You Belong To Me

Chapter Mother

Chapter 2

"There will always be people who

do not understand. They are not

of my class and therefore cannot fathom."

~ the boy's mother

"There's nothing wrong with him Caroline," Jackson St. Laurent leaned back into the plush pillows of the couch and examined his wife with a bored look about his faced. She stood in her designer attire from head to toe looking softly determined with her hands at her hips. Her strong jaw, a character of her lineage, was stubbornly set but only barely. Even her angular jawed lineage did not permit her to appear anything but tranquil and loving in her husband's presence. Caroline was the great-granddaughter of a knighted soldier, which had been enough to certify her as an appropriate prospect to wed and born a St. Laurent. Looking at her haute lifted eyebrow, Jackson suggested silently that his station had awarded him the short end of the stick. She was not ugly, Caroline. But her features struck her husband as too masculine, abrasive. But associations with her family resulted in monetary benefits even the St. Laurent name could not ignore. "You overreact."

Caroline gave an unladylike huff and then straightened. She didn't expect him to fully understand the magnitude of their son's problem but she expected him to at least be concerned. Jacksons usual uninvolved nature concerning their household had not changed since they wed. He had become more and more detached from both herself and his son everyday. Caroline's conscience reminded her that such petty attachments were frivolous. Instead she tried her luck at empathy. "He's unusual Jackson."

"He's a man Caroline. And now he's simply experiencing what men go through ath is age."

She bristled at the insinuation that it was excusable because her son was a male but maintained her composure. Jackson saw right through her ploy. His wife had spent too much time managing and ruling her household. She'd obviously forgotten who she could and couldn't intimidate with thinly veiled icy stares and unsaid words. "Jackson, Trey is a boy of... particular circumstances."

"I'm aware."

"These urges he keeps having, these impulses, they can't just go unattended."

"They do every day with millions of other boys and Tremaine is no different."

"... So you don't want to do anything?"

Jackson sighed a heavy sigh and stood. He'd had a long trying day traveling back to the estate from visiting abroad. His patients had run thin. "So long as the doctor sees no problem, I see no problem. We will give him the prescribed medication and that will be it."

Caroline nodded and turned, leaving his bedroom altogether. She found refuge in her own sitting room just off her lavender and beige accented bedroom. She and her husband had not shared a living quarters since the conception of Tremaine. There was no need if an heir had been produced already. There she sat on a chaise lounge in front of a hickory scented fire while she pondered her situation. A maid came to ask if she was ready to begin her nightly routine and bed down. Caroline waved her off most dismissively. She walked up the corridor to the south wing of the house at a hot pace.

Her son was a freak. And no one cared about how that would affect him in the future except her. Touching himself inappropriately and fantasizing about carnal situations at such a tender age were the signs of an emotionally crippled pervert. She was determined to save him from such a degrading existence. Caroline lightly agreed with the notion that other boys Tremaine's age might have similar urges. She wasn't sure. Something so lurid was not to be discussed in polite company.

She touched her chin in frustrated thought. Trey was a perfectly fine boy. He played several instruments and spoke two languages fluently. His tutor always had wonderful things to say about him and his capacity concerning education. He was model for what he was to become upon the death of his father.