Beginning of Something New?
AJ was loading the Tahoe for his drive to Pullman. June and July had flown by, it was now o'dark thirty on the 6th of August. He was excited to get back to school but still not ready to address the house there. Here it was easy, there were none of Syd's things to sort through and deal with every memory that went with them. This was going to be the suckiest few weeks. Syd had been prodding him all summer on his health and love life.
Thank God for therapy -- AJ felt better about all things 'Oliver Jones', he knew a long time ago it wasn't his fault; the sketches of the incidents helped AJ put into perspective what happened, and given the size difference he could not have stopped him on his own. He had come to accept that the reason he did not say anything is that he was afraid to admit it to himself or anyone else at the time. He would have done it willingly had Oliver just been a bit kinder and asked. AJ admitted out loud that he was bisexual and ok with it.
As a result of his work in therapy, he had 'come out' to his family at a big Fourth of July celebration. He told his family about the rapes and the reason behind his not saying anything. There were tears, hugs, and healing for the entire family. He let his family know that he had talked with the police and they were going to arrest Oliver today, in full view of those he was celebrating his 4th with. AJ explained that there would not be a prosecution based on his rape, but Oliver had indeed done this to others. Two boys had come forward and were within the statute and he would be held to account. AJ's information was going in the complaint as corroboration only. AJ told his family the biggest regret he had was the knowledge that had he said something he might have prevented this from happening to other boys -- his therapist told him to get the hell over it, his exact words -- "Get the hell over it, you were the victim, a small vulnerable teenage boy. Do not take on Oliver's illegal actions, they are not YOURS."
He also developed with his therapist methods to deal better with his overprotective / over-involved family, which were working. He felt more in control and less like a petulant child when he pushed back and set boundaries. He had not lost his temper again since the memorial service, which was good for his mental health. As he tossed the last bag he was taking to Pullman in the Tahoe, his siblings and their spouses pulled into the driveway, every car was playing the same music, and they were all out of control singing -- some great, some good, and a couple of off-key wannabes.
AJ looked at them as they piled out of their cars -- "What are you guys doing here? We said our goodbyes yesterday; I don't have the mental fortitude to do that again and go back to school."
Gina hugged her 'little brother' -- "We are going with you, my dearest brother. Ehhehhh, don't interrupt and there is NO debate we are going. Kevin and I are riding with you and the boys. Cheryl, Max, Steph, Jim, JT, Mo, Eva, and Mat are taking two cars and will caravan with us. It is a done deal."
Steph was next to chime in -- "We have all been talking about you, yeah I know nothing new there but I assure you it has been good for us all to do what the 'rents did and do some role play. We all came to the same conclusion -- 'we love you with all our hearts'. We also recognize we have been shite supporting you in all the crap that has been your life to date and we are here to make sure it is different moving forward; you did not get the big family caravan to school as we all did so you are getting it now."
Max patted AJ's ass -- "So fine... Shit, I said that out loud, didn't I?" Max really wasn't embarrassed or concerned about saying that out loud. Everyone knew there was a bromance between AJ and Max, and if Cheryl and Max weren't married, Max would likely be trying to bed AJ. Cheryl rolled with it as Max was a great husband and lover. It was their thing and it was part of the family dynamic.
Mo chuckled and kissed AJ on the cheek -- "Max, yes you did but it is so true. AJ close your mouth and let's get this show on the road."
As the gang headed for the guest house, they each patted or squeezed AJ's ass and commented -- 'damn that's firm', 'holy crap that's nice', 'That's not fair'.
Eva was the last one through and she wrapped her arm around AJs waist and squeezed his ass repeatedly as they walked to the house to do a final check and grab the boys from the playpen.
Eva was concerned about AJ's weight -- "AJ, are you eating enough? You look like you have lost more weight and your ass is starting to feel a little bony." AJ didn't answer as he had dropped more weight and was losing muscle as that was all that was left to lose. His weightlifting had fallen off, down to two times per week with running on a treadmill every day. He was burning way more calories than he was consuming. He would not admit that to his family.
Eva pressed on loudly as they entered the house -- "So how much do you weigh? [AJ was annoyed and she knew it but didn't care.] You don't take your shirt off anymore, I can feel your hip bone next to mine, and while your ass is as Max said 'fine', it is not nearly as fine as it was before Syd died. So how much more weight have you lost?"
AJ went to pull away from Eva but she was tall and strong like Syd and it wasn't that easy given his recent losses. AJ blew out his breath -- "I'm down to 165."
Gina spun on him -- "Take your shirt off NOW." She was livid and it showed. She may only be 5' 4" tall but she had absolutely no problem taking on anyone in this family. AJ stared at her defiantly and crossed his arms over his chest.
Gina continued -- "Aaron Jonathan O'Brien, there are 10 of us and 1 of you. You are outmanned and outgunned. I know you have mad skills and it will be a struggle but I will see you without your shirt on -- do it the easy way or so help me..."
AJ pulled his shirt off. There was a collective gasp. AJ still had a nice body but he was a shell of his former self at 165 lbs. The weight loss indicated a bigger problem -- he was not taking care of himself. The boys were happy, healthy, and growing like weeds. Everyone was talking at once.
Steph whistled loudly (it rivaled AJ) -- "Okay so we all can see that AJ is not taking care of himself. Eva, thank you for asking us to prepare a week's worth of meals each. [Each sibling and spouse had prepared 21 meals for AJ -- 7 breakfasts/7 lunches/ 7 dinners that would go in the freezer.] You have 5 weeks of food and thus time to get your shit together as far as eating.
Don't interrupt me -- you are doing a fantastic job with the boys and with therapy but my dear you are doing shit to take care of yourself. You are probably working out and doing protein shakes only. That doesn't work and you FUCKING know it. I said don't interrupt me. I will be coming over every Saturday for the next 8 weeks or until I see improvement in your physical well-being. Everyone out. I'm going to do a baseline of AJ's vitals before we leave."
AJ started to protest but Steph fixed him with a stare that would stop anyone from talking. He stood there awaiting his fate. Steph and Eva had talked about what was going on, and so she was prepared for this, she pulled her medical bag open and grabbed AJ's scale. "Everything off."