Roni and Joey: Chapter 20: The Votes are in

Roni and Joey hurriedly followed Santiago downstairs after he told them that Joey’s parents had come to a decision regarding Mr. Hale’s proposal. Both teenagers were rightfully nervous, knowing this decision would affect the rest of their lives in different ways. For Joey, it would not only seal his fate—sending him far from home once he was reborn as a “little”—but also mean that he would never see Roni or her family again. He’d never see his friends again. Worse yet, he’d likely end up in the care of someone who wouldn’t view him the way he believed littles should be seen: as equals.

Similarly, Roni was anxious, aware that this was essentially the last chance to save Joey without pressing charges and getting Generitech officially involved. While she had never wanted a little—nor even put much thought into it—she knew she didn’t want to lose her best friend. She couldn’t bear the thought of living the rest of her life knowing that the one person she could always turn to would be in the hands of some heartless slave-driver, forcing him to do God knows what for their amusement, without ever considering his feelings. Roni might have to make Joey do certain things as part of her agreement with her parents, but at least she knew his likes and dislikes and could work around them. She had already decided that Joey could help her clean her Chibi figures—some of which he had helped her acquire. Knowing how much pride Joey took in organizing and cleaning his own figures, Roni figured that sharing ownership of hers would help him maintain an interest from his old life and preserve their bond.

The post-negotiation tension was palpable as the three descended the final set of stairs. Mr. Calhoun was clearly struggling to hide his frustration. His nostrils flared, a vein throbbed visibly on his temple, and although his hands were clasped together, it was clear he was squeezing them hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

Mrs. Calhoun wasn’t faring much better. She had one arm folded across her chest, the other hand fiddling with a pearl earring as she pulled at her ear in frustration. Her eyes were bloodshot, and even as Joey approached, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. A nerve had been struck during the negotiations, and although she might not admit it, Joey sensed a very small glimmer of something—something he couldn’t quite recognize.

As Joey truly looked at his parents and Mr. Hale, he realized something was off. Their skin seemed unusually detailed, the flaws from aging and their respective vices—whether it was drinking, smoking, or tanning—were more apparent. He noticed more gray in Mr. Hale’s and his father’s hair, and despite being clean-shaven, Joey could see the faint beginnings of stubble on his father’s face, even from across the room. The paintings and photos on the walls also seemed more defined, dust on a few vases more visible, and even small spider webs in the room’s corners stood out with prominence. Roni, too, seemed to have more freckles than he remembered. After a few blinks and a shake of his head, everything returned to normal.

Chalking it up to stress, Joey took a few deep breaths as Santiago and Roni stepped aside, allowing him to stand before his parents. He could tell they had been put through the wringer, and hadn’t expected whatever it was that Mr. Hale had said. Now face to face with them, Joey’s nerves began to take over. His hands trembled in his pockets, his heart pounded in his chest, and sweat formed at the back of his neck. His mouth went dry as he stood at attention, feeling like a child who had broken a window playing baseball in the yard.

Mr. Calhoun was the first to speak. He stepped forward with a sigh of exhaustion, his eyes shifting from Joey to Mr. Hale and back. “Joey…your mother and I have…taken some time to really consider your situation,” he began, trying to sound fatherly but coming off as detached and disinterested. “It’s…come to our attention that we…might not be the best suited to…care for you. We’ve been…causing more harm than good,” he said, clearly struggling with Mr. Hale’s gaze on him.

Joey’s eyes widened slightly, feeling anticipation build as he listened to his father’s insincere attempt to sound thoughtful. “Go on,” he said, his voice calm, masking his true feelings.

Mr. Calhoun’s upper lip twitched in anger. “Okay, I won’t beat around the bush. We’ve put up with your shit long enough, Joey—your uppity attitude, your smart-ass remarks, always pushing back against us. This…underbred thing? We could’ve handled it if and sent you somewhere that you’d have been cared for. You’d lived with your uncle, Johnny could have visited whenever he wanted, whatever…but that damn mouth of yours…and your self-righteous attitude…your insistence that your kind matters—it all played against you!” he said with vilification before feeling his wife’s hand on his shoulder, calming him slightly. “The point is,” he said with a deep breath, “we want you gone. But since we’d be screwed in court for ‘mistreating’ you, we’re letting the Hales adopt you. It’s what they want, and frankly, it’s what’s best for everyone. You get a home, and we’re rid of you for good.”

With a softer tone, Mrs. Calhoun added, “This is the best decision for you, Joey. For all of us. You’ll be with a family that can focus on your…needs. They’ll care for you in ways that…well…” She paused, fiddling with her pearls before forcing a thin, unconvincing smile. “In ways we can’t.”

“Exactly,” Mr. Calhoun affirmed, leaning in closer so Roni and Mr. Hale couldn’t hear. “We’re giving you a gift here, boy. If it weren’t for the threat of this becoming public, you’d be off to Preematech, where no one would ever hear about this. But since I can’t do that, I’ll at least stop this from becoming a spectacle. Now, go upstairs, pack whatever you can in thirty minutes, and then leave. Don’t contact us, stay away from Johnny, and never mention that you grew up here.”

Joey nodded, a strange mix of disbelief and excitement building inside him as he realized he was going to become a Hale. He stepped back, looked at his parents, and quietly said something that caught them both off guard: “Thank you…and, well…you’re still my parents. I…remember times when things were easier and…and I’m grateful for those moments and…” he choked back tears as memories from years ago flooded back, “and I love you both….” Then, he quickly turned, grabbed Roni, and ran upstairs to finish packing.

Downstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Calhoun stood in stunned silence, exchanging unreadable glances before quietly leaving the room themselves. Mr. Hale and Santiago were left puzzled as they awaited the teenagers’ return.

A short while later, Joey and Roni reappeared with boxes of Joey’s belongings—some sentimental, some valuable for Roni to keep or sell. With Santiago’s help, they loaded everything into Mr. Hale’s truck. As Roni climbed into the truck, Joey lingered behind with Santiago for one final look at the house he would never enter again. His eyes fell on an envelope labeled “Joey” on the console table. Confused, he picked it up and glanced at Santiago, who looked equally perplexed. This wasn’t from him. Before he could open it, Santiago pulled him into a firm hug.

“Good luck, Joey. The staff and I…we loved you. We really did. We’re sorry to see you go,” Santiago said, choking back tears.

“Thank you, Santiago,” Joey whispered, returning the hug. “Please…take care of Johnny.”

With a final, emotional handshake, Joey stepped out onto the porch. As he walked to the truck, he opened the envelope and froze, his breath catching in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes. From the truck, Roni frowned, assuming Joey’s parents had left him one last cruel note. She climbed over the center console to comfort him, much to her father’s annoyance, wrapping her arms around Joey.

“What is it, Joey?” she asked softly, bracing for the worst.

But to her surprise, Joey looked at her with a small smile, tears rolling down his cheeks. “It’s a photo…of me and Johnny, from when I was ten and he was six. It’s from our first family trip. It’s the only copy.”

Roni held him tighter, looking at the photo of a happy family. The smiles on Joey’s parents’ faces were a stark contrast to what she’d seen earlier. Joey’s joy in the picture was something she hadn’t associated with his parents in a long time. As they drove away, Roni pondered the meaning behind the gesture. Perhaps it was a final way for his parents to forget him, but if that were true, why not destroy the photo?

After a few minutes of silence, it clicked for her. The photo wasn’t given out of malice or cruelty. It was a reminder that, once, they had been a happy family. “Maybe there’s hope for them after all,” she whispered, thinking of a future where his parents might want to see Joey again. “Maybe even monsters can still love their children.”

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Asukafan2001
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Reply to  C M
15 days ago

You shouldn’t get downvoted. Its difficult to do daily postings and writing can be creatively draining at times especially if you are feeling pressured to write something.

I’d take your time.

Looking forward to the new updates whenever they may come.

Lethal Ledgend
15 days ago

1) “the way he believed littles should be seen: as equals” My favourite bit about Joey is he believed this before finding out he was vulnerable.

2) “While she had never wanted a little—nor even put much thought into it” That detail may provide future struggles for them both.

3) “would be in the hands of some heartless slave-driver, forcing him to do God knows what for their amusement, without ever considering his feelings” Oh no, Genritech would never let that happen.

4) “but at least she knew his likes and dislikes and could work around them” and that’s why I like Roni, she’s unwillingly participating in the system she disagrees with and intends to break free first chance she gets.

5) Was that High definition look at his surroundings an early smallara symptom?

6) “It’s…come to our attention that we…might not be the best suited to…care for you.” you fucking think?

7.1) “We could’ve handled it if and sent you somewhere that you’d have been cared for. You’d lived with your uncle, Johnny could have visited whenever he wanted” I don’t think that’s true, I think they’re trying to save face.
7.2) “If it weren’t for the threat of this becoming public, you’d be off to Preematech, where no one would ever hear about this” that’s more believable.

8) They’ll care for you in ways that…well… In ways we can’t.” you mean ways you won’t.

9) Joey thanking them was a shockingly nice surprise.

10) ““It’s a photo…of me and Johnny, from when I was ten and he was six.” So Johnny’s four years younger than Joey, meaning Johnny is thirteen, therefore born in 2008, same as Chrissy, Dayton, Londyn, Mike, Nicole, Paige and Sandi. (Consider the timeline updated)

11) The photo was a kind gift. and what it represented was really sweet.

12) I’m glad this one didn’t end on a cliffhanger, knowing there won’t be more tomorrow

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  C M
15 days ago

5) Sleep well.

I mean, we saw Charity she’s pre-shrunk. But I take your meaning. He’s the first time we’ve spent a significant amount of time with one.

Yeah, as I was reading that segment I was thinking that it sounded like how they’d look to an infected little, which is where I drew the conclusion that it was related to the infection.

That’s neat, remember, smallara also has cold/flu like symptoms too.

Smoki07
Smoki07
15 days ago

Great chapter. I aslo think we appreciate your effort to write the story & post it on daily basis already. Don’t worry about posting routine, you’re doing great!

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