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    Family Jewels
    Family Jewels
    Family Jewels
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    Family Jewels

    By Emery C. Walters

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    There is more to this dysfunctional family than meets the eye. Boy meets boy; girl meets girl in transition, and Dad has been up to no good.

    Why did Mom abandon them all those years ago? Where did the cat go, and why does Dad have handcuffs hidden in his room? Fear is a constant companion in the lives of these youngsters, and it’s bound to reach a breaking point.

    Maybe a party would help. Sure -- it’s Father’s Day. Let’s invite another dysfunctional family of big egos to celebrate with Dad and plan a family cleansing accident.

    Can love and happiness grow out of such a scenario, even when the kids are the object of intended murder? Sit around a table groaning with the weight of good food and watch this mystery play out.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherQueerteen Press
    Release dateNov 9, 2014
    ISBN9781611526721
    Family Jewels
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    Emery C. Walters

    Emery C. Walters was born Carol Forde, a name he soon knew didn’t fit the boy he was inside. Transition was unknown back then, so he married and then bore and raised four children. When his youngest child, his gay son, left home, Emery told Carol that she had to step aside, and he fully transitioned from female to male in 2001.

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      Family Jewels - Emery C. Walters

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      Chapter 1

      Two more days until Father’s Day, well, one and a few minutes. Around this house it’s always Father’s day. We need a day when it isn’t his. He’s not physically abusive, don’t think I’m saying that, he just is, is—has to be—everything. You can’t have an idea unless he tells you to have it. You can’t want to go somewhere unless he’s already been there and then he’ll tell you it’s not worth it. And he has to be right. It’s—it’s deadening. And it’s all I have.

      Mom gave up a long time ago. I barely even remember her. Her name was Ruby, after her grandmother. She didn’t like having such an old-fashioned name. She was thin and pretty and smelled good, except when she’d light up one of her ‘funny cigarettes’ as she called them. Took me years to figure out she was smoking dope. I dunno, I was only ten when she left and I’m seventeen now, well, tomorrow. Only one more year and then I am out of this stinking hellhole. Wow, I didn’t see all that coming. I mean I know I’m full of resentment and poison, but I thought I had it locked up and hidden. I have to. If Dad knew how I felt, he’d ‘retrain me’.

      Like I said, he doesn’t beat us. There’s me, Nick, and my sister Crystal, who is fifteen. She doesn’t like her name either and goes by Chris. She’s is the only reason I haven’t left—run away—moved out—before. And I’m going to feel like a rat when I do go. If I make it till then, whenever it is. If I go now, Dad will call the police and report me as a runaway—again. The last time he did that I’d fallen asleep at a friend’s house and nobody let him know. It was an honest mistake, but I knew better than to let it happen again. Anyhow I couldn’t, at least not for the three months he grounded me.

      I didn’t mean for this to be such a downer. I hope Chris understands. But I have to get out of here when the time comes.

      No, he doesn’t beat us. It’s not like that. He’s a bit inappropriate and I always feel like he’s going to come into my room some night, but he hasn’t yet. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a guy or if he’s just not into ‘that’, thank God.

      I’ve even asked Chris if he’s done anything to her, but she said no. I have no reason not to believe her. I know she’d tell me, I mean, I think she would, wouldn’t she? I’d tell if he did anything to me. Though a couple of years ago when he punished me by locking me in the basement overnight, I told our principal the next day, he called the police and I told them, then they called Dad in and he told them ‘his side’ and then everyone just stood around looking at me with pity. Not because of what had happened, but because of my ‘overactive imagination’ and, well, crap. They didn’t believe me; they believed him. Remembering that is making me cry. I guess I wouldn’t tell anyone if he did anything to me after that fiasco. That was so humiliating.

      Sometimes I wonder if Mom isn’t still here, like, buried under her prize rose bushes or something. What kind of mother just wanders off and leaves her two half-grown children like that? Well yeah she smoked dope but I would too if I had to live with Dad—oh wait, I do. But I can’t afford dope and anyhow dope is for dopes. Besides, I tried it once and had a sinus headache that I swear lasted for two weeks. So don’t give me credit.

      Well it’s officially the day before Father’s Day as it just turned 12:02 AM. Happy birthday, self. Don’t expect much. I think I’ll get to bed, maybe listen to some music. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I keep having nightmares that I get up and go downstairs and Dad has turned into one of the those teenage horror movie monsters. And I know I shouldn’t open the kitchen door but it swings open anyhow, creaking, and the audience is screaming at me to not go in there, but I do anyhow.

      Eww. Now I’ve scared myself. It’s bad enough we live in an old house that has too many rooms and creaky old floorboards. I’m always hearing ‘house noises’ and I’m too afraid to go check on them. Some nights I even shove my desk over to keep my door closed. Then I have nightmares about something pushing at the door and the desk starts to slide out of the way. Then I think back to when Chris and I shared a room and wish we could do that again. Except, you know, I’m a boy and she’s a girl. Although she says maybe she’s not. I think she means she’s transgendered but she won’t say for sure. The one time she brought it up years ago, Dad put her down so bad she has never mentioned it again.

      Dad is the king of cutting

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