A Journey for my DAD...

Camp Fucking Rebel.

They looked down over him in the bottom bunk of their bunk bed cabin. Everyone was surprised they found such a tough guy out and alone.

"Kaylene, Go get Mark He's medical, we should clean his wound and get him some fresh bandages, we want to clean him up before he wakes up," Jordan said as Kaylene got off the other bunk beside James's bed. She left the cabin.

"Do you believe his story, how he was at a bar at the time of the attack?" Jordan asked Sarina, his third in command at the camp.

Sarina wasn't really paying attention, she knew she should be, but she was writting in her journal, she wanted the world to know what had happened and to let them no it should never happen again.

"Sorry, I was recording," she said as she hopped off the bunk above Jame's bed.

It was the only place to put him since the cabin was full, Sarina, Kaylene and Jordan all put their stuff on the bunk James's was in till they brought him here.

Now they kept their belongings in their bunks.

"Do you think we can trust him?" Jordan asked as Kaylene came back into the cabin, a scrawny guy behind her in a white t-shirt and jeans, carrying a plastic bag.

"Mark," Jordan nodded at Mark.

Mark nodded back. It was a silent exchange between the two.

Mark looked at the lump of flesh on the bed, it was so dirty, strong, and a bit sad looking.

"Where'd you find him?" Mark asked setting his stuff down and sitting down on the bed.

"Cape Cod Ave. spying on us," Jordan said as Mark glanced at the teenager in the bed.

"How old?"

"Eighteen, older than me and Luke," Jordan said.

"Okay, can somebody remove those hideous jeans and go fetch him some clean clothes and some shampoo and conditioner," Mark said as Kaylene and Sarina both laughed.

"Excuse me we are not taking off his jeans, Jordan, you do it," Sarina and Kaylene said crossing their arms.

Jordan laughed.

"What I'd give to see you two remove a mans jeans," Jordan teased as he walked over.

"I'll go get him clothes, you get him some bathroom supplies," Sarina said as her and Kaylene both left the cabin.

"He's a bit banged up, must be terrible, wondering alone for two months," Luke said. "Literally begged us not to kill him, he's a bit of a wimp even if his muscles say other wise, must be cause he runs alot or something."

Then They all saw James begin to move.

"Shit, he's waking up, if he wakes up and sees you taking his pants off he's probably gonna be like, yo don't suck my dick, hurry up Jordan," Mark said as Jordan pulled the jeans off. James wore Black Calvin Klien boxers that seemed to fit his figure too well. Even if you weren't gay you'd know he's got a nice package under those.

"I bet he broke into the mall for those," Luke teased as Mark unwrapped his leg wound.

It was sewn up with orange thread.

"He knows his stuff though, look at the stitches," Mark said as he poured alcohol onto a tissue.

He set it on James's thigh and then they heard James curse.

***

When I began to wake up, I felt very uncomfortable and my legs were cold and something was rubbing my leg wound like it was my penis or something.