After puking up my guts for an hour and reassuring Bobby that I was fine just a little sick, I finally made it to my room. I stared up at my ceiling from the bed, I'd been like this for I while I'm not really sure how long but a while. When I noticed the room lightening, I blinked. No sleep, my head was pounding, my shoulders ached, I felt like an elephant had suddenly decided to make my chest a chair. I felt as though I was slowly suffocating. I needed to tell Bobby the truth and still keep my face intact, I need to keep Mitchie happy while keeping my secret my own, and I needed to stop pissing off Chris. I sighed, getting up teenagers were suppose to live life not want to end it. I know I wasn't exactly normal; I was different. I couldn't remember why at the moment, but I knew I was. I got up and moved to the bathroom. Bobby was by my side in a second,
"Are you ok? Do you feel any better?" he asked feeling my forehead,
"I'm fine," I replied quietly, "I just need a shower." Bobby nodded moving out of the way so I could get to the bathroom. I undressed and moved to turn on the shower, I turned the water on till it was so hot I could barley stand it, then I stepped in to it. I stood shaking despite the temperature, feeling suddenly sick. When I told Chris off I had felt so confident and now I wanted to curl up and die. I sat down and hugged my knees to my chest letting the hot water beat down on my back. Still I kept shivering, I felt like someone had pumped ice water into my veins. I wanted to disappear, everything was about to collapse around me and there was nothing I could do. The helpless feeling was beginning to feel familiar although I could not place it. Suddenly something just snapped inside of me. I could feel it like the damn holding everything back crumbled washing me away drowning me in memories. I gasped as they hit me making my choke back a sob. I stood up panting I could barley see I stepped out of the shower and got under my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my hands over my ears tightly. I began sobbing praying it would stop. The more I tried to choke it back down the worse it got. I literally felt all the experiences over again. I screamed as my body remembered the pain. I started clawing at my arms to block it out. I was crying and screaming, my arm went numb from the scratching, not even putting a dent in the pain I could feel. I bit my lip, and clawed harder. Suddenly I was grabbed and pulled out from under the bed. I started kicking and screaming, but he didn't stop. I started clawing at my arms again unsure if it was a memory or real. They pulled me into their lap grabbing my arms crisscrossing them against my chest. I hung my head crying but still struggling. I could hear the man whispering in my ear, rocking me. He wrapped an arm around my arms pressed to my chest he pulled me to his chest and started stroking my hair. I heard someone in the doorway but refused to look up at him, I just started clawing at my shoulders. I felt the rumble in the mans chest as he talked to the other man. I felt the other man leave; the man holding me began whispering again stroking my hair and rocking me. The other man returned and I dug my fingers into my shoulder harder clawing faster. He grabbed my wrist and pulled something thick and bulky over it, then taped it down repeating the same with the other hand. When he was done I let me arms fall in my lap I was too tired to scratch any more. The whirlwind in my head slowed enough that I could close my eyes, I pressed my head to the mans chest and fell asleep.
When I woke up I was in Bobby's bed with my head on his chest. I snuggled closer realizing how much I missed this, I lifted my arm to grip bobby when I noticed and oven mitt over my hand. I lifted the other hand to find the same thing. I looked further down where my arms were wrapped in bandages. I got up and fled to the bathroom, to find my shoulders uncovered but sporting deep red marks. I gasped and tore at the bandages on my arms to see the damage, when a hand grabbed my hand stopping me.
"I just cleaned those," Bobby said looking down at me. I tried to respond but my throat felt dry and raw so it came out as a croak. Bobby poured me a glass of water; I reached for it when I realized I was still wearing oven mitts.
"Sorry it was the only way I could think to stop your scratching." He grabbed some scissors from the counter and started cutting the tape. He slipped them off and I gasped, my hands were coated in blood and I could feel skin built up under my nails. Bobby stepped up behind me and turned on the faucet, he held my wrists and guided them to the water. Bobby helped me get all the stuff off my hands then led me back to his room with the glass of water. He sat with me on the bed and I curled into him sipping my water.
"What happened Jack?" he asked quietly, "I haven't found you under the bed in ages, did someone hurt you again?" I shook my head,
"No, I don't know what happened Bobby," I said
"Did something happen that reminded you off all that shit?"
"No I just, I've been stressed out."
"Did you and Mitchie break up?" my head snapped up to look at Bobby.
"Oh come on Jack I'm not dumb," Bobby said, "And in your case I would have had to be blind deaf and dumb not to notice. " he smiled at me, "Don't worry I don't mind."
"Why didn't you tell my?" I cried
"It wasn't my business I figured you would come and tell me when you were ready"
"Oh wow I… next time just confront me it would have saved me a lot of time and trouble."
"I'm sorry now tell me what's going on." I told him my story all about Chris and that he found out me and Mitchie were together, minus the sex. I told him about dealing with Chris's rage. How he messed with my grades, schedule. How he forced me into detention. Finally I told him about going to Chris's house and what he did. I watched Bobby's expression turn from upset to anger to absolute fury.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Bobby asked angrily,
"Because Chris was going to tell everyone." I whispered,
"So what?" said Bobby "Did you think I would kick you out?"
"Well a little, I was more worried about school." I replied quietly,
"You think I would let any harms come to you?" Bobby asked heatedly "Haven't you figured it out yet?" Jack I'm your brother, no one will hurt you while I'm around." I thought about it and realized how stupid I had been about everything. If I had just been honest with Bobby from the start he could have taken care of the whole thing. He could have taken care of me, even if he was busy, I realized he would have gladly taken the time off wor-
"Bobby, why aren't you working?" I asked suddenly super aware of the man.
"Oh, I we need to talk Jackie," Bobby said, sitting up a bit more. "You remember when I talked about going to see ma?" I nodded, "Well I plan on going soon."
"Oh well spring break is coming up soon."
"Well Jack we actually need to leave sooner than that."
"Oh alright… when?"
"Tomorrow," Bobby replied,
"Tomorrow?" I squeaked, "Bobby what about school, I need to get my work. How long will we be gone for?"
"We aren't coming back Jack."
"What?" I yelled, "We can't just leave! What about school and Mitchie?"
"There are schools in Detroit you know,"
"What about Mitchie?" I screamed at him,
"Look I know you like him but we cant stay Jack we need to go back home."
"Why?" I cried moving away from him,
"I, We…Jack we have no money left. We are leaving on money I don't own. I'm in a lot of debt Jackie." Bobby looked away from me, "I'm sorry call an tell Mitchie bye, he can even come over later tonight." Bobby then got up and left the room and later the house. I got up shakily grabbing some clothes and getting dressed. I grabbed my backpack and called Kris.
"Hello?" Kris said as she answered her phone.
"Kris? Its Jack,"
"Oh hey sweetie, what can I do for you?"
"Can you give me a ride?"
"Sure thing kid, where you at?" she asked,
"Home, I want to go to school, I overslept."
"Alright, I'm on my way kid,"
"She hung up leaving me sitting in the living room. I didn't really know what I was feeling, I was angry but at the same time I understood what Bobby was saying. I still didn't want to go. I sat there and thought for a long while before Kris showed up. I tried to shut my mind down on the ride so I wouldn't think. I got to school in time for my third period class. I had sometime before class and went to find Mitchie. Unfortunately I ran into a more unappealing person.
"Jack what happened?" Chris asked, in the excitement of everything I forgot to grab a jacket to cover my arms.
"Nothing," I whispered, "what do you want?" he ignored my question asking,
"Did someone hurt you?" he looked furious.
"Why do you care?" I snapped glaring at him, "Last time I checked you were pissed at me and trying to hurt me not to mention get in my pants." He started to look even angrier than before. Then he looked at me more softly, all traces of anger gone. Like someone had pulled a drain plug and it had slipped away.
"I'm sorry," He sobbed, "It was wrong of me, I wasn't thinking straight. Please don't hate me."
"Just shut up Chris," I whispered dangerously, "You crossed the line this time, I don't hate you. But I defiantly don't like you and I will never trust you."
"Please, I didn't tell anyone," he pleaded, "Can't we just start over? Just give me a second chance."
"I already did Chris. I let you become my friend even after you bullied me. I now see it was a mistake. You want a third chance? Are you gonna want a fourth one when I make a mistake and set you off because you don't like it?"
"I wont, I lov-…" he began but I cut him off,
"Stop it, you don't care or love me Chris, you lust for me. People who love me don't hurt me the way you did. Besides even if I would consider it, I cant."
"Why not I didn't tell anyone your secret."
"Go fuck yourself Chris, I don't care if you tell because I'm leaving, I'm going back to Detroit."
"What?" he cried moving towards me, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back to arms length. "Please, don't leave, I'm sorry Jack."
"Don't flatter yourself, Chris, 'm not leaving because of you." I replied coldly, "Bobby and I are to poor to stay, go ahead and laugh, I'm done caring what you think."
"No, I'm not laughing Jack, please I have money I can take care of you1" I laughed,
"I'm not you fucking charity case, Chris. Besides from what I know of you, you don't give anything with no price. I know you and I'm not going to end up in your bed. I will never do that for you Chris." I turned to storm away, but Chris grabbed me swinging me around into his chest, hugging me tightly. I tried to rip myself from his grasp, but he didn't let up. I felt the sobs racking his chest, but I didn't care, I was still angry with him. I started pounding on his chest; He buried his face into my hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He sobbed, I started feeling tired and suddenly it was taking to much energy to hit him so I stopped. He pulled me tighter trapping my arms between our bodies. "Please don't go," he continued bawling like a small child. He snaked one arm around my waist while moving his other hand to grip my hair tightly, still sobbing.
"Chris, please let go of me," I whispered, he shook his head sobbing still saying sorry and don't go.
"Chris, let go of me," I whispered again, he squeezed me tightly and I gasped.
"Chris, please, your hurting me." I cried out and he let me go and I fell to the floor gasping. Chris started sobbing even harder
"I'm sorry please I'm so sorry." He fell to his knees reaching for me but I scrambled away getting to my feet and running, leaving him on the floor sobbing. I turned the corner and right into Mitchie, knocking us both to the ground.
"Jack," He laughed, "I was hoping to run into you, but uh not in such a literal sense." He stood up and held his hand out for me to take, I reached up and Mitchie gasped falling to his knees cradling my arm.
"Oh my god," he cried, "What happened?" he looked over to me and I tried to look away but he grabbed my chin so I looked back.
"You'll think I'm a freak," I whispered trying to look away, but Mitchie refused to let go.
"You, I you… you tried… tried to kill yourself?" he asked quietly,
"No, you won't understand," I pulled my knees to my chest wrapping my arms around them, and laying my head down away from Mitchie. I tried to put some space between us. At first I thought he would close the gap but he didn't.
"Please Jackie try to explain it." I shook my head feeling my eyes begin to sting, "Jack please, I'm here for you did someone hurt you?" I shook my head, I didn't want to tell him how messed up I really was. I wanted to leave with him still liking me.
"I'm leaving," I blurted out, I turned to see Mitchie staring at me in shock.
"No." I barley heard it slip from his lips. "Please be joking."
"No, Bobby's officially our of money, we're gonna go stay with his mom."
"Jack please, I need you here." He said chocking back tears.
"I'm sorry," I said turning away so I didn't see his water works
"But I love you!" he cried
"I love you too," I replied still not looking at him, "It won't stop me from leaving."
"How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long until you leave?" I could hear his voice cracking
"Tomorrow," I whispered, "I leave tomorrow." I heard Mitchie lose it.
"No," he screamed making me jump. "Please god," I could feel my heart crumbling, while I listened to the one person who had kept me going, who loved me unconditionally, break. My whole body shook as pain racked my body. It hurt with such intensity, and I could feel the dam breaking again. I got up and ran to the bathroom, the pain was so bad I felt nauseas. I leaned over the toilet and puked up stomach acid, grimacing at the bitter taste. I puked again and again, until I was simply dry heaving. I sat back and pressed my head to the cool tiles of the wall. I tried to take deep breaths as the pain raced through my body.
"Jack?" I heard Mitchie enter the bathroom sniffling, "Jack are you ok?" he asked softly, I whimpered at the pain wishing Mitchie would go away, I didn't want him to see me go through one of my episodes. All too soon even before I could ask him to leave, all the memories flooded back and I was screaming. I could feel the blood curdling screams rip from my throat. My nails instantly found my arms; I clawed through the bandages, opening the red angry looking gashes on my arms. I ripped and tore at them wishing the real world would come back. I heard a bang in the distance. I heard screaming but over it all I could hear Dave. I felt a sudden hatred to the man. I hated how he managed to fuck up my life even from the grave. I clawed harder trying to get back to the real world. I felt someone dragging me to my feet and rip my nails from my arms. They were screaming but my min couldn't register what they were saying. So clouded by memories. I curled my fingers in to my palms and bit my lip. The person behind me uncurled my fingers. I threw my head back smacking whom ever it was holding me. They fell back as I fell to the floor. I crawled away from them. I could hear someone screaming and crying. I curled up again grabbing at my hair ripping it out.
"Shut up!" I screamed, "Shut up shut up shut up!" my mind cleared and everything was silent again. I sat up my fingers still in my hair pulling out strands as I evaluated my surroundings. Chris was on the floor holding his nose as it bled freely. Mitchie and a teacher were in the doorway. Mitchie's eyes were wide and he had a hand clamped over his mouth crying. The teacher was just standing there in shock. My gaze flickered to the floor to find blood and lots of blood smears. I pulled at my hair faster. I saw the teacher run to Chris's side. I heard him panicky tell Mitchie to calm down and go get the nurse. Mitchie backed out of the stall slowly. I sat there, and began rocking myself. It was comforting to tack and pull my hair. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and I jumped.
"Jack are you alright?" I heard the teacher ask, I didn't answer I just kept rocking and pulling my hair. "Jack do you know where you are?" he asked quietly as if not to startle me. I started laughing; the teacher thought I was crazy. Probably ready to throw me in the loony bin. Well not that I hadn't given him good reason. I started to imagine what I must look like. My eyes were probably red from crying, my lip was bleeding from where I had bit it. My hair was probably sticking up in every which way direction. My arms were probably a pretty sight. I could feel the blood slicking up my arms. To top it all off I was rocking back and forth. Before the teacher had a chance to speak again Mitchie returned with the nurse. She gasped as she looked around, at everything.
"Ms. Rye it seems we have a small situation, can you help?" pleaded the teacher. The nurse nodded slowly and swallowed dryly.
"Where should I start?" she asked
"With Jack, Chris broke his nose but I've already set it and he has plenty of tissues. Jack, well I'm not even sure if he's with us. Apparently he just started screaming and scratching his arms."
"Yes, well you should take Chris back to my office and call his parents. Mitchie please run down to the office and get Mr. Thor and the principle." Mitchie nodded and set off to get them, the nurse stepped closer to me.
"Jack?" she asked softly, "Are you ok? Can you hear me?" I glanced up at her then back to the floor. "I'll take that as a yes. Jack I need to patch you up, are you going to be ok if I touch you?" I glanced back up at her and nodded. She smiled real big and set to work. She knelt next to me and whipped out her first aid kit. She sprayed my arms with an antibacterial. Then wrapped them in gauze securing them with medical tape. When she was done, she stepped aside to let the counselor and principle in. The principle looked around, clearly shocked while Mr. Thor just looked down at me sympathetically.
"Mark, go call his parents." Mr. Thor said turning to the principle. Mr. Cullen nodded and turned to leave.
"I'll call down a janitor too." He left with out another word. Mr. Thor turned to me.
"Hey kiddo," he said sitting across from me, I didn't acknowledge him but I didn't seem to faze him. "Come one Jack you can talk to me, Call you tell me if you're trying to hurt of kill yourself?" I shook my head, "No? but then why do that to your arms?"
"Wanted out of my head because it's so noisy." I whined
"I don't understand can you help me?" he asked,
"I'm a freak," I turned away from him,
"No Jack, you're not a freak, but I do think you could use some help and that is exactly what I'm here for." I stared up at him wondering if he really wanted to help.
"Come on what's the worst that could happen?"
"I-It hurt and I wanted out of the storm in my head. I felt like I was in a nightmare but couldn't wake up. Pain helps me get back to earth."
"So like pinching yourself to wake up only more intense," he said quietly, I nodded. "Ok, well if your back now why are you still yanking your hair out?"
"Feels good," I replied pulling harder. Mr. Thor lifted his hand to his head and pulled out a hair.
"That kinda hurts Jack," he said wincing a little, I nodded, "Then why do it?"
"Feels good to feel pain on the outside then the inside when I cant stop it.
"So you like feeling in control of the pain you feel?" I nodded still rocking
"I think I understand Jack, but I still don't get what pain your feeling on the inside. Did someone hurt you? Did they call you names is that why it's so crazy in your head?"
"Its all his fault," I whispered
"Who?" Mr. Thor asked I shook my head,
"Speak of the devil,"
"And he will appear." Mr. Thor finished, "So did the devil hurt you Jack?" I nodded
"How did the devil hurt you?" Mr. Thor asked,
"I don't want to talk anymore," I cried,
"Come on Jack at least tell me who the devil is,"
"Memories will come back, and I will hurt again."
"Come on Jack, please tell me who's hurting you, just a name please." I looked up into Mr. Thor's pleading eyes,
"Dave," I whispered I felt hot tears spilling over and running down my face.
"Dave, does Dave have a last name?" I shook my head,
"Well where is Dave?" he asked, I looked up.
"Dead," I replied
"Then he cant hurt you can he?" I shook my head, "Test this was all a test and I failed and now he is hurting me again," Just as Mr. Thor was going to reply, Paul walked into the stall.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Thor asked, clearly irritated that he had been interrupted.
"Yeah, I'm Paul, I'm here to pick up Jack," Paul said looking around the stall finally his eyes falling on me. He looked very sympathetic.
"Oh alright, um well please just keep and eye out for him, we're all worried for him," Paul nodded moving toward me,
"Hey, can you walk or should I carry you?" I reached up for him like a small child; He wrapped his coat around me before putting my arms around his neck and lifting me up so my legs were wrapped around him. I saw Mr. Thor frown at the position but he said nothing. Mr. Thor walked us to the front door before saying good-bye. I laid my head on Paul's shoulder burying my face into his neck. Thankfully no one was in the halls. As we walked to the car I could feel Paul softly rubbing my balls through my jeans, I moaned into his neck. He continued until we got to the car. He placed me in the front seat, once he put me down he began rubbing my penis through my jeans, I gasped and moaned again. He closed my door before it began looking suspicious. He ran around the car and got in. As he started driving he went back to his assault on my crotch. I started moaning a writhing in my seat. Paul didn't stop he kept going until I came gasping and moaning. As soon as Paul pulled up to my house I was in his lap kissing him fiercely. He ran his hands up and down my back, then reaching down my pants squeezing my butt. I broke the kiss to snatch some air. Paul began kissing me stopping at my neck to suck my Adam's apple. I gasped and moaned gripping his hair. He kissed his way back to my mouth.
"We should move inside," he said against my lips, I nodded, and he carried me in like he had last time. And like last time he rubbed my balls through my jeans rubbing my cum into me. The minute we hit my bedroom, our clothes were off and we were on my bed. Paul wasted no time within minutes he had his fingers in me twisting and stretching me. The second he thought I was ready he was inside me fucking me hard. I moaned like crazy wrapping my arms and legs around him. I hadn't realized how much I missed this. Being with Mitchie had felt so right I had forgotten how much I liked being on bottom. All to soon it was over, he came I came.
"Feel better?" Paul asked I thought for a minute before nodding, I did feel better. "I thought you would, you're a whore Jack. You're meant to be fucked, you're not meant to fuck little boys." As if to prove a point he put his fingers back in me rubbing my prostate, "You can just stop Jack you need it or you'll end up like you are now. " He pressed harder rubbing faster. I cried out arching my back, clutching the sheets,
"You need this Jack, think about it like this, when you don't milk a cow I just builds and builds until it explodes. The same with you. You need to be used, you need me." He started to Jack me off while massaging my prostate. It became too much for me and I came for a third time screaming.
"Yes, need you," I panted, "But cant have you."
"Why not?" Paul asked petting my hair,
"Leaving, Bobby is taking me back to Detroit. Need you Paul."
"Alright I'll give you a friends number, he'll keep you satisfied till I can get you back ok?" I nodded, "Go get washed up, Bobby will be here soon." I nodded getting up to go to the bathroom right as I heard Bobby come in. A slight panic washed over me, making me race to get in the shower. I washed my body trying to keep the soap out of my cuts. When I finished I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. When I walked into my bedroom Paul was gone. I dressed slowly super aware of my cuts since they were stinging like crazy. I had just got my shirt on when Paul walked in. I tried to grab my boxers fast thinking it was Bobby. Paul grabbed me pulling me to him.
"Don't worry," Paul said running hi hands up and down my body, "He left, asked if I could watch you while he's out." I nodded kissing him. "First lets get you fixed up." Paul sat on the be and beckoned me closer. I walked up to him between his legs. He cleaned my arms and wrapped them up. When he was finished, he kissed me and led me down stairs to the kitchen.
"You need to eat something baby," he whispered from behind me wrapping his arm around me kissing my neck. I moaned softly as we made our way to the kitchen.
"What do you want to eat?" Paul asked softly
"You," I whispered making Paul chuckle.
"Food, love," he turned around and looked in the fridge, "Hmm not a lot in here huh?" I blushed looking away embarrassed. "Don't worry, we can go out." He looked down stroking my thighs, "Unfortunately your gonna have to put on pants." I nodded and went upstairs. I slipped on some clothes. When I walked back down Paul was ready to go. We left the house and got in his SUV. When we were in Paul handed me a piece of paper with a number on it.
"His names Emanuel, He's a good friend of mine, he'll put you to work so call him as soon as you can." I nodded and we were off, Paul held my hand the entire time he was driving. We reached a small Italian place rather far from my house.
"You'll like this place," Paul said leading me inside. He was right the food was better than I'd had in a long time. Paul was silent while we ate and that worried me a bit. When we were done Paul paid and we left. When we were in the car Paul finally talked
"I'm gonna miss you kid," He said leaning over to kiss me." Look I got to go back to work. I work from home, so your more than welcome to come back with me if you want." I smiled and nodded, "Alright lets go then, "It was a five minute drive to his house. When we got there Paul led me inside, his house was massive. We entered to foyer and were greeted by a maid who took our coats.
"You can go and watch some TV or come with me and sit quietly," Paul told me,
"Can I watch TV?" I asked grabbing his hand not really wanting to leave him, he chuckled.
"Look I got a phone conference in 10 minutes but after it ill bring my laptop into the TV room k?" I nodded smiling; he led me to the TV room showing me how everything works before leaving. I looked over his movie collection. Most of is was porn; some were action movies and like 3 kid movies. Ii decided to see what he was watching so I pressed play on the remote. The screen showed a younger guy getting fucked be one of those machine things. He was outside on a roof top tide to a latter with no way to close his legs to stop the assault of the machine. The ropes left him hanging down so he had nowhere to move. The man was clearly embarrassed but very aroused. The machine started fucking faster than I believed any human being could go. The man was screaming in pleasure, when he came another man stepped up and untied the blonde who was still gasping trying to collect himself. When he was untied he fell to the ground with his but in the air. The man who untied him took it as an invitation. He dropped behind the blonde man and started fucking him hard. The blonde man cried out fucking back against him. The man behind the blonde lasted a lot longer than him and was still fucking him longer after he had cum. After his second orgasm the blonde wasn't even able to hold himself up and collapsed. The man above him flipped him over fucking him even harder. Suddenly another man got down and started making the blonde suck his dick.
"Not so fucking tough now huh?" asked the man fucking him, "You got dick in you ass and mouth and you fucking love it right?" The blonde man answered with a moan. "Thought so slut," the man chuckled, "You want more dick?" This time the other man pulled out so he could talk,
"Yes more, please," the blonde man panted gasping for air, until the man put his dick back in his mouth. Next thing I new there were like 20 men all-naked surrounding them. When the man fucking him came he pulled out and let another man step in. the blonde man was used and abused. The men would double fuck him cumming in his ass, then they would make him suck their dicks, licking their balls and assholes. When the men got tired they shoved a butt plug in him. The men sat around drinking beer, watching the blonde man fuck himself with plug, the men laughed and called him names. The men decided to leave. The unplugged the blonde man and tied him up as cum leaked out of him. The men brought in a fucking machine with and even bigger dildo. They put it in him turning it up as high as it would go. The blond man screamed wriggling trying to get some relive. The men left laughing leaving the blonde man moaning like a whore. The screen went black.
"Like what you saw?" Paul asked from behind me, I looked up at him and smiled,
"Am I gonna do that?" I asked he leaned down to kiss me and rub my erection.
"Do you want to?" he asked, I shrugged looking away feeling slightly embarrassed. Paul came around the couch leaning into me. I laid back and he crawled on top of me. I leaned up and kissed him.
"Don't ever feel embarrassed in front of me, ok?" He whispered, I smiled and nodded,
"Senior Paul," called on of the maids,
"Yes, Maria?" said looking over the couch,
"Sir, there is a man on the phone for you."
"Important?"
"He said so,"
"Name?"
"A Mister Kurt," Paul sighed and smiled
"I'll be back," he climbed off me and left the room. I sat up and looked around, Maria was standing in the doorway staring at me. She looked behind her, before coming over to me.
"What is your name?" she asked softly thick with some Spanish accent.
"Jack," I replied,
"How old are you?" she asked
"Like 14,"
"You are still just a child, what are you doing here? You should be home with your family not with a grown man who has inappropriate thoughts about you."
"My parents are dead," I spat bitterly, "And Paul cares about me," I got up and stormed away from her.
"Paul!" I yelled suddenly afraid of his big house, "Paul!" I felt panic was over me,"
"Jack, are you ok?" asked Paul from the top of the stairs.
"I want to come sit with you," I replied my voice shaking a bit.
"Come on baby," he said waving me up the stairs, I raced up them and into his arms. "Are you ok?" I nodded squeezing him as we walked back to his office.
"Paul?" I said quietly
"Hm?" he said,
"Do you care about me?" I whispered, he swung me around and knelt in front of me.
"Of course I do Jack," he said, "What brought all of this on? Did someone talk to you?"
"No,"
"Ok, well I do care so what ever is making you doubt that, ignore it." I nodded and he continues to his office, "I'm in another phone conference," Paul said, "So your gonna have to be quiet. There are some books in my room right across the hall from my office. So you can grab something and come into the office." He let me go pushing me towards his bedroom. I opened the door to his bedroom and I heard Paul start his conversation again.
"Sorry about the interruption. Where were we?" I looked around for the books, most were porn books. I shifter through them listening to him talk. I turned around and looked at Paul's bed. It was huge with black silk sheets. I put the book back and laid down on it. I curled up in the center feeling like a small child. I quickly fell asleep listening to Paul's voice.