Hey people!
Here's the fourth installment of Tommy, Can You Hear Me?
Cousin Kevin
Disclaimer- Tommy owned by the greatest songwriter/guitarist alive (aka TOWNSHEND)
Tommy woke up to his mother's cool touch. She gently picked him up out of bed and placed him on the hard wood floor. Then she held his hand and led him downstairs. Tommy was barely aware of anything. His life was becoming drab. He had nothing to hear, see, or say.
Everyday passing was the same. He would wake up to his mother and be fed breakfast. Then he would sit on the same chair for he didn't know how long, then was fed lunch. Sometime later, dinner was fed to him, and then he was put to bed. Everything in between was long forgotten by the end of the day.
Breakfast. Check.
Lunch. Check.
Dinner.
…Dinner?
Where's dinner?
His mother leaned down and kissed his forehead.
Oh, no! She's leaving again?
Please don't leave me with Uncle Ernie again…I've been a good boy, haven't I?
But the next pair of hands that touched him was not Uncle Ernie's. The set of hands were soft, yet somehow taut. They were small, yet they seemed large and uninviting.
The hands played with Tommy's hair for a bit, then, out of nowhere, the hands cuffed Tommy's ears. He was pushed out of his chair. The hands grabbed Tommy's hair and dragged him across the floor. He felt linoleum under his head.
Bathroom?
Tommy was propped up onto another chair. The hands grabbed his shoulders.
Suddenly, it hit him.
These are Kevin's hands! Cousin Kevin! Why is he hurting me?
Kevin tied Tommy to the chair with some fairly thin rope.
Why?
Then, without warning, his head was submerged underwater. He gasped for air, yet there was none. It seemed like he was there for hours. When he was finally brought to the surface, Tommy's head was spinning from lack of air. He gasped for air… in… out… in… out…
When Tommy finally got his breath back, he felt excruciating pain on his right shoulder. It was burning him. He wanted to cry out, and yet he couldn't.
When he got a good whiff of the air, he smelled cigarettes.
Why is Kevin being so cruel to me?
Kevin stopped burning Tommy, but the pain was still there. His cousin grabbed a handful Tommy's hair and dragged him out of the bathroom. He was lifted up on to his feet. But before Tommy could move an inch, Kevin pushed him, and he started falling… falling… down the stairs.
Tommy fell face first on the soft carpet. Kevin grabbed Tommy with one arm, and with the other opened the front door. Tommy knew the sound of the front door being opened, but this time there was only silence, and the slight vibration of the bottom of the door scraping against the rut in the carpet.
Tommy was thrown, and landed on soft grass. He scrambled to his feet, and was immediately hit in the chest with a stream of water. The force was so strong he fell to the ground again. He gasped for air, sputtering and spitting. Cousin Kevin grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back into the house.
Tommy was just about ready to defend himself, when Kevin stomped down hard on his feet. He opened his mouth wide in shock and pain. His cousin lifted Tommy's hand and pricked something hard and sharp into his fingers. In his head, Tommy was screaming. Yet he could not do a single thing. He could feel the blood oozing down his arm.
After that, Tommy was led down the hall and into the familiar tiled floor of the dining room. He remembered a chair, about three steps behind him.
Sure enough, Kevin cornered his cousin and pushed him down onto the chair. Tommy recalled a soft velvet cushion on the seat. But when he was seated upon it, the exact opposite of soft met his bottom. Somehow, Kevin had managed to place nails on this chair. In his mind, Tommy yowled in pain. He sat up quickly, because naturally, humans would rather not sit upon spike-clad seats. However, Kevin was quick to shove him back down on the spikes.
Tommy's mouth was open wide in shock. Suddenly, something was shoved in it. He bit down on it.
Dinner?
Ow! Sharp!!
Is that…glass?
Blood!
Tommy could imagine his sadistic cousin howling with laughter. He spit out his violent dinner, and struggled against Kevin's strong grip to get up out of this horror chair.
Please let this stop…
Why doesn't Mother know any good baby-sitters?
All of a sudden, Kevin, as if in a panic, grabbed Tommy and shoved him on his regular chair in the living room.
***
Mrs. Walker fished for her keys in her purse. When she selected the house key, turned it in the lock, and opened the door, she sensed something eerie and not right. She hurried into the living room: Tommy's favourite place to sit.
Kevin was in the corner, playing the piano.
What a sweet young boy.
When she spotted her son, she gasped. There was a trace of blood on his lip. She hurried to wipe it with her handkerchief. She glanced with wary at her nephew. Surely he didn't cause her son to bleed?
Why would he?
She suddenly regretted buying the cricket bat she intended to give to Kevin for watching her son. But it was too late, for she was already holding it out in front of her.
Kevin glanced up appreciatively at his aunt, away from his sheet music. He accepted the bat with an evil smile toward Tommy.
Needless to say, Mrs. Walker never wished to leave her son with any babysitter ever again.
Hope you liked it!
Sorry it took so long to update. I'm so stressed lately. I'll
also try to make each chapter longer than the last.
Bye!
dasi