Living on your own isn't all its cracked up to be, Otis learned.
He was bored most of the time. At 15, and with his appearance the way it was, he couldn't really find a very good job anywhere. He didn't really have any marketable skills, and people turned him away almost as soon as he walked in the door. Especially once they found out how old he was. No one wanted a smart-ass albino 15 year old working for them. He couldn't even drive-well...legally, anyway.
It had only been two years since he escaped his parents abuse. He was still fearful of everything and everyone. He had a hatred for the world that burned in his gut. He didn't trust anyone, didn't need anyone.
He had found shelter for himself in an apartment complex that was pretty much abandoned- the water still worked and the electricity still worked, but no one lived in it. There had been soap in the bathroom and canned food in the kitchen.
Discovering he had no money left from the victim he had taken earlier in the week, he set out on a hunt. He found a rich old couple coming down the highway he was sitting beside. No one was anywhere near this road at this time of night except hunters and their prey. God, he loved this.
He got out of the car he had stolen two years ago in his home town and hobbled on the side of the road, feigning injury.
"HELP! HELP!" He grabbed his leg, collapsing in the road.
They pulled over, dirt and dust flying in Otis's face. He groaned, still clutching his leg.
"Sweetheart, what happened?"
He almost felt a pang of remorse as he drove a knife through the old woman's chest. Almost.
Then came the older man. He slit his throat.
He dug through their car and clothes and found their wallets. Filled with cash.
He felt giddy for the first time in his life. He didn't have to worry for a while. Driving back to his apartment, he cranked the radio and sang along.
The next day he puttered around and did whatever he wanted. As night began to fall, he decided to treat himself and see if he could get into a bar somewhere.
He found out that no one carded him if he held enough confidence, so he ordered himself a beer and sat down at the bar. Pretty soon, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped, spinning around. Though he had slit his parent's throats and watched them choke on their own blood, there was still a part of him that expected them to still be alive, and to find him wherever he went.
"Hey, sweetie. You busy tonight?" She was tall and thin, but not as tall as Otis. She had coal black hair cut into a bob with straight across bangs. She wore feather earrings and loud lipstick. She had a crop-top and shorts on with high boots.
"What?"
"I said. Are you busy tonight?" She licked her lips, looking Otis up and down.
He gulped. He had a feeling he knew what this woman wanted, and he was more than willing for that, but he had a chronic distrust of people. "No...?"
"How about you finish that beer and I'll show you a good time?"
Not breaking eye contact, he chugged the beer and followed her.
She led him to a panel van painted with a bright sunset and wolves. Swinging open the door, she invited him in.
Cautiously, he stepped into the van. There was a makeshift bed- just a mattress with some blankets.
"Don't look so much like a deer in the headlights, darlin'." She took his hands and put them to her breasts. He pulled her shirt off, then started to take his clothes off.
Before he knew it, they were rolling around on that mattress together.
He had never had consensual sex in his life- just his daddy and whoever else his parents invited fucking him. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he gathered from experience. But God, did it feel good. He understood the need for sexual contact now. To have power over someone like he did over this woman was incredible to him. And she let him, and she loved it.
When they had both finished, she pushed him on his back and smirked at him. Terror rose in him. Being held down was never a pleasant thing in his experience.
She took him into his mouth and he groaned loudly, almost embarrassingly so. He had been forced to do this many times, but finally to experience it was amazing.
Wait...he was pretty sure you weren't supposed to use your teeth.
She alternated between pleasure and borderline pain, and he wasn't entirely sure he was into it.
When she was finished with him, he pulled his pants on and skittered away from the van, a smirk on his face.
Yeah, he was on his own now.