Pieces

I do not own anything realted to House of 1000 Corpses although I wished I did.

Author's warning: This is a story about Otis's life as a child and young adult and how he came into being in the Firefly family. This is not going to be an easy read and way make the most stalwart among you quiver and may even make the most soulless of you cry. The events in this is based on a child I knew when I was working for HSUS. I met the child who had been returned to his family despite the horrible things they had done to him by our ever-noble Child Welfare System. This is not meant to be a lighthearted fic and there will be some terrible elements in it. Also I want people to think about how they treat animals and children and what that does to the victims. This is a story I almost didn't publish. I saw the child, now a young man, today and he told me of what occurred. How he almost became very much like Otis and became a killer. So with his permission I am telling his story which may reflect what happened to Otis so long ago.

I do not condone most of the acts in this story. The only aspect I condone is consentual acts with adults. Be forewarned if you read on, this will be very rough.
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I was looking back on what seemed like yesterday. I was watching the snow falling to the ground. Kind of strange seeing all of those little pieces. I studied the frozen jagged ice. It looked like I felt, that my heart, soul and mind were all in little splintered pieces and frozen in time. So small you could never fix them. I heard my mother screaming and I cringed inside. She had been drunk since this morning and the light outside would be fading soon. When they were both drunk it was the worst of it. I was hungry but I knew that there was nothing to eat. All of their money had been spent on booze. My stomach hurt and I was tempted to go look but that would only bring my fate in a matter of seconds. I pulled my knees closer to my chest and it made my rumbling stomach feel better. I grabbed my book and opened it. I ran my fingers along the newspaper clipping from ‘Duck Soup’ and ‘Animal Crackers’. I jerked my head up at the sound of pottery braking and my father yelling. I tightened my body into a ball more. Maybe I could disappear all together. Maybe if I wished hard enough I could just fade into this book. I heard heavy footfalls on the stairs leading up into my room. Tears were burning my eyes. I knew what was coming. I quickly set aside my book. I didn’t want it to get damaged. I knew what he wanted and all I could do was wait.

“God damn it, Driftwood! Stay awake! Come on we’re almost there….fuck!” I felt a strong hand sink into my chest and shake me. “Shit on a stick, boy! Wake the fuck up! Cmon you’re scaring the fuck outta me…Otis? Can you hear me? Fuck!!” I knew the voice…from somewhere but the darkness reclaimed me.

My door opened and the light shone into my room on me. I lowered my head submissively. “There you are you little bitch!” My mother grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the bed. I can’t tell you how many times she hit me. Each one felt like the entire world shook. “You fucked up my life since I had you! You fucking failure, little piece of shit!” Eventually my face went numb. I just laid there on the now-bloodied bed. She sunk her fingers into my shoulders. “I should just fucking kill you, but you’re not even worth that are you?” I shook my head. I was too terrified to even breathe, my hands were frozen where they had landed. It looked like I was trying to defend myself but I knew if I moved and she didn’t want me to then it would be another beating. She shook me violently by my shoulders. Screaming gibberish and then breaking into sobbing. “But tonight, you little bitch, tonight I’ve got something for you.” She grinned at me with those rotted teeth. I sunk further into the bed. “It’s either you or me that’s getting’ fucked when Tim gets home.” She spit in my face but I was still too terrified to move. “And I can tell you what, you worthless fuck, he would rather a tight little ass of a six-year-old than my worn out hole any day.” I felt my breath catch in my chest. I knew better than to cry, she would only hit me again. She backhanded me hard across the face. I retracted onto the bed. “You can bet you’re little fucking ass that he’ll be really glad to see you, bitch.” My breath was rapid as terror began coursing through my veins. There was nowhere to hide he wouldn’t find me. I curled up on the bed and let the blood flow from my nose and lip. I just stared off. There was nothing I could do.

Something grabbed me and put my arm over his…shoulder? “Drifty! Wake the fuck up!!” My feet were dragging in something sharp and loose...gravel maybe. “God damn it boy, you are scarin’ me more than Marilyn Chambers stanky pussy! Wake the fuck up, please!” I could hear yelling.

I heard those steps up the stairs. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. Maybe, just maybe for once he would leave me alone. I heard the steps come in front of my door and the door open. With each step getting closer and closer my chest felt like it would fucking burst. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing. “Whoa, look at that!” I froze as he grabbed my hair. “A little fucking rabbit!” My breath was coming in quick gasps at this point but nothing would take the shaking out of it. I could smell the stench of whiskey and sourness on my face. He lifted me to face him. I was still frozen. “Does the little bunny want to play a game?” I was shaking so bad that there was no covering it up. “It’s called I’m-gonna-fuck-the-bunny-up or should it be I’m-gonna-fuck-the-bunny-butt?” He waited until I dared a look at him. I nearly cried out when I realized that he was staring at me for an answer. “I’m waiting, you piece of shit. Which will it be?” He had the most evil grin laced across his face.

I was terrified, he had never fucked me…I knew what it was. My parents would tie me up and make me watch. My father had me do things to him that I didn’t really understand but that made me sick for some reason. He had me suck on his penis which apparently felt good. I was too scared not to because he had a gun to my head. It was last year actually on my birthday. My mom had watched and had told him what to make me do. It didn’t seem bad, but something about it made me feel like I wanted to throw up. It also made me feel bad inside, like I hated myself. I didn’t know why, still don’t. Maybe I deserved it like he said. I guess being beaten wasn’t so bad. You could always heal up, couldn’t you? He stuck his fingers inside of me once and it hurt really bad. I was scared of the fucking part. His penis was much bigger than his fingers and he was never gentle about anything. “You can fuck me up.”

“Well what a ballsy little bitch. Well you got part of that right, I am gonna fuck you.” He lunged at me and began tearing off my clothes. I worried because despite them being patched all over they were my best pair and my only pair of pants. I trembled under his touch. What would he do to me? He turned me around and forced me to get on all fours. “You move and I’ll take it out of your ass, got me?” He took his clothes off and spit on his hand. I bit down on a cry as he began to finger my asshole. “Did you just cry?” He yanked my head back. I shook my head. “You want to be a bitch? I’ll show you how it’s done!” I screamed full out as he entered me. I have never felt so much pain. It wasn’t like being beaten, it was so much worse. I screamed and cried and tried to get away. I watched the sun move to try to block out the pain. I have no idea how long he hurt me like that but it soon became dark.

“You’ll fuck him like that but you won’t give me your nasty cock, you weak fuck!” My mother screamed from the doorway. She was staggering taking swigs off of a bottle of booze. She staggered to the head of the bed and looked down at me. I was crying so hard that I could hardly see her. “You know you deserve this, don’t you?”

I sobbed again uncontrollable. My father brought his hand down on my side hard. The pain that swelled up there momentarily saved me from thinking about my ass. “She asked you a question, bitch!”

“Yes, I deserve this.” I lowered my head and looked between my legs to see red fluid running down my legs. It was blood.

“Why do you deserve this?” She was giggling. I screamed again as he began to slam into my body. I was so small and his size made everything hurt with each thrust.

“Because I’m worthless and fucked up your life.” I knew the answer.

“And now you tell Daddy you love it when he fucks your tight hole.” My sobbing caught in my throat. I couldn’t…it hurt too bad.

A new round of tears found themselves in my eyes. “Yes, Daddy, I love it when you fuck my tight hole.” My dad started to yell and suddenly I felt something warm inside of me.

I froze for a long time until he pulled out of me. “I’m done with you, you fucking little slut!” He pulled my head back hard. “Now I fucked you, remember, I own you!” He kissed me hard on the lips before grabbing my mom. “Now it’s your turn whore!” I could hear them fighting each other down the hall. When I finally could move I heard her screams. “Yeah, your hole isn’t bad either!” I finally broke down and cried myself to sleep. The pain kept me from sleeping fully. My ribs were swollen and reddish purple lined.