"Basement. Now."
That is what I was wakened by.
Startled, I sat up from the floor in my 'room' and look towards the door to the attic.
"Hurry up whore," my sperm donor growls out as he lowers himself from the ladder that leads to the second level of the house.
Rushing I put on a 'clean' oversized shirt that they tell me to wear whenever they retrieve me from my personal prison. Once dressed, I head to the door to leave only to be scared as it opens by itself and reveals my birthgiver.
"Hurry up! He is waiting and is getting impatient," she says as she reaches up and grabs my arm to pull me down to the ladder, making me fall from the hole and onto the ground with a thud.
"Clumsy," she mutters as she climbs down the ladder and kicks me when she was down completely. "Get up! Go to the basement, your late as it is."
Getting up quickly, I limp downstairs and past the kitchen to the basement door for my daily life punishment.
As I arrived in the basement the cool air immediately greets me, along with the sight of a bed with no covers and a table for 'pleasurable' play things for those who bring their own. A door that leads to a bathroom opens and reveals a middle aged man with nothing but boxers on.
"Strip."
The deepness of his voice gives me the shivers of fear of what's to come.
Listening to the man I slowly and shyly start taking off my shirt, leaving my chest bare because my 'caregivers' don't want to waste money on me. The man stocks towards me with the look of lust showing in his body language and eyes.
"All the way, sweetheart," the man coos at me trying to sound 'sweet'.
Listening to him out of fear of what would happen if I don't, I start taking off my panties. Once they were off the man roughly grabs my arm and pulls me into him, feeling his beer-belly I mentally vomit at his physic.
Lowering his head quickly he presses his lips to mine, taking me into a deep kiss, and soon he takes me over and over again.
Without my consent.
"Mr. Witwicky, your up," Mr. Hosney calls from his desk, looking down on a paper.
The said boy got up from his seat to the front of the room and mumbles to the teacher, "Sorry, I have a lot."
.
.
.
Running out of the school, the boy goes straight to his fathers' convertible saying, "I got an A. I got an A."
Sitting down in the convertible the boy shoves the paper in his hands to the older man in the driver seat.
"I can't see it, I can't see it," the man repeated as he grabs the paper and moves it from his face. "That's an A."
"So I'm good?"
"You're good."
"I got a little surprise for you son," the older man states as he drives away from the school.
"What kind of...?"
The father, Ron, drives up and into a Porsche dealership, "Yeah a little surprise."
"No. No, no, no, no. Dad!" his son exclaims loudly in disbelief and awe of where they are. "Aw you got to be kidding me?!"
"Yeah I am," Ron says looking towards his son, "Your not getting a Porsche."
"You think that's funny?" The teen questions in disbelief. "I'm not talking to you for the rest of this."
Ron pulls out of the Porsche dealership laughing and goes into a old dirty one, where the vehicles look like they just came out of a mud bath without being washed. Once parked both males got out the the car and started for the entry way of the old gas station- now car dealership building.
"Yeah, I think it's funny," Ron chuckles.
"What's wrong with you?" the teen looks at his father is disgust and disappointment.
"You really think I'm going to get you a Porsche for your first car?"
"I'm not talking to you for the rest of this whole thing." The teen mutters.
"Oh come on. It's a practical joke," Ron says as he walks past some rusty cars.
"It's not funny."
In the short distance the duo hears a loud conversation, "Manny!"
"What?!" Someone yells out.
"Get your cousin out of that damn clown suit. He's going to get heatstroke again. Scaring white folks." The first one calls out.
"Here?" The teen starts, "No, no, no, what is this? You said... half a car, not a half a piece of crap, Dad."
"When I was your age, I was happy with four wheels and an engine." Ron bites back.
"Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay?" the adolescent asks his father stopping by some cars.
"Okay."
"You ever see a 40-year old virgin?" he starts.
"Yeah," was the parents' response.
"Okay, that's what this is," the young one points to a old scratched car, "And this is a 50-year virgin," the boy points again but to an older looking car beside the first one.
"Okay," Ron says with a questionable look on his face.
"Do you want me to live that life?" the son questions.
"No sacrifices, no victory." Ron simply answers as he continues walking.
"Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it, the old Witwicky motto dad," the minor says with no enthusiasm.
"Right," was his only reply.
"Gentlemen," a bigger dark skin elder greets as he walks up to them and shakes their hands. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country,except without the runs. How can I help you?"
"Well," Ron starts, "my son here, looking to buy his first car."
"You come to see me?" Bobby asks with a smirk.
"I had to" the youngest responds with a frown.
"That practically makes us family." Bobby cheers while placing a hand on the boys' shoulder. "Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."
"Sam."
"Sam, let me talk to you" Bobby says as he guides Sam to some cars. "Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, son. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy." the man says with big smile, "That's my mammy. Hey, Mammy!" The man says off topic and waves to said person.
Only to be flipped off.
"Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch." he yells back right at her. "I tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" he asks rhetorically.
"Well, over here, every piece of cara man might want or need," Bobby says as they head towards a Camaro.
"This ain't bad", Sam states as he walks along the car to look around the whole thing, "This one's got racing stripes."
"Yeah, It got racing..." Bobby started but stops, "Yeah, what's this?What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!"
"What?" A man walks out of the garage wiping his hands.
"What is this? This car! Check it out!" Bobby demands as he smiles at the customers.
"I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!" The mechanic says putting one hand in the air and shaking it.
Sam enters the car and sits on the drivers seat and grabs the wheel as the two workers argue. "Feels good."
"How much?" Ron asks see that his son likes it, and while he asked Sam rubs the middle of the steering wheel seeing a strange symbol.
"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." He trails off as Sam interrupts him.
"Yeah, but the paint's faded."
"Yeah, but it's custom," the man argues back stubbornly.
"It's custom faded?" Sam asks in disbelief.
"Well, this is your first car.I wouldn't expect you to understand." The man says rudely before turning to Ron, "Five grand."
"No, I'm not paying over four." Ron speaks up, "Sorry."
The dealer goes to the passenger window and speaks to Sam through it, "Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car."
"No, no, no." Sam repeats, "You said cars pick their drivers"
"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out of the car." He says sternly and stands up and turns to the car behind him, "Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut."
Completely ignoring the man, Ron talks to his son as he points to a car with stripes, "There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there."
"No," Sam speaks with stubbornness evident, " I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes."
"This is a classic engine right here." Bobby brags and tales probably a false story as Sam gets out of the Camaro and closes the door, "I sold a car the other day..." He trails off as the passenger door of the Camaro opens and bangs on the door of the car that Bobby was in.
"Gee. Holy cow."
"No, no, no. No worries." Bobby chuckles nervously.
"You all right?" Ron asks as Bobby somehow sticks his head out of the window of the beatle.
"I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out." Booby says to Ron.
"Hey, hey, Manny!" He calls out, "Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" He laughs nervously again, showing his uneasiness.
"...greater than man... " the Camaro's radio plays softly as it's only warning before a loud alarm sounds and shatters all car window but it's self.
"$4,000!" Bobby cries as he looks around to see he damage.