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Erotic, Supernatural, Mystery, Billy Samner Updated
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Journal Entry Four:
I drowned a week ago. When I dived from the boat, I think I wanted to die.
While dad and I were fishing, dad said things. I realized he had been told
that I am not his son. He said he would always love me but I saw hate in his
eyes.
I remember dad pulling me from the lake and crying. When I felt his lips
breathing air into me, I knew he loved me. It was weird. I knew he loved me
but I still remembered the hate I saw in his eyes. I know that he does not
hate me but he hates that I am not his son.
In the ambulance on the way to the hospital I died. After I left my body I
saw my brother. I was a ghost and he was ghost waiting to be born. I don't
think I was dreaming. I think my brother was begging me not to die. And he
was begging mother not to die. I felt myself being pulled back to my body by
a silver cord of light. Then I saw mother. She was crying for me and my
brother. Then I saw the silver cord of light streaming from her break and
she began floating away from my brother and me.
When I woke, dad was at my bedside and screaming in tears. I told dad that I
wanted my mom. I begged for him to tell me that she isn't dead. But he told
me she is dead. Then I saw a man in the hallway screaming in pain and in
tears.
Weakly, I crawled from the bed and I walked to the hallway. I looked up at
the man who I knew was my other father. Then I walked to the elevator and I
went to the maternity ward. I went to the window to look at the babies and I
saw the baby who is my brother. Billy Samner.
Father and Mr. Samner walked up behind me. The three of us stood looking at
Billy but we said nothing.
Later at the hospital, I had overheard Mr. Samner and his wife talking in
the waiting room where I had gone to get a cola. They didn't see me at the
machine. I felt so sorry for Mrs. Samner when I heard her begging for Mr.
Samner to return to his family. I wanted to scream no when he asked if she
could raise his bastard son as though he were hers. I said nothing. As I
turned to go back to my room I saw my father standing next to me. He
whispered, "He doesn't know." I smiled at dad and told him that he will
never hear it from my lips. I thought it best if Mr. Samner didn't know I am
his son.
During the drive from the hospital I kept trying to figure some way that
Billy might come to live with Dad and me and Sandra. But I realized there
was no way and that my brother would stay with Mr. Samner.
Knowing that I would never see mom again and knowing that my little brother
who had called me back from the dead would be raised in another home, I felt
so, so overwhelmed I don't know how to describe it. It is almost like being
homesick. Seriously, homesick. Homesick for a family who has been taken from
me.
But I love my family. I love father. I love Sandra.
Journal Entry Five:
I had almost forgotten about this journal. Then today I had reason to turn
my closet upside down looking for it. It seemed like that last entry was a
dream. It seemed that way until yesterday.
Last night I was over at the Apartments where Amber lives. I've got such a
crush on that girl. Since dad has been dating her mother, it is weird.
My bud Bobby and I were sitting in my red mustang, drinking beer, and
picking on two of Amber's lesbian girlfriends. Then this young punk walks
up. Taking up for Amber's friends, he suggest my bud and I are gay. I
respond by throwing a can of beer at the punk's head as hard as I could
throw it. I couldn't believe it when he caught the beer and in total cool
fashion popped it and took a guzzle. I turned to Bobby and was like who the
fuck is this kid. He tells me that the dudes he knows who live in or around
the Apartments are scared of Billy Samner. Bobby suggest that besides Billy
being tough, he is a witch. He swore he saw Billy cause Josh Gordy's nose
bleed by just looking at him after Josh made him angry. And Bobby was dead
serious when he said he saw Billy levitate during a broad jump on the
playground.
Billy Samner. So here I am back at my journal. Yesterday I threw a can of
beer at my brother who Bobby says is a witch. I was so intrigued and
thrilled. I can't describe the feeling.
I gave Bobby the keys to my mustang. I got out and he drove to a hangout he'
d been wanting to hookup with some friends at. I watched Billy and Amber and
her friends talking. I could hear some of what was being said. After Amber's
friends left I followed Billy and Amber to the laundry room. I watched Billy
and Amber get naked. I watched Billy suck Amber's pussy.
I was shocked, amazed, jealous, and so turned on.