Welcome to Scribd, the world's digital library. Read, publish, and share books and documents. See more
Download
Standard view
Full view
of .
Look up keyword
Like this
2Activity
0 of .
Results for:
No results containing your search query
P. 1
Secrets Are Revealed

Secrets Are Revealed

Ratings:

4.0

(2)
|Views: 188 |Likes:
Published by George Pollock
Living with the mother from hell, with a stepfather from hell thrown in for good measure, grows old fast. But secrets are revealed that make Billy Stone -- ready for this? -- an heir and a Lord.
Living with the mother from hell, with a stepfather from hell thrown in for good measure, grows old fast. But secrets are revealed that make Billy Stone -- ready for this? -- an heir and a Lord.

More info:

Published by: George Pollock on Mar 29, 2007
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial

Availability:

Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as DOC, PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less

01/01/2013

pdf

text

original

 
George Pollock State KidIssue 53
Secrets are Revealed
In the morning, having spent his first night of freedom crying like a distressed baby, Billycrept down the grand staircase of the Narchos establishment and slouched into the bright,fully-applianced kitchen.“He didn't come home,” Mrs. Narchos said, sitting at the kitchen island, sniffling, lookingup at Billy with red eyes.“Why not?”“Probably got drunk and passed out. He's a good provider, but he likes the bottle. Finetime he picked, on the day that I get my son back.”“Does he hit you?”The question, coming seemingly from nowhere, was based on Billy's intimate familiaritywith the strong link between alcohol and domestic violence. It had been a story he hadheard over and over from inmates. The question took Mrs. Narchos by surprise. In areflex action, she shook her head no.“Does he?”“Yes ... like all the rest. Men are pigs!”“Do you want to stay in this marriage?”“I want to stay in this house.”“That may be possible. I might be able to ...”“You don't know about these things.”“I know more than you think.”“Baloney. I saw you on TV. You was a smartass kid struttin' around and mouthin' off. Youshowed how you could put on a suit and memorize a few big words. Now you sit hereand tell me what to do? Well, who the hell are you? You're nothin'.”“I'm just saying that you don't have to live with violence.”“Baloney. He's got all the money. I signed papers.”“Look, I don't want to tell you what to do, believe me. Okay?”“Good.”“Now, I've got some good news. I'm going to be taking courses at Fairview University.I'll be staying in the dorms. I'm really looking forward to it. We'll be able to visit as muchas we want.”“You don't want to live with me?”“I didn't say that.”
 
“You said you're moving out.”“I said I'm going to study at Fairview and stay in the dorms. If I do well, Fairview mayaccept me as a freshman in the fall. It's a great opportunity for me.”“Baloney. You're too young.”“I memorized some big words. Look, I'm being picked up soon and then I'm meetingVera. We can talk more about it later.”“You're going
out 
? You're leaving me all alone at a time like this? How can you do that toyour own mother?”“I'm just meeting with Dr. Bridges of Fairview Memorial. It has nothing to do with you.We have -- or had -- a mutual friend. He'll be here any minute, so I have to get going. I'll be staying in the dorms tonight.”“He's a nigger, ain't he? I've seen his picture. Now you run around with
niggers
?”“Don't say that!”She slapped his face.“Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me! Now I know why they put you in prison.Go ahead and move out. See if I care.”Billy ran out of the house.***Dr. Bridges pulled up shortly after. As the doctor drove them to his office at FairviewMemorial, he said, “Well, how are you enjoying your first day of freedom?”He got a mumbled response.“You okay?”Billy blurted out what had happened.“I'm so sorry, Billy, but now you know why you were a foster child all those years. Anythoughts about it being your fault can now be put to rest. You have just been in the presence of the real reason.”“My own mother. How could she treat me that way? I never did anything to her. Whywould she be so mean and hateful toward me, her own son, that she hasn't seen in years?She treats me like I'm some enemy trying to hurt her. No wonder she's always alone. Shedrives people away, and then she's left with nothing but things. And now she's going tolose even the things.”“She doesn't see it, though, does she?”“No. Why not, Dr. Bridges?”“I wouldn't presume to know.”***They arrived at the hospital and were soon in Dr. Bridge's office, the doctor at his desk and Billy sitting in front of it.“This is the setup when you tell people how long they have to live, isn't it?”
 
“Yes. I sit here and play God.”“Well, God, why did you tear me away from my mommy?”“Remember when I treated you at Mr. Caulfield's?”“Yes, I thought you'd go to the police.”“I thought you were an ungrateful jerk. All you did was give Mr. Caulfield a hard timewhen he was only trying to help you. I told him that he shouldn't waste his time with you,that you were a loser.”“Gee, thanks a lot.”“But Mr. Caulfield didn't listen to me. I'll never forget his words. He said, 'You know,Sam, as I recall, people told me the same thing about you. I told them I saw something inyou. Well, Sam, I see something in young Billy Stone. I think that, like you, he will makeus all proud. Now keep your mouth shut.'”Dr. Bridges got up and went around to the front of the desk and sat back on it. “Billy, Mr.Caulfield saw something in you that I could not. But now I have seen you fight as hardfor your fellow prisoners as for yourself. I have seen you enlist every person and resourcearound you in a just cause. I have seen you risk all and prevail. Mr. Caulfield has beenwhispering in my ear nonstop,
 I told you. I told you
.”“You didn't say much. I couldn't tell where your head was.”“I was doing a lot of thinking. Billy, let me tell you a story. Many years ago when I was14, I lived in the East Side projects. My Mom and Dad did booze and drugs and, whenDad wasn't beating up my Mom, he beat the crap out of me. There was never any food inthe house. Basically, I fed myself by scavenging and stealing on the streets. One day, Ihad just grabbed this lady on Chandler Street -- I was going for her handbag -- when thiscar screeched to a stop.“A white guy jumped out, and he grabbed me before I could get away. It was Mr.Caulfield. He was a lot younger then and, boy, could he move. He returned the handbagto the lady and told her he would take me down to the police station to get what Ideserved. While she watched, he shoved me into his car saying, 'we'll show you what wedo with muggers, young man.'“But instead of taking me to the police station, he drove around for a long time asking meall kinds of questions -- about my parents... school ... my favorite things to do ... what Iliked to eat ... what I wanted to be when I grew up... what I thought about this or that. Itold him I hated being a piece of dirt, that I didn't want to live like my Mom and Dad. Itold him I wanted to be a doctor because a doctor was a
God.
“Actually, I thought he was a guy who liked young boys and that he was going to offer me money for sex. I expected him to pull over at some out-of-the-way place, and thatwould have been fine with me. I figured: have sex with the guy and make a few bucks; itwas better than having my old man come down to the police station to get me.“Instead, he drove me home. When I got out, he gave me a ten-dollar bill. That was afortune in those days. He told me to get myself something to eat. He said that whenever Iwas hungry, I could come out to his place and have some food and he told me how to getthere. He said if I wanted to work, I could also earn some money. His last words were, 'I

Activity (2)

You've already reviewed this. Edit your review.
1 thousand reads
1 hundred reads

You're Reading a Free Preview

Download
scribd
/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->