Breaking into Cars
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Along the way, they meet Buster, a dog that saves their lives; Alvin, who is heading to Denver to sell his car and offers them a ride; and Ducky, a loud-mouthed but loveable woman who is apparently more than just Alvin’s friend.
When a tornado hits, Jack and Brandon have a chance to prove their mettle and show what they are made of. But is there happiness at the end of their journey?
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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Breaking into Cars - Emery C. Walters
Breaking into Cars
By Emery C. Walters
Published by Queerteen Press
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Copyright 2015 Emery C. Walters
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Breaking into Cars
By Emery C. Walters
Well, that went well. Not. Why I had ever thought my father would understand, I do not know.
I’d finally had it out with my father. My father, Deputy Sheriff Underdog himself, I mean, Bartlett, was not best pleased to find out that not only was his number two son gay, but that he’d also been caught trying to break into a neighbor’s car. The fact that said neighbor had taken my backpack from me, blackened my eye, and locked my stuff in his car earlier today, had nothing to do with it. In his eyes, it was all about appearances. Reasons—A.K.A. excuses didn’t matter—I figured it was just me that didn’t matter. It didn’t help that the neighbor was the son of the sheriff, Uberdog Russell, whose son Terry was my age and apparently thought I was easy pickings because, well, you know, gay and all that. However, his nose was broken. Other than his two friends holding me while Terry hit me, it was a fair fight, and I didn’t throw the first punch.
Anyhow, now I was also likely to be facing assault charges because Terry Russell and all his friends said I had struck the first blow and that nobody had hit me back. They said I only needed stitches in my eyebrow because I slipped and fell. But I don’t slip. Yeah my mom had me take ballet for six years after she saw The Nutcracker one year, but it came in quite handy when I switched to karate later on.
My dad, in my opinion, is such a big brown-nosing boot-licking suck-up that he would just as soon see me rotting in jail, being someone’s bitch, as he put it, than stick up for me and listen to—and believe—my side of it. I’m not going to think about how much this attitude hurts me, because if I do I’ll curl up into a little ball and cry, and frankly, I’ve done enough of that over the years. So I have a plan instead, and it involves getting my stuff back and getting away from Dad. Far away.
I’m angry and sad and hurt and confused, all at the same time. There’s no way I could just pick one emotion to go with. I’ll let my body decide what to do, by simply waiting and seeing what happens. You can’t always carefully and calmly plan out every move, though, come to think of it, somewhere under my rage, upset stomach, and wishing I was an orphan, something is clicking around and making an outline, and carefully planning what I’m going to do. I haven’t been let in on the plan yet is all.
I’m counting on Terry’s need to look cool and all-powerful. He’s already back from getting his nose taped—it’s been broken before in football—and it actually looks better now after my little impromptu remodel job. Gays love to remodel, you know…okay, enough of the stereotypes. I’ll try to be bitter and sarcastic without them.
Since they only live across the street, I watched him as he got into his car, powered down the windows, and drove off with music blasting, to the old fashioned root beer stand/diner where everyone goes (a leftover from our parents’ days). Once there he will brag about beating up the queer and borrowing his shit. I’m counting on his need to be cool to keep his windows down and his car unlocked while he goes inside for his brag session. That way everyone will see that nobody dares mess with him or his car, and his cool quotient will go up even higher. I wonder what he will say happened to his nose. Certainly not that the queer hit him. Maybe he slipped?
I’m not just going to reach in and get my stuff, even though I could—no. I’m going to climb in and hide on the floor of the back seat because I know when he leaves he’s going to bring a girl and drive up to lovers leap (so called) which is out of town and near the highway where I can get a ride with a trucker who does not kiss my dad’s and Terry’s dad’s asses. Voila! Terry will be my unwitting accomplice! Maybe with any luck, he’ll get blamed for my disappearance? Maybe I could cut myself and leave a bloody trail in his car…
By the way, I’m Jack; formerly Justin but I didn’t like it; so I’m reinventing myself as Jack. I’m eighteen, barely. A week ago, I was seventeen. I’m heading to California to college eventually anyway, but I think I may just end up at my Mom’s uncle’s ranch in Arizona. She’s always saying Uncle Bill was old and should sell the ranch. I think she wants his money. I think he might just need some help. I’d rather do that than stay here and go to jail; wouldn’t you? Though I don’t know anything about horses or cows (gay—well, you know. But I suppose I can learn). Maybe there will be a rodeo…a boy can hope.
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I’m at the diner now; I can see the kids inside. I see Terry’s car—check; windows down, doors unlocked. Nobody would dare, right? I slip the door open and get in the back seat. I leave my backpack right where it is, patting it and saying nice things to it like it was the dog I never got to have. Oh, we had a dog all right, but it was Dad’s dog and went to work with him. Terry’s smelly old sweats are on the floor and I bury myself in them. They remind me of the locker room at school—another good reason to leave town.
Time passes. Then the door opens and I brace myself, but it isn’t Terry. I don’t know who the hell it is but they slide in on top of me and bury into the old clothes just like I did. A hand presses against my crotch and it’s all I can not to scream. I hear a gasp that echoes my own. Then I hear Terry and some girl approaching, and the person buries themselves in with me, even scooting their head into my armpit. I just hang on. Even if they are an axe murderer, they’re on my side, right? I hear extremely muffled giggling and press my arm closer to my side. The giggles stop and breathing ensues. Good, I don’t need to add murder to my rap sheet. Anyhow I’ve forgotten to bring my knife; so I can’t even kill myself, let alone anyone else.
Well isn’t this pleasant? We’re driving along in his automobile (luckily