He began to wander around town more and more, feeling more confident in his own skin. He was 16 now, officially able to drive. Not that it had mattered.
He frequented a little soda shop in town for lunch. He had found a job in a trinket shop across the street, and usually walked over during his lunch break.
There was a girl there who seemed to be pretty interested in him.
Her name was Caroline. The first day she had seen him eating alone, she had sat with him, saying she didn't like to see people eating alone. It was too sad.
He had smiled to himself. She seemed kind enough as she sat and chatted with him. It became an every day affair, sitting and talking with him. He mainly listened, but it felt good to have someone to talk to.
"Hey, Otis. Why don't you come over to my house after you're done with work today?" She bit her lip.
"Huh?"
"I'll wait for you at your shop. And then you can follow me to my house...My parents aren't home."
"Er...okay." His eyes darted back and forth between hers.
"See you later, handsome." She winked at him as she walked away.
She was waiting for him as he walked out of the shop. She drove him to her home, a large house in the countryside. Otis was shell-shocked as he got out of the car.
"Ain't you ever been on this side of town before?" She giggled.
"...No..." He had never been around anyone wealthy. He had had no idea that she was.
She didn't even wait until they had passed the threshold of her house until she was on him, tearing his flannel shirt off and pushing his cap off of his head, pressing kisses against his neck that made him dizzy.
She lead him up to her bedroom and pinned him against the wall. Panic rose in his gut. Unwilling to let his past ruin this for him, he shoved her to the bed and crawled on top of her.
"What're you waiting for?" She licked her lips as she fondled him. "Show me what I've been flirting with."
She moaned as he fucked her. God, he felt powerful. For the first time in his life he felt like a God, making her squirm and beg for him like she did, making her moan his name over and over.
When he was satisfied, he rolled over onto the bed beside her, panting.
"Damn...You're good at that." She smirked, resting a hand on his chest.
The rest of the night, they talked and laughed, having another round or two in between. He fell asleep on her couch, her curled up to him.
She woke him up in time for him to get to work that morning, serving him a cup of coffee and a muffin and driving him into town.
That wasn't the last time she invited him over. It became a very frequent event for them to have sex. Almost as often as she talked to him in the soda shop. He enjoyed her company; he liked how a smile easily came to his face when she smiled. He liked the way she giggled at his stupid jokes. He liked the way she could make him forget how angry he was.
He had never been shown affection in his life, but he thought that maybe she could qualify as the first person to show him. She left sweet kisses on his neck and slept on him so sweetly. He liked to have her curled up to him.
She knew he was albino- they had had a discussion about it. Why his eyes were red, why he was so pale. She had just shrugged like it didn't matter.
Otis hesitated with the clippers in his hand. He had been keeping his hair extremely short since he had escaped. His parents had always kept his head shaved, but he didn't like the jagged scars that made their way across his scalp, so he just kept it short. They had always said if they kept his head shaved, he would just look like a sickly little boy instead of an albino. They had hated him for it. But Caroline didn't seem to care. Maybe he didn't have to hide anymore. He had wanted long hair since he could remember. He had long hair before his mother had hacked it all off. That was the one redeeming factor about his appearance, in his opinion. He loved how white it was.
He sighed, putting the clippers back on the sink counter. It was time to reclaim his body as his own, and do what he wanted with it.
He met with Caroline that night again, downing her in bed. She rubbed her and on his head, giggling.
"Your peach fuzz is gettin' more like tree leaves, Otis."
"Mm...Growin' it out, I think." He mumbled, kissing her neck.
"Nn...That's a good idea..."
His heart fluttered. She had just given him approval of something everyone had told them they hated. As he ravaged her, he couldn't stop smiling.