Ch 8. Waking up with a stranger
Puck awoke the next morning with a pounding headache and something warm and heavy laying across his care chest. Soon he discovered the warm weight across his chest was someone's arm. Whoever the arm belonged to was buried deep under the covers next to Puck.
"God was the fuck did I do last night?" Puck thought to himself.
This was not the first time Puck had woken up with a stranger in his bed. Nor was it the first time of not knowing what had occurred the night before.
Puck tried to search his brains for the answer of what the hell had happened last night. He could sort of remember Sam and him getting in his truck. After that everything else was a blur.
"God those pain killers must have really done a number on me. I can't remember shit, except Sam and driving. Wait Sam! Oh shit please tell me that's not Sam!" Puck's thoughts were screaming at him.
The arm that was on Puck's chest began to move. Puck froze internally freaking out. The arm began to massage Puck's chest. Puck just laid there not quite knowing what to do.
"mmm… You were such a good boy last night. So will to play, so compliant to my wishes. We had so much fun. Even you enjoyed yourself. See if you just behaved like that all the time I wouldn't have to keep breaking my favorite toy." The stranger's voice said sleepily from under the covers.
Puck sprang up into a sitting position on the bed causing the arm to roll into his lap. A sharp shot through Puck's lower back in protest of the sudden movement.
Images of last night starting rushing through Puck's head. Him getting out of the truck, his dad in the living room, lots and lots of beer, his dad hugging instead of hitting him, then being led into the bathroom.
" . . NO! Puck screamed in his brain. More images flashed through his brain. His father pressing his lips to his, his father rubbing his hands up and down, all over Puck's body.
Puck began to rock back and forth on the bed cradling his head. The images were hazy, but still distinguishable Puck just wanted the memories of last night to stop, but the images kept coming.
Images of Puck's father laying on top of him. Puck's own body betraying him and reacting to the evil bastards touches. Then the clothes coming off. Puck asking his father to stop this, his father replying with you know you want this. Puck being to weak to fight off his father' s advances.
Puck was snapped back into reality by his father's hand rubbing his thigh through the blanket. Puck scrambled from his bed. Tumbling to the floor as the blanket got caught around his legs.
Puck screamed as the pain from his lower back shot through him once again.
His father sat up on the bed glaring at Puck. Puck realizing he was naked grabbed the first pair of shorts he saw wincing as he out them on. He darted up the stairs and out of his house.