2 years ago . . . .
"Do whatever you want to me," Ray said as he stayed pinned against the hard brick wall. "Just please let my sister go."
The blade below his chin wasn't close enough to cut him but he could still feel how cold it was.
Ray's tear-stained sister Roberta was pinned to the ground and struggled for her release. But the boy on top of her was a big blonde with enormous arms you just couldn't push away. One of his hands was over Roberta's mouth while the other was sliding under her skirt.
"Why would I want to let her go?" the blonde said as he left trails of kisses up and down Roberta's neck. "She can be really useful to me."
Ray tried to run towards the blonde, but the two boys holding him back had once again pinned him against the wall. The blade was now closer to his throat.
The blonde boy on top of Roberta was now holding her underwear in his hand. He gave them a smell, smiled, and then dropped them to the ground.
"Good thing you were wearing a skirt." The blonde told Roberta as he started unadjusting his belt. "It made this a whole lot easier."
When Ray saw the blonde boy unzip his pants, he shut his eyes tight. A few seconds later, he heard his sister's muffled screams.
Ray opened his eyes wide and started panting when he woke up. After a minute or two, he began to groan and rubbed his eyes as he started to come back to reality. He got out of bed and began to get ready for the day.
Ray decided to keep on the jeans he slept in, thinking they still looked decent. He picked up a plain black t-shirt from the floor and sniffed it. He shrugged and decided to put it on. Ray put on a fresh new pair of socks, however. Then he finished getting dresses by putting on his only pair of shoes, a black pair of worn out cowboy boots his dad gave him last year.
Before leaving to the bathroom, Ray picked up a framed photograph from the top of his drawer. He smiled as he looked at himself with his arm around his late sister Roberta. He gave his sister's framed cheek a kiss.
"Happy Birthday Robbie," he said as he put the photo back down.
Once in the bathroom, Ray opened the sink and washed away what was left of the sleep in his eyes. Then he washed away all the morning breath in his mouth. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a light brown and was wild with curls.
Ray and Roberta had so many similar features that people could tell right away that they were brother and sister; some even thought they were twins. They both had the same big brown eyes they inherited from their father but both had their mother's plump pink lips and the smile to go with them.
After Ray finished, he went downstairs. He saw his mother asleep on the couch which meant her and his father had another fight. Knowing she'd wake up any minute, Ray went into the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice for his mother. He went back to the living room and grabbed his jean jacket off the other couch. He went to his mother and kissed her forehead.
"See you later mom." Ray told her.
Before leaving, he heard his mother's small voice say,
"Be careful Raymond."