Otis had spent his entire day working with Rufus and was exhausted. All he had wanted was to jump in the shower and get to work on a sculpture.
But then Cutter had walked in the door.
"The fuck do you want, bozo?" He asked, passing by the older man.
Cutter checked him into the wall, bouncing his hip off of the skinny albino's.
"You keep forgettin' this is my house, boy? You'd better watch yourself."
Otis stared back at him, the defiance washed from his face. He looked anxious, trying to anticipate the clown's next move.
"I'd be more careful if I was you. I might get drunk and come over here again." He laughed cruelly. "Been thinkin' about that night, kid."
Otis gulped as he was pinned by him, their faces only inches apart.
"Where'd all that piss and vinegar go, whitey? Huh?" He felt Cutter's hand on his ass. Otis tightly shut his eyes and turned his head away in shame. "Ohh, what? Don't you like that?"
Otis whimpered in response, starting to tremble. He hated the way his body reacted to this. He hated how terrified he was of this fucking asshole. It didn't matter how angry he was, as soon as someone started treating him like this all he could do was shake.
Cutter stepped away from him, satisfied. "I came to see Rufus. He in the garage?"
Otis nodded carefully, watching Cutter leave the house and go back out into the sun. He hurried up the stairs and locked the bathroom door behind him, turning the water on to heat up as he stripped his clothes off.
He got in the shower and was immediately overcome with shame as he stared down at his naked body. How many people had used him for their plaything? How many people had seen him as an object of sexual pleasure? How many people would it take for it to stop?
He started to sob, doubling over with the weight of his shame. He sat on the floor of the shower, knees to his chest, arms around his legs, sobbing. He was so pissed and so ashamed, he didn't know what else to do. He hated the people for what they had done to him. Hated them. All he wanted was to be free of the guilt and shame that surrounded his past. He had allowed it to happen. He had stopped fighting.
No, that wasn't true. He fought tooth and nail till the very bitter end each and every time. He fought until he couldn't fight anymore. He was just so tired of fighting.
He fisted the hair at the crown of his head, pushing it away from his face. God, he hated this. He hated being this way. He hated letting his parents win. They still had this fucking hold on him that he couldn't shake, no matter what.
He sobbed, letting the warm water wash over him and wash the tears down his face. He shook still from the encounter with Cutter, furious at the way he had treated him.
Baby stood outside the bathroom door, hearing the pained groans and sobs. Her heart hurt for her brother. He had been through terrible things, and she had a feeling something had gone on between he and her father. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know about that, though. She sighed. She wished there was something, anything she could do for him to help him. If he would just let her in more, she thought, she might be able to make him see just how strong he was. How much he really meant to people. He had only been at the Firefly home a few months, and already he was invaluable to the whole family. She loved him, not only because she could fuck him when she needed to, but because he genuinely cared about her and thought of her as a person rather than just a sexy piece of ass. Rufus liked him because he finally had a brother he could joke around with and help him fix cars. Tiny loved him because although he was gruff and cruel to his victims, he really did have a soft heart, and cared very much for the disfigured man.
She wondered what he saw when he looked in the mirror.
She sat on his bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom. She had an itch she needed scratched, and perhaps that was the way she could get him to understand his worth- by making him understand he was attractive.
He stepped into his room, nothing but a towel around his waist, and shut the door behind him. He yelped in surprise when he saw her sitting there.
"Baby, what the hell?"
She stood and approached him, wrapping her hands around his waist. He was still wet, water droplets sitting on his chest and pooling in the small of his back.
She licked a trail of them off of his chest. Immediately, his breath hitched in his throat.
"Sh...shit..." He muttered.
She giggled, undoing the towel around his waist. He jerked at first, trying to catch it as it fell, but he let it drop. "What're you so shy for all of a sudden?"
"I'm not." He grumbled, staring down at her with those red eyes, darkened with lust.
She peeled her shirt over her head, tossing it in the corner. "What're you gonna do, sexy?" She licked his chest again. "You're gettin' me all hot and bothered, standin' there like that."
He picked her up and threw her on his bed, giggling maniacally as she landed. She loved him being so rough with her.
He hadn't shaven yet today, and she groaned as he kissed her neck, working his way down her breasts.
God, he was good at what he did.
When they had finished, she sat on his bed, staring at him as he dressed. "Your hair's gettin' long, Otis."
He froze. "Yeah...?"
"You gonna let it keep growin'?"
He nodded, trying to ignore the panic rising in his chest.
"I think it looks really nice. I think you should let it get real long." It was long, but only about an inch or two past his shoulders.
"That's the plan." He called over his shoulder as he buckled his jeans.
"...Bet that's the first time you've ever had control over what you want to look like, huh?"
He sighed. "Yeah. Good guessin' there, Baby."
"You gonna grow facial hair?"
"What?" He cringed at her. "I don't know!"
"I think you'd look good with it. Somethin' different though. Not like everyone else has."
"What is the point to this conversation?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"To make you understand you're worth more to me than just fucking you when I'm horny." She stood and exited, leaving him speechless.