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A few hours after lights out, when everyone is sleeping, I’m still wide awake. I lay with my eyes shut, making the most of the silence, until I hear the scraping sound that comes from the window. It’s quickly followed by a muffled scream that comes from the bed to my left… Toby’s.
I loosen my eyelids enough to see what’s going on, and almost give myself away with a gasp of shock when I see him again.
The guy who threatened Bill is back, his hood pulled up over his head like the Grimm Reaper himself. He leans over Toby’s bed, his gloved hand covering Toby’s mouth and a sharp blade pressing beneath his chin.
It’s too dark under the hood to see the guy's face, and I can’t risk opening my eyes any wider.
“The kid…” I hear the stranger whisper to Toby and through my squint, I notice his head tip slightly in my direction. I almost choke on my breath. There has to be some mistake. Whoever this is can’t be here for me…
I don’t have anyone, that’s why I’m stuck in this shithole.
“You back the fuck off,” the guy warns Toby, who nods his head exactly the same way Bill had in the kitchen. I can just hear his faint terrified squeals muffled behind the giant hand that’s covering his mouth.
“I’ll be watching, and if you or any of your pals touch, talk, or even glance at him in the wrong way… I’ll slit all your fucking throats. You understand that, Toby?” the stranger threatens, and I watch Toby’s head bob up and down in agreement.
“Sleep with one eye open, kid.” The stranger’s fingers tap roughly at Toby’s jaw before he releases him. Then he clambers back out of the window as quickly and quietly as he arrived through it.
All of a sudden, I find myself thankful for all those beatings I’ve woken up to. It’s thanks to those times that I never rest easy like other kids do, my body has trained itself to function on limited sleep.
Without all those beatings I wouldn’t have witnessed the color drain from Toby’s face, or seen how fear had struck like matches in his eyes. Like all the others in the room, I would have missed him stripping his soaked bed and creeping down to the laundry room.
As I drift off into a peaceful sleep, I promise myself that when I grow up, I’m gonna be just like that stranger. Threatened by no one and feared by everyone.
One day when I’m old enough and tough enough, the Dirty Soul will come back for me and ride us out of here.
It was six months later when Bill never made it home. We got told it was a hit and run after he’d left a bar in town, but I figured it had more to do with the fact that I never did get those new clothes for school.
Heidi couldn’t cope with us alone, so we all got moved to other homes. Where, for me, the torment started all over again.
I waited on the Dirty Soul to come again but he never did.
And it took me a few months, but I eventually figured that waiting around to be rescued wasn’t going to solve my situation. So, I took fate into my own hands.
I stopped worrying about consequences. When I got beat, I fought back twice as hard. I made fear instead of friends, and I told myself that if the Dirty Soul wasn’t gonna come for me, I’d find him myself.
And that’s how I ended up in Colorado.
“Mmmmm what’s that noise?” a groggy voice purrs from my left and I’m as sure as Satan’s a sinner that the hand covering my semi-hard cock ain’t mine. I lift open one eye to check, and figure I’m still buzzed when I see two different sets of hands.
That hard pounding noise ain’t going away either, and I quickly realize that it’s the door, practically shaking off the hinges. I sit up, letting the two limp bodies slip off me. Turns out my head ain’t fuckin’ with me, there are two of ‘em, one blonde, one red, both of them club hangouts.
“I’m comin’,” I call out, scratching the back of my head and searching the floor for my clothes.
“Here,” blondie tosses my pants at me with a sleepy seductive smile on her lips. I snatch ‘em up and step straight into them. When I eventually open the door I’m greeted with a stern, unimpressed face.
The club Prez, Jimmer Carson, ain’t a man that’s used to being kept waiting. He tilts his head to look past my shoulder, shaking his head when he spots the two naked bitches spread out on the bed.
“Don’t you got somewhere to be, Prospect?” His eyes focus back on me, and he raises one of his grey eyebrows.
“Sorry boss, must have forgot to set an alarm,” I hit back sarcastically, and two synchronized giggles ring out from behind me, along with a vague memory of both the little sluts taking it in turns to choke on my cock.
Club whores call it the ‘Big Nyx challenge’, and not one of ‘em have managed to take me all the way without choking. Not even Mel, and that girl’s a pro. She’s been taking DSD in her mouth for as long as I’ve been walkin’.
“You’ve got twenty minutes before you need to be on the road,” Prez shoves past me to step inside the rutting room.
We all have our own cabins here on the compound, but most of us choose to keep that space to ourselves. These rooms on the second floor of the clubhouse are used for one purpose only… For fucking in.
Red shifts over and makes space for Prez beside her. “Enjoy school, kid,” he takes the time to snigger at me over his shoulder before he starts to unbuckle his belt.
