Hi everyone! My name is Terri and I wrote a story for you…

Here it is

He'd kill me. I know it. I know that much. But, why me? What did I do that was so bad? Whatever it was I'd take it back. I'd take it back. Take it back. I wanna take it back!

Sunlight. A precious natural phenomenon that he'd never felt so thankful for in his entire life. It was weird how something so abundant was taken for granted. Like other things.

Huey took a look around the sunlit room in a quick instant of confusion. Then he remembered.

Last night. He listed the things that happened in his head.

His brother was sent to the hospital.

He came to the Dubois house.

Jazmine kissed him.

He had a nigga moment.

He nearly killed Ruckus.

He got his DNA.

He fell asleep on Jazmine's floor.

…Yep, just a normal day.

Huey nearly rose from the floor but stopped realizing that the girl in question had found herself a pillow in his shoulder. Gently shaking her, he whispered in her ear, "Jazmine. Jazmine wake up."

She didn't even budge and continued to snore softly. He forgot how much of a heavy sleeper she was since the incident last year while they watched Pulp Fiction. She could sleep through an entire Samuel L. Jackson rant about cheeseburgers and God without flinching or skipping a snore. To make matters worse, she was leaned on him the entire time, making his own arm fall asleep.

Sticking a finger from his free hand into her side, Jazmine shot up with a shriek, "Wh-What? Where? Oh, hey, Huey," she said with a smile.

"Is there some reason why you sleep like you're on Ritalin?"

"I don't know what Ritalin is but why is the way I sleep so important to you?"

"Well, the fact that you nearly made me lose all the blood in my arm plays a factor." He sat up into an Indian style position and gave her a look. "Why exactly were you on my arm in the first place?"

She blushed and averted her gaze, "My neck started to hurt," her cheeks turned a dark crimson color.

"You have a bed you know," Huey said as if he didn't notice her embarrassment. In true Huey fashion, he noticed but decided to rub it in for all it was worth.

"You were comfortable," she nearly said silently.

"And the kiss?"

"Uhh," she coughed and played with the hem of her nightgown. He'd known that she liked him for the last two years but never addressed. Or expected her to move on it for that matter. "Because I wanted to, that's why."

"Why?"

"Well, that doesn't matter! Are we going to go see Riley today?"

"I'm going to see Riley. What makes you think you're father is going to let you go to the hospital?"

"What makes you think I'm going to tell him? My mom's already gone to work and he's about to go jogging."

"Wait, your dad leaves you here alone?"

"Sometimes, but only during the day. What? You think he's some type of psycho-protective person who doesn't allow me to see sunlight?"

He stared at her blankly, "Your dad checks the house in the middle of the night."

"That doesn't mean-,"

"Twice."

"Lots of people-,"

"The front door has a damn bolt lock on it, Jazmine!"

"Okay, okay. So maybe he's a little obsessed. That doesn't mean he doesn't let me do some things."

Huey sighed and stood. He'd nearly forgotten how nice mornings were. Not only had he nearly left the past 48 hours in the trash, but he woke up feeling refreshed, despite only getting 6 hours of sleep. And, as much as he hated to admit it, having the mulatto around was also a nice addition to the nearly peaceful morning.

"Oh, com'on Huey," Jazmine whined, thinking he was about to leave, "Take me with you. I wanna see Riley. What if he's wondering where we are?"

"He's not even talking, Jazmine," he stopped as she gave him a pair of emerald eyes. Striking him as if they were like Riley's he cleared his throat, "Just get dressed. But don't think I won't bring up this kiss thing later."

Jazmine stood and glared at him. She crossed her arms, walked towards him and planted another on his cheek, "Fine with me," she stated stubbornly.

"Fine." He said quickly.

"Fine."

'I don't know if I can take this shit anymo'. I wanna know that he's dead. I wanna know that I'm safe. I wanna stop hurtin'. I wanna go to sleep foreva.

I don't wanna wake up. I don't wanna have to see everybody's face lookin' at with pity and shame. I don't wanna have to live wit' the memory of what happen.

Is that possible? To just stop wakin' up? To never have to be conscious again?

Isn't that bein' dead?

…I guess I wanna be dead then.'

Now why in the world would you have a room 609 on the 10th floor?

Huey had been searching for the DNA area for at least a half hour by now and low and behold it's in a random room on a random floor. Jazmine had stayed in Riley's room after he promised to bring her back a bottle of… Snapple. The devil's potion. Fine, if she wanted to slowly die by the hands of the white man, fine.

Huey knocked on the door and nearly fell back as the door swung open instantly. "Yes?" a tall white man said hotly.

"It this the DNA department?"

"Oh I don't know, kid. Maybe it's this plaque that says 'DNA' that gave it away," he said gesturing to the empty slot on the wall.

"What plaque?"

The man's eyes widened and he dropped his hand, exhausted, "Ok kid, com'on, what do you want?"

"My brother, Riley Freeman?"

"Oh, yeah. The kid that got raped. Come on in," his tone suddenly softening. He gave Huey room in the doorway and allowed the boy to enter. Huey took a look around the large room. It was nearly twice the size of his and Riley's bedroom with even a little more space to spare. There were rows and rows of test tubes on the counters and long tables with adorned the majority of the floor space and were covered with microscopes, computers and small tools. "We tried talking to the kid yesterday but he wouldn't say anything about the attacker. He just kept saying-,"

"Wait. He was talking?"

"Yes."

"How long was that?"

"Ever since that Wuncler kid left. But anyways, do you have a reason for being here?" he asked a bit more hostile than before.

"You have the DNA of the man who raped him, right?"

"Well, yeah. The semen we found wasn't a match with him so… yeah."

"I have a lead. I've got his DNA and everything. Don't ask how I got it."

"You do know that if the DNA was given unwillingly it can't be used, right?"

"Does that mean you're not going to test it?"

"I didn't say that. But I'm just sayin', don't get your hopes up too high," he sighed and held out his hand. "Well?"

Huey dug into his pockets and pulled out the two plastic bags; one willed with blood and one with a thick white substance. He handed them to the doctor; whose nametag read 'Johnson'. Dr. Johnson took the bags and scrunched up his face at the sight of the white substance. "I don't even wanna know how you got this," he sighed, "What's his name?"

"Amos Ruckus."

The doctor looked up from his clipboard while adjusting his glasses, "You mean Uncle Ruckus?"

"Yeah, you know him?"

"He works here as a janitor. But he's never had a record of… things of that nature," the doctor scrunched up his face and avoided the word.

"Yeah, I bet that's what Rihanna said too. How long is this going to take?"

"About 48 hours. Until then, your brother will have to stay in the hospital and if there's a match, we'll send it straight to the police department," he wrote a few things on his clipboard and noticed the slight confusion on Huey's face. "Obligation of a hospital. After all, another man's semen doesn't just pop up in a boy's anus. Oh, please don't look like that."

"I'll just… I'll be back in two days."

"Just remember I can't guarantee anything. Later," with that he turned his back and went back to his computer to finish his game of Tetris. Huey thought in confusion before thinking about the conversation he just had.

'What the hell kind of hospital is this?'

Dismissing the bootleg aspects, Huey walked out the room and towards the elevator. Before getting on, he spotted a soda and snack machine side by side across the hall and remembered his promise to Jazmine. He examined the prices.

'$4.50? For a damn bottle of Snapple? Hell, if they pass this health care bill, they'll make up for the lost money in snack machines.'

Huey got the cheapest thing in the machine and got on the elevator with another patron who chattered away on his cell phone.

'2 whole days. If Ruckus even got so much as convicted he'd get sent to prison and know what it feels like to be violated. Karma is beautiful.'

He got off on the 5th floor and walked to room 316, 'I just hope Riley can recover from this.'

Opening the door, Huey caught sight of his brother and Jazmine nearly dying laughing at the window. Riley sat in front of the window in a chair while Jazmine held up a large red water balloon. "Did you see the look on his face?"

"Hell yeah! Confused ass." Riley's voice held the same tone as he did four days ago but his volume had decreased considerably.

"I see you're recovering well."

"There once was a man from Nantucket, whose-,"

"Jazmine who the hell told you that story?" Huey shouted.

"Riley."

Despite his condition, Riley smirked at his brother's chagrin. It was getting slightly easier to get used to real life outside of a hospital within the hospital. After all, when you lay in the same bed for nearly two days with just your Grandfather, it gets irritating and systematic. Having these two around was just like being at home.

"Riley that's disgusting," Huey glared at him.

"Oh, boo. It's a funny story." Riley had also found the swing of talking again ever since his conversation with Ed. He wasn't able to shout or use half the words he did before, but at this point, talking was quite enough.

"Where's Granddad?"

"He wit' some lawyers or somethin'. The staff and Ed agreed to keep an eye out for me," Riley said while rising from his chair and dragging his IV back to the bed. He began to attempt to climb back on the bed.

"Did you get my Snapple, Huey?"

"Here," he handed her the bottle of water. While using his free hand to

"Huey! This is water, I said Snapple! Are you trying to kill me?" Jazmine protested.

"I know who did it Riley." Riley's eyes widened and stopped

"Who told you?"

"It's not that hard to figure out, Riley! Everybody's running around like it's not complexly obvious," he yelled at his brother, completely ignoring Jazmine, who continued to protest.

"Huey, seriously, I want my Snapple. It couldn't have been that expensive!"

"Damn it Jazmine! Just go guy some in the cafeteria," he handed her a few dollars and sent her off. She smiled smugly and bounced out the door to poison her insides.

Huey sighed and sat in the chair beside the bed. "Riley. We got a DNA sample from him. He's going to jail zafter the results come back."

"Jail?"

"Yeah, he's-,"

"Jail? You really think he's going to jail? They'll never send him to jail!"

"Why the hell not?"

Riley remained silent, realizing that if he gave out too much information he might accidentally confess.

"Riley. If you tell the police, you don't have to worry anymore."

"I ain't talking to the police, stupid!"

"What did you just say?"

"I said I ain't-,"

"Not that. You said 'stupid'. You didn't call me nigga."

Riley crossed his arms and remained quiet.

"He called me nigga…"

Huey lowered his voice as well, "Who?" Maybe if he got a confession, he wouldn't even have to depend on the DNA.

"I ain't talkin'."

"The truth'll come out soon enough. Until then, don't beat yourself up. It's not your fault."

"Says who?"

"Damn it, Riley, stop blaming yourself! You had nothing to do with that sick-minded Ru-,"

"Hey, guys!" Jazmine said bounding in the room with her Snapple in hand. "Riley, I got some more water balloons. Let's fill them up!"

"Yeah-yeah! Riley threw the covers off and brushed past his brother, who was still on the previous subject in his mind. Why was he avoiding any chance of staying sane? He would live in paranoia his entire life if he didn't try to solve it now. Realization hit.

Everyone was so focused on revenge on Ruckus that no one realized the true issue. Riley would soon enough lose his sanity due to all this pressure and hide it under a mask of the carefree attitude he'd always had. While they were trying to gain justice, Riley would continue to live in pure terror.

Yeah, if you look up the story There Once Was a Man from Nantucket (The obscene version) then you'll see why Huey got mad. It's pretty nasty. Funny, but nasty.

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