Adventures in Marty! 7

It is awkward as they continue to embrace walking down the stairs. Both of their faces are flush from deep emotion. Stumbling several times, they laughed as each steadied the other. Reaching the bottom of the stairs they couldn’t let go. It was like they were trying to be on the inside of one another. Their uncertainty flourished in security. Leelee and Alex sensed the the divine moment they were in.

holdinghands by josep ma. rosell on flickr
by Josep Ma. Rosell flickr.com

Sitting on the couch, hands interwoven, they strolled into one another’s eyes. Neither of them anticipated this experience. Alex broke the speechless communication. After my father left, he began, uncle Albert started spending time with me. Taking me places and buying me things. He was very affectionate. Alex paused, lips quivering. When he put his hand on my crotch, I froze.  Alex jumped up, screamed, then rolled on the floor. The outburst scarred Leelee.

Using her arms as instruments of healing, she messaged his broken heart. He is in agony. Leelee had no idea this had happened. He rolled onto his back. Gasping for air. His words were scrambled. It’s okay Alex. It’s okay. I’m so ashamed, he mourned! I never wanted you to know. I didn’t want anyone to ever know. She pleads in silence. Searching for what to say. What to do. Marty whispers to her spirit. Wisdom flows from her tongue.

It wasn’t your fault, Alex. You were just a little boy. He said, I didn’t understand what he was doing at first. After he performed an actual sex act, I never wanted to see him again. I was seven. I couldn’t hold my head up. I had a hard time looking people in the eyes. He told me if I said anything I would be taken away from my mom and put in a home for bad boys. It went on for three years until I finally told my mom.

Mom called and invited uncle Albert to come over. We sat at the kitchen table waiting for him to arrive. I was very frightened. Mom wasn’t saying anything. I didn’t know if she was mad at me or not. I didn’t know what was going to happen. The smell of fresh baked cookies gave me some comfort. I asked if I could have one. She gave me three cookies with a glass of milk. I knew mom was upset. She had a look on her face I hadn’t seen before. Uncle Albert knocked on the door. Mom yelled, come in. He opened the door shouting, hello. Mom spoke, in a firm tone, we’re in the kitchen.

cookiesmilk Jonathan schertzer
by Jonathan Schertzer commons.wikipedia

I had a piece of cookie in my mouth. I couldn’t swallow. I let it melt. I was afraid to move. His smile left his face in a hurry when he saw us sitting there. He seemed to know what was about to happen. What’s going on? He asked. Without offering him a seat, mom said, Alex told me what you have been doing to him. How could you, Albert? What is wrong with you? He replied, what in the world are you talking about? Mom sent me to my room. I was glad to go.

Our apartment was small. I could hear everything being said. Don’t you even think about denying this, Albert. I trusted you. He started to say something when mom said, don’t say a word, Albert. Not a word. Right or wrong, I have decided not to report you. I don’t want Alex to be injured any further. You and I will never speak again. You will leave any family function me and Alex are at. You will not be anywhere near Alex again. If I ever hear that you have done this to another child I will come forward.

argue by relationships1 on fliker
by relationships1 on flickr.com

You will seek professional help. Tomorrow you will hire a therapist. You will instruct the therapist to contact me and give me reports of your progress. If you don’t obtain satisfactory results, or quit going to therapy, I will report you. If the therapist’ has a legal obligation, to report you, then that is what will happen. I will cooperate with the authorities. If I don’t get a call from a therapist, by the end of the day tomorrow, I will call the cops. Do you understand everything I’ve said, Albert? This is some sort of misunderstanding, Albert pleaded. No, it’s not. Do exactly what I said, Albert. Now get out of my house.

The door closed as Albert left. I sat still. Waiting for mom to come to me. Or call me to come to her. It seemed like forever before she came into my room. I could tell she’d been crying. I was sitting on my bed. She knelt in front of me. Mom hugged me tight for a long time. Then she leaned back keeping her face close to mine. She said, uncle Albert will never hurt you again, Alex. This wasn’t your fault. You just forget this ever happened to you. There isn’t anything wrong with you. We never have to talk about this again, Alex. You just act like it never happened. Okay?

When Alex finished telling the story, he just looked at Leelee. Worried that she would see him differently. Not feel the same way about him. Squeezing him, she wrapped the two of them together. I love you, Alex. You will be a great father. Their bodies were so close she could feel his relief.

Pantokrater’s presence provided everything needed. Marty’s work of healing, wisdom, and comfort blended the three of them into a spiritual oneness. Love unleashed the attributes of perfection. This was a moment, like no other, for both of them.

Marty will return next Friday!

 

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