Chapter 6; all hell breaks loose

Today everyone's favorite Uncle Fred was arriving. Mrs. Bolton couldn't wait to welcome her beloved brother-in-law. Yeah right.

She had great plans. Great plans indeed. More like torture.

She had yet to tell Jack. She knew he idolized his younger brother, so it would definitely come as a shock when the truth comes out.

"Jack we have to talk," she finally says. She tried talking to Troy, trying to get him to talk to her. She didn't tell him she knew.

"Yes, honey?" Jack walked to the table. He was excited. It had been 5years since he had last seen his younger brother.

"It's about your…brother," she started," and Troy

She paused to look him straight in the eye.

"I know what's wrong with troy. Your brother...When he stayed with us 5 years ago he hit…Troy and he…I think he sexually molested Troy.," she whispered trying to keep her voice steady as she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Jack stood still. Did he hear right? No, there must be a mistake. "Whoever told you this must be lying. Fred would never do that," argued Jack.

"No Jack, it's the truth. It makes sense. Remember what Troy told you the day you got really mad with him. He told you not to hit him like him. Jack it's the truth."

Jack shook his head. "No, no, no," he whispered.

Mrs. Bolton couldn't believe it. "Who are you going to believe, Troy your son or your brother? Choose now, because I believe Troy. And I will make sure your brother never hurts my baby again," she said slowly and very seriously.

Jack shook his head. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make sure he never hurts Troy or anyone else ever again. I'm going to make sure he spends the rest of his days in jail," she answered angrily.

Jack gasped. "But he's my brother-"

"And Troy's our son!" She yelled harshly.

Just then who happens to walk into the kitchen? Troy.

Jack looks at Troy indignantly. He pushes Troy roughly against the wall holding him by the collar.

"Dad? What---"gasps Troy getting scared.

"Jack stop that! Jack!" shrieks Mrs. Bolton not believing what she's seeing.

"Why are you telling those evil twisted lies about your uncle Fred? You are twisted. How could you say your Uncle hit you and...Touched you?" shouted Jack angrily.

Troy by now was on the verge of tears. How did they know? "Dad, please don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" begged Troy crying.

"JACK! PUT TROY DOWN!" DEMANDED MRS. BOLTON DANGEROUSLY. She gripped her husband and pulled him away from Troy.

Troy slumped to the floor, hugging his knees and crying. All the memories washing over him, but worse knowing that his dad knew and he didn't believe him.

"How could you? I want you out of this house... No wait we're leaving. I don't want anything to do with you. I can't believe it; you would hurt your own son. He's telling the truth, look at him, look at what you did to him!" she shouted angrier than she had ever been in her entire life. She rushed to Troy's side and held her baby as he cried.

"Baby, it's going to be ok," she whispered soothingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He

Told…Me…not….say….anything…..mom…mom……I'm sorry….."Cried Troy helplessly unable to control himself. He held onto his mom desperate to get back a hold on reality.

Suddenly something inside of him snapped. He fell to the floor as his last hold on reality slipped away and he was left to remember.

His uncle was beating Troy, telling him what a worthless and useless garbage he was. Troy was whimpering pleading for him to stop. Then his beatings came to a stop. Troy huddled close, hugging his knees and burying his face. He felt his uncle's touch and shivered. He moved backwards trying to get away. "Stop it, please, please. Don't."

"Troy, sweetie, come back to us. Honey, please snap out of it," Mrs. Bolton whispered comfortingly as she held him. Troy whimpered and struggled in her hold.

"Don't, get away from here. Let go, let go!" cried out Troy.

"Jack help me," Mrs. Bolton pleaded desperately.

Mr. Bolton stood frozen.

"JACK! Can't you see your son is suffering?"

Jack moved closer to Mrs. Bolton. He held Troy as he kicked and lashed out, his eyes far away.

"Troy, son I'm sorry. Please come back. We won't let anyone hurt you ever again," he finally whispered to his son

Troy began to sob in his father's shoulder. "Dad, I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry."

"Shhh...It's ok. I'm the one who's sorry. I'm here, we're here Troy. Your mom and I. Don't worry," Mr. Bolton whispered.

Troy nodded dumbly and wiped away his tears.

Suddenly the doorbell rings. Mrs. Bolton stands up and opens the doors.

"Fred!" she said with utter distaste.

""Hello sister-in-law, how have you guys been?"

Mrs. Bolton was just about ready to throw herself at him. "You bastard! How dare you show your face here? How could you? He was just a child!" she asked slapping him.

"What--?" he stammered trying to sound confused, but he knew what she meant. So Troy, you told them.

Troy and Mr. Bolton heard Mrs. Bolton and Fred.

"No…no….dad…..don't let him hurt….not again…"whimpered Troy like a frightened kitten.

Mr. Bolton nodded. "Troy stay here, ok. Everything's going to be ok, I promise," he assured his son standing up.

"Dad…don't go."

"I'll be right back, don't worry."

Mr. Bolton walked to the door where Mrs. Bolton and Fred were still arguing.

"Jack! Tell your stupid wife here to calm down. She's saying things."

Jack clenched his teeth.

"How could you? We trusted you!" yelled Mr. Bolton furious. He took a swing at his brother and hit him square in the jaw.

Fred stumbled backwards. "Don't tell me you believe this shit?"

Jack kept moving towards his brother.

Troy sat in the kitchen unmoving, as he heard everything that was going on. He reached for the phone and called the one person he trusted and loved more than anyone else. Gabriela.

"Hello, this is Gabriela," answered Gaby.

"Gaby, I'm so scared. He's here. My parents know and my dad he's fighting him. Gaby...I need you," whispered Troy desperately.

Gaby nodded and swallowed back a sob. Poor Troy!

"Don't worry Troy, I'll be right there," she replied.

She raced out the house and ran all the way to Troy's house.

Mrs. Bolton watched as brother fought against brother sadly.

"Jack stop, you won't solve anything this way. We'll let the police handle this," she said loudly.

Jack nodded and swung one last time. Satisfied he stepped back.

"You are going to pay for what you did to our son."

"But we're family," Fred tried protesting.

"YOU ARE NOT FAMILY. TROY WILL ALWAYS COME FIRST!"

Fred moved backwards slowly then sprinted into a run.

"You…you COWARD!"

"Jack let's go inside, Troy needs us," whispered Mrs. Bolton putting a hand on Jack's shoulder.

Jack nodded.

They found Troy in the kitchen shivering and trembling. He looks up looking pale.

"He's gone?" he asks in a barely audible voice.

They nodded.

Troy stood up still shaking. "She told you?"

"I begged her. I couldn't stand seeing you like that. Honey, she just wanted to help you," Mrs. Bolton replied.

"She promised. Now you know. Dad, you didn't believe me. You yelled at me. You don't care," he murmured moving backwards and heading upstairs.

"Troy, wait! I'm sorry. I didn't think. I'm sorry," pleaded Jack.

Troy shook his head. "When Gaby gets her, tell her I'm in my room."

Jack hit himself mentally. "I hurt him. He won't forgive me."

Mrs. Bolton comforted Jack as best as she could.

There was a knock at the door. Gabriela.

"How is Troy? He called me? Is he ok?" she cried out nervously.

"He's in his room. Please talk to him. Only you can truly comfort him," pleaded Mrs. Bolton.

Gaby nodded and raced up the stairs.

"Troy?"

"Come in."