Sorry…

"What did you do?"

"I already told you everything I know. You think just because we're black we do shit like this to each other! Why you even here?!"

"Huey! Calm down. We're all upset about this. Now let the nice white man do his job," Granddad said to his elder grandson who was standing on top of the couch yelling at the law, who had only been there for 15 minutes. Despite his overeating, they were implying that Huey had done something wrong.

"Well can we talk to Riley?" they asked attempting to calm down the afro-clad child. The two police had been stepping on the wrong foot with him since they walked in the door. They were both tall white guys with fake compassion that was plastered on their faces in a sloppy fashion. It disgusted him. It wasn't even their fabricated kindness, but their unwillingness to do their job. He had been interrogated to no end as if HE could possibly do anything as cruel as to rape his own brother.

"He can't."

"Huey."

It was the truth. Riley hadn't uttered a word since he last spoke his name. All he had done was look around confused and scared with a pained expression.

"Well at least let us see him," the taller drone demanded.

"OK," Granddad answered.

Robert led them upstairs with Huey close behind to watch their every move.

"Son? There's some people who want to talk to you. Please say something," Robert cooed. Huey had never seen his grandfather so gentle; he cradled Riley in his arms like a newborn child.

Riley opened his eyes wide and stared at the two men.

They were big, really big.

They had guns.

They had sticks.

They could attack him at any time.

Granddad was old. He knew his way around belt but that can only go so far.

And Huey was just a kid.

They could do the same thing that he did.

The same thing that he…

Why would they?

Why did he?

Why?

Why?!

"Aw, no! Riley look what you did!" he heard his grandfather exclaim at the bed that was now wet with urine and tears.

"He was big. And fat," Riley said before closing his eyes and falling from reality. At least in his dream world he didn't have to feel it if they did the same thing. He wouldn't have to feel their throbbing members sliding into him as the held his head to the floor. Nor would he have to feel them playing with his own while he drowned in his own guilt and misery. He didn't have to feel them fill up his mouth with sticky white liquid that traveled all the way down to his throat nearly chocking him to death.

He didn't feel.

For now.

"Big and fat. Big and fat….big and fat," Huey whispered to himself trying to figure who did they know that was big and fat. It had to be someone they knew. After all, who randomly rapes a 10-year-old in the middle of a rainstorm in a white neighborhood? Big and fat.

"Ruckus."