Zach’s Perspective
I was looking forward to a weekend off, I’d earned it, we all had! So much had happened this past week. Seth and I had both been neck deep in shit all week between getting Frankie off the streets and trying to sort out his situation and reconnect him with his father, and getting Karen set-up on her path to freedom, not to mention the on-going shit storm we called the Westin-Hall family. The kids had been nonplussed about the Karen situation. She was back in their lives, but in a whole new role… I was surprised that they it didn’t things didn’t seem to change too much. Freddy told Seth the first night she was free, that he liked having her visit his house, but wanted to confirm that ‘me n’ Izzy still get to live with you and Daddy Zach forever like he said when you ‘dopted us. Right?’ That pretty much signaled us that he understood the situation. Karen called him her little man… he really was a little man. Him and Teddy were both mature beyond their years. Yup, without a doubt, I had earned a weekend, but it would have to wait.
Friday night I left the office to pick Frankie up from the candle factory and accompany him to the police station for the big reunion with his dad. The rest of the gang was coming to our house for Pizza Night, but Seth would have to handle it on his own until I could get there. He had been calling and texting me constantly all day, he was so worried about Frankie’s mental state. Frankie and I talked in the car on the way over, he was a shy kid. “So, tell me about the best memory with your dad” I said trying to get him to think happy thoughts.
He was very young when his mom took him away, and frankly she did her best to ensure he didn’t remember much about his dad, but he had a few memories, all good. Frankie was sharing his few memories with me, and then paused, “Ya’ know, I can’t ever remember him, being upset, or mad, or mean… and honestly, I can’t remember my mom ever being nice; to anyone.” It sounded like his father did his best to keep Frankie at a safe distance from his mother.
We pulled into the parking lot of the police station… holy shit! There were news trucks from Raleigh and Charlotte parked there waiting. “Is this for us?” Frankie asked.
“I don’t know” I said as I did a U-turn and left the lot. We pulled into the parking lot of a nearby shopping plaza and I called detective Grubbs, he answered immediately. Apparently, word got out that there was movement in the Samuel Willis case after thirteen years and the press was eating it up. “Have you even pulled the warrant for Marnie Morris yet?” I asked.
“Not officially, it’s in process and this could screw things up. If she gets word before The Polk County Sherriff can get her in custody, she could run” The detective said. Then he gave me instructions to a back entrance to the police station and told me that officers would meet us there.
“This is scary” Frankie whispered.
“This is why I wanted to come with you.” I answered then went to the back entrance as instructed, the media waiting out front didn’t seem to notice. There was a fenced in lot with barbed wire on top, an officer greeted us at the gate, checked our ID’s than the gate slid open and let us inside. Two officers met us at the car and escorted us into a back entrance, down a long hall, and into a small room to wait.
We waited several minutes for Detective Grubbs to join us, “Hey guys, good, you made it through the gate, I’m sorry about the media circus out there.”
“I just hope they don’t screw things up” I responded.
“The silver lining is that it gives us the excuse we need to expedite everything, the sooner we get her in custody, the better.”
“What about Gary?” Frankie asked. “Are they gonna arrest him too?”
“We don’t have enough evidence yet, but we’re working on it. Your testimony helped, We found a RAV4 that was registered to him at the time of the abduction, if we can prove it’s the car she drove you to Florida in, then we can demonstrate that he was in on the plan and might be able to build a strong enough case against him.” Detective Grubbs walked us through the case they had compiled against April Willis a.k.a. Marnie Morris and checked in with Frankie along the way to make sure he had his facts straight. He received a text while we were talking then turned to the timid, shaking little guy and asked, “Okay, they’re done with your dad… you ready to see him?”
Frankie gulped, took a deep breath, inhaled, then stood, nodded his head, and said in a shaky voice, “Yup. I’ve been ready for thirteen years.” The detective led us down another long hallway and into a more pleasant room with comfortable furniture and calming lighting. When we stepped into the room, there was another detective sitting next to a nice looking guy about Brad and Scotty’s age… the guy favored Frankie, it was obvious the two men had been swimming in the same gene pool. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt with a nicely trimmed beard and a nervous look on his face. That nervous look turned to one of relief, then elation when he recognized his son. No words were exchanged as he stood and the two men made their way towards each other, Samuel Willis Sr. wrapped the man who was born Samuel Willis Jr. in a tight embrace and the two men just sobbed on each other’s shoulders. It was one of the most emotional things I had ever witnessed. “I am so sorry, I am so sorry,” Samuel Sr. sobbed. “I was supposed to protect you from her. I tried; I swear I tried.”
“I thought you hated me” Frankie whispered.
“I never stopped looking for you” no more words were spoken for several minutes. Their emotions enveloped the room, a father and son who had lost each other and all hope of ever reuniting… together again after thirteen years. You’d have to have a heart made of freaking stone not to be touched.
After the long, heart wrenching embrace, the two sat down and talked, catching up on thirteen years of life. Samuel Sr. asked his son all about his life. Frankie told him his story, from his mother picking him up from kindergarten and whisking him off to FL, to an abusive stepfather, to leaving college to search for his father. His father looked into his eyes and held his hand the entire time, I could see the pain on his face as he listened to his son’s tale. When Frankie was done, his dad asked him to tell him about the good times in his life. At first, I was surprised by his request, but then the fathering instincts in me kicked in... he needed to know that his son’s life wasn’t a complete pit of sadness, abuse, and hopelessness. It was clear that he held his son’s abduction as his own personal failure as a father and needed some glimmer of hope that his boy had a little happiness in his life. Frankie told him about the summers with his stepbrother, Parker, and how they’d play minigolf, or ride go-carts, and one year they even went to Disney World. Frankie’s entire demeanor changed as he shared the few happy moments of his life with his long lost father, and Samuel Sr. did his best to let his own guilt go.
Next, Frankie asked his father to tell his story. “We were only sixteen, when you were born, we got married at the courthouse on your mother’s eighteenth birthday. We moved into this crappy, rented trailer, it was all we could afford. I was working a lot at one of the mills over in Riegelwood, I took every shift they’d give me so I could put a little money away. A couple of years later we bought the trailer we were living in, I was always fixing something, but I was so proud to own something of our own, but your mother was never happy. She struggled with depression, when she wasn’t depressed, she was mean. She yelled at me constantly and snapped at you. One day I saw her slap you, that was it for me. From that moment on I did my best to keep you away from her, you were by my side 24/7. When I fixed things in the trailer you helped. My sister, your Aunt Trudy, and grandmother would pick you up sometimes when I was at work to give you a break from you mother. My whole family helped look after you. By the way, they’re all over the moon that you found me and want to see you.”
Frankie smiled a sad smile, “I don’t really remember them, but I remember following you around fixing stuff. I had a little plastic tool belt with wooden tools… and, and a yellow hard hat.” His eyes lit up as the past became clearer to him.”
Samuel Sr. smiled knowing that his son hadn’t completely forgotten their time together. “Do you remember me taking you fishing?”
“YES!” Frankie said almost jumping out of his seat, “I had my own fishing pole, it was yellow and we used to go to some pond, and you’d bait my hook…” he went on and on about fishing with his dad as the old memories flooded his mind, his face absolutely glowed as the memories replaced his pain.
“You know, I still have your fishing pole and your toolbelt” his dad said. “They were in the shed some of the only things that survived the fire.” After the happy moments discussion came his recollection of coming home to a pile of ashes and thinking his family was dead, then coming to the realization that his clinically depressed, nut job of a wife had taken off with his five year old son. He talked about the depression and hopelessness that followed. “About six years later, I took a job with a construction company in Nashville and met Caroline, we got married and a couple years later had twin girls. They’re five years old now” he said as he pulled out his phone and started showing Frankie pictures of his new life and family.” They know everything about their big brother, they even have a picture of you in their bedroom. Every yea on your birthday, Caroline bakes a cake and we sing happy birthday to you” I couldn’t read Frankie’s thoughts, his face had a smile, but it was clear he was still processing all the new information.
The two talked for almost two hours, and at the end of the conversation his father invited him to stay with him at his grandmother’s house that night.
“I don’t think that’s wise” Detective Grubbs said. “Until we have Marnie Morris in custody, I think the two of you should stay separated. You’d be sitting ducks.”
After a long conversation the two reluctantly agreed to part, but before they did his father made him a proposition: “Listen, why don’t you come back to Nashville and stay with us until you figure out what you want to do next, I can help you get a job, or even get back in school if that’s what you want to do?”
“Um… I don’t know, I didn’t come looking for you because I wanted anything, I, um just wanted to see you again, and…”
“Listen, you are all I ever talk about. Caroline knew when she met me that you were my family and that one day I’d find you, your two half-sisters know everything about you… they’re all so excited to meet you. We even have a bedroom in our house waiting for you… you’re part of our family. Your little sisters have called me three times since I left Nashville to ask if I saw you yet. Please consider coming home with me.” Then he insisted on taking a picture of the two of them and sending it to his family.
Frankie, hugged his father goodbye, agreed to consider his proposal, and agreed to see him again before he left town. “I love you dad” Frankie whispered. His dad returned the sentiment, the two didn’t want to part.
When we got in the car, I checked with Frankie to make sure he was okay… he was just overwhelmed… but happy. I had ignored my phone while I was in the meeting, but Seth had blown it up with text after text of ‘CALL ME NOW!’ so I did.
I had him on the Bluetooth when he answered with, “What took you so damn long to call?”
“I was in with Frankie and his dad. Frankie is right here with me” I said as a warning. “We’re heading back to Harrington House.”
“NO!” Seth yelled. “The place is crawling with media, BA and Rodney are dealing with it. Bring Frankie home with you… oh HI FRANKIE!” Frankie whimpered out a ‘hi Seth’ and Seth asked. “How did it go?”
“I’m kinda freaking out… but it went great. I, saw my dad, Seth. I freaking saw my Dad” it was like it all just hit him and he ugly cried tears of joy. “He’s still alive and doesn’t hate me, he wants me to live with him.” Frankie sobbed a bit, then took a deep breath, “Okay, okay, can we talk about it all when I get there?”
“Of course! I’m so happy for you that you finally found your father, and can’t wait to see you. You’ll stay with us tonight, okay?” Seth asked (well it was more like a request) and Frankie agreed. I was a little uneasy about bringing him into the house with the kids, but we lived out in bum fuck Egypt and no one would know to look for him there. But just to be safe, I called Detective Grubbs to let him know, he asked for our address and promised to alert the Sherriff’s Department so they could keep an eye on us.
We pulled into the drive and the yard was full of the cars of to our friends and family… our village. Seth was right, Frankie would be safe there.
Seth’s Perspective
I was anxious about Frankie staying with us that night, but the look on his face when he entered the house told me he needed to be with us. The Friday Night Pizza Party was going strong, all the residents of Harrington House were there too… we typically don’t invite them all, but with the media circus we thought it best if they all got away from there. Rodney, BA, Daddy, and Victor (along with some help from the police) were dealing with the media. We could all handle the media fine, but we feared that their interest in the case would give Frankie’s mom and her husband time to run and too much information about his whereabouts. The latest word was that the warrant for her arrest had been issued and the Local Sherriff was on his way to take her into custody, but that was all we knew.
We tried to keep Frankie’s story quiet around The Village but between the media chaos, the cops giving us extra attention, and the buzz on social media, everyone knew what was happening. Frankie filled a plate with Pizza, and we all kind of avoided the subject and acted as if nothing happened, and no one mentioned the elephant in the room. Except Che of course. “What the fuck, Bro? You was kidnapped?! Damn.” Frankie’s answer surprised us all… he laughed… I mean fucking laughed! He laughed until he cried… it was almost maniacal.
“What the fuck? Is right.” Frankie laughed, then he told everyone everything. I mean everything! He told his story yet again starting with his mother picking him up at school thirteen years ago, but this time he had a huge captive audience, our entire village. He was coming to grips with the reality of it all and telling his story again seemed to help.
Considering all that was happening we decided it best for anyone who lived at Harrington House to find somewhere else to stay… including the non and former villagers. Ricky and Timmy went home to stay with their families, Colton, Craig, and Ella bunked at the BroMax guesthouse. Mason stayed at Raj’s place. Caleb took the extra bunk in Teddy’s room, Frankie took the top bunk in Izzy’s room (we agreed to talk in the morning after he slept on things), and River and Che grabbed blankets and pillows out of the hall closet and claimed the couches in the living room. The Sherriff’s Department was cruising the area keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. Our houses were full, but at least I knew the guys were all safe.
When everyone was settled in, Zach realized that Petunia was nowhere to be found, so he and I went out to the yard and called for her in a loud whisper. We finally found her in the old barn, comfortably sleeping on a bale of hay left over from covering the gardens for the winter. “She’s had enough of the chaos I guess” Zach said.
“Can’t blame her” I said as I bent down to pet the contented dog. “Can you believe all this shit?” I asked Zach. He came over by me and started petting the dog with me, it was relaxing, just the two of us in the barn, our hands running up and down Petunia’s warm fur.
“Not really” he responded, our hands now touching. “I’m glad everyone’s safe. But damn it’s crazy in there” he laughed. He looked around, then our eyes met, “It’s nice and quiet out here… just the two of us” then he leaned in for a kiss.
“Yeah, it is” I said then kissed him on the lips. “No Villagers” I said before planting another kiss on his lips. “No kids” I added with yet another peck.
“No noise” Zach said then shoved his tongue down my throat turning the throttle up to the next level. His hand gave my balls a squeeze through my worn jeans then rubbed my manhood through the thick fabric. Zach wanted to play (what else was new).
“We have a house full of people” I protested.
“And an empty Barn” he responded as he continued to rub and caress me, then fumbled with my belt buckle, unbuttoned, and unzipped me. Before I knew it, my jeans hit the dirty barn floor, and my member hit the cold night air. Zach dropped to his knees so fast and enveloped me with his warm mouth that I didn’t have time to protest (it was a little warmer then the last time when Zach unzipped me on the patio a week or so before, but he was obviously determined to make it happen this time). The contrast of the cold on my face and heat on my member sent literal shivers up my spine. Zach firmly planted his hands on my cold, exposed ass cheeks and used them to pull my hardness deep down his throat. He ended up pushing me onto a hay bale near Petunia who just looked at us as if she wished she could roll her eyes (this was nothing new to her). The hay stabbed my buttocks but I was so focused on the mouth on my cock that it didn’t matter.
Zach was on his knees and his dress slacks were around his ankles. His left hand was assisting his mouth on my cock while his right milked his own cattle. Zach was determined to get milk out of every utter in that barn. The more he worked me, the closer I got. I stretched my legs and curled my toes inside my sneakers as my balls started to ride up into me. Instinctively I pushed Zach’s head down on my lap as I wailed in pleasure inside… on the outside I was just emitting tiny whimpers as I remembered the house full of villagers. I pushed my hips up, lifting my ass off the prickly haybale and shooting a load deep down Zach’s throat. He gulped voraciously swallowing every drop of man milk as it poured from my spout then he licked my cock clean like it was a dripping ice cream cone.
With the speed and grace of a cheetah, Zach pulled me up by the hand, plopped his perfect soccer-built jock ass onto the now warm haybale and declared, “my turn.”
Still reeling from the amazing surprise blow job, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth and deep down my throat. He was harder than trying to stack haybales in a hot barn on a hot summers day, and I worked him like a pro. I deepthroated him, licking around his cattle prod as I did. My hand was following my mouth and twisting and turning around his throbbing implement as he grunted and growled in appreciation. His legs stretch, his hips lifted, and his hands pushed on the back of my head as he signaled his intentions then shot his warm, unpasteurized harvest down my throat. I extracted every drop before plopping on the haybale next to him and ending the event with a cum kiss. Our wet, well-used cocks were shrinking from the cold, and our asses getting poked by the haybales, so we both pulled our pants back up. We were leaning back on the haybales just enjoying the quiet when the big barndoor opened and a deputy flashed his light on us. Petunia started to bark at the stranger.
“Gentlemen, are you supposed to be out here?” He asked politely as his free hand moved to his holster and unsnapped something as if he were getting ready to shoot.
Zach instinctively raised his arms up “I’m Zach Westin-Hall and this is my property” he said with conviction. I followed suit by raising my arms and identifying myself to the Deputy.
“Can I see some ID?” He asked. We both reached slowly for our wallets. And gave him our driver’s licenses. He looked at them with his flashlights before pointing it in our faces to see if we matched the pictures. “I was told to patrol the area, I came to check on the house and saw some movement out here” Then he chuckled a little, “what in the hell are you two doing out here?”
We were both bright red with embarrassment, “We were looking for the dog” I said.
“We found her in here, we have a house full of overnight guests and it was so nice and quiet in here that we just sat down on the hay and were enjoying the privacy.” Zach added.
The Deputy knew damn well what he walked in on and smirked. “Is everything okay here?” He asked, then he and Zach talked about the situation. The deputy didn’t know all the facts, just that he was told to patrol our road and be on the lookout for a woman in her thirties and/or a man in his fifties, in a vehicle with Florida plates. Zach told him what we knew, “Samuel Willis?” The officer asked as he searched his memory banks. “Was that the kid that disappeared like what… ten, twenty years ago?”
“Yup. Thirteen years ago. He’s in the house, and there’s a warrant issued for his mother’s arrest in Polk County Florida” I responded.
The Deputy did a quick check with dispatch on the status and said, “bad news, they went to her home and place of employment and so far, no trace of her. They put an APB out to all the law enforcement agencies in Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina but she’s still at large.” He paused then said, “This is a big freaking deal. Is it okay if I come into the house and check on him personally?” The three of us (and Petunia) went in through the front door. Che, River, and Frankie were all in the living room watching TV. The Deputy was satisfied that all was well, called in a quick report, then promised to park in the driveway near the road until he got called away. I gave him a Coke and thanked him for his help.
When he left, Che shook his head and said, “Damn, another cop helpin’ us. What the fuck?”
“You could be that guy” I said to Che with a grin. The other guys laughed and gave him shit. Eventually they all fell asleep on the floor, Zach locked the doors and set the alarms. While I texted Max and Brody with an update. We were all safe and sound… for now.
To be continued…
