It's Not Fair - Timmy's Letters

It's Not Fair - Timmy's Letters 4

By Red Rover

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Timothy (15 years old)

Dear it’s Not Fair:

My name is Timothy Conway, but everybody calls me “Timmy.” I am 15 years old and in the 9^th grade. The last time I wrote to you, I was in the hospital after having been abused by my mother and my 12-year-old sister Jenny. I had a bad infection and was on antibiotics 24/7 to clear up the infection in my groin area. My former babysitter and now girlfriend Tami (age 14) rescued me when she found out what was going on and her mother took me to the hospital. I was barely conscious and in great pain, so they put me out and I didn’t wake up until 10 PM. Tami was in the room with me, already in her pajamas. They had arranged for her to spend the rest of the week in the hospital with me and brought a separate bed for her into my room.

Part 4

The next morning, the nurse woke me up at 6:30 to change the dressing on my wound. Tami was there, still in her pajamas, holding my hand. The nurse smiled when she saw I was awake. “Hi, Timmy, how are you doing today?” she asked.

“Better,” I said. “It still hurts a little, but not bad, I feel a bit woozy though.”

“That’s the pain medicine,” she said reassuringly. “You’ll need that for the next day or two until the infection subsides. But your wound looks much better and you should heal up just fine.”

Tami smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “It’ll be all right, Timmy, you’ll see.”

The nurse chuckled. “I don’t think Tami will let you get into trouble again.”

I laughed. “Nope, I’m not sure she’ll let me get my hand back again.”

“How about some breakfast?” The nurse smiled. “Tami, there’s a cart out in the hall with two trays on it. Can you bring them in while I reconnect Timmy’s IV?”

Tami let go my hand and scampered out to the hallway, returning a few minutes later with the cart. She and the nurse helped me sit up to eat and pulled the tray table over my bed.

“There’s a tray for you, too, Tami,” the nurse said. “Do you want it on your own bed or do want to share the table with Timmy?”

“Oh, with Timmy, of course,” Tami chirped. “He might need some help eating.”

So, I moved my legs over to the side so Tami could sit on the bed and we shared breakfast. After that, Tami pushed the cart outside the door, closed the door and started taking off her pajamas.

Startled, I asked, “Don’t you want to go in the bathroom for that?”

She giggled. “It’s only fair, I’ve seen your nude body, now it’s time for you to see mine.” She posed provocatively and asked, “Like it?”

“It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I declared fervently. “Now, get dressed before somebody comes in and catches us.”

She giggled again, but reached for her panties and slipped them on, followed by the rest of her clothes. “Don’t worry, Tim,” she said, with some passion. “This body is for your eyes only from now on.”

The fact that she called me “Tim” instead of “Timmy” for the first time and the rest of her sentence should have alerted me that there was a fundamental change in our relationship. I could blame the pain and the medication, but it was the basic cluelessness of the teenage male that left me in the dark.

When Mrs. Langston entered the room about an hour later, Tami was sitting on my bed and we were chatting about school and other stuff important to young teens.

She laughed. “Well at least one of you is wearing clothes and only one of you is under the sheet.”

Tami and I blushed in unison and Tami made to get off the bed., but her mother stopped her. “Nonsense, child. I was just teasing you. I trust both of you completely. Now, you guys can cuddle until the CPS lady gets here. How are you feeling this morning, Timmy?”

“Much better, Mrs. Langston,” I said. “Tami’s taking really good care of me.”

“You don’t have to be that formal, Timmy,” she said. “If things work out right, we will be seeing a lot more of each other.” (Both Tami and I blushed at that, but she didn’t notice.)

“Why don’t you just call me ‘Aunt Carol,” She said. “that’s friendlier and still respectful.”

I grinned. “Sure thing, Aunt Carol. I’d like that.”

At that point, Mrs. Wallace from Child Protective Services walked in with Mr. Jensen, who introduced himself as the hospital’s legal counsel.

“Mrs. Langston, as Timothy’s temporary guardian, you will be pleased to know that we have started actions to terminate his mother’s parental rights and to remove him and his younger brother from her custody. I understand you have the younger boy at home with you now and will be taking in Timothy once he is released from the hospital.” Mr. Jensen stated firmly.

Tami let out a yelp of delight and hugged me fiercely. I just sighed in relief.

“That’s great news,” Aunt Carol said. “I am surprised that you could move so fast.”

“When a child is hospitalized for abuse injury, we can move very quickly,” Mrs. Wallace stated firmly. “Especially when there is another family willing to take the children in.”

I was still worried. “Will my mother be able to fight the action?”

Mr. Jensen shook his head. “I doubt it. The case is very solid. And I don’t think she really wants the boys back anyway.”

Mrs. Wallace chimed in. “We are still considering whether we should allow her to keep custody of Jennifer.”

Aunt Carol, shook her head. “I’m damned sure I don’t want that little monster in my house. She probably belongs in an institution.”

Mrs. Wallace nodded. “maybe she will wind up there, but that is not your problem any more, we will make sure Jennifer is not able to hurt Timothy or Daniel again.”

“I think you should spay both of them,” Tami burst in. “That way they won’t be able to hurt any other kids.”

Mr. Jensen laughed. “I’m afraid that is beyond our power, much as the idea appeals to me.”

“I suggest you talk to your husband and your family lawyer to arrange the details,” he continued. “We will set it up initially as foster care and you can decide later if you want to pursue adoption options.”

“HELL NO,” Tami blurted out. “I don’t want Tim as my brother.”

My jaw dropped in astonishment and the adults looked stunned.

“Good grief, child, why not?” Aunt Carol asked. “I thought you liked him.”

“Yes, I do,” Tami started to cry. “And I’d love to have Danny as my little brother. But Tim is 15 and I am 14. In four years we can get married legally and I don’t want to marry my brother.”

The adults were stunned. But I hugged Tami and pressed her to my shoulder, where she continued to sob. “It’s OK, baby,” I said soothingly. “We’ll work it out.”

Aunt Carol was the first to recover. “My God, I never thought of that. Of course, you two could get married, there’s no blood relationship between you.”

The lawyer nodded. “Not a problem. We can write up the agreement so it is clear that they are not to be considered brother and sister. Since they are both over 14, they’ll have to sign the agreement anyway.”

Mrs. Wallace smiled. “In the twenty years I have been with CPS, I can’t say that I have ever seen a happier outcome. You kids are terrific together.”

Aunt Carol smiled. “I think these two have grown up more in the past week than they have in the past 14 years. I am so proud of both of them.”

Tami had stopped crying and turned her face up to look at me. “Are you mad because I practically proposed to you?”

I dried her tears with a tissue and smiled at her. “Of course, not, my love. It is a great honor and I will try to live up to it. But there is one favor I would ask.”

“Sure, what is it.”

Right now, you are lying on top of me and the wound still hurts somewhat. Could you just move over and lie next to me instead?”

All the adults burst out laughing and Tami blushed bright red. She started to get up, but I stopped her. “Just roll over and lie next to me. The bed is big enough for two as long as we don’t get too active.”

“As long as you stay on different sides of the sheet, you can do whatever you like,” Aunt Carol said. “Within limits, of course.”

We both blushed at that and the adults laughed again.

After Mrs. Wallace and Mr. Jensen left to do the paperwork, the doctor came in to examine me. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Tami in bed with me, but she climbed off immediately and sat on her own bed.

He was pleased with my progress. “This is healing very nicely,” he said. “One more day on the antibiotics should do it. I see he is receiving excellent nursing care.” He beamed at Tami.

I smiled. “Tami is taking very good care of me. But I have one thing to ask.”

“Sure, son, what is it?”

“Can I get up to go to the bathroom by myself? I hate using the bottle and the bedpan would be even worse.”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I’ll have the nurse show Tami how to handle the IV’s and monitors so you can go like a normal person. Just don’t strain too much and pull a muscle in your groin.”

Aunt Carol spoke up. “There is one thing I wanted to ask about. Tim’s bio mom has had him on Puericil for years. I intend to stop it immediately, of course, but I want to know if there is something you can give him to reverse the effects.”

“Hmmm..” he doctor mused. “That’s not really my field but I will refer you to a pediatric internist who can tell you if there is any way to speed up the process. Just stopping it will result in him regaining most of the growth he has missed out on, but it will take years for a full restoration.”

“I hope so,” Aunt Carol said. “I don’t want my daughter marrying a twelve-year-old.”

Both Tami and I blushed again. – Damn, we are going to have to get used to remarks like that.

After lunch, Tami and I did our homework together. It was really fun. She was good at some stuff I wasn’t good at and I was good in some of her weak subjects. Then Mr. Langston (my new “Uncle David”) came by with Angie and Debbie. Of course, Aunt Carol had fully briefed them about our “engagement” and we got teased a lot about that, but it was good fun and I could see that they were very pleased about it. They said that Danny and Kevin were getting along well and looking forward to being brothers.

Uncle David said he was going to take Danny and the girls over to my house and gather up my clothes and personal stuff. He’d put it in the garage at his house until he could make “other arrangements.” When we asked him about the “other arrangements,” he laughed and said we’d find out soon enough.

After dinner, Tami helped me to the bathroom and we spent the evening cuddling and talking. I thought the nurses might object but they thought we were “so cute” and left us alone. Tami changed into her pajamas in front of me as if we’d been doing this for years and we went to bed (in our separate beds).

I think I am going to be so happy.

Tim

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