To Keep A Promise

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills.


Warnings: Angst, Disturbing Themes, Language


Rating: FRT


Italics and/or * indicates thoughts


To Keep A Promise
Chapter 7


"Where does he live?" Luke asked when Bo had calmed down some.


"Huh?"


"Wyndham, I want to know where he lives so I can teach him a lesson about messing with my cousin."


"He didn't get away with it Luke," Bo said, surprising the older boy.


"What? But Rosco said he couldn't do anything..."


"He couldn't then, but he had a plan."


"Rosco? A plan?"


"Hard to believe ain't it? It was a good plan too, even though I thought Uncle Jesse was gonna knock the Sheriff out when he told it to us."


"Why would he do that?"


"Cause Rosco said..."


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"I do have an idea, but I don't think you're gonna like it," Rosco offered.


"Well let's hear it," Jesse said.


"I could go see Judge Druten tomorrow, I'm sure after I show him Bo's statement and the pictures he'll go along with my idea. I'm getting to it Jesse," Rosco said when he saw the older man was about to interrupt. "I can get a court order to plant listening devices in Wyndham's house, then if...well if Bo was to go back..."


"Go back?" Jesse yelled. "Have you lost your mind Rosco? You think I'm gonna let that boy go back there?"


"I ain't gone crazy Jesse, but it's the only way to get the evidence to stop him," Rosco explained.


"No, there is no way I'm let..."


"What would I have to do?" Bo asked, bringing the argument to a stop.


"I ain't gonna let you do it Bo, whatever he has in mind."


"If I don't help stop him, he's just gonna keep on doing this Uncle Jesse," Bo quietly pointed out.


"Alright Rosco let's hear your plan, but that don't mean I'll let Bo do it," Jesse warned the Sheriff.


"I'll get the court order and put the devices in place tomorrow while Wyndham is at school. Then tomorrow night Bo will go back and get Wyndham to give him that choice again, but this time it'll be on tape."


"What happens if he can't get the man to say anything?"


"Then he gets out of there and we try to think of something else."


"And what if Wyndham won't let him leave?"


"I'll be outside listening to everything that's said Jesse, I'll get him out if it looks like he's in any danger."


"I don't know, seems awfully risky for Bo."


"You'll be there Sheriff? He won't get to...I won't have to let him do..." Bo trailed off, unable to get the words out.


"I'll be right outside Bo, I promise I won't let him hurt you," Rosco assured the boy.


"Uncle Jesse, I'd like to try," Bo said, looking at his uncle with pleading eyes.


"Are you sure Bo? We can find another way," Jesse said, brushing his hand through Bo's hair.


"That's not true Uncle Jesse, you know there ain't no other way and I want him stopped. Please let me try."


"Alright, but I'm gonna be there with Rosco too," Jesse looked at Rosco, daring him to argue.


"That'll be fine Jesse," Rosco wisely agreed. "Well I'd best get going, I'll call ya tomorrow Jesse and let ya know if the judge gave me the order."


"You look about done in Bo, why don't you go on to bed," Jesse kindly suggested after Rosco left.


"Okay," Bo quietly agreed. Standing up, he slowly walked to his room and disappeared inside.


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"Can you handle school today sprout?" Jesse asked at breakfast.


"I have to Uncle Jesse, if I'm not there Wyndham might get suspicious."


"Alright, but if you change your mind, you come on home."


"Yes sir," Bo mumbled as he picked at his breakfast. After twenty minutes, he finally gave up and asked to be excused. Grabbing his schoolbooks, he slowly walked to his pick-up and headed off to school.


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"Bo, I'd like to see you after class," Jonas called as the students began to file out of his classroom.


Bo froze as he was standing, and with great reluctance, sat back down in his seat.


"I was very disappointed last night Bo," Wyndham whispered in his ear, bending down to carress Bo's back.


"I...I ain't never done anything like that before Mr. Wyndham," Bo offered as an explanation.


"Of course you haven't, that's part of the attraction honey, getting to teach you," Wyndham explained, his voice low and seductive. "Have you thought about the second chance I offered?"


Bo did his best to hide the revulsion he felt at the man's words, knowing that he had to, if he wanted the plan to work. "Yes sir," he squeaked out.


"And?" Wyndham prompted, as he played with the hair on Bo's neck.


Bo glanced up at the older man, silently begging for another option. "What time do you want me there?" he finally asked, sighing in defeat.


"I knew you'd come around Bo," Jonas said with a smile. "Come by at seven thirty, and Bo, don't disappoint me again," he warned. Moving away from the desk, he allowed Bo to leave the room.


The moment Wyndham stepped away, Bo jumped to his feet and bolted from the room. Hurrying to the boy's restroom, he spent the next ten minutes retching into the toilet while tears streamed down his face.


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Bo saw Rosco's car hidden behind some bushes as he drove up to Wyndham's house for the second time in as many days. Taking a deep breath, he climbed out of the truck and walked to the front door.


"Hello Bo, come on in," Jonas invited, holding the door wide for him.


Bo stepped inside, surprised when he wasn't immediately pushed against the wall. Unconsciously sighing with relief, he reluctantly stepped into the living room as his teacher indicated.


"I'm sorry about last night Bo, I shouldn't have gotten in such a hurry," Wyndham apologized.


Taken by surprise again, Bo wasn't sure what to say at first. "I don't understand you Mr. Wyndham..."


"Jonas," Wyndham corrected.


"Jjjjonas, I don't understand how you can do this and then apologize for it."


"You misunderstand Bo, I'm not apologizing for going after what I want, I'm apologizing for rushing you last night."


"Why me?"


"Oh come on now Bo, you know exactly why," Jonas replied. Stepping to Bo's side, he turned the younger man towards him and began to unbutton his shirt.


"Thought you weren't going to rush me?" Bo asked, involuntairly taking a step back.


"I won't act like I did last night,unless you make me. However, I won't be denied either," Jonas quietly replied, again working on the shirt.


Bo stood as still as a statue, shivering at the feel of the older man's hands on his skin, unable to think past his fear. *Please Lord help me, tell me what to say,* he silently prayed. "Jonas, um, doesn't it matter to you that I like girls?"


"Are you sure about that?"


"Huh? What do you mean?" Bo asked, obviously confused.


"There's a lot of boys in my classes Bo, several of them are quite attractive, yet I chose you. Why do you suppose that is?" Jonas asked, planting the seeds of doubt in the boy's mind.


"No! I don't like guys, not like that," Bo quickly denied. "I wouldn't be here if you hadn't forced me to," he insisted.


"Forced you? I didn't hold a gun to your head, or a knife to your throat," Jonas protested. As he spoke, he began to open Bo's jeans, pushing them down his legs despite his struggles.


"Please I'm not ready," Bo begged. Stumbling as Jonas pushed against him, he fell onto the couch, the older man's weight pinning him to the cushions. Bo knew he had to find some way to get him to say the words before it was too late. A thought came to him, but before he could form the words it was driven from him by the feel of fingers at his opening. "No! Don't! I can't do this!" he screamed and cried, struggling against the other man.


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"Damn it!" Rosco yelled, flinging his headphones to the seat and jumping from the car.


"What is it? What's happening?" Jesse asked as he followed the sheriff.


"No time to explain," Rosco replied. *Please let us get there in time,* he prayed, hoping that God was listening.


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The stinging slap took Bo by surprise, silencing his protests for the moment.


"I'm through playing games Bo, I want to fuck you, now either you let me or fail english," Jonas snarled.


"Freeze!" Rosco shouted, running into the room, his gun drawn and aimed at the teacher.


"Get off my nephew!" Jesse yelled, horrified at what was happening to his youngest.


"Now mister!" Rosco ordered.


Slowly Jonas pushed himself to his feet, and stepped away from the couch. Glaring at Bo, he watched as Jesse grabbed a throw from a nearby chair and hurried to cover his nephew. "You set me up," he furiously accused.


"Bo, are ya okay?" Jesse asked, keeping his voice low and ignoring the man behind him.


"Uncle Jesse?" Bo asked. As he became more aware, he glanced around the room, his eyes falling first on Wyndham and then the sheriff. "Did ya get it?"


"You mean he said it?" Rosco asked, not having heard as he had been on his way into the house.


"Yeah, I think he did," Bo replied, no longer sure he'd really heard it.


Stepping forward, he slapped the cuffs on Wyndham and shoved him into a chair. "Jesse, can you watch him for a minute?"


"Where you going?"


"Just need to check something," Rosco replied. Returning a few minutes later, he smiled at Bo, "I got it," he told the boy. "He won't get away with what he tried to do Bo."


"Good," was Bo's only response. Looking at his uncle, Bo wondered what would happen now. "Uncle Jesse, can we go home now?"


"Rosco?"


"You need to take him by the doc's first," Rosco answered.


"Do I have to?" Bo quietly asked, realizing what the sheriff meant.


"I know it's hard Bo, but the more evidence we have the better the chances of sending him to prison where he belongs."


"You've been so brave Bo and I'm proud of what you've done to stop him," Jesse said. "Can ya be brave for just a little longer spout?" he asked, smoothing back the hair from Bo's eyes.


Nodding his agreement, Bo leaned against his uncle, needing the older man's strength. He listened numbly as Rosco read Jonas Wyndham his rights before leading him from the room. As his uncle reached for the shirt Wyndham had tossed to the floor, Bo mechanically pulled his jeans and boxers back into place. Taking the offered shirt, he slipped it on and let Jesse help him to his feet and out to the truck.


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"Bo, did he...I don't know how to ask..." Luke stumbled, trying to find the right words.


"He didn't rape me, but he did hurt me," Bo quietly replied to the unasked question.


"How bad?" Luke quietly asked, keeping one arm wrapped around his cousin.


"Not too bad, he just put his fingers in me," Bo answered, shuddering at the memory. "Rosco and Uncle Jesse came in before he could do more than that," he assured his cousin.


"So he's in prison, right?"


"No."


"No?" Luke asked, interrupting before Bo could say more. "Why in the hell not?"


"Cause he's dead," Bo replied. Wondering if his cousin would blame him too, when he heard the rest of the story, he hesitated.


TBC


I wanted to continue the chapter, really, but Bo needs a break, poor boy. Please review and convince him to go on. =)