Chapter 11 Book 7

Chapter 11

Arthur's Big Day

In many ways, I felt sorry for Arthur, really I did. Because he, like me, had been through a lot. He was seven or eight years old when he came to live with the Rothwells. He was also the longest foster kid that they had taken in at the time … me being second. Knowing that most foster boys that had made it past their doors soon left within six months or fewer. I would like to say it was because of good behavior and having returned to live with their own families, but I can't … because they either went to Juvie or prison. Yet, the funny thing is, that Family Services called them a first-rate foster home, with an exceptional record. We also all know that some caseworkers just didn't really bother to look into what was really going on, or really cared other than collecting a paycheck.

Arthur was a special case and why Mom kept him against Dad's wishes. It was because she truly believed that children like Arthur were special angels from heaven. And she refused to believe otherwise, stating several times that God would bless them ten times over if they took him in.

However, if it had not been for the Rothwell's grandfather who committed the heinous act of raping Arthur and Shawn during their younger years in the nudist colony; But it did happen, and because of that, it changed everything they believed in. Their experiences caused them to become harsh and cruel. The presence of so much pent-up anger following the previous incident may have played a role in their subsequent transformation into angry and cruel individuals upon encountering the extremely troublesome boys.

Upon my first arrival at the Rothwell home, I realized that right away that I was perceived as a troublemaker, just like the rest of the boys they had taken in … and therefore received the same treatment. It wasn't until they could truly get to know me that they discovered I differed completely from them, and I owe a debt of gratitude to my friend Jeff for helping me see this with a little divine intervention. You may think I'm crazy, but Jeff was more than just an imaginary friend to me. There were moments when I longed for him to be with me, but I found solace because I wasn't the only one. Some people have actually seen him as clear as day, just like I do, and have personally spoken to him.

I can say without a doubt I couldn't have written this bio without him, pushing me to do it and helping me to remember with such clarity of the advent that had taken place in my life. Conversations that I had and the many people I have come across. It's like it was just yesterday. Not thirty or forty years ago.

I had no doubt that Mom in a way still felt that Arthur was still special, but she couldn't excuse the fact that he had become someone who rapes young boys and someone the Satanic occult brainwashed. Someone so filled with anger because he didn't understand that what he was doing was wrong. We cannot blame Shawn or the occult entirely. They had distanced themselves from him because they didn't want to believe that it was happening in the home, the home where they built everything around the LDS church.

Attended every meeting, prayed night and day, had family home evening and family prayer every night without fails. Yet somehow the devil got in and took what he wanted, and when he wanted it. Today was not only a big day for Arthur, it was also a big day for them. Today, they would have to say that they had failed, failed to protect, and failed at giving a boy that nobody wanted a home because he was mentally retarded. He was now someone they couldn't help or give him love and a home.

Today, they would be saying goodbye to Arthur. Knowing there was very little chance they would ever see him again. Dad said as I watched him put his arms around her that they were doing the right thing by him. He may not think so, but in time, after he realizes that Mom and Dad really do love him, or they wouldn't put him in a place where they can help him. And doing the same for Shawn, hoping that a new start would do them both good and get the help they truly need. It was better than a death sentence. It was better this way even though they failed.

The moment we came home I couldn't wait to get out of that dreaded wheelchair; the coolness had worn off and made me have a little more respect for the ones that don't have the use of their legs that require them to get around in. I let Sparky out and Jake's dog so they both could do their business, their cat was more than happy to come and go as he pleased now that he had a permanent home here, finding new cat friends to play with and finding a fresh field mouse whenever he wanted.

Dad said he was going to pick up our horses during the week that I would be home with my mother, and is having a new barn being built, which could hold not only the horses but a couple of cows and some sheep. Plus, a chicken coop for some chickens and roosters, hoping that having something that reminded me of home and the Downings would make me feel more at home here.

I didn't tell him that nothing would ever be the same as that, but Jeff agreed, and I let Dad think it was a good idea even though I was concerned about what the occult would do. Stringham said they would be safe and guaranteed that they would be watched day and night if he had to sleep in the barn to do it, and that was good enough for me. I did have to admit I did miss the sounds of a rooster crowing and the sounds of happy sheep, chickens, and even the horses. I missed the sound they made and the feeling of them as I rode them.

Yet once the dogs came in all I could think about was a nice hot relaxing bath and nice warm bed and sleeping like the dead after two full days of no sleep, but I knew I wouldn't be alone: watching the girls and my mermaids walking down the hall to my room. As soon as we entered my room, Eli pinned me against the wall, his lips meeting mine after he closed the door, while Dillon, Scott, and Walter joined in to help with our clothes. Mom opened the door, her voice echoing, "Hang up your suits, please; I don't want to pick up after you." The smell of freshly baked bread wafted from the kitchen. Mom was Mom. She believed clothes were either worn or hung up and our dirty clothes were in the hamper to be washed.

Eli had gotten over being shy around Mom and Dotty. He just considers them just another girl or part of the family. He didn't care so much about seeing him naked or aroused. He said. "Don't worry Mom, we'll make sure we do," she gave them a nod and reminded us we had to get up early and closed the door. Eli said as he dropped my pants and my boxers, finding me more than ready. "Now where were we? Oh yes, you promised me; to show me how much you love me now that we are married, but I'll take a rain check on the sex until when it's just the two of us. But for now, I have agreed to share you with your friends until then. I have been dying for one of those sensual baths and full-body massages you guys have been telling me about. Say bedtime no later than 11:30?" The boys agreed and gave me a wicked smile as they took turns kissing me and stroking me.

The girls asked if we were coming, waving the thermostat of Doctor Sar's sex remedy as they hung up their ball gowns in the closets. Telling us if we hurry we can finish the rest, seeing them only in panties and bras. We quickly took care of our clothes so Mom wouldn't have to pick up after me; Sparky took his spot on the bed, knowing we could be awhile before he would have to give way to us. Walter quickly started a roaring fire having Scott pull out the bed from the couch and turn on some music that we could listen to as it piped into the bathroom as the girls waited for us.

Eli quickly told the girls we agreed to a reasonable bedtime tonight of 11:30 which would give us about two hours to bathe and have a full body massage. The girls said it was more than fine because they too wanted to get a good night's sleep. Knowing that we could have all the sex we wanted next week when we were at my mother's house. I said nothing regarding how we were going to range that instead; I asked. "Who here has their driver's-license?" for my plan to work. Not knowing if Dad and Stringham had a solution on how all of us were going to get down there without using a limo. Not saying we couldn't, it is just we rather not cause attention to ourselves.

No one raised their hands or spoke up when they did. They all said learner permit. Requiring an adult ride-along; Eli and I were the only ones who didn't have learner's permits because they didn't teach Driver's Ed at Crest-Ridge which they outsource after they have graduated high school. Then there was me. I would have to wait for the second half of the school year, or longer because Dad was unsure if they had one here.

But promised one way, or another it was going to happen if he had to drive me to Tim Buck Too, to get it done. Saying a promise is a promise. Not that I didn't know how to drive as long as it was automatic. I was good to go and had all the points I would need to sign off on it. The problem being I couldn't drive a car anywhere here in Heber because Nate Carrion either takes a limo or must have Jenny drive him. Man, I hated my life as Nate; Shawn's was bad enough, noticing that Shane's truck had been parked along the side of the house with a cover over it.

After a nice long bath and an hour, or so of sex, we climbed under the covers, well mostly we did. Eli was the one who didn't know what to do with himself or our brides, as I shook my head as they quickly dressed in a pair of PJs that they brought with them from Crest-Ridge. They looked at me and my mermaid friends, the only ones not wearing a stitch on, wondering what was so funny. We said nothing and made ourselves comfortable as they slid into bed with me. While my mermaid friends used the other bed, I rolled over and whispered in Eli's ear that we usually sleep in the raw.

He punched me hard in the arm and kissed me. I took off his shirt and tossed it out of the bed, wrapping my arms around him. He had gotten used to the idea of cuddling and didn't bother him anymore when we kissed. He was just a little shy about doing it in public. I smiled, thinking about how my father was going to freak out when I came home with not only my mermaids but with my two new wives and husband. And finding them running around the house naked; if he had a problem with me and my brother doing it, he was about to have a nuclear meltdown.

Rhoda rolled Eli off me and told him to spend some time with his own wife, as she took his place as I took off her bra and tossed it then kissed me whispering in my ear. "You could have told us that we are sleeping naked, dear husband of mine."

I smiled and whispered back. "What fun would that be? Considering it gives me the chance to take your clothes off again."

She laughed. "You're so incorrigible." She lay next to me and putting my arm around her, she giggled as I slid her panties off so I could play with her sweet spot with my fingers. She rolled over facing me, telling me. "Alright, one more time." A feeling of happiness washed over me, causing me to break into a smile. At that moment, as I closed my eyes, the thought struck me that life had reached its pinnacle of happiness, having the incredible blessing of two wives and a husband. We didn't get out of bed until the alarm went off, alerting us that it was time to get up.

After a quick shower as the girls hogged the bathroom, using every hair dryer, every curling iron, and every sink; we boys left them to it and used our own method of getting ready. Landon was taking them all to an early fitting for the bride's maid dresses since we boys had our tuxes and were waiting for him to take them to the dry cleaners, so we have them for the wedding. Dr. Sars was waiting at the breakfast table. It was the first time I had seen her since we had come back home. Arthur too was here, complacent, most likely because Shawn wasn't here to goad him.

I quickly introduced Eli, and the girls to her as she shook hands with each other. I asked. "So have you had a chance to look over that voodoo bag that Tony and I found at Crest-Ridge?"

She nodded, "He said. "Powerful black magic, it is used to conceal the person against being seen by spirits and talisman to give them stealth and speed. I sent Tony the necessary items to prevent future surprises. But for now, I am going to work a little white magic of my own so you two can play at that game. May I have your rings and a lock of your hair?"

As I nodded, everyone handed over the rings we had obtained from the satanic wedding and allowed her to cut a small piece of our hair. Carefully, she placed them on a piece of cloth and folded it, ensuring she didn't have to touch them. She then placed our hair into separate baggies, labeling them with our names. The moment she did this, I felt a sudden drain of energy. Eli and the girls noticed it too, as she explained, "What you're feeling is the effect of the rings that bind you to each other and the dark forces that created them. It's a tracking spell, among other things." She informed us that she had assigned Stringham the task of melting down the items we had seized during the raid to create bars of gold, silver, or metal. The gems from the knives found on the altar would be re-blessed and used to craft our new wedding rings.

"Using Eli's Dad's ring as a template, I have taken the liberty of redesigning them with some minor changes," she continued. "They will look similar, yet different. With my mother, a voodoo priestess, we will bless them with powerful spells of white magic." She reached into her purse and pulled out a white box with gold edging, passing it to me. Giving me a nod, she encouraged me to open it. Inside the box was a ring that bore a striking resemblance to the one Eli's Dad wore - a snake biting its tail adorned with diamonds and small rubies. "The diamonds and rubies are not real, but the genuine rings will be," she explained. "Since Stringham wanted a miracle to have the rings ready for the wedding tomorrow night, we had to settle for paste for now. But rest assured, they should still work effectively, even though the new rings will possess twice the power. Just remember not to let it go to your heads and start thinking you're invincible or attempt any daring stunts."

She pulled out a small magnifying glass and held it up to the ring and had us all look at it. "Notice the hideous snake eating its tail, but if you look closer, you will see the angels with swords driving the snake to bite its tail. The only way for anyone to see it is by looking at it through a magnifying glass like this one or taking it to a jeweler. The ring itself is one part gold, one part silver, and one part metal, which has been blessed by a ring of twelve white witches like my mother.

"The person who is crafting your rings is a warlock using powerful white magic that hasn't been used in centuries. He has assured me the wearer of those rings will have armor so thick nothing will get through it unless you, yourself, remove the ring. It will be tied to your life force and your soul. So, I would never recommend you take them off unless you are 100% sure you are completely safe, and even then, with good reason. They have their tricks, we have ours. Now eat your breakfast … you too, Arthur, you got a big day ahead of you … and don't sass me, I still have this to make sure you will be good."

She pointed to her bracelet. Arthur nodded as he gave me and my friends a snarl, asking. "What did you do with Shawn?"

Dr. Sars smiled as she patted his cheeks. "We put him in a nice safe box where nobody will ever find him … like we're going to do with you." I didn't correct her that he was mostly safe not knowing if we caught them all or if they still might find a way back in. But for now, I had my own problems to worry about as Mom and Dad made their way to the breakfast table, kissing each of us on the head.