Incest/Taboo Unbelievable

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Note: There isn't a lot of sex in this one. If that's what you're looking for I suggest you look elsewhere, that being said, enjoy the read.

All characters are over 18+​

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Johnny (his given name John), Masters stood in silent shock as he witnessed something that would forever change his life as he peered through the crack in the double sliding doors that led to their den. There was his mother (Katherine), on her hands and knees as his brothers Bill (eldest), and Ray (second born), spit-roasted her. Ray's girlfriend was beneath his mother, her head pointed at Ray while her ass was pointed at Bill. A moan caught his attention, his green eyes glanced to its source. His father (Brandan), laid on his back, Bill's girlfriend straddled his father's face while his sister (Annie), bounced on his father's cock. He wondered how she didn't put her eye out as her 46DD breasts bounced.

"Yes Daddy, make me cum," Annie moaned.

"I thought Katherine was joking about your skill," Ruth moaned lightly, "so glad to be proven wrong."

"Told you baby you would enjoy this," Bill said, blowing his fiancée a kiss.

"Put that cock back in me," Wanda said, hungrily.

"Enjoying my brother's cock?" Ray asked, peering down at her.

"Oh god yes, you did an excellent job teaching your boys how to fuck Mrs. Masters," Wanda said, before her mouth was stuffed with Ray's cock.

"That is what a mother does," Katherine said, blowing her eldest son a kiss. "We need to hurry before John gets home."

"Don't you think it's time to bring him into this Mom?" Ray asked, before returning his cock back to his mother's cunt.

"No," Katherine said, shaking her head. "You know your brother, he's not ready for this. I doubt he ever will given his state of mind."

"Yeah Ray, you don't want to push Johnny into this, you remember his break down when he was thirteen?" John rolled his eyes at his brother. Bill thought just because he was majoring in psychology that he knew him. Bill knew nothing!

"Yeah, but that's because Mom accidently ran over Buster, and you know how he loved that..."

John heard enough, it was true he did love Buster he was the only friend he could tell everything to without being judged as a freak or being carted off to the ward like his mother had done. He had spent two long years in that horror show as the doctors tried to diagnose him. Since his return home he no longer looked at his parents as he had once done. Sure, they had come to visit him, even when he told them not to, yet they would always silently sit staring at one another, them always trying to get him to open up. That wasn't going to happen - Ever! - he learned that lesson the hard way. Silently walking up the stairs, blocking out the noise as he reached the second floor. Entering his small room, being the youngest child he didn't get a choice of what room was going to be his. Tossing his bag onto his single bed that was nestled tightly into the wall in the corner to save on space; what little there was with his dresser, and his desk taking up most of it in that six by nine room. Shutting his door to permanently shut out the noise.

Pulling out his wallet lining it up perfectly with the edge of the dresser's top. Lining up his spare change from smallest to largest along the left side of the dresser. He never spent it; it was his routine. If it didn't count up to fifty-six cents... it would be a bad day. That was how much money he had when his dear friend died. Tapping the frame of Buster's photo three times, his eyebrow twitched when the other frame was a skewed from its position. Grumbling that his mother couldn't leave his room be as he straightened out the photo. He could clean his own room well enough. He didn't need her coming in and ruining everything. Telling his old friend how his day was as his thumb ran down the frame. Telling Buster that the drugs they had him on didn't make him feel like himself, it felt like he was always in a zombie-like state. Then again, he didn't want to be put back in that ward. So, he took the Prozac, the Seroquel, and the Concerta they had him on all to keep from returning to that place.

Releasing a huff of annoyance as he noted his precisely neat stack of comics on the corner of his desk had been rifled through. Cursing his mother, he wondered if she did this on purpose? Breathing out a sigh once the stack was once again in alphabetical order and neatly aligned.

"Fuck!" Johnny shouted so ending the guise of his silent presence in the house as he saw the yellow sticky note on his computer screen. Ripping the note off, crumbling it once he read his mother's foolish note. Narrowing his eyes at the residue that it left on the glass. Throwing open his door, ignoring their frantic voices and the panicky noises from the floor below as he stomped down the stairs. Mumbling to himself as he marched into the kitchen. Bending down in front of the sink, taking out his favorite brand of glass cleaner, which he had to buy himself since his mother always got the wrong one. There had to be no streaks on the glass and any other brand would never measure up.

"John when did..." Katherine began to speak as her hands falling from the belt of her robe. A chill ran up her spine at the look in her son's eye as he rose with the bottle in his hand. "I'm sorry John..."

"Save it," Johnny said coldly, as he ripped two paper towels off of the roll.

"Son, I am..."

"Don't care, go back to fucking each other," Johnny said, indifferently, as he moved passed his mother. The smack across his face caught him off guard splitting his lip in the process.

"You do not speak to me like that!" Katherine yelled. "Shit," she hissed to herself as his hemophobia set in as Johnny saw the blood on his fingertips. "John, relax..."

"Don't touch me!" Johnny growled pressing the paper towel to his lip as he ran to his room.

"John!" Brandan called out as his son ran up the stairs.

"It's going to be a bad night," Katherine said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Want me to go talk to him?" Brandan asked, he didn't want his youngest son to ruin this night.

"I'll do it," Bill said, putting on an air of arrogance.

"What's going on?" Wanda asked.

"Right you haven't met him yet, that was crazy..." Ruth quickly shut her mouth as their eyes quickly shot to her.

"You might have a nice pussy and all, but don't ever call my son that!" Brandan snapped.

"Whatever," Ruth said, rolling her eyes.

"Don't!" Bill hissed. "You might not understand him, you have no right to judge him," he whispered as he stood before her.

"Sorry Bill," Ruth said, apologetically.

"Just try to be more aware of what you say. Johnny didn't ask to be like this, alright?" Bill said, placing a kiss on her forehead when she nodded.

"Since John knows, let's finish what we started, it'll give him time to calm down," Katherine said undoing her belt.

Half an hour later...

"It's just blood, it's just blood. It's not going to hurt you," Johnny muttered as he rocked himself in the corner of his room. "See?! It's stopped. No need to worry," he said reassuring himself. He knew he had to learn to do this himself. Soon he'd be on his own. Smacking his cheeks, slowing his heart, centering himself before getting to his feet. Walking over to his chair, grabbing his bag, unzipping it, pulling out his notebook setting it aside so he could type out his report.

"John," Katherine said softly, after she had bathed in her son's and husband's hot shower of semen along with Annie, Wanda, and Ruth.

"Go away!"

"Baby, I'm sorry, I should have remembered about the note. I know how you like your room; I'm going to come in," Katherine said, pushing the door open. She heard his aspirated sigh as she inched the door open. Over the past three years she had seen how distant her son had become with them. She tried to be a good mother but taking care of John was a strain on their family. Not that she didn't love her son. She didn't blame him, how could she? It wasn't his fault that he was like this. However, she did hope his medicine would have brought the boy she knew back to them. Yet she had seen how he closed himself off to them when they put him in the hospital. "John?"

"What is it?" Johnny asked, not bothering to look up at his mother. His eyes moving over the paper as his fingers worked over the keys.

"We're going out for dinner..." John's head instantly dropped he didn't want to go anywhere. He had work to do. He needed to get this report done so he could keep up his grade point average. "To the Olive Garden to celebrate Bill and Ruth's engagement."

"So? What does that have to do with me?" Johnny asked, he didn't like Ruth. He knew what she thought of him. He had heard her plainly tell one of her many friends what she thought of him when she was over last.

"Because John, Bill is your brother, you should be happy for him," Katherine said, in a motherly voice as she stepped into the room.

"And you want me to eat with someone that thinks so poorly of me?" Johnny asked, finally looking at his mother. "No thanks, I'll pass. Plus, I have to get this report done, and I can't do that there."

"The report can wait John. So, get ready, and I don't want to hear one word out of you," Katherine said sternly. His doctor told them they needed to be forceful with John to get him out of the box he had placed himself in. "What's this?" she asked, noticing the leaflet for Duke university. "John?"

"What does it look like?"

"You can't be thinking of going to a school on the other side of the country," Katherine said, her blue eyes falling on her son.

"Why not?" Johnny asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Baby, you'll be..."

"Alone, I know, and that's the point," Johnny said, crossing his arms.

"John have you really thought about this? If you go and have one of your... break downs, who's going to be there to calm you down? How will you afford your medicine? College is expensive, and very, very different than what high school is like," Katherine said, walking over to his bed. Making her son turn to look at her. "People there might not be as understanding of your..."

"Say it mother," Johnny said coldly.

"Your condition," Katherine whispered.

"Ashamed of your insane son? Want to keep me hidden?"

"What?! No, I never have... have never been ashamed of you baby. How can you think that?" Katherine asked, trying not to be hurt by his words, however, that was easier said than done.

"Uh-huh," Johnny said, not believing a word. If she wasn't then why did they leave him in that place for two long years. Then there was her unyielding hold on not telling him where his friend was buried. Always telling him it was for his benefit that he didn't know so he wouldn't have the same break down that led him to that place.

"Then it's settled you aren't going to Duke," Katherine said, tearing up the leaflet as if to say the matter was settled and there wasn't going to be any more talk on the matter. "If you want to go to college then you can go to the one your brothers and sister go to, or a trade school. But you aren't moving across the country," she said sternly, putting her foot down.

"I don't think you'll..."

"You forget baby, I'm your mother; and I trump everything," Katherine said, with a prideful look. "So, I expect you to be ready in ten minutes," clapping her hands, "or I'll come in here and dress you myself."

"Yeah, that's what I want - for you to see me naked," Johnny muttered underneath his breath.

Katherine pretended that she didn't hear him as she walked out of the room. "Do keep this door open," she said, turning back to her son. Keeping her smile hidden as her son gazed wide eyed at her bare tits. "Remember you have ten minutes, or I'll dress you like I used to do when you were a baby."

"So, you're the brother I haven't met yet," Wanda said, leaning against Johnny's doorframe. "Hi I'm..."

"I know who you are," Johnny said indifferently.

"Wanda, what are you doing?" Ray asked nervously, knowing how his brother didn't like unwanted guests.

"Introducing myself to your brother," Wanda said, looking to her right, "he doesn't seem very..."

"He isn't," Ruth said, joining the conversation, "he's a rude little..."

"Ruth!" Bill said sternly.

"What? He is," Ruth said, in an aspirated sigh. "Why does he have to come?"

"Hey, go," Johnny said, shooing off the woman, "no one's keeping you here."

"John you aren't helping," Bill said sternly.

"What's going on here?" Brandan asked, walking down the hall.

"It's our night Bill, I don't want him ruining it," Ruth said, drawing the line in the sand.

"I didn't want to go in the first place. Why would I want to have dinner with someone that downplays ones insanity," Johnny said, looking hatefully at her.

"You didn't," Bill sighed shaking his head at Ruth.

"How was I to know the little frea..."

"Enough!" Brandan barked stomping down the hall. "Bill take your... on to the restaurant, Ray take your girlfriend and wait in the car."

"Come on Wanda," Ray said, taking his girlfriend by the hand.

"John, could we have one night..."

"Sure, you can, I got things to do," Johnny said, sinking down into his desk chair.

"Fine, if you don't want to celebrate this with your..."

"I don't," Johnny said coldly.

"Annie! Katherine! We're leaving! I hope you understand I'm not bringing you anything..."

"Don't care," Johnny said, turning back to his computer. "I learned to survive on my own for two years. One night without you all under foot won't kill me," he said, powering his computer back on.

"Just for that your grounded, I want the kitchen spotless before we get back."

"So, you can fuck Annie all over it?" Johnny retorted his eyes cutting to his father.

"That's two weeks, want to make it three?"

"You're tongue work, could use some work," Johnny said, going for broke.

"Keep talking and you'll spend all summer in this room," Brandan said sternly, trying to keep his temper in check.

"Oh no, whatever am I to do. To spend all summer in a cell," Johnny said, feigning shock.

"I don't know what's going on with you today, but whatever it is it better be gone by the time we get home. I still want that kitchen cleaned. Come on," Brandan said storming off.

"The kitchen is clean just stay in your room unless you need dinner," Katherine said, shutting his door.

The moment his family was gone, Johnny stripped out of his clothes. Neatly folded them on his bed, his sock covered foot tapped the floor as his fingers turned the volume up as The Phantoms "Watch Me" came on. His arms were outstretched to keep his balance as he slid over the floor. Practicing the dance moves the highly delusional girl he befriended (although she always referred to him as big bird - Why? - he didn't understand.) Busting out into funk as James Brown came on. Nearly losing his balance as his feet worked to slow his slide as his mother stood in the door. Her arms crossed along her chest, her hip cocked out, her foot tapping the floor. The anger filled look burned in her eyes as she stared him down. A smirk graced his lips causing his mother to arch an eyebrow as he resumed his dance to James Brown's 'Super Bad'. He didn't care he was already in trouble they couldn't do anything more to him. So, he danced like his mother wasn't there staring him down. The blast of the horn caught them both by surprise. His ass pressed against the edge of the dining room table as his mother stood less than a foot away from him.

"We'll discuss this later," Katherine said, her eyes ran down her son's bare chest. Silently noting the bulge in his underwear, wondering what it looked like when it was hard. "However, first, if you're going to dance to funk," she said, turning around bending slightly over so her jeans would become taut along her ass. Her hand running up the back on her right leg, giving her right cheek a little spank. "You got to put a little soul into it," Katherine said, quick as a snake taking her son by surprise. She kept her shock from her face at the fact her son had to be four inches soft as it brushed against her leg. "Relax baby," she purred slipping her other hand into his underwear so Johnny couldn't escape.

"I thought so." The fires of her lust burned in her eyes as the palm of her hand ran up and down his nine-and-a-half-inch cock when it reached full mast. Yanking down his underwear and moving to the side as she jacked him off. "This is your punishment for not staying in your room like I told you to," Katherine purred as her hand moved along his shaft rapidly as she held her son tightly to her so Johnny couldn't run away. Watching his cum shooting out in an arc before striking the floor. Running her finger along the tip of his cock gathering up the remainder of his cum. "Now clean that up and get back to your room. You don't want to know what I'll do if I catch you out of it again," she said, taking the coupons from the wooden pocket they always put coupons in. Sucking her finger clean as she walked towards the door.

The next day after school and to avoid returning home. Johnny snuck away from school during his free period. If he got in trouble he didn't care. All he would have been doing was stuck in a room with people he didn't care to know.

The doorbell jingled overhead as Johnny entered his favorite comic shop. Comics where his escape when his parents had placed him in that ward. He was a fan up to the point where Marvel gave Wolverine back his adamantium, where Spawn killed Malebolgia, and before DC went to that 52 disaster. Ever since then comics have steadily gone downhill in his opinion. Glancing over at the college age girl that worked behind the counter when old man Peter was off. He liked the old man better, at least with him he could actually talk to him about the Golden Age Flash, or the Silver Age Superman. Not this PC crap that has been making its way into the worlds which takes him away from his troubled mind. Grimacing when Johnny saw the woman pulling out her phone. Another reason he didn't like her. She was also friends with his sister, and in turn his mother would know he was here.

"No one likes a snitch you know," Johnny muttered under his breath.

"Then don't skip school," the woman said, incensed, that he would dare call her a snitch.

"Please," Johnny rolled his eyes, "like you and my sister didn't constantly do it," he shot back. Smirking in triumph as she couldn't say a word, glaring at him as he walked towards his favorite corner.

"Where is he?" John sighed heavily and loudly at the sound of his sister's voice as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.

"Why do they constantly have to butt into my enjoyment? Why can't they just leave me alone? What's wrong with being alone?" Johnny asked himself as he turned the page of the Spiderman comic he was reading.

"Thanks Julie," Annie said, after sharing a quiet whisper with her. "Johnny..."

"Why are you here?" Johnny asked, not bothering to look up from his comic.

"Mom sent me to take you to your appointment," Annie said, crossing her arms underneath her heavy hanging breasts. "You shouldn't have cut school John..."

"That's rich coming from the person who made it a personal mission to do just that very thing," Johnny retorted.

"You're grades..."

"Haven't dropped since mother and father carted me off," Johnny said coldly. "And my appointment isn't until Thursday," he said, smiling as Spiderman laid the beat down on Doc Oc.

"Mom thought after last night they needed to increase your sessions. Now come on or you'll be late," Annie said, staring down at her brother. She couldn't understand why John hated them so much. How were they to know the hospital their parents had put him in would be shut down due to the neglect and cruel treatment by the staff there. They didn't learn of the full extent of the poor care until the trial and lawsuits where spread all over the news.

"Don't want to go," Johnny muttered, looking up as Annie plucked his comic from his hands.

"Don't care Johnny, Mom told me to pick you up and I'm going to do just that," Annie said, putting on a sweet face for her brother. Feeling how her bra was straining to contain her 46DD as she bent over in front of her brother. Wondering why he didn't look at her like their brothers and father did. No, that wasn't the case as those cold, calculating eyes peered up at her. Wondering what had happened to him in those two years inside that place that had killed the little brother she knew before his hospitalization.

"Fine," Johnny huffed irritably, snatching his bag as he rose. Taking the roundabout way to the front door to avoid his sister. "Well, come on, you want me to go to this damn thing, not waiting on you to finish your little chat," he said, as his sister exited the shop.

"Drop the attitude," Annie said, feeling her anger rising.

"Hey, you're the one that came interrupting my private time," Johnny said, argumentatively.

"God, you're such an ass," Annie huffed, stomping around the rear of her car.

"Chalk it up the electroshock," Johnny said, waiting for her to unlock her car. His fingers drumming on the roof of the car as his sister just stared at him like he had spoken Klingon. "Well?"

"John..."

"Save it, I really don't care," Johnny said, indifferently, as he stared out the passenger window.

"Alright, if that's how you want it," Annie said, switching on the radio, killing the awkward silence as she pulled away from the curb. Knowing how strange their dinner was without him there, then the argument she heard between Johnny and their parents. She started to speak as she pulled to a stop in front of his doctor's office only to have the passenger door slammed in her face. Flipping off her brother before pulling away, knowing if she was fast enough returning home, she could have three cocks all to herself.

"Hello John," Katherine said, flipping through a magazine she'd been reading while she waited on Annie to drop him off. "The doctor will see us in a few minutes, why not come sit beside..." Her voice stilled as Johnny walked to the other side of the room. Her index finger ran along her upper lip as she leaned on her elbow as her blue eyes studied her son. Remembering how his big, long, hard cock felt in her hand. Knowing how much better it would feel deep inside of her cunt. She hadn't told anyone about his size. Katherine wanted that all to herself. The two and a half inches he had over his other male family members she knew, would be blissful. She had to figure out some way to get her son to stay home, had to find some way to get him to open up to her once again. Katherine knew that was her first hurdle. Her eyes darted over to the door as it inched open. Hoping this new untested method would help her son and bring back the boy she knew.

"If you have any problems with the medication, please don't hesitate to call me," Dr. Copper said, as she spoke to the departing mother and son. "Hello John, Katherine, please won't you come in," she said, gesturing them to enter her office as her front door closed. "John? What do you say when someone addresses you?" Dr. Copper asked, assertively.

"Hello," Johnny grumbled.

"No, no, no. Try again John, this time without the attitude," Dr. Copper said sternly, placing her hands on her hips.

"Hello, Dr. Copper," Johnny said, with the creepiest smile he could muster.

"Lose the smile John," Dr. Copper said, trying not to allow the chill she felt crawling up her spine get to her. She had read his medical file and knew, given what was done to him, that with John earning his trust would be a very hard thing to achieve; and after what his mother told her this morning about their fight last night, she knew it would be only a matter of time before someone pushed a little too hard and caused John to snap. "Please, why don't we step into my office."

"Thank you for seeing us today," Katherine said, sitting across from Dr. Copper. Glancing over at her son who sat beside her only separated by a small table between them.

"I'm more than happy to pencil the two of you in," Dr. Copper said, smiling warmly at Katherine. She wondered if this new, untested method she had mentioned to Katherine would actually work with John. However, they would have to take it slow with him, too fast and she knew it could lead to trouble. "So, John..."

"For the last time it's Johnny," he said, narrowing his eyes at the doc. He hated his given name, it reminded of the boy he was no longer was, and everything they tried to bring his old self back just rightly pissed him off. That boy died when his parents stuck him in that hellhole for two years.

"Tell me why didn't you go with your family last night? From what I hear it was to celebrate your brother's engagement. Didn't you want to celebrate it with him?" Dr. Copper asked, making a quick note not to use his given name. She would have to ask him why he disliked his name.

"Some reason I should?" Johnny asked.

"Bill was very upset that you didn't attend last night," Katherine said, looking over at him.

"He'll get over it," Johnny said, offhandedly.

"Johnny what was your reasoning for not going?" Dr. Copper asked, writing down how the two of them interacted with one another.

"I just didn't feel like playing nice to a woman that dislikes me, why should I? I'm not the one that has to fuck her," Johnny said, casting his mother a look.

"Johnny don't use such language in this office," Dr. Copper said sternly. "Well, how do you feel about her joining your family?"

"Like I said, I'm not the one that's going to have to deal with her attitude. So, I don't really care if Bill marries that woman," Johnny said, indifferently. Looking down his chest wondering how long this session was going to go on for, it was already getting tiring.

"Baby, you know Bill stuck up for you. Why can't you do the same for your brother?" Katherine asked, reaching across the table resting her hand on the armrest.

"Then where was he when you left me stranded in that shit hole of a hospital?" Johnny retorted.

"Baby, talk to me, I want to help but I can't do that if you close me out," Katherine said sweetly, her blue eyes pleaded with her son to let her in.

"Since you brought it up Johnny, tell us just how bad was it in there. I've read the news articles, and the file they had on you... as light as it is for someone in their care for two years," Dr. Copper said, laying her pad on her lap.

"You really want to know? How about the memories they took from me with the electroshock treatments. How about when they withheld meals when the other patients, or should I say inmates, since they ran that place like a prison, got out of order. How about the times they stuck me in a six by nine cell with only a bucket to go in..."

"John... why didn't you tell us?!" Katherine asked, her lip trembling as she saw the hate in his eyes as those cold eyes cut to her.

"I did," Johnny growled, "you didn't believe me, remember? You and Dad chalked it up to my condition," he sneered.

"I see," Dr. Copper muttered, wondering how she was going to get past the anger she saw. To go through all of that and not have your own parents believe you when you tell them the truth of what you were experiencing. She pondered if he was ever going to trust anyone given what those so-called doctors put him through.

"John, I'm sorry, I thought you were just trying to get out of that place," Katherine said, tears reamed her eyes.

"I was. It just took the deaths of five patients and two years to do so," Johnny said coldly.

"John why don't you wait outside while I talk privately with your..." Dr. Copper began to say after an hour only to watch as Johnny surged from his seat.

"I'm sorry about that... John doesn't like it when his routine is broken," Katherine sighed as the door closed.

"I understand," Dr. Copper said, with a warm smile. The papers rustled as she flipped through her pad, her eyes scanning the notes she had taken since she started seeing Johnny as a patient. "I think we are going to have to be really careful about how we move forward with this new treatment," she said, looking up. Unknowing that what was she was about to state wouldn't be too strange for Katherine to handle.

"I just hope it helps him. It feels like I'm losing my boy," Katherine said, holding back her tears. She never knew her son had suffered so much because they wouldn't listen to his pleas. Never knew how much hate and anger he had inside because he felt like they had abandoned him. The scorn he had for them while they had their own beds, he was left all alone in that place with no one to turn to.

"Well... I hope we can change that. But first," Dr. Copper said, reaching into her right jacket pocket. Pulling out a small bottle of red and white capsules that were still in the testing stage. She just failed to mention her patients were being used as the test subjects. She wouldn't have agreed if she knew there were any serious side-effects. Plus, she didn't see a raging hard-on as a downside to it. Dr. Copper just wondered if Katherine could actually follow through with it. "I want you to add this to the regimen Johnny is on," she said, placing the bottle in Katherine's hand. "It may take a few days to see any results of it, but he needs to take one every morning and night. Also, try not to use his given name. I don't know why he hates it so much. It seems to be a hot button with him, so from now on refer to him as Johnny that includes the rest of your family. As for the new drug, once you start seeing results be sure to always be there with him. This way, I hope, it will build trust between the two of you. Yet that trust is going to be one of the hardest battles you are ever going to fight for given what's been done to him."

"What do you suggest on doing to earn it?" Katherine asked, intently. She wanted this to work. Wanted to keep her son home with her always. Wanted to show him how loved he was, when he felt they were all against him. She was sure what he saw yesterday didn't help matters.

"Hmm..." Dr. Copper thought for a moment. Her eyes falling on the notation she made when Johnny rambled on about comics for ten minutes. "Comics seem to be an important part of his psyche. From what he described they seem to ease his mind. Does he have some at your house?"

"Yes," Katherine said, drawing out the word.

"Well... see if you can't get him to let you read some with him. Take him to a store that sells them or the one he buys from. Maybe see if there's a convention in town or close by. Make it a day for the both of you, maybe the family... hmm, that one is tricky. You might have to play that one by ear. For now, just focus on building that bond," Dr. Copper said, laying the pad on her lap, leaning forward, bringing her hands together as her elbows rested on her thighs. "And for god's sake, show him where his dog is buried. You do realize a reason he is so cold to you and the others, is, in his mind, Buster was his friend, a very good friend, and to him you're his enemy for keeping his friend from him. John knows his dog is dead. It's the not knowing where he is buried. Where his friend lies. I know why you haven't. I agree with you, that could be... dangerous... but," she muttered after a long thoughtful pause, "John isn't the same boy. Something in that hospital changed him.

Something dark. Something that tore at his heart so much, nothing - and I mean nothing, and no one could ever hope to take his grief away. Another reason he hates you. Irrational? Yes, but in his mind," Dr. Copper said, her finger tapped her temple three times. "I don't know what this 'event' was, I doubt he'll open up to me about that, given that I'm a reminder of his time in that place; but whatever happened he wouldn't have had to face if you had listened. Maybe he'll open up to Buster... and maybe, if we're lucky someone in your family; because he needs to get it out. He needs to face it. How? I can't say," she said, leaning back into her chair. "Just go slow, alright?"

"I understand," Katherine nodded. Her fingers curled around the edge of the seat cushion of her chair, as she tried to keep a straight face. Her heart wept knowing her baby was hurting and she had failed to notice. She had always feared bringing up his time in the hospital. Feared that her sweet baby would break down if she did. She wasn't blind, she did know her son was hurting. That was plain for her to see, yet every time she tired, he would close himself off. Now, now she can understand why he does. Why would he trust such private information to her when he saw her as an enemy?

"How does Friday at nine sound to you?" Dr. Copper asked, the click of her pen drew Katherine's attention, as she looked through her date planner. "Just know this isn't going to be fast," she said, her eyes glanced up as Katherine rose. "And please, call if anything goes wrong," tearing off the new week release code for the standing order with the pharmacy a block away. "I'll see you Friday," her hand covered Katherine's as she took the small slip of paper, "it's going to be okay. I promise. Give it a chance."

The door latch clicked into the striker as Katherine closed the door. Her eyes quivered as she watched John rising from his seat. Her legs carrying her hurriedly towards her son. Feeling him stiffen up as her arms wrapped around him, "Forgive me Johnny," Kathrine whispered into her son's ear. Peering at the bottle in her hand wondering if it would work.

"Mom?" Johnny asked, suspiciously. Instantly on guard when she called him by that name.

"I never meant to hurt you," Kathrine whispered motherly, holding her youngest child tenderly. "Everything will be okay," gently rubbing his back, "come. Let's go home."

The next day after lunch...

"Johnny!" Kathrine called up to her son. Looking into the living room as both her sons and their girlfriends were watching TV. Her eyes darted to her daughter as Annie peered at her.

"Yeah," Johnny called back, as he flipped through a comic as he hid away.

"Come down here, please. I have something to show you." Placing her hands behind her back, her nose wiggled as she caught the scent of the sauce Brandan uses when he smokes his tender, juicy ribs. Hoping there would be enough to go around with two extra mouths in her house. Knowing it's going to be a good dinner; she didn't want her son missing out on the ribs.

"Okay," John said in a monotone voice.

"Come on," Katherine said smiling, gesturing him down. "This will only take but a minute and I'll leave you be until dinner."

"Are you feeling okay? Did the pod people come? Mom are you a pod person?"

"Words hurt you know," Katherine said, innocent-like.

"Mom?"

"Hmm," Katherine hummed as they neared the back door.

"Seriously, have you been sampling?" Johnny asked, weirded out by his mother's change in behavior.

"Shh!" Playfully slapping his shoulder. "I learned somethings yesterday, things I hope you'll forgive me for, but I also learned something else that at this point in time you won't let me help you with," Katherine said, her hand danced down John's forearm as they stepped off the porch. "Baby, while I might not be able to comfort you right now. I thought Buster could," she said, seeing the shock playing across her son's eyes.

"Where?" Johnny asked, seriously.

"Look for the small yellow frog," Katherine said, pointing in its direction. Placing a soft lingering kiss on her son's right cheek. Whispering into his ear to take his time.

"Mom, what did you do?" Annie asked, stepping up to her mother's side.

"Helping Johnny the only why I can right now," Katherine said, her right thumb brushed along the back of her left hand as she watched her son looking around near the corner of the fence. Praying the doctor was right and this would indeed help her sweet baby.

"But... I thought we weren't going to tell him?" Annie asked, looking at her mother.

"The doctor said it might help Johnny. That it might help him to get whatever is paining him off his chest," Katherine said, a signal tear ran down her cheek.

"Mom? What's wrong?!" Annie asked, worried.

"Johnny's hurting so much," her tears glistening as she looked at her daughter, "he's hurting so much and I can't help him," Katherine said, laying her hand on the glass as her son sat in the grass.

"What do you mean?" Annie asked, laying her hand on her mother's shoulder. Seeing her father too looking over at her brother as he sat in their backyard. She wondered what Johnny was talking about as his hands flew around.

"I don't know, he won't speak about it," Katherine sighed as she hung her head.

"Hmm..." Bill's voice hummed as he stood behind them. "Well, it has to be something bigger than what happened to Buster."

"What are you thinking?" Ray asked, looking over at his brother as their girlfriends stood between them.

"Wait?!" Ruth said in a tired sigh. She couldn't believe they were falling for it. "So, he's being a rude little..." Her voice stilled as Katherine peered at her daring her to say the word. "Because he's hurting?!"

"Would you tell your enemy your most kept secret," Katherine said, turning her attention back to son. "Would you really let anyone in when they constantly look down on you?" she asked, casting Ruth a glance.

"Can we help him?" Wanda asked, looking at Ray.

"I... don't know, Johnny is a hard one to pin down," Ray muttered.

"Did he say anything that hinted at what this pain was?" Bill asked, looking at his mother.

"No," Katherine stated. Pressing her forehead against the glass, hoping now that he knew where Buster was it would truly help him to heal. "But I agree it had to be something greater than what happened to Buster while he was hospitalized."

"Bill, you can't possibly be falling for this!" Ruth huffed.

"Do you even have an idea what my son went through at that place!" Katherine yelled. Not seeing Johnny and her husband looking towards the house as her voice was carried through the walls. "What they did to him?! Do you!" Thrusting her arm out, cutting through the air sideways, as shock played across Ruth's face. "No, you don't, you weren't there yesterday. You didn't hear him speaking of the things they did to him and the others under their care. You don't know the horrors he faced all alone..." Falling to her knees, her face falling into hands, weeping loudly as her emotions poured out.

"What do you mean: what they did to my son," Brandan said, darkly as he stood in the doorway of the sliding glass door. "What did they do to my son?!" he asked, in a growl.

"Oh Brandan! They hurt him so bad, they took his memories!" Katherine wailed through teary eyes. The rest of her words were garbled as she tried to speak through her sobs.

"How?" Bill asked, incensed. At those that he hoped to be one day soiling the name of the profession that was meant to help instead of harm.

"He..." Annie began to say looking out onto her brother in the backyard. Hearing Johnny actually laughing, something she hadn't heard him do for years. "Said something yesterday when I picked him up about electroshock," looking over at her brother, "does that mean anything to you?"

"Unfortunately, it does," Bill nodded, "it's a therapy, and I use that word loosely, that was mainly phased out in the '70s, although it is still sometimes used. It just isn't the same barbaric way it was done during that time."

"Well..." Brandan held his wife as she wept into his chest. His eyes darting to and fro wondering if that was why it felt like he always had to arm himself when he spoke to his son. "Now we know why he's been like this. Or a reason for it," Brandan said, looking down at the top of Katherine's head as she nodded. "We need to make sure we don't..."​