Chapter 4: Taken
Country Rock blasting, body slightly vibrating, soft yet small surface, only a few inches from an edge. I can't tell if I open my eyes are not, seems pitch black except for some light shining through. Everything seems to fade in; I realize I was in a vehicle. I couldn't move my hands or ankles, the felt and seem bounded. I try to scream out but, something was in my mouth; something big and rubbery. The smell of strawberries filled my nose, figure it is the car freshener. I'm guessing I was blind folded. I can feel the sun on my face as well as wind blowing in from the windows. I can feel the smooth leather upholstered seats. I only screamed once, and that one time I can even hear myself, so I doubt that this person heard me. I was very nervous, but overall the music and wind calmed my sweat and nerves. Over all, yes I was scared but, funny enough, I was not that scared, figure I should stay calm, give them what they want then I'll be home free. At least, that's plan A, I really don't know what they want or whatnot. I lay there still, to save up energy that I may need.
I try and keep myself company by playing games in my mind or sing in my head or even think. It isn't the usual "Are we there yet?" kind of scenario. I can't even tell how long they've been driving. Whether they were passing a few blocks 'round and 'round to throw me off, or, a very long destination, I couldn't tell, my senses were thrown off or blocked. That radio is blasting into the heavens, smell of an air freshener; all I can tell is that I was in that big fancy black truck. I'm assuming that guy the kids and I were worried about is driving, but for the life of me I can't tell where we are. My descriptions aren't going to help if I don't even know where we are. I doubt he is going to keep me in a public place.
The smooth ride turns very rocky as I feel the truck bouncing and me with it. I could tell we were off road. My nerves were rattling some. We hit something big, like a big pot hole and launches me off the seat and on the floor, which, unfortunately had stuff there and it wasn't very comfortable . I sat up and tried to scoot myself back on the seat then I heard the music turned all the way down. Then a deep gravelly voiced man exclaim out, "'Ey Sunshine! Sleep Well!?" Then he laughs a bold redneck laugh. I did not recognize the voice, my eyes open wide in shock, it didn't sound like the guy at the park. I started getting more nervous and scared my breathing bucks in and out my chest. I whimper some and he laughs again. "Relax Boy! Enjoy the ride. Will be to yer new house ver' shortly."
I started to get a headache, particularly where he hit me. I started screaming out what my mouth could and started trying to wriggle out what I was bound by. I feel the truck stop, quickly. Then just as quickly something cold pressed against my head and I heard metal clicking. It was a gun cocking, he said in a serious and tense voice, "Naw we don't want that now… be a good boy and ye might live."
I freeze and shiver in place, then he removes the gun and starts driving, "Good Boy."
Oh man, what have I gotten myself into? I did not know what to do, I just lay there while the road bounces the truck like four paddle balls on a different timer, it soon smoothed out, but I knew we were still off-road, I can hear dirt kick up. Since the radio was dramatically turned down I can hear outside clearly. Though, on the bad side, all I can hear is the truck moving and dirt kick up, there was nothing. No cars, no people, no animals, almost dead silent. I knew then we were out in the country areas of Tennessee. Unfortunately, I knew civilization was definitely out of reach. The country areas spread amongst the few corners of Tennessee. At least five hours away, which means, it's at least 4 pm. Though, I have no idea how long I was knocked out. The country area was a two hour distance from borderline into the city, that's all I pretty much know. Time I don't know right now, I could have been knocked out for two hours or a day; I wouldn't know any of that.
I started seeing daylight turn to night, so we have been driving for at least 7 hours. He probably made a repeated route before coming here. I was hungry, very hungry; I had not eaten since this morning. After a long boring tedious ride he finally slowed down and stopped and parked. He opens his door then shuts it; he walks an inch before opening the back door. I could feel him standing over me; it feels very uncomfortable, like a fish in a fish bowl. He lets out a small chuckle, "I'm glad the pad worked for you." I didn't know what he was talking about until I felt his cold rough hand in my pants then I felt something else quickly rubbing my boy parts. I yelp loudly, though, I was still gagged. He put an absorbent pad or diaper or something when I was knocked out so I didn't wet myself. I was sniffling though when he put his hand in there. I almost was crying, ok, am crying. It felt very bad and very wrong, then he grabs my waist then throws me over the shoulder, I try kicking and stuff but then he spanked me with his hand, it stung a lot, I could only cry more. "Shut up brat! Or I'll whack ye again!" He sternly spoke.
He was walking; I didn't have a choice but to still cry. I hurt and stuff, when he goes up the steps, which I could feel they were steps since I could feel it. Any who, He banged on the door, I was still crying. He was yelling at me when I heard the door creak open and a guy whose voice was low says, "Oh stop yer yellin' can't you see yer scarin' the poor boy?!"
"Where do you want the stupid brat?" he hisses.
Then the other hisses back, "Watch yer tounge. Ye jus' might lose it. Put 'em over there."
Then I felt him carry me a few more feet. "Gently." The home owner says.
Then the truck guy plops me right on the couch, which was soft. I can't complain about the couch, at this point I stopped crying. There were lights in the house, it was nice to know of that, don't know why; just maybe because I'll get to see their faces, don't know. It was a few more seconds before I hear the truck guy snap, "Is that it? We done?"
"Yeah we're even, now go."
"Gladly." Then I hear the truck guy leave and the door creak shut.
"I'm serry 'bout my ignerant partner." He then cups my ankles then I hear a small snap, then I felt my legs were free. "He's jus' testy teday." He does the same to my wrists. "So, what's your name kiddo?" Then he unbuckles the gag in my mouth. He seems friendly, I couldn't really understand it. However I want my go with the flow plan to work out, so I reply, "Christopher sir, Christopher Jay Wilson."
"Christepher huh? That's a might pretty name for a pretty boy such as yer self."
"Thank you sir."
Then he lifts my head up and removes the blind fold, however, only difference is I see blurred out shapes. "Mister, I can't see anything without my glasses." I kindly say.
"Aww right fergot 'bout'em here." Then he lays my glasses on my face, everything was clear. Though, His face was two centimeters, I jump with a little yelp. He laughs, "Boy you blinder then a bat."
I nod as I get out of shock, "Serry."
I just say, "Its ok mister."
"So, bet yer hungry aren't ye?"
I nod yes to him. Then he heads to the kitchen. "Ok Christopher I'll be right out, don't be goin nowhere got it?"
"Yes mister."
"Good boy."
The house what I saw was very farm like. It is normal though around these parts. The furniture was old, however in fair condition, the walls were painted white, and the floor was a light wood color. Decorative trim on the ceiling and floor on the wall and the rooms were tiny. It seemed cozy; I was sitting in front of a brick fireplace. The logs in the fireplace weren't used yet. I hear this mysterious man rattling and making noise in the kitchen, making dinner I hope.
I was really tired just laying around so I sit up and then stand up, I fell a few times at first since my legs and arms were very numb and felt like gator leather, my nerves kind of shut down, I needed to walk it off. It took a good 2 minutes before he came in and tensely said, "What are ye doin?!"
Guess he thought I was trying to run. I reply, "My legs are dead, I need to wake them up." I kept falling, every time I'd take a step my knee would push backwards and gives me a small burning sensation. He continues making dinner and it takes me a good ten odd minutes before the feeling in my bottom half and arms came back. Course by then I have already fell like hundreds of times. I actually scraped up my knees some. It was about 5 minutes later, "Christepher! Come eat!" He says loudly.
I walk into the kitchen. There was a screen door leading out back, wooden door leading to the basement, the tile was your typical white and black tile, the counters and table and chairs and cabinets were wooden. And of course the kitchen was tiny. I smelled macaroni and cheese and tuna he set mine on and his on the table. The chairs sat low so I knew I wouldn't be able to eat without something. "Do u have any old books sir? I won't be able to reach the table when I'm sitting."
He thinks for a second, "sho' don't I reckon, here, lets eat in te livin' room then." Then he picks up the plates and then goes into the living room the sits upright on the recliner and reclined." Com' up here buddy, get yer stomach all full."
"On your lap mister?"
"Yes sir."
I climb up and sit on his lap and he puts my plate on mine then he turns on the 20 inch looking TV then puts it on some movie. "Ye like fast cars sonny?"
"Yes sir I do."
"Well that's mighty good." Then he begins eating, and I start eating mine. It was20 minutes in he asks, "ye want som' seconds?"
"No sir I'm full."
"A'right buddy." Then he put his hands on my leg and started rubbing it, he got to my pocket then he jumps some and then snatches my phone out and says in a mean tone, "What the F_ H_ is this!?"
I cower and scrunch up in fear, "It's my phone mister." Then he growls, "That F_ Dimwitted idiot!" Then jumps up and sort of rough handles me on the floor and the plates fall then he gets a match out of his pocket, lights it and then throws my phone in the fire. I forgot I had it. He meanly says, "Empty yo d_ pockets now!"
I was frightened; he looks like a big grizzly bear waiting to kill me. I comply, though in fear I kept pulling out pocket seams, "Faster!" I go as fast as possible, then I withdrew my keys and wallet, and then all my pockets were out. Then he stomps towards me then roughly pats me down chest to feet, back to feet, and he pats everywhere. "Take off your shoes!" Then I quickly untie them and slip them off. He shakes them upside down then pats my feet down. I giggle a bit, however soon ended when he rips my jacket off. That same deafening rip I heard when Trevor accidently ripped my shirt. This man literally tore and ripped my jacket off. I yelp, then he roughly pats me down again, when he got to my jeans he pushes me hard into the couch then get on top of me then rips my jeans from the front button and zipper and roughly snatches them off of my legs and then vise grips me and pats me down wear my Spiderman underwear is and the grasps my boy parts, I started breaking down.
He gets off of me then yells, "Get yer A_ in that kitchen and stay there!"
I ran as I start to cry, I ran in the kitchen and hug my knees under the table as I cry tears. It was moments later I heard him yelling. I couldn't really tell what he said; my crying was over running my ears. I feel so violated, I mean how can he just touch me and tear up my clothes like that? It soon occurred to me, that he just might kill me if I don't behave. The floor felt so cold, I was rocking back and forth, tried comforting myself from this unacceptable behavior that he has.
It was about a couple minutes later he came in the kitchen, he had a rueful guilt face on he sits cross legged and says in sincerity, "Look kiddo, I'm sorry fo' hurtin' ye like that. I feel really really bad. Here, take it as a peace offerin'" then he gets out a brown one foot teddy with a blue bow on it and a small bowl of peanut butter and chocolate mini cups. He slides them under the table where I was. "I swer' I won' hurt ye like that again." He gives me a light reassuring smile, "Ready to see yer room buddy?" he gently reaches out to me with an open palm. I take and hug the bear tightly, and then though I was hesitant with his hand, it seems he was sorry, so, I take my hand and put it into his huge chaliced hand.
He smiles then says, "That's my boy." Then he carefully scoops me up from under the table and carries me upstairs. He goes into a room then sets me down, here ya go, ye like yer room?" I look around, there was a kid's dresser, a naptime cot, the cot had some clothes on it, the floor was tan carpeting, and there was a plastic kids table up against the corner with plastic chairs and coloring stuff.
The window had wooden planks on it, the moon light shot bullet sized lights into the room.
It defiantly wasn't fancy living, but I lie, "I like it mister, it's very nice and basic."
"Ok buddy get washed up and dressed fo' bed time."
"Ok Mister."
"But first, sit on the corner edge of the table please?"
"Ok mister." I walk then sit on the edge, my legs fall on either side. Then he crouches down and whipped out an old polaroid camera. Then he snaps a photo, "Ok buddy, go get clean."
"Ok Mister." Why did I have to get my picture taken? I went into the bathroom, the bathroom had light blue toilet, tub, and counter with white tile on the floor and wall. The bathroom was very tiny. I disrobed my Spiderman briefs, red tee and socks. I saw red marks from burn rub, when he ripped my clothes off. He was very rough when he got mad. It scared me to death, and I wasn't gonna get hurt, so, I stick with my flow plan. I hope that I get out alive that way. I go to the bathroom then start bathing. The only shampoo he had was strawberry scented shampoo, with a matching conditioner. I hear him knocking on the door, I jump a bit, "Don't ferget to clean usin' the soap shampoo and conditioner got it?"
"Yes Mister." I reply
"A'right then."
I kept wrapping up the man's features and trying to figure out if I knew him. This man stood about 6 feet, he was very burly, he had strong arms, he was about 38 years old, Caucasian, Tennessee native, he had hairy arms, his hair was intact and thriving in color brunette, he had hair on his arms, and he was clean shaven except the 6 o'clock shadow. He had on an orange and yellow vest; I think he works in construction. Then I face palm myself, there was a construction site near Teddy's barbeque, I never knew nothin' was suspicious. He saw me at Teddy's and then I became his target, "Oh Man!" I accidently slip out. "What's wrong Christepher?" he says.
I need to think quick, "I accidently spilled some bathwater on the floor, I'll clean it up I promise."
"A'right then."
I need to be careful what I say. I don't know what can tick him off. After I get done cleaning myself I dry myself off then put the towel over my waist. I grab my clothes then walk out. I saw him in the bedroom that I would be sleeping in go in and he says, "I'll take those, you just put on the clothes on the bed ok?"
"I nod and he takes my clothes and heads out, I take the towel off and one by one I put on the nightwear. It was small kids' briefs, like blue's clues it looks like. The briefs were tight around me, it was defiantly not loose, it literally covered my boy parts, butt, and an inch or two of my waist. Then I slid on a baby blue tee shirt. It only covered to my waist, then a matching pair of sleep shorts, it went down to my mid-thigh. The shirt and shorts were very comfortable, like any other pajamas; soft as a newly groomed puppy. Then there was a pair of baby blue fleece crew socks. I actually kind of liked it. The pajamas and socks, they were very comfortable. It was however babyish, but, babyish doesn't dominate comfort.
Then five minutes later this guy comes up and sits on my cot. "Com' here buddy, gonna tell you a bedtime story."
I didn't want to get him mad so I hopped on his lap, and then he starts telling me some fantasy story, I didn't know what it was about cause I was too busy being uncomfortable as he keeps rubbing my thighs and stomach, oh how I wanted to refuse. However I knew what would probably happen if I protested it. Then after his hour long story I start to almost drift asleep. He takes off my glasses then tucks me in then kisses my cheek and said, "Go'nite buddy, get som' shut eye." Then walks out and locks the door. He's nice one moment and snaps the next. He's trying to be a father or something? What was this guy's problem?
