Valley of the Dudes (27 page)

Read Valley of the Dudes Online

Authors: Ryan Field

Tags: #Erotica, #Romance, #Fiction

He went to a small pub down the street from the theater and sat on a stool at the

 

end of the bar. The baseball cap was pulled down to his eyes, and the brim covered half

 

his face. It was a narrow, dark place and it wasn’t crowded that night. Cody had been

 

there before and the bartender knew him. He’d always liked the fact that he could sit way

 

in the back and no one would recognize him. He ordered vodka on the rocks and took two

 

more dudes. By the time the bar was ready to close, he’d lost all track of time. The

 

bartender offered to call him a taxi, but he refused with a smile, handed the bartender a

 

fifty-dollar tip, and walked into the street on his own.

 

When he reached the theater, he stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the

 

marquise.
Jump as High as You Can
was spelled out in bold lights, and his name, with

 

top billing, was twinkling. He leaned forward and gave the marquee his middle finger.

 

Then he wiped his mouth and shouted, “You can all go fuck yourselves. You need me

 

more than I need you. I’m the star. I’ll always be the star.” He went down to his knees on

 

the cold, hard sidewalk. He pointed up and shouted, “Cody, Cody, Cody. Isn’t that a huge

 

fucking laugh?” While he shouted his own name over and over, he reached forward with

 

both hands and started clutching the air as if he was stuck in quicksand and he was

 

reaching out for help. Traffic continued to pass. People stopped and stared at him for a moment, then

 

continued walking. The show had ended and everyone in the theater had gone home. The

 

only people left on the street didn’t know who he was. If anything, they thought he was

 

just another sloppy drunk in a baseball cap. But Cody was too far gone to even care what

 

anyone thought. He didn’t know what he was doing. The only thing he felt was a hollow

 

feeling in the pit of his stomach.

 

But when he reached into his pocket to get a few more dudes, someone came up

 

from behind and reached under his arms. It was someone strong, a man with large solid

 

hands. The man lifted him to his feet and held him by his waist.

 

Cody turned slowly; his eyes rolled back and it felt as if the street was turning

 

with him. He almost lost his balance and fell again, but the man holding him smiled and

 

said, “I’ve got you. Don’t worry. I’m going to get a taxi and I’m going to get you back to

 

bed safely.”

 

Cody’s vision was blurred, but he knew the voice. He lifted his head and

 

whispered, “Where did you come from?”

 

Roy lifted his arm and hailed a cab. Then he smiled and said, “I came to New

 

York for opening night. I was worried about you. When Lance told me what happened, I

 

went backstage to find you and you were gone. I’ve been looking for you since the last

 

act. I had a feeling you’d go back to the theater. Everyone else thought you’d just go back

 

to the hotel.”

 

Cody smiled. He put his arm around Roy’s waist and said, “I love you so much.

 

I’ve never stopped loving you. I’ve been a fool. I should have held on to what I had.” He

 

held him tighter. “Please don’t let me wind up like Anderson. I don’t want to be like this. I just can’t help myself. I thought I could handle the pills, but I’m not as strong as I

 

thought I was.” He grabbed Roy’s jacket and looked into his eyes. “I don’t want to die

 

this way.”

 

“I love you, too,” Roy said. “I promise we’ll get through this. And it will only

 

make us stronger. But you have to trust me.”

 

“Can you forgive me?” Cody asked. As stoned as he was, he knew his mistakes.

 

Roy didn’t hesitate. “If you love someone unconditionally, and the love you feel

 

for them is stronger than anything else you feel, forgiveness becomes a way of life.”

 

“I’m sorry for the disappointments,” Cody said. “I’m so sorry.”

 

Roy shrugged his shoulders. “Life is filled with disappointments. We get past

 

them. We don’t have a choice.”

 

Cody nodded and squeezed Roy’s waist. He thought about Anderson and how

 

desperate Anderson must have been. He was sorry he hadn’t been there for him. He was

 

sorry that Anderson hadn’t had someone like Roy to help him stand again. Most of all, he

 

was sorry for what he’d done to Rush.

 

When the taxi pulled up the curb, Roy helped him get into the back seat. When

 

Roy sat down next to him and told the taxi driver where to go, Cody leaned into Roy’s

 

side and took a quick breath. It had been a long time since he’d felt this safe and warm.

 

The world was still turning and his mouth was dry and hot, and each bump and jerk of the

 

taxi turned his stomach and wrecked his head. But he knew, for the first time in his life,

 

everything was going to be fine. An easy, comfortable feeling passed through his body

 

and it had nothing to do with the pills or alcohol he’d swallowed earlier. If he’d had the

 

energy, he would have pulled the bottle of dudes out of his pocket and tossed them right out the window, one at a time, so the traffic would crush them and they’d never hurt

 

anyone else again.

 

Chapter Twenty-Four

 

“I see your friend Cody left his new Broadway show and returned to Hollywood,”

 

Rush’s aunt said. She was reading the newspaper. Her suitcases were in the front hall

 

because she was leaving for Florida later that day for a month-long visit with her cousin.

 

Rush looked across the table and stared at the back of the paper. He hadn’t heard

 

from Cody or Lance since he’d moved back to New England. “Interesting,” he said.

 

“Does it say why he left the show?” He lifted a coffee mug and took a sip. They were in

 

the kitchen, at the breakfast table. It was a cold, sunny Saturday morning. There had

 

been a snowstorm Friday, dropping more than eight inches in his part of Connecticut. The

 

windowpanes were glistening, and the rooms in the old house seemed brighter than usual.

 

His aunt stared at the paper. She was more than seventy-five years old and didn’t

 

use reading glasses. “It doesn’t go into detail,” she said. “It just says he left for health

 

related reasons and he’s going back to California with a guy named Roy to take care of

 

his health.”

 

Rush’s eyebrows went up and his head tilted to the side. His aunt had never met

 

Roy or Cody and she knew nothing about their personal lives. She’d only heard Rush talk

 

about Cody briefly. “I see,” Rush said.

 

“Do you want to read it?” his aunt asked, lowering the newspaper so she could see

 

his face.

 

He smiled and stood up from the table. He kissed her on the cheek and said, “Not

 

right now. I’ll read it later. I want to go outside for a long walk with Dustin. I love the

 

cold weather and I’ve missed the snow so much.” Then he clapped his hands and a large golden lab bounced into the kitchen. When he’d moved back to New England, he’d

 

adopted the two-year-old lab at the local animal shelter. The dog had already had a name:

 

Dustin. He’d belonged to an older man who had passed away the same time Rush had

 

moved back East for good. From the start, Rush was amazed at how well behaved Dustin

 

was. He came when Rush called him, he sat by the back door when he wanted to go

 

outside, and he walked beside Rush without a leash, as if he were human. There were

 

times when Rush thought Dustin was psychic: all Rush had to do was look at him a

 

certain way and he understood what Rush wanted.

 

“Be careful outside,” his aunt said. “It looks deep.”

 

Rush smiled. “I will. I’m only going up the old dirt road next to the barn. I’m sure

 

it’s already been plowed.” The old dirt road was between his property and the farm next

 

door. The farmer who lived next door usually plowed it right away.

 

He crossed to the back door and put on a black ski jacket. Dustin was already standing in

 

front of the door, wagging his tail. Rush pulled a black knitted cap from the pocket and

 

covered his head. When he stepped outside, he put on thick black ski gloves and took a

 

deep breath. He looked up at the roof and smiled. The air was cold and fresh, and icicles

 

were already forming in the eaves. Dustin was running around in circles, making narrow,

 

messy paths in the smooth, even snow. Rush tapped his right thigh and said, “C’mon,

 

buddy. Let’s go.” Then he pointed to the barn. “This way.”

 

They walked around the house and headed toward the barn. The snow was deep,

 

but light and powdery. Everything was unusually still that morning. Rush had forgotten

 

how a heavy snow seemed to insulate all sound and movement. He stepped on a twig and

 

it cracked with a dull thud. A passing car swished by without leaving an echo. Rush felt strong. He hadn’t had a pill or a drop of alcohol since the day he’d thrown the bottle of

 

dudes across the room. Moving back home had given him a new sense of well being he

 

didn’t think he’d ever be able to obtain.

 

Rush had made enough money as a supermodel to live the rest of his life without

 

ever working again. But he still had contractual obligations to fulfill with his modeling

 

career, which meant he’d have to do some traveling at certain times of the year. He took

 

his work seriously and he didn’t want to let anyone down. Eventually, he knew he’d stop

 

modeling and go back to law. He’d already started doing pro bono work with a local law

 

firm. He was helping people with HIV/AIDS appeal their canceled disability insurance.

 

He’d learned that large insurance companies were targeting people with AIDS, claiming

 

they were not disabled, without researching each case individually and getting the facts

 

right. Each case he saw was different because there wasn’t enough information about

 

HIV/AIDS to give generalized summaries. The people Rush saw didn’t have the physical

 

or mental strength to do the appeals alone, and they needed their disability insurance to

 

survive.

 

For the first time in his life, Rush felt as if he were making a real difference in the

 

world. He’d been lucky in many ways, and he wanted to start giving back some of the

 

things he’d been given. But more than that, when he went to bed at night, he didn’t need

 

dudes or anything else to fall asleep.

 

When he reached the dirt road, he tapped his thigh and called Dustin to his side.

 

Dustin was behind him, digging for something in the snow, but he didn’t pay attention

 

this time, which wasn’t like him. He stood in the middle of the dirt road, staring down the hill, about one hundred feet from where Rush was standing. Rush tapped his side again

 

and shouted, “Dustin. C’mon, buddy. Let’s go.”

 

Dustin ignored him. He continued to stare down the hill until a tall figure

 

appeared in the distance—then he started to bark. But his bark was light and he was

 

wagging his tail as if he knew who it was. The sun was in Rush’s eyes. All he could see

 

was the image of a tall man wearing a black leather coat, waving his arms back and forth.

 

Rush took a deep breath and frowned. He had a feeling it was Harold, his old

 

boyfriend. Harold had been calling him since he’d moved back to New England and Rush

 

been making excuses so he wouldn’t have to see him. Harold was persistent, even

 

sending Rush suggestive texts on his cell phone. Since Rush had moved away, Harold

 

hadn’t become involved with anyone seriously. Now that Rush was back, he wanted to

 

resume their old relationship, and he was dying to get into Rush’s pants again. The fact

 

that Rush was a supermodel made Harold want him even more. But Rush wasn’t

 

interested in Harold or anyone else. He liked Harold, but he knew he’d never love him.

 

Rush closed his eyes and looked down at his boots. It was just like Harold to follow him

 

up the dirt road and corner him by surprise. This time, Rush swore, he’d be firm and tell

 

Harold he only wanted to be friends.

 

Dustin continued to bark. The man approaching Rush bent down and patted the

 

dog’s head a few times. When he looked up again, he called, “Your aunt told me you

 

were up here.”

 

Rush blinked twice. It wasn’t Harold following him. It was Lance Sharp. Rush squared his shoulders and started walking toward them. “What are you

 

doing here?” he asked, trying hard not to breathe too fast. He didn’t want Lance to think

 

he was excited.

 

“I wanted to see you,” Lance said. He walked up to him and gave him a hug.

 

Dustin was running around in circles, wagging his tail and yelping at Lance as if

 

he’d found his long-lost best friend. Rush gave the dog a knowing look and said, “Be

 

good. Calm down.” Lance was a stranger. Dustin should have been growling at him.

 

The dog went up to Lance’s side and stood still. Lance placed his palm on

 

Dustin’s head and said, “Don’t get mad at him. He likes me.” Lance was smiling too

 

Other books

All Bets Are On by Charlotte Phillips
The New Year's Wish by Dani-Lyn Alexander
The Long Fall by Lynn Kostoff
Isle of Waves by Sue Brown
Savannah's Curse by Shelia M. Goss
From Fed Up to Fabulous: Real stories to inspire and unite women worldwide by Mickey Roothman, Aen Turner, Kristine Overby, Regan Hillyer, Ruth Coetzee, Shuntella Richardson, Veronica Sosa
The Ice Marathon by Rosen Trevithick