Pieces

Baby had nearly made it to the old wooden door when an arm shot out from the other room and grabbed her. It was my mother. “What’s the matter, bitch? We’re not good enough for you?” Baby cried out and tried to get away. I was pulling uselessly against the twine until it tore into my skin. I continued to pull until my father brought a whiskey bottle down on my head. Everything turned grey and dimmed out for several moments. I watched helplessly as my mother brought Baby to my father. He threw her down on the hardwood floor and began taking off his pants. The sound itself terrified me of him unbuckling his pants. Baby looked towards me for help but there was nothing I could do. I felt the first hot pangs of tears on my face. My mother backhanded me sending liquid fire through my face. “Aw, are you cryin’ like a bitch again? Well after we finish with your little friend we’ll have to finish with you.” I heard her scream as my father started to rape her. I tried to block it out. I looked at the yellowing wallpaper and at my feet. We were both somewhere else. None of this had happened and Baby and I were having a great time out in one of the fields. A sharp pain snapped me out of my trance. Baby’s screams had become whimpers as I could hear the grunts of that bastard. My mother had cut a fine line across my arm. “Let’s see you block this out, you worthless fuck!” She emphasized her last word by stabbing the knife into my arm, right below the elbow. A scream came out of my mouth and I started to shake and feel cold. The agony hit me when she began to twist the knife around. “You like that don’t you?” She asked, smiling. I cried harder. The pain was unbelievable. I focused my mind beyond it, away from the moment. I would have to learn to conquer pain if I was going to survive my parents.
I felt her withdraw the knife and my father was finished raping my friend. I watched as she lay there silently crying and shaking all over. I knew exactly what she was feeling inside. I had been there myself too many times. My father picked up my chair and put me in one of the smaller rooms in the house. I looked around trying to figure out what kind of game this would be. He brought in Baby and tied a rope around her neck. “No.” I begged, I could feel the hot burn of tears in my eyes.

“No?” He asked me as if he had never heard the word before. “Did you just tell me what to do, boy?”

“Please, take me instead of her.” I had a strange feeling what he was about to do to her. It would be better that I give up my life than for her to forfeit hers. She probably had a family who loved her and would miss her. I had nothing really. The blood pouring from my arm was beginning to make me weak and tired.

“Why would I do that when you have a nice little tight ass on you?” He smiled at me. There was absolute evil in his eyes. “Besides this bitch has already been had by someone.” The thought hit me. Someone had already raped her. I hung my head.

“Please let her go and I will so whatever you want.” It was my only bargaining chip I had. Please, let this work.

“I will take whatever I want from you, whether you want me to or not.” He tied a strange knot at the back of her neck. Baby just stared outward blankly. He threw the excess of rope over a rafter.

“Please! I’ll do anything you want!” He was going to kill her. The thought repeated in my mind.

“Anything?” He stopped his actions. He slowly returned and tied the rope off.

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. What kind of sick thing would he have me do? I didn’t care, I had to save her. “Yes, anything.”

He suddenly jerked the rope and Baby was dangling from it. She was screaming but all that was coming out was a squeaking noise and gurgling. I was screaming to before I realized it. My father came and tore through the twine and ripped at my clothes. “Then let me fuck you. If you get me to cum before she strangulates, then I’ll let her go. Otherwise, I’m gonna fuck your nice little ass and watch your little girlie-friend choke to death.” He threw me hard on the floor. I hit my knee again on the floor sending waves of pain through my leg. “You better make it good, time’s a wastin’.” I turned around and closed my eyes. I took his penis in my mouth and began to move. Soon he was clutching my hair. I could hear Baby gasping for air. As soon as I figured he was at the end I spun around and let him rape me. I buried my head in my arms as he slammed into me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up so I had to watch her. Her face was the most awful color of purple and her tongue was hanging out. She had stopped moving. I cried out as he became all the rougher with me. It seemed to excite him. I started to move back onto him to hurry this up. Fuck, Baby hang on. Tears were pouring down my face as the pain intensified. He finally slammed into me and screamed, signaling that everything was done. I was thankful and exhausted. Not to mention I hurt so bad I had trouble getting to my feet.

I started to run up to Baby when my father snatched me and tied me again to the chair. “Where the fuck are you goin?” I watched in horror as her cut her down and let her body fall to the floor with a sickening thump. I looked up to see him again beginning to rape her body. Baby, please just die…it’s so much easier that way. When she hadn’t moved in awhile I was glad that she has left. It was then that I heard her begin to cry again. I began to cry too. I lowered by head. It would be sometime later when I would hear a gurgling sound coming from her. He had slashed her throat. He walked over to me with that death-like smile. “Now do I need to kill you too or are you gonna be a good boy and do what I say?” I looked at him terrified and nodded my head. “Good, now I’m going to untie you and you will do everything I say, right?” I nodded. I was glad to get out of the chair because it hurt to sit down. “Now I want you to go over to your friend there and kneel down.” I did as I was told. Her beautiful face was twisted and contorted like a mask. “Now,” He yanked my head back baring my throat. She suddenly put the point of his knife at my throat. “If you don’t want to die, you’re gonna fuck her.” I couldn’t do this. Today would be the day he finally lost it and killed me. Somehow I was okay with that too. He began to cut deeply into my throat. “Do it!” I lowered my head and felt completely dead inside. I did what he asked me to do. I don’t really remember it…somehow that makes me glad.

I opened my eyes into the blinding light. It seemed I was alone in the room. I moved slightly which made tendons creak and bones pop. Then I felt something next to me. I tried to move my head but I was still weak and dizzy. I reached up with my hand and felt the object. Curly hair and a soft dress. The little angel had curled up next to me. She woke up and yawned. “You okay?” She asked me, stretching. “You were crying in your sleep so I stayed with you.” My voice still didn’t work and my throat felt as if I had swallowed razors so perhaps it was a good thing. “Still thirsty?” She asked me. Yes, I was very thirsty. She scooted off of the bed and out into what appeared to be a hallway.

I tried to look around the room the best I could to see my surroundings. A huge man appeared in the doorway and was shadowed by someone even larger if that was possible.
The man approached me slowly. His dark curly hair framed his face as he came closer to study me. I realized that he must be damn near seven foot as he looked down at me. How was it possible that someone else was bigger than he was? I was getting tired again and closed my eyes. I could hear movement across the room. I opened my eyes to see someone with a grotesque mask on. This person was massive. He was reaching to me and I cringed initially. Then I realized that he was putting a pillow behind my head. I opened one of my eyes cautiously. He slowly pulled a blanket over while the other guy dimmed the lamp. The smaller of the two lit a candle and placed it by my bedside. The light was much easier on my eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked me. I tried to talk but just couldn’t. “If you need anything, just ask.” With that he began to walk away. The larger masked guy patted me reassuringly before ambling after his counterpart.

The little angel returned with water and a plate full of food. I greedily drank the water and again it tasted wonderful. I could smell the food, it was fried chicken. She peeled the drumsticks and offered me the meat. I ate anxiously. I couldn’t remember the last time I had solid food. My throat hurt like hell but I didn’t care. It felt so damn good to my stomach to be full. I was contented, sleepy, and full. These things made for the best combination of a great nap. I began to blink trying not to fall asleep. “So what’s your name?” I pointed at her discarded school backpack. I had a backpack similar that held my life in it. It had my book in it. She brought me her backpack and then I pointed at myself. “Oh, your backpack!” I rested while she wandered looking for it. I noticed that a new bottle of stuff was now hooked up to me. I felt like I was on Cloud 9, so who knew what it was. Despite my hatred of needles, I have to admit that the I.V. had helped a lot. I was more coherent and didn’t feel half dead. Someone had taken care of my arm. I had wounded it somehow; the details of recent events were still fuzzy in my mind. The hellish itching and burning in it had stopped. I was still rasping when I breathed but breathing was getting easier. I did pretty well during the days but my body went downhill on the nights. She returned with my bag. I watched her pull things out of it until she came to my book. Believe me I didn’t have a whole hell of a lot. I reached to the book and knocked it open to the first page. I put my finger on the ‘Duck Soup’ add. “Your name is Duck Soup?” She asked confused. I tapped the ad with my finger again. “Otis?” I nodded. “Oh, that’s a nice name. Dad only called you Driftwood. I figured you had another name.” She petted my hair. “My name is Vera.” She looked like a baby angel; Vera just didn’t do her justice. I took her hand in mine and she wrapped her free hand around ours. “I like you, Otis. I think we have a lot in common.” I tried to smile. I believe that this is the beginning of one hell of a friendship and siblinghood.
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Sorry, got home late. I will write more tomorrow.