My New Step-Brother - Part 5

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"Do you think there could be healthier ways of exploring your sexuality, Jayden?" The middle-aged psychologist asked as I sat there red faced.

"I wasn't exploring anything!" I growled, Dustin glaring at me from the side.

"Well you were trying" Dustin snarled "until my son knocked you on your ass!"

I snapped my head around, ready to bite back until Dr. Richards spoke again.

"Speaking of which" he said calmly to Dustin, "where is your son?"

Dustin adjusted himself in the chair as though he were about to make a speech.

"He's actually quite traumatised, doctor" he smirked "doesn't want to be in the same room as this pervert".

My nostrils flared as I thought about Tucker saying those words. Saying them after everything he'd said and done. My blood boiled.

"So really what we have is, one young man who vehemently denies these allegations, and the only other person who can confirm them, isn't here?" Dr. Richards continued, his voice as soft as a Summer's day.

Dustin snarled.

"I can confirm it!" He barked

"What exactly can you confirm?"

"That this little freak, tried to suck... Tried to molest my son!"

The psychologist studied me carefully, his eyes scanning me from head to toe as I thought about all the terrible things I wanted to do to Dustin and his horrid son.

"You mentioned, multiple times actually, that your son is a professional boxer, is that correct, Dustin?" He asked, turning back to him.

"That's right" he replied smugly.

"And you also mentioned that your son shoved him so hard across the room that he... What way did you describe it again?"

"His head near came through his asshole" Dustin smirked and both my mom and the doctor looked unimpressed.

"Haven't you questioned why he only did that when you entered the room, Dustin?" Dr. Richards asked seriously, and Dustin's face turned puce.

"What are you insinuating, doctor?"

"I think you should have a chat with your son".

With those words, Dr. Richards stood up, shook my hand and ushered us from the room. A feeling of great satisfaction washed over me as we drove home.

"Fucking shrinks" Dustin growled, his fists clenched so hard around the steering wheel they shook.

"Good for nothin'!" He barked.

"It was your idea to go" I hissed from the back seat, still both mortified and furious.

"Keep quiet you" he spat, his eyes glaring through the mirror "I think you've caused enough trouble".

The only reason I didn't continue was because my mom was now visibly upset in the front seat.

"See what you've caused?" Dustin pressed "your poor mother!"

I shook my head and watched out the window as a dull rain began to fall. This wasn't fair. Tucker was the one who created this whole thing, and yet I was being blamed for it.

When we returned home, I darted straight to my bedroom. I couldn't stomach any more time with Dustin. The man was as vile as his son, and I laughed bitterly as I recalled the moments when I wanted to thank him for bringing such a wonderful human into the world.

I slammed my bedroom door shut and fell onto my back on the bed. The humiliation of having to discuss it with Dr. Richards in front of my mom would take a long time to abate.

As the rain crashed against my bedroom window, I felt my eyes become heavy. It had been two days since Tucker went back to his mom's place, and it had been two days of anger, hurt and questions.

Was it all a joke? Was Tucker just like his dad, and only wanted to humiliate me? If so, he'd gone to great lengths to do it.

I was too angry to give him the benefit of the doubt, and evidently, he didn't care whether I did or not, considering he was packed and gone by the following morning.

My heart hurt as I lay there. How could I have been dumb enough to think that someone like Tucker would ever be interested in someone like me?

I grabbed my pillow and pulled it in front of me, imagining that it was his stupid, beautiful face, and driving my fist into it, and then I felt it.

There on my bed, something that had been hidden by the pillow, a white envelope. My heart jumped slightly as I stared at it.

My name was written, rather clumsily, on the front, and I grabbed it and tore it open instantly.

It wasn't long, but I began to read.

Jayden,

I don't know how you'll ever forgive me for what I've caused between you, your mom and my dad. I know that an apology is useless, but I'll say it anyway. I'm truly sorry for what I've done and how I've made you feel.

I don't expect you to accept it, and I don't blame you either. I've ruined everything, but most of all, I've let you down, and for that, I'll never forgive myself, even if you do.

I think it's important to let you know why I reacted like I did. It wasn't because I wanted to get you into trouble, I promise you that.

As I'm sure you're well aware, my dad is a very bitter, very angry, very small-minded man. I've grown up hearing the vile abuse that spews from his mouth so I know how he feels about people like us. I know it's no excuse. I should have been man enough to stand up to him, but I was scared, and I reacted poorly, and I'm sorry.

I don't know what's happening between you guys at the moment, but whatever it is, it's my fault completely, so please take this letter as a confession. I was the one that initiated everything in the showers. I came onto you, and then I blamed it all on you and I'm disgusted with myself.

Show my dad this letter if you need to, and if you can ever find it in your heart to forgive me, let me take you out to dinner. My phone number is on the back.

Love,

T

I read the letter over and over and over again. Each time I did, I became less angry, but had more questions.

Tucker was gay. Not just a curious young man, trying to explore his sexuality, no. He was gay, and he'd known for a long time, but fucking Dustin had unknowingly kept his son hidden in the closet.

This letter was huge. Not only would it get me off the hook for everything, and give my mom a bit of peace knowing her only son isn't some molesting pervert, but it would wipe that nasty grin off Dustin's face once and for all.

His manly, masculine, amazing son was gay, and there it was in black and white.

Part of me wanted to rush downstairs with it, slam it on the kitchen table and sit back while the fireworks began, and then I thought more of it.

Would it be the right thing to do? To out Tucker because of a mistake he had made? Sure, it was a very big mistake, and technically he'd given me permission to do it, but could I really stoop that low to save my own skin?

I read it once more, my heart skipping a beat as I scanned the last few sentences.

I'd never been on a date before, but was this an offer of a date? Perhaps I was reading into it too much, maybe he simply wanted to apologise in person.

I sighed. I'd been accused of something terrible, forced to recount a version of the situation that implicated neither myself nor Tucker, all in front of my mom, Dustin and a god damn psychologist. Even when Dustin sneered and asked me why my 'dick was hard', and my mom groaned, I still couldn't bring myself to tell the truth. That it was Tucker who had made it hard!

After all of that, was I really prepared to accept this stupid letter? I needed to talk to him in person. Not to go on a date, or gaze into his beautiful, breathtaking eyes, not really.

I messaged him before I could talk myself out of it.

I think we should talk about it face to face. Like men.

I stuffed my phone under my pillow and lay there, pondering. It was just my luck. Finally I thought I'd found someone, perhaps even just a friend, who didn't think I was a weirdo, or a freak, and maybe Tucker didn't think those things, but what he'd done was too far. How could I ever forgive him for that?

My phone buzzed and I almost wet my pants, ripping it from under the pillow and reading quickly.

Sure, meet me at Casa Vitos at 8. I heard you tell your mom you liked Italian.

My heart melted as I read it, and then I remembered everything once more and responded with a single thumbs up. As difficult as it was to stay angry at Tucker, I wasn't going to be a doormat for anybody, and he was going to make up for this, one way or another.