Chapter One-Hundred and One
John unzipped his jeans, standing at the urinal as he replayed a tune in his head. He heard the door open, and before he could zip up again, Jessica was on top of him.
"Hello John." She purred, walking her fingers up his chest as he tried to back away. "How's your voice?" She grinned as he glowered at her, knowing that he still couldn't speak. "You won't be able to call out my name then?"
John curled his lip in a snarl, wishing he was able to make the sound he wanted. He held up his middle finger, trying to push Jessica away from him without hurting her like his parents would have.
"If you want to fuck me, then do it." She smirked, reaching for John's hips. "I'd love to feel you inside of me."
John tried to back farther away, his back pressing against the stall door. "N-o." He barely managed the word as his voice protested the broken word.
She pouted, choosing to touch him over his jeans in hopes of getting him hard before he came this time. "You'll like it if you give it a chance. Just ask your cousin, Dominic."
John fought the pleasure coursing through his body, reminded of the unwanted pleasure of the meth. "O-ff." He tried again to push her away, using a little more force this time. He tried to raise his voice, the cry for help still not loud enough. "Da-d!" He called, hoping that Thomas would hear his weak voice. "Da-d!"
Jessica smiled, knowing that Thomas thought he was just taking a piss and didn't know that she was here. "Shut up. You're ruining the mood."
John glared at her, grabbing her hands as she pulled his zipper down. "N-o." He croaked, looking up as Thomas walked through the door. "Da-d!"
Thomas pulled Jessica off of John, using all the force that John was afraid to. "Get off of my son." He ordered, pushing her from the restroom. "Go home Jessica. John doesn't want you, and if I catch you again, I will make sure you go to juvie." He shut the door, making sure to lock it as he turned to John. "Are you okay?" He asked, watching as John turned and zipped up.
John nodded, turning back to Thomas. He walked toward the man, wishing he could find a way to tell him thank you without writing it. He smiled as he remembered the sign language motion for the words, hoping Thomas would understand. He lifted his hand to his chin, moving it toward Thomas and placing the back of his hand in the palm of his other one.
Thomas chuckled, having known sign language since he was a little kid. "You're welcome." He smiled at John's shocked expression. "My great-aunt was deaf and I learned sign language as a child."
John beamed, happy that someone could teach him another way to communicate. He wrote something down in his book, holding it up for Thomas to see. "Teach me?"
Thomas touched John's shoulder, happy that he was one of the only men he let touch him. He lifted his hand, making a motion like he was nodding his head. "Of course, I will."