John Paul & Craig - A place called home



As soon as they were settled in and the connected along with the internet, John Paul called me, I cried when I heard his voice, “hi, my love,” said John Paul, “I miss you,”

I tried not to cry but just hearing his voice brought tears to my eyes, “hi, my love,” cried Craig, “I miss you too,” John Paul tried to sound happy, as much as he could but he too was feeling sad even thou, he and Craig are on the phone talking but its just not the same, they both knew they wanted to hold and kiss each other.

“I started school today,” said John Paul sniff, “I tried to keep up with the rest of the class but all I did was thought of you,….I can‘t stop thinking about you, my love” cried John Paul, “I wish I could be with you,…oh, gawd Craig I miss you so much,” John Paul could hear Craig crying

“I miss you too, John Paul,…I miss your touch,….its not the same without you,” cried Craig

“sniff“ still crying, “I made a few friends, thou its not like the ones we have, their really just someone I could talk too,” said John Paul, “I miss them, Craig” sniff

“I know,… they miss you too, my love” sniff, “how is Justin?”

“he misses you,…he asked about you every day, wanting to know if you‘re coming,” said John Paul, it made Craig laugh but still had tears in his eyes, “our neighbors has a son, the same age as Justin and they both walk to school together,”

“that’s great,” said Craig. They both knew its getting late and they had to go to school the next day, “I don’t wanna go,” cried Craig

“me too, my love,…I’ll call you tomorrow,” cried John Paul

“John Paul,” cried Craig, as more tears fell

“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise, my love” cried John Paul, “I promise, I love you”

“I love you too,” cried Craig and the phone went dead. Craig placed the receiver on his chest and wrapped his arms around it as if he was holding on to John Paul. He laid in a fetal position and cried himself to sleep

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John Paul & Craig - A place called home



Weeks went by, and everyday John Paul would call me or e-mail me and I would do the same. I would send pictures of me and our friends by e-mail, and at times we would send each other intimate pictures that’s only meant for us to see.

Almost a week have gone by, and I haven’t heard from John Paul,…the phone calls stopped, there was no replies on my e-mails. I tried to call his house but all I got was, an automated answering machine from some phone company saying that the number that I just dialed has been disconnected or no longer in service. I tried to e-mail him and everyday I check the computer, nothing…I began to panic, my heart sped up as I placed my hand on my chest, as if trying to keep my heart from bursting. I got scared, and my mind began to wonder as I thought to myself, “maybe he found someone,…maybe he stopped loving me,” I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I was in so much pain, that I must have cried none stop, for I soaked my pillow,

“John Paul,” crying as he called out his name, “John Paul, please don’t leave me, you promise that you’ll love me forever,….John Paul,” as he cried



As the days pass, my feelings for John Paul, was slowly loosing its grip, I kept think that he found someone,…someone he loves more than me, maybe that’s why I never gotten any phone calls,…not even a single replies through my e-mails. “no he’s not like that, Craig…he loves you and you know it, he would never do anything to hurt you,”….. “than why he haven’t called me,” I must have thought that one out loud, for Tyler walked out the door, “Craig what’s wrong?” said Tyler

My tears began to fall and I wiped it with the back of my hand, “sniff” as he looked at Tyler who was walking towards him, he placed his hand on his shoulder, “hey, what’s wrong?” said Tyler

“he hasn’t called me, Tyler” cried Craig, “I tried calling him but all I got was some phone company saying that the number has been disconnected,” still crying, “I send him e-mails after e-mails and I still haven’t heard from him, its been a week now,”

“lets go over to my house,” said Tyler, he wrapped his arms around Craig’s shoulder and held him as they walked together

“its not like John Paul, to do that,…I’m sure he was busy or something,” said Tyler

“no, Tyler otherwise he would have called me or answered my e-mails,” said Craig, as he wiped his tears, “even if he’s too busy, he’ll still find time to call me,…he always does,”

“if he does, than he’ll call,” said Tyler, “I’m sure he will,”



I didn’t know my mom brought someone home last night from the bar but she did and I only found that out when I came home from school.

I said good-bye to Tyler as he head towards his house and I crossed the street to mine, that was the day, when I came home from school, and I found the door locked, it was usually left open when I got home but it was lock and I began to knock on the door, hoping that my mom would let me in, but a man in his mid-forty answered the door wearing only a t-shirt, a boxer shorts and my dads robe, “who are you?” said Craig as he stared at him with a stern look on his face

“who are you?” as he stood by the door way blocking me from coming in

“I’m Craig Dean, and this is my house,” said Craig “get out,” he smiled at him and turned his head as he called out my mom’s name

“Frankie!,…Frankie!…get down here!” I saw a figure walked half way downstairs and looked at me and then him, “do you know him?”

“yeah, he’s my son,” said Frankie

“you didn’t tell me you had a son,” as he looked at me, then back at her, my mom just shrugged her shoulders and went back upstairs

“well I’ll be darn, she didn’t tell me she had a son,” as he looked at Craig

He pushed him aside and yelled at him, “get out of my house!” yelled Craig

“listen kid, don’t you ever touch me like that,…do you understand me?”

He tried to push him out the door but instead he picked up Craig and slammed him against the wall, and held him with his forearm between his chest and neck, while his feet dangle off the floor, “I don’t care if its your house, you show me some respect, and I don’t give a damn thing what happens to you,…you got that,” he let him go and adjusted his dads robe and walked upstairs and he would look back at Craig and smiled, while Craig placed his hands on his chest to ease the pain as soon as he was out of site, his tears fell and slowly got up and walked out the door as he heads for Tyler’s house

He knocked on the door and waited for someone to let him in, he heard Tyler’s voice, “I’ll get it,” he opened the door and found Craig crying

“Craig, what happened?” said Tyler as he took his arm and led him to the living room

“there’s some guy at my house, I think my mom picked him up from somewhere,” as tears fell from his eyes. Tyler could see he was in pain, he notice he had his hand on his chest as he rubbed on it,

“did he hit, Craig?” said Tyler

“no, he didn’t?” cried Craig. He looked at Craig with a sad but also anger look, “are you sure?….cause Craig if he did, I swear to gawd I’ll hurt him myself,” said Tyler almost on a verge of tears, he hates to see one of his best friend gets hurt, especially Craig

“can I stay with you tonight,” as his tears fell

Tyler nodded, as tears stream down his face, “yeah, Craig you can stay as long as you want,”

“thank you,” as he cried some more



I’ve been avoiding him, my mom’s boyfriend, whenever I came home from school. I would lock myself in my room and thought of John Paul and cry or I would go over to Tyler’s house an stay there and wait till he’s asleep and then sneak inside the house up to my room

I asked Tyler if he wanted to make some money this summer, mowing grass for our neighbors, and we’ll split the profit fifty - fifty, he agreed. As soon as summer came we went and got gas and took out the mower. We asked our neighbors if they wanted their yard mowed for a reasonable price. We must have mowed twenty lawns that day, are shirts became wet from all that sweating and we had take them off. We could have sworn the mom’s liked watching us mow their yard, they would come out and just sit and stare and smile at us with two glasses of ice tea for Tyler and me, and when the day ended we’d sit at his house and count the money we made. Their were mom’s that would pay us more than are regular asking price, all cause we mowed their yards with no shirts on. Tyler and I would laugh about that as we split the money fifty - fifty, like we said.

We treated our friends to movies and the rest I opened a savings account at my local bank, and I hid some in my dresser. Tyler and I kept up with mowing thou, the job was hard, but the money was good, there are other clients that wanted us to do more than mow their yard, like cut branches or bushes that needed some trimming.

When we were done for the day, I went home and found my mom’s boyfriend holding my money in his hand the one I kept in my dresser,

“trying to hide money away from me,” with an angry look on his face as he said that. I ran towards him and try to grab my money from him, “that’s my money!” yelled Craig, the second I touched his hand the other one landed on my stomach and I nearly passed out. I fell on my knees as I put my hand on my stomach as I slowly laid on my side in a fetal position trying to ease the pain and kick me on my stomach but I had my arms wrapped around it and pretended that he made contact with a painful cry

“try hiding money away from me again and you’ll see what happens,” and walked out slamming my door behind him. I slowly got up and laid on my bed and I began to pound on my pillow as I cried, “aaah!,…John Paul please come back,…please, John Paul,” while he cried on his pillow

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I didn’t tell Tyler what happened that day when I went home, I left it as it is. We still mowed lawns and made more money than before, and treated ourselves to a soda and some ice cream. I wanted to spend sometime at Tyler’s house with him but he wanted to take Sara out on a date, thou they asked me if I wanted to go with them to go see a movie but I know they wanted some privacy so I told them, “some other time and that to have fun on their date together,”



I went to Tyler’s house that morning but he was to sick to help with the mowing, so I told him to stay in bed and that I’ll be fine. It was hard by myself and I didn’t get to mow the other lawns but I promise them, that I’ll get to it next week. I finish the day and went back to Tyler’s house and took out the money that I made, and I began to count my share and his

“Craig, I didn’t help you today, why are you splitting the money?” said Tyler as he laid in bed

“we promise to split the money we earn fifty - fifty and that’s what I’m doing,” smiled Craig

“Craig, I can’t take this, it not right” said Tyler

“Tyler, you’re my best friend, when I say fifty - fifty, I meant it,” said Craig

He had tears in his eyes as he looked at Craig, “thank you” and smiled

“your welcome,” smiled Craig, “I’ll leave you along, so you can get well,…bye, Tyler”

“bye, Craig” said Tyler. Craig got up and walked out and closed the door behind him



When he got home, he hid some money in his shoe and walked upstairs. When he got to his room he was there sitting on his bed waiting for him, “I know you got paid today, hand it to me,” Craig stood there and began to stick his hand in his pocket and took out some twenties and few tens, “this is all I have, I didn’t cut a lot of lawns today,” said Craig

“your lying,… don’t lie to me, boy”

“honest, this all I have,”

“I could tell your lying,… take your clothes off”
“no,” said Craig

“no, …you want me to beat the money out of you,”

Craig stood there for a second and slowly took his shirt off, than his pants but needed to take his shoes off first. He was hoping he doesn’t see the money in his shoes and kept his eyes away from it as he takes his pants off and his socks, all he had on was his briefs

“everything,… take everything off,” he didn’t cry as he pulled down his briefs and stood there with nothing on, as he looked at him, “you see that’s all I have,”

He got up and began to search his pockets his wallet. He stared at Craig, then his shoes and back at him, he kept his eyes on Craig as he picked up his shoe and began to shake it, nothing , he picked up the other one, still looking at Craig, this time a twenties and tens fell from his shoes. He picked it up and shook it in front of him. He punched Craig on his stomach and slammed him against the wall, “that’s for hiding my money,” all he could do was lay there hoping he won’t hit him again, “put your clothes back on,” and walked out. He grimace from the fist blow to his stomach as he put on his clothes thou he tried to hold back his tears but it fell as he was putting on his pants.

He still had some money that he saved when his dad send it along with a card, he had it hidden underneath a loose wood floor that was covered by his bed. Once he had his clothes back on he laid on his bed and covered his face and cried

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John Paul & Craig - A place called home



I walked home from school with Tyler that day, and asked him to spend the night, “Craig, why don’t you stay at my house tonight,” said Tyler

“okay, let me get my stuff and I’ll meet you outside,” said Craig, Tyler nodded at Craig while he waited for him by the front door of his house. He ran upstairs and packed some of his clothes for the whole week while he stayed at Tyler’s house, he didn’t wanna spend another day at his house knowing he was there. When he got to his room and began to pack he looked for his savings booklet, the one he opened up for himself, “where is it?” said Craig
as he thought to himself, he began to dump his stuff on his bed looking for his booklet

“looking for this,” as he held up the leather wallet that contained his savings account number and his password. Craig looked at him and charge at him and try to grab his wallet, “that’s mine!” yelled Craig. He threw it at him before he could come any closer, “you can have it, there’s nothing in that account,…I withdrew everything,” he laughed while he said it. I took a swing at him and hit him right square on his jaw, and he staggered back. He placed his hand on his jaw to make sure I didn’t break it, “you son of a bitch,” and charged at me. I tipped over the dresser to block him from coming at me but that didn’t stop him and launch at me with his first, hitting me on my chest, causing me to fall back as I placed my hand on my chest to ease the pain form the blow I took from him. Tyler heard a crashing noise and ran upstairs, he got there just in time before his fist landed on my face

“get off of him, you son of a bitch!” yelled Tyler as he held up a ceramic lamp, and hitting him on the back of his head. All two hundred plus pound fell on top of me. Tyler helped me push him on my side as I got up crying, “Craig are you alright?” said Tyler as he held me while I cried, “thank gawd you’re here, Tyler otherwise he would have killed me,” as more tears fell from his eyes

“come on get your stuff, your not staying here anymore,” said Tyler. Craig grabbed his bag pack

“wait,” as he wiped his tears and pushed his bed aside. He took the money, he had hid underneath the wooden floor and stashed it inside his bag pack. Tyler took a look at Craig’s mom’s boyfriend and kicked him on his torso, “you son of a bitch,” and kicked him again.

“come on lets go,” they ran to his house and up to his room



“Craig, why didn’t you tell me this was going on?” said Tyler almost wanting to hit Craig for not saying anything

“Tyler, I’m so sorry,…I know I should’ve have told you,” crying now

“gawd, Craig…you imagine if I wasn’t there, he could’ve killed you and I don’t think I could live with myself, if I knew one of my best friend was killed right across from me,” said Tyler as tears fell from his eyes, as he and Craig held each other, “I love you, Craig your like my brother I never had,” crying even more

“I’m so sorry, Tyler,….so sorry,” as he cried some more

“its okay, your safe now,” still holding on to each other, “its okay, Craig”

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John Paul & Craig - A place called home



They both pulled a way as they looked at each other, “I’m sorry Tyler but I can’t stay here anymore,” cried Craig

“what?,…..what do mean, you can stay here anymore?”

“I can’t, I miss John Paul,….I miss him so much,” cried Craig

“Craig, don’t go we can help you, stay with me,….my mom and dad wouldn’t mind, they like you here,” cried Tyler

“no Tyler, can’t you see…I’ll die if I stay here, ..I can’t bare not to be with John Paul any longer,”

“Craig, please stay,…at least do that for me,” cried Tyler

“I can’t,…I’m slowly dying inside, the more I stay here,” as more tears fell

“how your gonna find him?, he’s about a thousand miles away from here,” as he wiped his tears and looked at Craig

“I still have his address,…I have to find him, Tyler….I’m nothing without him,” cried Craig, “he completes me,”

“Craig, don’t go,” cried Tyler



That night as they lay, Craig thought Tyler was asleep as he turned on his side and touched him as he thought of John Paul, and cried. He felt a hand on his chest as it caresses him. When he was done, Tyler pulled him in and held him as he kissed his neck, “thank you, Tyler” cried Craig

“what are friends for,” and kissed him

“Tyler, please don’t,…I love John Paul,” said Craig

“I know,” as he held him and they both slept



It was around four - thirteen in the morning, still dark outside, Craig slowly climb out of the bed and began to dress as he looked at Tyler. When he was done, he wrote a note and placed it on Tyler’s night stand,



Gone to look for John Paul, please do not look for me, tell those guys I love them.

I love you, Tyler



Craig wiped his tears with the back of his hand as he bend down and kissed Tyler, “bye, my friend,” and walked out as he slowly closed the door



It was cold out as he made his way to the interstate. He looked back one last time as his tears fell, and head out into the night with his bag pack and whatever money he had with him to go find his lover.

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He made it out on the interstate and walked on the side of the road and as soon as he saw headlights he duck behind some bushes and waited for the person to drive off. He knew that if they saw a teenager walking at this hour, they would call the police and have them brought back home.

I got out from my hiding place and started my walk again. The sun began to slowly rise from the east and I could see the long stretch of narrow road in front of me. I must have walked about three miles or more, I cant really say but it felt like it. I could feel the heat from the sun as it lit up the area. There were cars passing by and the people in it would stare at me as they drive by, but I wouldn’t look at them, I just kept my eyes focus in front of me and I would think of John Paul as I walk.

It must have felt like noon, for the sun was beaming down on me and I was thirsty and hungry at the same time, “I should’ve at least brought something to drink,” as I thought to myself. I stopped and placed my hands over my eyebrow and stared at the road in front of me, and sighed,…and I’m thinking as I turned around and stared at the road from where I came, “I can’t go back, I have to find John Paul,” and I turned around and began my walk again

The hours have passed, and I’m feeling tired, thirsty and hungry. I looked back and stared to see if there was a car coming. I barely could make out from how far it was but it was heading my way, as soon as I saw it, I extended my arm out and point my thumb towards I was heading. It was a man in his mid - thirties, pulled over to the side of the road and waited for me. I ran towards the passenger side, he had his window down, “how far are you going?” he said

“how far can you take me?” said Craig

“about twenty or so miles, hop in” he smiled as I opened the door and sat down, strap my seat belt on and we took off. Alittle down the road he asked if I was thirsty

“there’s some bottle of water in the back seat, if you want some,” he said

“thanks,” I reached the back of the seat and grabbed a bottle of water and opened the cap and drank from it, I sighed, “that feels good,”

“by the way, I’m Mark” as he extend his hand out and I took it, “I’m Craig”

“nice to meet you Craig,” he smiled, “are you hungry?….there’s some chips in the compartment if you like,” said Mark

“thanks, Mark” and smiled at him

For a few minutes he didn’t say anything, just looked at me and smiled, “so Craig how are you gonna pay for that?” said Mark as he looked at him

“what?….what do you mean?” said Craig

“the water and chips aren’t free, you know” said Mark

“do you want money?…I have money, I can pay you, how much did you pay for the water and chips?” said Craig

He laughed and looked at Craig, “I don’t your money, I want something else,”

“what do you mean?” said Craig with a quizzical look

“I want you to make me feel good,” said Mark this time with a serious look on his face

Craig shook his head, “no, I’m not like that,” Mark began to raise his voice, “after drinking my water and eating my chips, your gonna do what I asked you to do!”

“no! let me out!,…stop the car!” yelled Craig, as he undo his seatbelt and tried to opened the door but Mark pulled him in, “what are trying to do kid, kill yourself?” yelled Mark

“stop the car!” yelled Craig. He placed his hand on the gear and slammed it on park position, causing Mark to drive off the road. He stepped on the break and the car came to a stop. Craig grabbed the keys from the ignition and ran out, “get back here with those kyes, you son of a bitch!” yelled Mark as he tries to undo his seat belt. Craig was already ahead of him as he ran out into an opened area of sand and rocks. Mark still yelling from behind, “I swear, if I catch you, I’ll break every bone in your body, you son of a bitch,” …. “get back here!” as he was running his foot got caught in one of the hole and sprained his ankle, he yelled out, “aaah,…my ankle,” Craig stopped and placed his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, as he looked at Mark. He ran back to his car and drove away, leaving mark behind still yelling and cursing at him.

He began to cry as he drove off and placed his hand on his chest to ease his beating heart, as he thought of John Paul, and cried even more

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I must have drove over twenty-five miles and not realizing that the gas tank light was blinking. The car began to jerk and I pulled over to the side of the road and got out. I grab my bag pack and couple of bottle of waters and chips what’s left inside the car and began my journey.

It must have been three or four in the afternoon and the mid-air around me became cool. I needed to find some kind of shelter for the night before the cold air sets in. I walked about five miles down the road and I haven’t yet seen any cars or trucks for the pass two or three hours, and my feet was hurting from all that walking. Far off from me I could see a gas station on my right as I got closer. It was a relief and I could sure use the restroom to clean up.

I walked in and asked the lady behind the counter if I could use their restroom, she pointed the way and I thanked her. I got in and drop my bag pack on the floor and began to wash up. “ah, that felt good,” I said to myself as I lean forward and held my head underneath the faucet and washed my head, I grab some paper towel and began to dry off my hair and face and changed my shirt for a clean one and walked out

I sat on a stool by the counter and looked around the diner, “hi, I’m Rachel, are you ready to order or you need a few more minutes?” as she stood with a check and pen in her hand as if she was getting ready to dictate some kind of memo to be sent out

“I’ll have a hamburger and a coke, please” said Craig

“anything else?” said Rachel

“no that’s it,” said Craig

“okay, I’ll be right back with your drink,” and smiled

As I was looking around a man, who looked to be in his fifties sat right next to me and smiled, I smiled back

“hi, Rachel” she turned around and smiled at him, “oh, hi Sam, the usual”

“you know it,” said Sam smiling

“the usual coming right up,” and placed his order. Few minutes later she brought my coke

“what have you been up too, Sam?” said Rachel

“driving, that’s all I do is drive around delivering stuff, and my back is killing me, but just seeing you makes it better,” and smiled

“now you know better than that, Sam you’re a married man,” said Rachel and smiled at him

“there’s nothing wrong with that,” smiled Sam. It made me smile too and he saw it and smiled at me, “I haven’t seen you around here before, knew in town?” said Sam

“you can say that, actually I’m off to see a friend of mine,” said Craig

“oh,… I‘m Sam.” Craig shook his hand, “I’m Craig,”…. “here you go,” said Rachel as she placed Craig’s hamburger in front of him

“thank you,” said Craig and took a bite of it

“where’s your friend at?” said Sam. Craig tried to answer him but he had a mouth full as he tried to swallowed his food, he took out John Paul’s address and showed him, “oh, do you have a ride?” said Sam,

“no,” said Craig, “I can’t take you all the way but I can drop you off at the nearest truck stop,”

“thanks, that’ll be great,” said Craig, “Sam, your not one of those guys that want something from me,” as he asked him nervously

“what do you mean?” said Sam

“um, you know,…sex,” said Craig and looked away, he laughed for a few seconds and smiled at Craig

“oh no, Craig,…now why would I wanna do that, you remind me of my son back home,” he smiled at Craig. He felt relief and smiled back at Sam, “don’t worry Craig, your safe with me,” and smiled again. “here you go Sam,” said Rachel and smiled, “thanks, sweetie,” said Sam and smiled at her

They finish their meal and set off on the road, “bye Rachel, sweetie,…I’ll see in a couple of weeks,” said Sam

“okay Sam, you take care now, you hear” said Rachel as she stood and waved at him



“hop in Craig,” said Sam, he opened the door and held onto a bar as he pull himself up and sat down

“thanks Sam, I really appreciate this,” said Craig, “do you need money for gas?”

He laughed, “that’s okay Craig, the company I work for provides me all that even my meals,” said Sam “so, this friend of yours, she must be really cute for you to be traveling alone, and this far”

Craig wanted to tell him that she is a he, and his name is John Paul. “Craig can I ask you a question, and be honest with me,” said Sam as he drove, it was dark outside the sun had already set as I stared out the window, “oh gawd, can he see right through me,” as I thought to myself, “that I love John Paul,”

“no go right ahead,” said Craig

“how old are?” said Sam as he stared at the road and back at him and back at the road again

“eighteen, Sam” said Craig

“mm,…I thought maybe your fifteen or sixteen,” said Sam “my son is not much older than you, and you look just about the same age, but if you say your eighteen, than I’ll leave it at that,”

we drove for a few hours, mostly he talked about his family back home while I listen and smiled and at times he would make me laugh, he was great to be with but my heart ached for John Paul, I wanted to cry right there as we drove,… “this friend, what’s her name?” said Sam

“Sam , I wanna be honest with you,” said Craig, “actually my friend is a he not a she and his name is John Paul,”

“like a best friend,” he smiled at Craig, “I had a best friend when I was your age, Craig” he laughed as he thought of him and the things they did back then. “you miss him, huh,…is that why your going to see him?” said Sam

“yeah Sam, I miss him,…we grew up together and I haven’t seen him almost a year, now” said Craig

“you know, that reminds me I should give him a call and see how’s he doing, you know I married his sister,” he looked out the window and sighed, “she was beautiful, first time I saw her,” he looked at me, “she’s old now, too you but to me she’s still that same girl I married that day,”

We talked a few more hours and I began to fall asleep, “Craig there’s a cabin in the back of this truck, not much of a bed but its better than nothing,” said Sam, “go on back there son, and get some sleep, I’ll wake up when we get there,”

“thanks, Sam” said Craig, he got up and climbed in the back as soon as he was stretched out, he fell asleep



We pulled in and Sam woke me up, “we’re here Craig,” said Sam. Those few hours of rest felt good. I thanked Sam for the ride and that I’ll never forget him for his kindness, “take care, Craig I hope you find your friend,” we said are good-byes and he drove off.

There wasn’t much people at the diner when I walked in, I checked my wallet, to see if I have enough for a sandwich thou, I still have a bottle of water, I didn’t have enough for a sandwich and I bought a soda instead and walked outside and stood, looking around. It’ll be couple of hours before the sun comes up, the air was cool and I took out my jacket to keep warm as I began my walk on the interstate, “I’m coming my love,” as I thought to myself



I walked for hours and the heat form the sun wasn’t helping that much. I drank my last bottle of water and I was feeling hungry. It was nearly dark and my stomach began to growl, I was so hungry and thirsty as I walked, and for a minute, I almost passed out form the heat of the sun to the cold air at night, plus the hunger and the thirst began to take its toll on me. I was so tired from all that walking

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John Paul & Craig - A place called home



I was feeling light headed from hunger as I walked down the road and needed something in my stomach or I’ll pass out, and also needed a place to sleep for the night. I looked straight ahead and I could see a light not to far from where I was.

I made it there but there was a police car parked out front and the way I looked, I might as well tell them to take me home, if they take one good look at me, they’ll think I ran away from home. There was a small shack on the side of the diner and a dumpster as I made my way there, I looked around to make sure no one was looking. The door to the shack was locked and it had four glass panel. I look inside and notice there was a table that I could use as a bed for the night. I broke the glass and stick my hand in and turned the knob as I looked back to see if anyone saw me, I walked in and place my bag pack on the table and looked around.

I saw someone come out from the backdoor of the diner as he carried a bag to throw away, he lift the lid from the dumpster and threw the trash inside and closed it. After he closed the lid and went back inside, I walked out from the shack and made my way to the dumpster, hoping I’ll find something to eat. I lift the lid and began to scrounge for food and found a piece of sandwich half eaten and took a bite, the taste was awful but I was so hungry that I didn’t care as I ate the sandwich. I found another piece and ate that one too.

Then for some reason my stomach was in pain and I began to feel nauseated. I dropped to my knees as I wrapped my arms around my stomach, “oh gawd,….what did I just eat?” as I said to myself, “ah it hurts,” I slowly got up and walked back to the shack and I opened the door, and barely made it in before I fell on the ground. I began to feel cold and hot at the same time, still have my arms around my stomach. I tried to stand up so I could lay on the table, hoping that’ll ease the pain.

The back door open and I heard someone talking, “David, don’t forget to lockup the lid on that dumpster, I don’t want anyone going through it, you what happened last time,”

“yeah, mom I won’t,” said David she went back in while he threw away the rest of the trash, it closing time and they needed to lockup the place. I made my way out of the shack, “help me,…please help me,” as I walked towards him, like a drunk person, only I wasn’t drunk, I was sick and in pain. He dropped the bag and stared at me, as I tried to keep the content in but to no avail my stomach is not having it, any of it and I threw up, some landed on my shirt, “please, help me” said Craig, he slowly closed his eyes and passed out.

“mom!,…mom, better come out here, we have another runaway,” yelled David

“what is it, son?” said Carol

“look,” as he pointed towards Craig.

Alex came out and stared at Craig, “who’s that, David?” said Alex

“I don’t know?…I saw him coming from our shack, he threw up and passed out,” said David

“he must have ate the sandwich from the dumpster, mayo gets bad pretty quick out in this heat,” said Carol, “David, pick him up and bring him inside,” he walked over to Craig and placed his arm around his shoulder, “oh gawd, he smells of puke,” said David and turned his head the other way.

“don’t bring him in if he threw up, hold him up against the dumpster and I’ll wash him down with the hose,” said Carol. David held him against the dumpster while his mom hose him down, Craig began to cough and tried to block the water with his hands

“okay, lets carry him inside,” said Carol

“where are we gonna put him?” said David

“in Jennifer’s room,” said Carol. “please help me,” said Craig, as he looked at them with his eyes slightly open. Craig could feel he’s being carried and placed on a bed, his eyes half open and half closed as he stared at Carol and David

“Alex, go back to bed, you shouldn’t be up walking around,” said Carol

“ah, mom I wanna see who he is,” said Alex

“Alex, do what mom tells you, now go back to bed,” said David. He looked at David and he could see in his eyes that he was pleading for him to go back to bed, knowing the fact he was sick. He turned and walk back to his room

“David, take his clothes off and I’ll put it in the washer,” said Carol “I’ll be back with some aspirin,”

“yes, mom” said David and began to take my shoes off and work his way to my shirt and my pants along with my briefs. I was completely naked as he stared down on me, like he was studying my body and what to do with it. He saw my eyes looking at him and he took the blanket and covered me. He looked into my eyes as he laid the cover, “thank you,” said Craig, he didn’t say anything just looked at me. His mom came in with a glass of water and two aspirins

“help him up David, so he can take this medicine,” said Carol. I took the aspirin and drank the water and laid back down, I looked at Carol, “thank you,” said Craig and closed his eye and fell asleep

Another chapter, no tears,....but there will be once Craig becomes well again. Enjoy....coments welcome

John Paul & Craig - A place called home



I awoke the next day and sat up, “hi,” said Alex,

“you scared me,” said Craig,

“sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,…I’m Alex,” he smiled at me and I smiled back, “I’m Craig,”

“how do you feel?” as he looked at Craig still smiling

“okay, I suppose,” said Craig, “what happened?”

“my mom said, that you must have ate a bad sandwich,” said Alex, “where you from, Craig?” said Alex

“about hundred miles from here,” smiled Craig

“oh, I never go anywhere, except to the hospital,” said Alex, “what’s it like,…where you from?”

“it’s a nice place really,” said Craig as he stared ahead and thought of Tyler, Sara and the others, but mostly he thought of John Paul and it almost brought tears to his eyes as he shook his head and looked at Alex and smiled

“while did you leave?” said Alex, before he could answer, David walked in, and s