man chuckled sadistically.
"I told you I'd be back for round two, three, and four. You're much too
hot a fuck to let go of. Speaking of which..." He back-handed Kyle across
the face, knocking him to the floor then proceeded to beat him. The last thing
he remembered before succumbing to unconsciousness was his clothing being
ripped from his body and his legs being spread apart roughly. He later awoke to
find himself lying on the cold floor of a dark room, barely conscious and
bleeding, an experience that would be repeated many times over the next few
months.
[1]
CODIS - COmbined Dna Index System – a computer system used by Law Enforcement
Officials to identify people through DNA matching.
[2]
AFIS - Automated Fingerprint Identification System - a computerized system used
to identify criminals from fingerprints left at a crime scene.
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