Lucky Linus
By Gene Gant
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Is the possibility of fulfilling your heart’s desire worth the risk of breaking it? Fourteen-year-old Linus Lightman is understandably reluctant to trust his newest foster family, the Nelsons, after he’s bounced through the system since being being taken from his neglectful mother. He’s certain they will reject him when they find out he’s gay, and getting to know them will only lead to hurt later. Trying to cope, he builds a friendship with Kevin Mapleton, and it quickly grows into romance, despite Linus’s fears. Then a video of Linus and Kevin having sex is posted online, and Linus knows from past experience exactly what’s going to happen. This sort of scandal will cost him his new home and Kevin’s love, snatching away his fragile hopes of belonging.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a book, which deals with child abuse. But instead of going into detail about the horrible things, that Linus had to endure, it focuses on his present and future.While reading I felt really bad for the main character at times. And then his hope and delight got through to me and I had no choice but to share his thrill about his first love, share his fear of discovery.Lucky Linus is a fast, emotional read with a rather sudden but nonetheless satisfying end.Trigger warning: (sexual) abuse, homophobia, bullyingI was provided by NetGalley with a free ARC in exchange for a honest review. Thank you.
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Lucky Linus - Gene Gant
Chapter One:
The Nowhere Kid
ALL I ever wanted was to be safe.
Mama couldn’t keep me safe. On the days when she had to work, she gave me a coloring book, crayons, a plastic cup, and a box of cereal and locked me in the bathroom. I don’t remember how old I was then, maybe four or five. I do remember the bathroom was very hot at times, with ants crawling along the edge of the bathtub. Other times the bathroom was very cold, and I spent most of the day in the tub, shivering under a blanket and wishing for Mama to come back soon. I remember being scared all the time Mama was away, afraid of monsters and other bad things coming in to get me while she was gone. There were times when there was no food in the house or the lights wouldn’t come on and the water stopped running out of the faucets for days at a time, and that scared me too.
There was this man that Mama called her special friend, Mr. Morrie, who would come over to visit now and then. He’d bring bottles of wine and beer, which he said I couldn’t have because they were grown people’s drink.
He and Mama would drink the stuff and then shut themselves up in her room. Other times Mama would drink and drink until she got very sleepy, and she’d tell Mr. Morrie to go home and then shut herself in her room alone. Instead of leaving, Mr. Morrie would tell me to turn on the television or bring him another bottle of beer or something. When I started doing what he asked, he’d shout that I wasn’t doing it right and I was making him mad, and he’d hit me. Mr. Morrie was very scary when he was shouting and mad and hitting.
He explained that if I didn’t want him to be mad, I’d have to make him happy. He showed me how to do things with my lips and tongue to make him happy. He’d take me to my room, and in the dark I worked very hard to make him happy so he would leave. He said what happened between us was our little secret, because if Mama found out how mad I made him, she’d skin me alive. I hated when Mr. Morrie came to visit Mama.
I started school. My teacher, Miss Gordon, was nice and funny, and I liked her. One day I accidentally knocked over a vase on her desk, spilling water and flowers everywhere. She got upset. I got scared, and I said over and over how sorry I was. To make everything better, I went over to where she sat and started licking her ear the way Mr. Morrie liked. Instead of being happy, Miss Gordon jerked away and looked very scared herself. She called in a hall monitor to watch her class, and then she took me out of the room and asked who taught me to use my tongue like that. After I told her, she took me to the principal’s office, and I was scared all over again because I figured Mr. Morrie and Mama would be really mad at me now.
Things turned out to be far worse than I expected. A social worker named Mrs. Kestenbaum came into my life. That was when I got taken away from Mama and put into foster care.
FOSTER CARE was a totally higher level of scary for me. My first foster parent was a middle-aged, never married woman named Emma Waverly. She had other foster kids in her home when Mrs. Kestenbaum brought me there, a trio of brothers named Ned, who was fifteen, Simon, who was fourteen, and Harry, who was nine. I was six years old. Emma—she insisted that we call her by her first name—took good care of us. Ned and Simon mostly hung out with their friends and ignored me. Harry didn’t seem to have as many friends as his brothers, and when he wasn’t in school, he hung around the house. I didn’t have any friends at all for the first couple of months I lived with Emma, so I hung around the house a lot too.
Harry was angry. I don’t know why he was always so angry—maybe he wanted more time with his brothers than they gave him, or maybe he was upset that he’d lost his real mom and dad—but he took out his bad emotions on me. He shoved me, bit me, punched me, and kicked me. He was sly enough to do these things when there were no witnesses, and he said if I told on him, he’d beat me until my eyeballs popped out.
I believed him. When Emma asked about various bruises, cuts, and scrapes she saw on my arms and legs, I told her I fell or bumped into something. But then Harry started doing even worse things to me. He threw sharp rocks at me. He stabbed me with forks and jagged sticks. He pushed me down stairs. I got worried he was going to do something that would hurt me in a really bad way, so about six months after my arrival, I finally told Emma. Emma got very upset and told Harry in no uncertain terms what he was doing to me was bad, and it had to stop immediately.
The attacks stopped, but I could see Harry was even angrier than before. I stuck very close to Emma when I was home, always keeping myself within sight or earshot of her. On the bus ride to school, I stuck close to the driver, and at school I stayed near one of the teachers and avoided the bathrooms. Harry seldom spoke to me and kept his distance. Weeks passed, the end of the school year came, and although I liked my teacher, I was happy to be freed from first grade.
I missed my mother a lot during my time at Emma’s house. Mrs. Kestenbaum came by now and then to see how I was doing. Every visit I asked her when I’d be allowed to go home to Mama. She told me I couldn’t go back to live with Mama, but Mama was welcome to come visit me. Six times I asked Mrs. Kestenbaum to tell Mama to please come see me, and six times Mrs. Kestenbaum assured me she had passed my message along to Mama. Mama never showed up, and while I never stopped wanting to go back to her, I stopped asking for her.
In July Emma had to go to her doctor for some kind of checkup, and she left Harry’s brother Ned to watch over Harry and me while she was gone. Ned’s girlfriend showed up not long after Emma drove off. He chased Harry and me into the backyard and told us to stay there until he called us in.
I was nervous being alone with Harry, but he had done nothing to hurt me since Emma chewed him out, and I figured even with her away, he wouldn’t risk her anger again by doing anything to me. He went out to the swing set, hoisted himself up on the bar between the two A-frames, and hung upside down, his knees hooked over the bar. With his eyes closed, he swung his torso and dangling arms gently back and forth, humming quietly to himself. I went to the far corner of the yard where there was a sandbox so old grass had grown up through the dull, damp grit. I had no interest in playing in the sand, but there was nothing else to do, and I wanted to stay as far away from Harry as possible.
I got lost building dome-shaped figures in the sand—so lost that I didn’t hear Harry walk up behind me. He announced his presence by driving a fist into my ear. Before I could yell or turn or do anything else, he was on me, crushing me down, beating at me. He smashed my face into the sand. I couldn’t breathe. He held me down so long I was afraid I would suffocate.
He let go suddenly, and I jerked myself up, gasping for breath and sobbing hysterically at the same time. Behind me there were loud smacking sounds and grunts, and I could hear Ned cursing. What the hell’s wrong with you, Harry?
I turned around, still crying, sand stuck all over my face and in my eyes. Through squints I saw Ned, who was skinny but seemed to be as tall as a man, whacking Harry in the back of the head again and again. You trying to kill that kid? Huh? Is that it? You trying to kill him?
he shouted at Harry. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Even with the smacks to his head, Harry stood there, unflinching, taking what Ned dished out to him. He