Hardy Candy Christmas chapter 3.
He lay on his bed pondering about whether or not to get up and get ready for work. He'd slept remarkably well, 9 hours in fact. Nick lay on his bed whilst so many thoughts dashed through his head too quickly to analyse them. He wished he hadn't said he'd go home for Christmas. Too many fears would have to be put aside and after that too many questions would have to be answered. He honestly didn't think he had the courage to go back and sleep in that bed. the bed which had his stolen childhood embedded in it's heavy frame.
The bed where all his childhood dreams and aspirations had disappeared as quickly as they had existed. The place where he discovered how evil and untrustworthy people could be. Where he learnt to be afraid of women.
His cell phone had rung several times and he assumed it was Catherine checking up on him. He let it ring and ring until eventually they gave up. The pure silence in the room was all that he needed and the incessant ringing of his phone irritated him. He stared into the darkness, trying to search for something he'd missed; something that would help him put the pieces back together. But predictably there was nothing. There never had been. You can't just be stripped of your innocence and expect to find it again some day.
That's what she'd done. that woman. she'd stripped him of everything that he'd need to grow up. She'd tarnished what was a happy childhood and made it into something sinister, a secret to be hidden from scrutiny and something he needed to protect himself from in the future. She'd taken everything away that he'd been born with and all that had been taken away on that one night. How could someone be so depraved? So sick as to torture a child who doesn't know it's something that's wrong, to leave them the next morning scrubbing themselves raw in the bath, feeling dirty, ashamed and yet not knowing what had happened to him.
It's a shock when you actually find out what happened. He remembered back to that day when he was 15 when they'd done Sex Ed and the teacher had discussed 'sexual assault' with them. He'd never thought about it as rape before because it didn't happen to men did it? It was just when men forced women into sex. He remembered his teacher's exact words that day. 'Rape is a serious allegation. People are prosecuted for it. And once it happens you must tell the police as soon as it has happened. People should not get away with what they have done.' he went on to explain male rape and how women can force themselves on men.
His blood went cold just thinking about that day. His stomach had churned and he'd felt sick, he'd waited and then when recess came he'd rushed to the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach. He'd felt violated all over again. But what made him feel even more numb was the fact that she could have been doing this to other children by now.
He shook, his body cold from the all to familiar memory. He curled up into the foetal position trying to warm his semi-naked body. He knew deep down it wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been. He hadn't known it was wrong. It was her fault and only hers but that didn't take away the pain of hindsight. The thought that if he'd tried he could have done something, but instead of dwelling on it he unfolded himself from his mass of arms and legs and sat up on his bed hugging his legs to his chest. Reaching over to his bedside table he reached for his cell. It hadn't been Catherine. It was Sara. After registering the missed calls and deleting them, he found he had a text message from her.
"Where R U? Thght we were meetn b4 shift 2 go 4 coffee? TMB"
"Shit." he said to the darkness. He decided that it was best to reply to the message and hope Sara wouldn't be suspicious.
"Soz ovaslept. Maybe anotha time? TMB"
He waited for a reply and was greeted with one within 5 minutes.
"Fine woteva. Wot's anotha let down."
He frowned at the message. He really had let her down. It wasn't a date but they were like best mates. Sometimes she needed to talk and that's when they went to the coffee house. It was like tradition and he'd let her down.
"Come 2 mine. Tlk here." He waited once more for his cell to beep.
"Fine. I'll b there in 5"
He smiled. So easily persuaded. "Better get dressed then I suppose." He said to himself.
Please R&R as all feedback and reviews are not only appreciated but also eagerly awaited! There's all this angst to get out of the way before we can start with the cool Christmas stuff so bare with me! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX PS thanks for the reviews last time!
He lay on his bed pondering about whether or not to get up and get ready for work. He'd slept remarkably well, 9 hours in fact. Nick lay on his bed whilst so many thoughts dashed through his head too quickly to analyse them. He wished he hadn't said he'd go home for Christmas. Too many fears would have to be put aside and after that too many questions would have to be answered. He honestly didn't think he had the courage to go back and sleep in that bed. the bed which had his stolen childhood embedded in it's heavy frame.
The bed where all his childhood dreams and aspirations had disappeared as quickly as they had existed. The place where he discovered how evil and untrustworthy people could be. Where he learnt to be afraid of women.
His cell phone had rung several times and he assumed it was Catherine checking up on him. He let it ring and ring until eventually they gave up. The pure silence in the room was all that he needed and the incessant ringing of his phone irritated him. He stared into the darkness, trying to search for something he'd missed; something that would help him put the pieces back together. But predictably there was nothing. There never had been. You can't just be stripped of your innocence and expect to find it again some day.
That's what she'd done. that woman. she'd stripped him of everything that he'd need to grow up. She'd tarnished what was a happy childhood and made it into something sinister, a secret to be hidden from scrutiny and something he needed to protect himself from in the future. She'd taken everything away that he'd been born with and all that had been taken away on that one night. How could someone be so depraved? So sick as to torture a child who doesn't know it's something that's wrong, to leave them the next morning scrubbing themselves raw in the bath, feeling dirty, ashamed and yet not knowing what had happened to him.
It's a shock when you actually find out what happened. He remembered back to that day when he was 15 when they'd done Sex Ed and the teacher had discussed 'sexual assault' with them. He'd never thought about it as rape before because it didn't happen to men did it? It was just when men forced women into sex. He remembered his teacher's exact words that day. 'Rape is a serious allegation. People are prosecuted for it. And once it happens you must tell the police as soon as it has happened. People should not get away with what they have done.' he went on to explain male rape and how women can force themselves on men.
His blood went cold just thinking about that day. His stomach had churned and he'd felt sick, he'd waited and then when recess came he'd rushed to the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach. He'd felt violated all over again. But what made him feel even more numb was the fact that she could have been doing this to other children by now.
He shook, his body cold from the all to familiar memory. He curled up into the foetal position trying to warm his semi-naked body. He knew deep down it wasn't his fault. It couldn't have been. He hadn't known it was wrong. It was her fault and only hers but that didn't take away the pain of hindsight. The thought that if he'd tried he could have done something, but instead of dwelling on it he unfolded himself from his mass of arms and legs and sat up on his bed hugging his legs to his chest. Reaching over to his bedside table he reached for his cell. It hadn't been Catherine. It was Sara. After registering the missed calls and deleting them, he found he had a text message from her.
"Where R U? Thght we were meetn b4 shift 2 go 4 coffee? TMB"
"Shit." he said to the darkness. He decided that it was best to reply to the message and hope Sara wouldn't be suspicious.
"Soz ovaslept. Maybe anotha time? TMB"
He waited for a reply and was greeted with one within 5 minutes.
"Fine woteva. Wot's anotha let down."
He frowned at the message. He really had let her down. It wasn't a date but they were like best mates. Sometimes she needed to talk and that's when they went to the coffee house. It was like tradition and he'd let her down.
"Come 2 mine. Tlk here." He waited once more for his cell to beep.
"Fine. I'll b there in 5"
He smiled. So easily persuaded. "Better get dressed then I suppose." He said to himself.
Please R&R as all feedback and reviews are not only appreciated but also eagerly awaited! There's all this angst to get out of the way before we can start with the cool Christmas stuff so bare with me! Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX PS thanks for the reviews last time!