Strong Enough
by Nico Grey
XVII
It was only later, during his bus ride home, that it occurred to Caleb to wonder why Benjer had even considered the possibility of paying twenty dollars for his bottom.
Abby had been discussing how she planned to dress him and Tyler for their Valentine's Dance date. Caleb was fending off her enthusiasm with reminders that he and Tyler weren't going to let her drag them to any Valentine's Day dance and that they weren't her toys. Abby didn't even bother debating the issue.
"Yes, you are!" she cackled.
Then she went back to consideration of how Caleb might look in a white tuxedo. When she decided that the perfect complement to the tuxedo would be red panties, that triggered repressed memories for him.
Caleb suddenly felt a sinking sensation deep in his stomach.
"He knows!" he panicked.
It took a while to explain all of the relevant circumstances to Abby. When he informed her that the incident had taken place in the boys' shower, she insisted on more background information. She needed Caleb to describe the setting in detail to help her better understand what had taken place.
In the end, both agreed that Benjer's remark would be an extraordinary coincidence. But neither could figure out how he knew that Jenny Klug had once attempted to peddle Caleb's ass for a double sawbuck.
"Somebody must have found the video online," Abby concluded.
"The district attorney assured me and Mom that the police searched the internet. They said they had located all those videos and made sure they were deleted," Caleb groaned. "How could anyone have found them?"
"I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings." Abby really did appear supportive. "But you do have a fine little tush. It's not hard to imagine someone taking a risk to keep a copy of those videos. Maybe even to publish them on the dark web."
"But how would Benjer find something like that?" It made no sense to Caleb. "He doesn't seem very bright."
"It probably wasn't him," Abby said. "Maybe somebody else found it. There's been a weird vibe around school all day."
Abby eyed him sympathetically.
" Talk to your mom tonight," she suggested. "Maybe you should skip school tomorrow. . . or have a plan to go home early if there's trouble. If Benjer knows about what happened. . ."
There wasn't much need to speculate further.
Taking a day off school— possibly even a month— was Caleb's first instinct, too. But the more he considered his situation, the more he resisted the easy way out.
He had been through the same public humiliation when he lived in Keene. There had been a lot more people around to shame and ridicule him then. He had been two years younger, and less prepared for the emotional stress of that experience.
Now he had been through two years of counseling. He had Tyler. He had Abby. He had his mother and Grace. Even Jonathan and Betsy West might be supportive.
In short, Caleb decided, he had more support now than he had in Keene. He had a lot more to lose this time if he just gave up and ran away. And with all he had been through, all he had learned, and the additional support he now had, he thought that he could be strong enough to handle whatever public shaming and personal hatreds might be directed at him.
He also had a day to prepare for the worst.
Caleb called Tyler as soon as he arrived home. He told him about the locker room incident with Benjer and what he and Abby feared it might mean.
He shared everything with his mother when Nicole came home from work. They discussed what might happen in the days ahead and how they could cope with any new challenges.
They also decided to call Jonathan West and retain his services. Considering their uncertainty about how the school might react to scandal, they wanted to have contingency plans in place.
Jonathan was reluctant to accept payment. But he did agree that it might be advisable to prepare for possible legal expenses. Anything seemed possible, considering the little that they did know.
"I'm sure there are many possible explanations for the Frye boy's comments," Jonathan observed. "But based on past experience, there's something about this that makes me wonder if Snapper might be involved."
Caleb boarded his bus the following morning with some trepidation. He understood that what could happen next was unpredictable. But he felt prepared to deal with most eventualities. That helped him keep his stress level under control.
Caleb felt like everyone that boarded the bus after him examined him carefully, then found seats well removed from his own. Their scrutiny spiked his anxiety until Abby boarded.
She sat next to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. It was supportive, although Caleb wasn't sure it was the right signal to send to everyone else. It appeared that she might be offering comfort to a condemned man approaching the gallows. And that had to make him look guilty as Aitch-E-Double-Toothpicks.
The way every eye turned in his direction when he and Abby entered the school building convinced Caleb that his story must have spread like wildfire. Contempt in some eyes and lust in several others only added to his certainty that his story was out, and that the video of his humiliation had also survived.
Caleb's day got no easier with each passing period. His homeroom teacher shut down any attempts to harass him. But the empathy in her eyes convinced him that she was fully aware of the reason for the insults and catcalls.
He was grateful that his morning schedule included three classes with either Abby or Tyler. But he didn't find much support anywhere else. At least the teachers made some effort to maintain order. But Caleb still knew what every other student in each classroom thought of him. From the scornful expressions on the faces of some of the teachers, he wasn't sure that they thought much better of him.
Lunch provided no relief. Instead of twenty classmates that had been focused on him in every classroom, Caleb was surrounded by almost two hundred students in the cafeteria, eying him and his friends with malign intensity.
Caleb noticed that Lexxi's table had been joined not only by Benjer, but by a couple of his friends. Their frequent surreptitious glances in his direction and their excited whispered conversations promised bad news sooner or later.
Worse for Caleb was when he glanced up and noticed Regan Callahan watching him from the cafeteria entrance. There was something predatory about the satisfied expression on the vice principal's face that sent chills up Caleb's spine.
Abby and Tyler attempted to help ease his tension. But there really wasn't that much that they could say. He had their support. It helped immensely and he was grateful. But it didn't change the way everyone else in the room was thinking about him.
Abby gave Caleb a quick hug on their way out of the cafeteria. Both she and Tyler promised to see him in their sixth period English class, and Tyler reminded him that they would be riding home together for dinner and their jiu-jitsu class that evening. It was some indication of the despondency that Caleb was starting to feel, that he wondered briefly if the jiu-jitsu instructor might also have seen his video.
Caleb had been dreading his physical education class. . . with ample cause. The coach divided the class into six teams again and instructed them to play basketball. Then he immersed himself in his tablet. From the way he studied the device intently, then occasionally glanced up directly at Caleb, Caleb was sure that he knew precisely which porn video the coach was viewing.
Class was another seminar on the art of the offensive foul, courtesy of Benjer Frye. As it turned out, he had a couple of friends who proved skilled at the art as well. Caleb spent as much time sitting on the basketball court as he did standing on it.
At the end of class, Caleb was sure that there was another snapper treatment awaiting his butt, and probably another clumsy insult or three. He considered skipping the shower. But he was riding home with Tyler, eating dinner with Grace, and riding to Brattleboro in the same car with both of them. Rather than impose on two of the few people in the world that cared about him, he decided that he could handle at least a little more abuse.
Caleb was prepared for physical, verbal, and even emotional abuse. He hadn't considered the possibility of sexual abuse.
When Caleb stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel, his shoulders were grabbed by two sets of strong hands and he was forced to his knees. As he gathered his wits and took his bearings, he noticed Benjer Frye standing in front of him.
Caleb struggled to little avail against the hands that were holding him. Both of Benjer's goons were bigger than Caleb and his kneeling position left him at a serious disadvantage.
"What do you guys think of that ass?" Benjer asked them. "Is it worth twenty bucks to either of you?"
"The way I look at it, we could have it for free," one of the voices behind Caleb sneered.
"Suit yourself," Benjer laughed. "But I've got some business with those lips first."
There was no way Caleb was going to let this average-height, white LeBron James wannabe kiss him. Caleb was sure of that! He didn't know how he'd stop Benjer. But he would stop him. He fought to break the hold that restrained him.
The smooth, metallic tear of a zipper opening got his attention. He was shocked to discover Benjer Frye's penis directly in front of his face.
"Go on, faggot," Benjer encouraged, "It won't suck itself."
"It's going to have to try."
The tone of voice wasn't menacing. In fact, it was light and rather higher in pitch than ordinarily heard in a boys' locker room. But the utter conviction in the tone of voice made Benjer's scrotum tighten and his penis begin to shrink.
"Let him go," Tyler insisted. He kept his phone pointed at the scene. "I've already called the sheriff's office. They'll have somebody here pretty soon."
"No!" Caleb cried. "I want to!"
"That's not a good idea," Tyler said. "You don't have enough jiu-jitsu training yet. If you put him in a hold, you could cause serious injury."
Benjer and his goons watched the conversation in confusion.
"No!" Caleb explained. "I want him to try to stick it in my mouth. I'm going to bite that thing off!"
He lunged forward against his restraints, growling and snapping his teeth.
Benjer's eyes shot open and he stumbled backward, tripping over a bench. The sound as he fell was a combination of wood clattering on concrete and an odd, explosive 'squish'.
None of the six boys were more surprised than Benjer at the fetid odor that began to fill the small shower room. His three companions exchanged disgusted looks and fled, followed a mere second later by Caleb and Tyler.
"Oh my god!" Tyler choked. "I hope those pants were insured!"
Caleb was filled with a combination of shock, outrage, disgust, and relief as he led Tyler to his locker.
"Are we going to have to wait for the police?" he wondered.
"That was a bluff," Tyler assured him. "But I did video everything that happened in there, in case Benjer or his friends complain." He placed his phone in a pocket inside his jacket.
The thought made Caleb uncomfortable.
"I'm not sure I want there to be a video of that." He cringed as he recalled the humiliating scene.
"That third guy with Benjer already recorded everything," Tyler explained sympathetically. "They probably planned to share it; maybe with Sandy. But if they try to lie about what happened, they won't get away with it. We have this." He tapped his jacket pocket.
It wasn't the most comforting news Caleb had ever received. But Tyler's explanation made sense. There really was no predicting what Benjer and his goons might claim if it was just their word against Caleb's. He just didn't want the competing videos to end up in police hands again. Especially as there was no predicting what might happen to them next.
"Maybe it would be best if you went home tonight," Tyler suggested. "Your mother is going to want to know about this."
Caleb disagreed. He was determined. Eventually he would tell his mother what happened. But after this experience, he thought that he needed the jiu-jitsu training more than anything else.
Caleb persuaded Tyler to let him share the story in his own time. He didn't want his mother to know anything until later that evening. Otherwise, he was certain she would insist that he come home immediately.
Predictably, Nicole wasn't pleased to hear the story for the first time after he returned home from Brattleboro.
Caleb convinced her that it would be better to wait until they had spoken with Abby's father before they reported the incident to the school. The school might not be happy. But he was sure that Jonathan would want to discuss the incident with him before the school— and especially the school's vice principal— became involved.
It was late. But Mr. West was home and able to take their phone call. He supported Caleb's view that there was no need to report the incident right away. Taking a few days to consider the event from all perspectives wouldn't do any harm.
He asked Caleb for his version of what had happened, questioning him in great detail and interrupting Caleb's narrative occasionally to take notes.
Caleb was ashamed to admit that there were two videos of the incident already in existence. But at least one of them was in Tyler's hands. Jonathan promised to call Grace and Tyler to ask about what Tyler had witnessed and to arrange to view the video.
"I understand that makes you uncomfortable, Caleb," he sympathized.
"But I will need to review any evidence that exists, in case you and your mother decide that we need to take legal action. What I learn is protected by attorney-client privilege. Unless we do end up in court, no one else will ever see it," Jonathan promised.
Abby's excessive sympathy when she greeted Caleb on the bus in the morning made his blood run cold. She knew.
His sense of injury was intense. He couldn't believe that her father or Tyler would have betrayed him. But she knew.
The explanation was a case of good news and bad news. She hadn't heard about Benjer's attempted sexual assault through her father or from Tyler. The story was already on the school grapevine, along with the video that Benjer's friend had shot. And as it turned out, it was a case of good news, bad news, and good news. At least as far as Abby could determine, most of their fellow students were sympathetic toward Caleb. Whatever they thought of him, Benjer had crossed a serious line.
Abby presented Caleb with two envelopes from her father. One was addressed to him and included two typewritten pages of instructions. The second was addressed "To Whom It May Concern" at Silver River Union High School.
When Caleb and Abby entered the school lobby, he was relieved to note that the sympathetic expressions that greeted him did clearly outnumber the hostile stares. But there was one hostile gaze waiting for him that carried a lot more weight than most of the others present.
"Bradford! In my office!" the vice principal commanded. He didn't even wait for them to exit the lobby before adding, "I've been told that you sexually assaulted a male student in the locker room at the end of school yesterday."
Caleb was shocked. Abby's sly grin as she subtly tapped her backpack was encouraging. But half the school had just heard a principal suggest that he had committed sexual assault on another guy! That would be on the school grapevine before he arrived in homeroom. . . assuming that he ever did.
Abby followed Caleb and the vice principal as far as the door to his office. This time he refused to admit her.
"You have no role in this, Miss West. Get yourself to homeroom before you do have a part in another disciplinary proceeding."
Caleb's anxiety was rising. In his head, he reviewed the instruction in Mr. West's letter.
When the vice principal directed him to a chair, he sat. When the vice principal made a point of calling his secretary and instructing her to hold all of his calls, he waited. When the vice principal arranged a discipline report and pen dramatically on his desk, he pretended to be calm.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Bradford?" Callahan demanded.
"Mr. Callahan?" Caleb asked.
"I asked you a question, boy!" the vice principal thundered. "Why did you sexually assault another student in the boys' locker room at the end of Period 7 yesterday?"
Caleb was starting to panic. Mr. West had never considered the possibility that Caleb would be accused of an actual crime. His instinct was to speak up and deny everything. The instruction from his attorney was to do otherwise.
He handed Mr. West's letter that was addressed to the school, to the vice principal.
"Because the school may be involved in a criminal investigation, or may be named as respondent in a civil action, counsel has instructed me to answer no questions from the school unless he is present." Caleb was relieved that he had managed to get it all out without stumbling.
That threw Mr. Callahan into a rage. Caleb was concerned to see the skull under his comb-over glowing a bright red.
"You'll answer my questions, boy, or I'll know the reason why!" Callahan thundered.
"Yes, sir," Caleb replied. "The reason why is because my legal counsel has instructed me not to answer questions unless he's present." He tried to smile politely.
"This is a very serious matter, Bradford," the vice principal tried again. "If you won't talk to me, then you'll talk to the police!"
"Yes, sir," Caleb agreed. But internally his breakfast was threatening to revolt. "My counsel has advised that I should only answer questions when he is present."
Callahan glared at Caleb uncomprehendingly. Students didn't challenge his authority. But he had recognized the signature on the attorney's letter. He knew Jonathan West. He was a competent attorney. It could be dangerous to cross him.
Callahan also knew the father of the boy that claimed he had been assaulted. Pete Frye was an old friend. He was a prominent member of the community. He served on the school board. It could be equally dangerous to cross him.
It was an unfamiliar feeling for Regan Callahan, but suddenly he understood the meaning of the expression, 'caught on a cleft stick'. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.
"In-school suspension, Bradford," he decided. "Until you explain your actions yesterday afternoon, you will serve an in-school suspension. You'll serve it in Conference Room 3. Get yourself there right away. But before you do," the thought occurred to him suddenly, "hand over your telephone."
"No, sir!" Caleb hadn't been given any specific instructions about this request. But based on his past experience with Callahan, he was sure that complying with the request wasn't in his interest. "School policy prohibits the use of phones by students during classes. It does not give the school authority to confiscate phones that are not being misused."
For a moment, Caleb was afraid that Callahan was going to come straight over the desk to attack him. His previous bright red complexion now threatened to turn purple. Sitting ten feet away, Caleb could see the veins throbbing in his forehead.
"Give me your phone right now, Bradford," his tone was menacing, "or you're suspended from school immediately." He pointed at the door of his office, his hand trembling.
Caleb didn't see the point in arguing. The situation had escalated far beyond anything he had anticipated. But he didn't feel safe remaining in the company of a vice principal teetering on the edge of losing control. He could recall both Abby and her father warning that Callahan could be dangerous.
He stood up and exited the office as quickly as dignity permitted.
"He threw you out of school?" Jonathan West couldn't credit what he was hearing.
"He told me that unless I turned over my telephone and went to in-school suspension I was suspended from school," Caleb insisted.
"He didn't tell you to wait anywhere while he called your mother?" Jonathan again found the claim incredible.
"He didn't," Caleb agreed. "He told me that I was suspended. I left. He didn't say anything else."
"Good god!" Jonathan turned to Nicole. "I'm so sorry this happened to Caleb. I prepared him for any reasonable situation that he might encounter. But I didn't anticipate this. Snapper must have lost his mind!"
Caleb wasn't particularly upset. He could see Mr. West's point. His mother certainly could. Throwing a fifteen-year-old out of school without contacting his parent and arranging for reasonable supervision was probably against the law, or something. But Caleb really hadn't minded the walk home. He and Tyler skied much greater distances together every weekend.
Nicole had been outraged and deeply concerned to hear that the school alleged that Caleb had sexually assaulted a fellow student. Jonathan eased her concerns with the news that he had seen video of the incident that showed precisely the opposite had taken place. Caleb was clearly the victim in that encounter. He was amazed that anyone would have attempted to claim otherwise.
This concern now was to resolve these charges without any more disruption of Caleb's life than necessary. If it proved possible to turn the tables on the accuser, and perhaps catch Snapper Callahan up in the net of his incompetence and misdeeds, that would only be icing on the cake.
"I think you'll probably end up missing another day of school, Caleb," Jonathan informed him. "I'm going to try to set up a meeting with school district officials, perhaps even include whoever is making this claim against you, no later than Friday. I'll schedule it for tomorrow or tomorrow evening, if possible. But I suspect nothing will happen before Friday.
"I'm also afraid that we'll probably need to use Tyler's video of your incident with Benjamin Frye."
That perked Nicole's ears up immediately.
"Video? What does this video show?" she demanded.
Caleb was ashamed. He explained that Tyler had recorded the encounter and described what was on the video, mentioning the fewest possible specific details.
"Unless something else happened that day," Jonathan explained, "this will be an open-and-shut case. You didn't do anything warranting school discipline, and certainly not criminal charges. We just need to get everything out into the light and watch the cockroaches scurry away. I am sorry that will embarrass you."
Caleb agreed glumly. It had to be done. But it would still be a very uncomfortable experience.
"Does this mean you'll be able to hang Mr. Callahan's scalp from your belt?" he thought that might prove a ray of sunshine amidst an otherwise gloomy forecast.
Jonathan grinned tightly.
"I don't know. Maybe. But the most important thing," he assured Caleb and his mother, "is that we get Caleb back to school and this unpleasantness behind him as soon as we can."
Friday took far too long to arrive and still arrived far sooner than Caleb wanted. He spent hours on his phone Thursday night with Abby and then with Tyler, but it wasn't the same as spending the day with them. On the other hand, there really was little else that he missed about being in school. A day home alone was full of tedium. But he also wasn't the subject of curious or hostile stares everywhere he went.
He arrived at school Friday morning in the company of his mother and his attorney. Tyler was waiting for them in the school lobby, prepared to provide evidence as needed during the disciplinary proceeding in which they would be participating. Abby hovered near the back of the crowd of students there, waving to attract Caleb's attention and offer encouragement, while she tried to avoid her father's notice.
A large conference room in the administrative offices had been reserved for their meeting. The school principal, vice principal Callahan, a representative from the superintendant's office, school district counsel, Peter Frye from the school board, and Frye's son, Benjamin, were already waiting for them.
Benjer seemed surprised to see Tyler join them. He nudged his father and whispered something anxiously in his ear. The elder Frye didn't appear to be very pleased.
After a few formalities from the high school principal, the school district's counsel attempted to take control of the proceedings.
"I object," Regan Callahan insisted. "Why is Tyler Neeson included in this disciplinary review?"
Benjer stirred in his seat. It seemed clear that he also wanted to object.
"Mr. Neeson is here for one purpose only," Jonathan informed the group. "He will attest to the authenticity of a video recording that we plan to enter into evidence."
Pete Frye looked alarmed at that news.
"Nobody said anything about video," he said. "We can't be admitting just anything into evidence without review."
"This isn't a court of law," Jonathan explained.
"That's the purpose of this proceeding," the school district's attorney clarified. "We will review all evidence to determine what's relevant."
Caleb noted a lot of concern on the school district's side of the table.
"Shouldn't my friends be here?" Benjer demanded. "They saw everything Bradford did!" He attempted to conclude with a dramatic gesture toward Tyler. "They'll prove that little dickless is lying."
It took Caleb a moment to understand the reactions from the other side of the table. The principal, district's counsel, and representative from the superintendant's office all turned on Benjer with various expressions of surprise and curiosity. Benjer's father and Callahan looked deeply concerned.
Caleb almost enjoyed the next ten minutes as Benjer tried to explain how Caleb had somehow removed Benjer's penis from his pants and attempted to bite it. Caleb freely admitted that he had led Benjer to believe that he was trying to do so. But he knew that he was being restrained too firmly by Benjer's friends to actually succeed.
The hope that surged in Regan Callahan's eyes was almost comical.
"So you did attempt to bite Benjamin's poor penis!" Callahan exulted.
"Not exactly," Jonathan corrected. "The video will make the full set of circumstances exceedingly clear."
He waited for the school's lawyer to give him permission to proceed. Then he opened his laptop and turned it to face the school administrators.
"Before I play the video, I would just like Tyler Neeson to confirm that this is the video he recorded of the incident in question," Jonathan noted.
Tyler checked the authentication data carefully before agreeing that the video was his and had been recorded on his telephone.
From that point, the meeting went downhill fast for Regan Callahan and the Fryes. Caleb's only regret was that he hadn't thought to have Mr. West show the video to his mother at least once prior to the meeting. The look in her eye promised dire consequences for Benjer Frye and whoever had sired him.
Pete Frye was too successful and powerful to be completely cowed by Nicole, but he did seem rather nervous. Benjer, Caleb concluded, was simply too stupid to notice.
"Will the school or the school district require anything further from my client?" Jonathan inquired.
Caleb waited with his lawyer, his mother, and Tyler while the school administrators huddled in the conference room. Jonathan appeared extremely confident. Nicole still looked like she wanted to emasculate someone. Caleb and Tyler were very careful to avoid doing anything to irritate her.
The rest of the meeting was anticlimactic. No fault could be found with Tyler's actions. Caleb had already paid a heavy price for his 'involvement in a physical altercation'. He would suffer no further penalty nor see anything added to his disciplinary record.
Despite Nicole vehement protests, there was no immediate action taken against Benjer. The school district insisted that his discipline would be handled separately and that it would be, of course, a confidential matter. Caleb had entered his evidence in that disciplinary matter and the outcome was now in the hands of the school and no longer of concern to him.
The conference room began to clear. Benjer left, propelled by his father's sharp slap to the back of his head. The principal schmoozed the representative from the superintendant's office and the district legal counsel out the door. Tyler and Nicole left in their wake.
Caleb was about to follow after his mother, but lingered for a moment in the doorway. Mr. West had Pete Frye and Regan Callahan pinned along their side of the conference table.
"Like father, like son, Pete?" he hissed.
Callahan looked alarmed, but Frye brazened it out and smiled contemptuously.
"What do you think you're trying to do, Jonny? That statute of limitations ran out years ago."
"Statutes of limitations expire, Pete, but justice never rests." Jonathan fixed the other two men in his glare. It appeared to Caleb to be a battle of wills.
Finally, Frye shrugged. Then he laughed.
"Davy was your brother, Jonny. But you really should have tried him. He had a tight little ass."
Caleb had the sense that Frye had recovered from the initial shock of the confrontation and was now trying to provoke Mr. West. The man nudged Callahan and tipped him a wink. That seemed to bolster the vice principal's courage.
"The little fag got what he had coming to him, West," the vice principal sneered. "He may have squealed a bit, but I guarantee that he liked it."
Jonathan nodded grimly, but Caleb sensed more satisfaction than anger.
"Well it's good to see you're raising your son the Frye way, Pete," he nodded in mock approval. "I suspect we'll be hearing a lot more from him. That boy's too stupid to keep his crimes covered up while he waits for the clock to expire. He's going to play life the same way he plays basketball."
Jonathan seemed surprised to find Caleb still in the doorway, but he smiled at him anyway.
"That statute of limitations means you can't do anything?" Caleb commiserated.
"We'll see," Jonathan promised. "I know what happened now. And I have their confessions," he winked and tapped his briefcase. "What they don't know is that some statutes of limitations never expire. I just have to figure out whether this can be one of those cases."
He patted Caleb on the back and guided him to join his mother and Tyler, where they were waiting in the main office.
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