Im Coming...Home.

"Rick...He was found by police who took him in and tried to find his parents...They found one person with the name McGuire and they took Rick in...signed papers....Rick kinda belongs to him now."

"No... NO." He slammed his fist against the wall. "He is my child damnit!!"

"Well...We will see what we can do about it." The man nodded, looking at the teenage boy.

"Do you know the name? I'll go talk to them." He nodded, already trying to find his jacket.

"Rick no. Your not meeting this man okay? I went over there with Quincy. Your not." Mike couldnt let his baby see that man...

"Hell no momma! I gotta get my baby back okay? Just tel me his name." He nodded.

Mike watched Quincy stand and wrap Rick in his arms, holding him tight so he couldnt get away.
"Alan McGuire...."

Rick dropped the car keys already in hand.
"P-please tell me you're joking... and if so... it is not fucking funny." He had already began trembling lightly.
Not his baby.

"No..." Mike glanced at Junior. "Whats your fathers name?"
"Alan.." Junior chirped, stroking Kevin's hair.
'Last name."
"McGuire."
Mike looked up at Rick and frowned deeply, Quincy holding him tighter. "it was the only McGuire they could find on record...And he was more than willing to take the boy in..."

"Quincy McDaniels. Let me the fuck go..." Rick whispered, his voice rather ominous.

Quincy held him tighter.
"No Rick..."
Mike nodded at him. "Calm down, me and Quincy will handle it.:"

"No, no no, fuck NO." He squirmed against Quincy's arms, tears quickly filling his eyes. If Alan touched his baby..

Quincy held him close, making sure he couldnt get away.
Mike cooed so his son.
"We dont know the man has done anything to him..."

"I do! Why else would he fucking want him!?" He put his hands over his eyes.

And the child was around the age Rick had been...looked just like his father...
"Maybe he just wanted a kid." Quincy spoke softly.

A child to bput his dick in. That was all he wanted.
He was not one of those men who just needed something easy to get off with so they used a kid. He was actually attracted to children. Children that looked lik eRick in particular. he was picky. He had never tried anything with Chris or Alex who had been over a good bit. Just Rick. And he never just made Rick get him off either. He enjoyed touching Rick too. Sometimes he had just kissed the boy or cuddled with him.
It was sweet in a way. but disgusting.

Mike kissed Rick's forehead.
"Me and you, will take Junior off, and we will talk to him baby..."
His stomach was hurting now.
His poor Baby...

"Rick... how long have you lived with Alan?" He asked softly

"Since I was three, maybe two." Rick nodded, he had been taken in not even a week after being lost....

Rick put his head in his hands for a moment then pulled his son off to the side.
"Has he touched you?"

Quincy had let him go but only for a moment...
Junior stared at him, cocking his head to the side.
"What are you getting at?"

"Rick. I know you don't remember me but I'm your daddy and I need to know baby. Has he touched you... in any way that he should not be touching a kid?"

Junior frowned at him, his eyes darting around.
"No." And he yanked away.
He would be in trouble if he told...

Rick knew the reaction well. He'd done that so many times when people would ask what Alan had done to him after it happened. He would say nothing and walk away, terrified that somehow Alan would find out and be mad at him.
"Rick, I won't let him hurt you if you tell me. I won't tel him you told..."

"Look." Junior frowned at him. "You can't do anything. Your my father? He has custody, im legally his and he can come get me at any time and if he finds out I said anything, I dont know what he might do but whatever, yes Rick, he does touch me, daily. You cant stop him...." Junior hated it but he knew, he belonged to Alan...