Chapter 7- Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment

Chapter 6- Gimme Gimme Shock Treatment

Ok. I know that Joey acts younger than 16, but he isn't. You have to realize that Joey's character has been abused so much that he is afraid to grow up. Joey has been beaten into total submission and obedience by his father, but he'll eventually grow up.

Also, I am only fifteen, and I come from a non-abusive home. I have never been involved with Social Services, Cops, and lawyers only to an extent after my uncle's death, that I only know that they are extremely confusing to me. shudders so don't flame me because I don't know the way of the real world. I'm only 15. (Can't wait till I'm 16 and I can drive…)

To the She Devil ~ (I remembered the tail!) Get better soon. If you can review, then you can write more of your awesome story.

The phone bit that Dave does is about my Earth Science teacher, Mr. Whalen To anyone who has or has ever had Earth Science with Mr. Whalen at LHS, you know what I am talking about. (Hey to anyone in 1st period sci, 2nd period lab!)

One last thing. Lerch & Daly's is a men's fine clothing store located in my hometown of Lockport. I am not sure if they have branched out of the Lockport Area, but I am pretty sure they're still small town.

Proof. PROOF? They wanted proof that Sean had abused his son? Joey looked up. His lip had healed, and his black eye had faded much, though it was still visible. "Well there is this." Joey said, pointing to his eye. The cop worte something down. "Anything else? Anything at all might help." He said. Joey turned his head to one side and put his fingers on his earlobe. "My dad pulled an earring during one of his drunken rages." Joey said, tears forming, remembring the beating. "Can you tell me what it was about?" The cop asked. "He had gotten drunk, while looking at a picture of my mom. He came forward and grabbed ahold of me, and he shook me something fierce. He kep shaking, occasionally throwing a few punches to my chest and gut, but not much pain until he grabbed hold of my hoop and pulled. It pulled through my skin and left it separated like this." "Okay. That takes care of what happened, but why did it happen?" The large black man asked. "Well, He blamed me for killing my mom. Which I did." Joey said. The cop looked up at Dave, who shrugged, not knowing a thing. "You killed your mother?" The cop asked. "Yes. She died after giving birth to me. It was my fault. I caused her to bleed to death." Joey said, stopping to softly sob. Dave reached out and rubbed Joey's back. This kid had it pretty good, compared to him. But he was still hurt. Bad. The cop sighed. "Okay, Mr. Malucci. We'll see what we can do about a court date. Cases like this usually go pretty fast, but until then, We'll have to notify social services." He said. Dave looked at Joey. "Can't he stay with me? I plan to adopt him if he's taken away from his dad." The cop looked sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but that has to be taken up with Social Services." He said. "Until then, Joseph will be taken to a foster home. You may come along to fill out paperwork to vie to adopt him." The cop said. Dave sighed. "Let's rock." He said.

Soon they were at the Social Services office. They were in waiting and a pretty young woman took them. "I'm Jennifer Youngs. You are…?" She asked, shaking Dave's hand. "Dave Malucci, and this is Joey Ofarim." He said. "Okay Mr. Malucci." "It's Dr. Malucci." Dave said. She smiled. Dave saw the look in her eye. This could bode well in his case. "Well this is a child abuse case that hasn't gone to court yet?" She asked. The guys nodded in confirmation. "Well, Before I try to arrange a court date, do you have a lawyer?" She asked. He nodded. "Stefano Malucci." Dave said. "Good. At least we don't have to go through the rigamaroll of that one." She laughed. Dave also laughed, flashing one of his trademark if-they-don't-know-me-then-they'll-fall-for-me-in-an-instant smiles. "Okay. We need to get you into a foster home then, am I right?" She asked. Joey nodded sadly. "Actually, I was hoping to adopt him." Dave mentioned. "Oh, Really?" She asked. "Well, fill out these papers, and you can be eliglible to adopt if indeed he is taken out of the custody of his father. But I'm sorry. Until then he will have to be placed in a foster home until after the court date." She said, sadly. Dave nodded. Jen turned away and began to type stuff out on her computer, looking for eligible foster homes in the area. While she wasn't paying attention, Joey turned to Dave. "Um, look. Thanks for doing everything for me. You're a really cool guy, and I'll pray to whatever God listens that I am allowed to live with you. But in case, Gods forbid, I don't get adopted by you, I want you to have this." He said, untying his prized leather strap. "I can tell that you love me, more than anyone ever has. So keep it. It'll remind you of me." Joey said, placing it around Dave's neck. "Okay. We have called your foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm D'Angelo." She said. "Well, Let's get you situated." She said.

Dave went to the phone booths that were at the lobby. He called Jing-Mei's cell phone, knowing that her shift was letting out, now at 6:30 at night. She called back the number of the payphone. "Jing-Mei? Can I have a lift to the police station?" He asked. Jing-Mei sighed on the other end. "Sure. Where are you?" "Department of Social Services." Dave said. "Be there in 5." She said, hanging up. Sure enough, she was there 5 minutes later. "Where's Joey?" She asked as he got in. "He's gone now." He said, looking away to hide his tears. "Oh God, Dave! What happened?" She asked, pulling over. "Social Services put him in a foster home. Court's next week. I might never ever see him again." Dave said softly sobbing. Jing-Mei leaned over and hugged Dave. "You'll see him Dave. You'll adopt him too. And you know it." She said, trying her best to comfort him. He smiled. "You know, if it weren't for Joey being in limbo, I'd hit on you. But I can't think straight." Dave said, making Jing-Mei smile. "And Dave, the way you've been acting lately, it just might have worked." She said. She began driving again, and they arrived at the police station. She shut the car off. "Are you going to be okay?" She asked. Dave sat back and thought this over. "I guess. I could always call Scott for some help. Unless you're willing to come and stay with me. I-" He stopped. "You what?" She asked. "I don't want to be alone." He said softly. "Okay. Get your car, and I'll follow you." She said.

They arrived at Dave's apartment, and he turned the lights on. "Welcome to my home." He said. "Nice." She said, looking into the room. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked. She shook her head. They sat down on the couch. He felt the ankh that hung from the leather strap. He was now the third person to do this. In his heart, mind, and soul he wished for Joey to be happy, even if he wasn't with Dave. "Nice Necklace." She said. "Yeah. Joey gave it to me a few hours ago. He said that it would remind me of him, in case he wasn't allowed to live with me. He loves me. He's known me for less than a week, and the boy loves me like I'm his dad. Can you believe that?" He asked. "Of course I can, Dave. You're a good person. Especially to him, and there is no reason for him not to love you." She said. Dave let this bit of information sink in. Jing-Mei hugged him gently. "All will end well." She said. Dave, not being able to stop himself, leaned up and kissed her softly. She was surprised by the kiss, but what was really surprising to her, was the fact that she liked it. She liked it so much in fact, that she moved in and kissed him. They pulled apart and smiled. "Will you help me?" He asked. She nodded. He leaned his head in on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Soon, they had both fallen asleep.

Jing-Mei awoke, feeling like she was being crushed. She realized that it was only Dave, and sighed. They had slid down during the night, and she blushed as she noticed that his head was on her chest now. He awoke from her movements, and realized where he was. He flamed red and sat up. "Sorry…about…that…Deb…" He mumbled. She smiled. "It's okay." She said. "You hungry?" He asked. "A little." She said. "Me too. I'll fix us something." He said, first heading to the bathroom. He came back out soon enough with a clean shaven face and a smile to die for. "Your turn." He said, heading to the kitchen to cook breakfast. He made the meal up and set it out on the table. She was already sitting there and she looked at him. "You promise this won't kill me?" She asked. "Ha Ha!" He said. They ate in silence, each stealing glances at the other. Jing-Mei cursed herself a little. What'll everyone think of us as a couple? Are we even a couple? I mean, all we did was share a few kisses, but he was distraught over Joey! She thought to herself. Dave was also looking at her. What will everyone think? Does she even like me like that? All we did was kiss a couple of times…but she was only comforting me… Or was she? He thought to himself. They cleaned up and looked around in an akward silence. Dave was so grateful when the phone rang. "Talk to me." He answered. Jing-mei made to leave to give him some privacy, but he motioned her over. "Really. That soon?" He asked. There was a loud voice on the other end and Dave moved the phone away from his ear. Jing-Mei put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Alright. You've called Stefano then, right?" He asked. "Okay. Thanks…Bye." Dave said. "The court date has been set to next Friday." Dave said. "That's good then, huh?" She asked him. He nodded. "I guess that means I have to get a better suit than the one that I usually wear. That way, I can appear richer, so I can provide more for Joey." He said. "And you want another lady-killing suit?" She asked. "Well, yeah!" He said. "Hey! Wait a minute! I'm hot no matter what I wear!" He joked. Hell yes. Jing-Mei thought as she looked at him. "Sure you are." She said out loud. He smiled. "Well, I have some time before my shift…" He said. "As do i." She said. "Wanna help me find a suit?" He asked. "Why the hell not?" She asked.

A few hours later, Dave came out of Lerch & Daly's with a bag with a new black suit. It had a brown shirt with it, because Jing-Mei, a female, therefore knowing more about fashion, thought it brought out his eyes. They went into their shift thereafter and they went home to their respective dwellings. (Wow. I've turned an entire day into 3 sentences. Cool, huh?) Dave sat down to watch the eleven o'clock news and waited for a phone call. Just as Dave dozed off, the phone rang. "Talk to me!" He said. "Hey, little bro. What's this I hear about a court date?" Scott asked. "Well, I'm going to court next Friday to help Joey get taken away from Sean." He said. "What about his adoption?" Scott asked. "Well, the thing is he's been placed in a foster home. He might end up living with them." Dave said.

Meanwhile, Joey was laying in another new bed staring at the textured ceiling of the D'Angelo house. He was right. His foster mother wanted him to get rid of the piercings, the pink hair, the hairstyle. She wanted him to stop liking punk music, and listen to pop and/or Christian music. She wanted him to be something he could never ever be. His stepdad wasn't too awful bad. He supported his wife, but he was the typical dad. Who are you hanging with? Who do you date? What music do you listen to? Why don't you listen to something normal? Are you christian? What do you mean you have no specific religion? Why is your hair like that? Why did you choose pink? Are you gay? He had asked him during that day. That last question ruffled his feathers a little. He was a little bendy, and would fall in love with whoever was in love with him, be it male or female. But he was in love with Alex. And only Alex. He wanted desperately to be back living with Dave. Then he could be closer to Alex, without having supervision over his date, and he could have premarital sex if it ever led to that. His foster parents were ultra-conservative people, and they wouldn't allow him to have premarital sex, or even kiss a girl, unless it was her hand or cheek. They had even gone so far as to take the condom he had had in his wallet. Oh yeah! That's just so fuckin' brilliant! Take the contrceptives, so I can get the girl pregnant. He thought. He was 16, and in the middle of the worst hormonal rages of his life, and the urge to mate just completely overpowered his head, making all thoughts of pregnancy disappear. (And that goes for girls too. Don't deny it... LOL) He sighed. They weren't allowed to make him get his hair cut. He wasn't exactly legally theirs. And he prayed that he never would be.

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Oh Yeah. Joey has the same view as I do about organized religions. Not to bash them, but it can be proven. Don't get mad, I respect religion, and all facets of it, but I don't care for organized religion, instead seeking out my own sense of spirituality, with a combination of Wicca, Hinduism, Buddhism, Shintoism, and Christianity. Its weird, but it's me. I believe in several gods, some that may not otherwise exist, so please don't flame me. Anyway, I'm babbling. Here's the quote. It's from That '70s Show, said by Hyde.

"While I respect the Judeo Christian Ethic, as well as the Eastern Philosophies and, of course, the teachings of Mohammed, I find that Organized religions have corrupted those beliefs to justifly countless atrocities throughout history. Were I to attend church, I'd be a hypocrite."

--Hyde.

Well, I g2g, because I have to take a shower before ER is on, or my dad will get pissed because I take too much time in the shower, and it'll be past eleven anyway…