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-The Youngest Writer.
CHAPTER 2-THE FIRST DAY
~Three Days~
I was scared to open my eyes when I woke up to a blank wall. Back home we had posters of Elvis, The Rolling Stones, The Sex Pistols, The Everly Brothers. These walls were blank. I gulped and slowly turned over, but the chair the woman sat in last night was empty. I took a big breath of relief, thankful I was alone. But I shuttered, wondering: Did I have a nightmare? I couldn't have. I didn't wake up in cold sweat. I shivered, feeling a cold breeze from the hallway.
Did I dare leave the bed? I didn't want to, it was warm and I didn't know what would happen to me if I left the room. Still, this was my chance to escape. I tip-toed out of the room, my toes nearly frozen from touching the cold floor, but I didn't care. I looked down the hallway, not seeing anyone present so I continued to tip-toe down the long hallway, until I froze, nearly screaming when a large hand was planted on my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" I turned around to see Rex. He was still dressed in the faded blue jeans and red shirt from yesterday. He didn't look too happy knowing I was out of the room. I tried to think of a reason as to why I'm out of my room. I shivered.
"B-Bathroom." I lied.
Rex harshly pulled me down the opposite end of the hall back to "my room" one door to the left, he pushed open, startling me and pointed inside. Inside was a normal bathroom with a toilet, mirror, sink and a white claw tub.
"Go." He ordered. I bit my lip, nodding as I slowly walked in, jumping when he slammed the door behind me. I looked around for a window but sighed in defeat not seeing one. I waited a minute or two before flushing the toilet, acting as if I hadn't lied to Rex, washed my hands and slowly opened the door. Sure enough, he was standing outside with his arms crossed, still not pleased.
"Come." He ordered, yanking me by the arm.
"Let go! You're hurting me!" I yelped, it was true, he had a tough grip on my arm and I felt that with him dragging me, and me trying to keep up, he was going to rip out my arm out of it's socket. Rex turned around, glaring at me, sending shivers down my spine. He was a tall man so he had to crouch down some to get to my level. He kept a nasty grip on my arm as he came face-to-face to me.
"You still haven't called me 'Father' yet. I'm slightly hurt, Michael." He hissed. "Call me 'Dad', Michael."
I couldn't believe his request. Never will I call him that title! I cried in pain as he started to twist my arm. "One little pop and I've done my job. Better hurry, I'm not a patient man." Rex smirked. I felt a burning pain in my arm and when I couldn't take anymore of it, I felt my pride slowly shatter as I screamed:
"Stop, Dad! Stop it, please!" I cried.
He laughed, loudly, "Just for kicks and giggles, call me, 'Daddy', Michael."
I screamed in pain as he twisted my arm some more. "Ow! Stop it, Daddy!" I cried, feeling any pride in myself slowly diminish. He laughed, letting go of my arm as I clutched it close to my body, rubbing it with my other arm, crying.
"Rex, why is that boy crying?!" I looked up to see the woman from last night. She was dressed now, she wore a puffy black dress with white polka-dots and a nice pearl necklace with pearl earrings. Looking around, I noticed art pictures and even a small fountain in the wall of the hallway. I could already tell this was a nicer house. She rushed to my side, looking at the marks Rex made in my arm, you could see his whole hand-print from where he gripped me. She 'tisked' and placed a hand on the back of my back, leading me from the hallway, I was surprised to see we walked in a circular motion, underneath us my jaw dropped seeing a three-tiered working fountain on the bottom floor of the two-story house. The pain in my arm slowly went away when the woman sat me in a chair, gently pressing a bag of ice to my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Michael. Dad likes to rough house. He should know my Michael is sensitive." She cooed, brushing away at my hair. I jerked my head away from her touch.
"Are you hungry, Michael? You must be, you went to bed without dinner." She replied, walking to the large stove and starting a fire. I turned to look around for an exit, but once again the kitchen had one doorway and she was standing next to it. I grumbled looking around the room. With the kitchen there was an attached dining room with a large window. I was given a painstakingly scary and beautiful view of Tulsa's country side. Miles of green, grassy rolling hills from hear on yonder. The sky was a haze blue and wisps of clouds started to form. Without looking at the clock, I could tell it was maybe a few minutes before sunrise.
Oh God. Sunrise! Darry and Sodapop must be so worried about me. I felt the ice bag being removed from me and I looked up to see the woman, she continued to check out my arm.
"Does it hurt still?" She asked.
I was too frightened to talk to her. I don't know why I even bothered, all I ever said to her went ignored. I shook my head, my arm healed pretty fast thanks to the coolness of the ice. She smiled gently, turning away to a small door next to the pantry. Opening it, she pulled out a warm coat, it looked to be a few sizes bigger than me, but she helped me put it on. It was a warm jacket, a dark blue with pockets in the front. Judging by how much money these people probably had, I could tell this jacket was something a Soc would wear. I didn't care though, it was warm and comforting.
"How about pancakes for my Michael this morning?" The woman smiled, kissing me on the cheek, staining it with her red lipstick. She turned to dish me up and I whipped the make-up off my face. It irritated me when she did that. I hated it when this woman, this stranger, kissed me. It felt like a violation and, for the millionth time, scared me.
She smiled watching me gobble down the food. Kidnapped or not, I was starving. The fluffy pancakes had butter and syrup, no edges were burnt and there was a little bit of batter in the middle of each pancake, leaving me a gooey surprise.
I looked up, realizing I must have looked like a pig eating so quickly. But what did I care? These people held me captive.
The woman giggled, reaching out to me, I tried to sink back, but her arm just kept coming closer, she held a napkin in her hand. I winced, closing my eyes but to my surprise she used the napkin to wipe the side of my mouth that was stained with syrup, unbeknownst to me. I gazed up at her. Today she had her hair tied up in small curls and a messy bun, her eyelashes were a dark black and her eyeliner was bold. She could be mistaken for those models I saw in the California Beach Movies. She was beautiful now that I got a better look at her.
"Michael, do you like the food?" She smiled.
I gently set my fork and knife down, "It's. . . .good." I mumbled, trying not to make eye contact with her. My eyes widened as I heard a pair of boots clomping their way towards me and in the window I could see Rex's reflection. I tensed up, thinking he was coming back to hurt me.
"Mom's cookin' was always the best, eh, Michael?" He laughed, patting my head roughly. I was shocked, these people talked to me like I'm really their son. I don't know if I should be scared, or feel pity.
"Leave him alone, Rexie, he's eating." The woman lightly scolded, brushing him off of me, thank God.
"Good, kid needs meat on his bones. Ain't no son of mine a scrawny chicken." Rex sat down next to me, I can't say I was more comfortable with that idea.
"He's a growing boy, dear." The woman smiled, tapping my arm. "He's not going to grow large over night. It takes time."
Rex smirked, nudging me as if I were his best pal and he had a secret to tell me. "We know one thing that does grow over-night." I nearly gagged at the profanity he spoke of, it sounded something Two-Bit would say. Remembering Two-bit, Darry, Soda and even Steve made my stomach flip. I wanted to go home. I could hear Rex laugh loudly when he saw me try and wipe away any tears I had forming.
"What's wrong with you?" He laughed.
I glared, "Well, I was kidnapped." I spat. Rex stopped laughing and gave me a serious frown, when he stood up I felt my heart race a million miles an hour as he towered over me.
"What did I hear?" He asked, as if he had no idea what I had just said. He slammed his hands on the table, startling me.
"ANSWER ME!" He obviously had an anger problem and I stuttered, "N-Nothing, D-Dad." Anything to get this guy to stop yelling at me, I'll tell them anything they want to hear. I figured as long as I could gain their trust, then that might give me an opportunity to escape. I gulped as the dead-silence lingered over the table and Rex slowly sat down. He kept his eyes on me while I quickly finished the breakfast the lady cooked for me. When I went to stand up to put my dish in the sink, Rex stopped me, yanking the plate and fork out of my hand.
"You smell." Rex growled. He nodded to the woman and she stood up, gently guiding me by placing both hands on my arms, leading me out of the room. I went back into a panic mode when the lady took me into a bathroom. It was fairly big, not like the one I went in earlier. This bath had a grey deep tub with wood finishing on the walls. I gulped, slowly turning around.
"I didn't get your name." I spoke, trying to stall her.
She looked up, her curls bounced at her every move. "I'm your mother." God, she sounded like a robot! I took a deep breath. "What's your real name. . . Mom." It hurt to call her that, she and Rex didn't deserve the title as parents.
She laughed, "You Silly. Before I met your father my name was Chrissy Haman. Now, I'm your Mummy." With that, she kissed my forehead, sliding my shirt off of me, or at least tempted to try.
"No!" I screamed. My insecurities and the fact that I would rather die than have a grown woman look at me naked. I wasn't ready for girls to see me yet, hell, I got nervous looking at myself in the mirror. Soda was lean and muscular and Darry was all muscle while I was stuck with baby-fat.
Chrissy just smiled, "It's nothing I haven't seen, Michael."
My eyes widened and fear kept tapping at my shoulder. Did this woman look at me while I was unconscious?! I prayed she hadn't. She resumed to try and take off my shirt and I fought her every step of the way, she hadn't gotten it over my head before she huffed. I knew I was acting like a two-year-old, but anything to keep her from looking at my body.
"Should I get Daddy in here and he'll do it?" She threatened. I paled. She knew how much that man scared me, but she had the Gaul to use him as a weapon. Rex was the last person I wanted to undress me, so I kept quiet and didn't fight her. I whimpered when she took off my pants, the same ones I slept in and were dirty. She just chuckled.
"Oh, Michael, you really are shy, huh? My shy baby-boy?" She nuzzled me and I shivered once she took off my pants. I was left in nothing but my briefs. She put her hands on her hips, as if she were scolding me. I was desperate and hot tears left my eyes as I tried to cover myself, looking up at her.
"Please, I'm begging you, don't make me undress myself anymore." I sobbed. She tossed my clothes into a basket and proceeded to sternly look at me, folding her arms. Before I could plead her once more,she had hauled me to my feet and swatted my rear-end, I yelped in pain.
"I don't like you sitting in nothing but your underwear, child. It's an easy way to get a cold. Now strip Michael, I'm done with the games." she firmly commanded. I noticed the door was closed and probably locked so I had no chance of escaping, I was afraid that if I stripped down to nothing but my skin, than she'd harm me in ways I didn't want to think of. I felt my bottom lip quiver as I felt her grip the liner of my briefs and take them off. I was absolutely humiliated being stark-naked in front of a stranger (and possibly one of my kidnappers). I had been seen naked before by my mother, she used to hand wash me till I was seven (god, I thought my brothers would never let it go) but this was nothing!
I stood helpless, watching her fill the tub with warm, steaming water, adding some sort of soap that crated bubbles.
"A little old for a bubble bath, don't you think?" I muttered, tears still falling form my irritated eyes. I was so sick of crying. She smiled and told me to hop in, at least she didn't touch me.
I shivered, being out in the cold air did get to me and the warmth of the water was plentiful. I tried to shy away when I saw her grab a bar of soap and a washcloth but she took a grime grip on the back of my neck, forcing me to retreat closer to her. I hadn't noticed how dirty I actually was until I noticed all the dirt she whipped off of my arms, my back and my chest. I yanked the washcloth out of her hands and washed my private areas before she could even think about doing that. As much as I hated it, I let her scrub all the grease out of my hair and wash behind my ears. As much as I hated this woman for taking away any hope I had of her helping me escape, she was gentle. She talked soothing, comforting words, reassuring me that I was alright and I'd be fine. But I didn't believe her. All I did was hope Darry and Soda were closer to finding me.
After a humiliating experience of being forcibly stripped and bathed, Chrissy had applied lotion to my arms, hands and neck before fetching me a soft, warm towel that felt fresh from the dryer. I hated to admit it, but I was still slightly crying from all of this.
She pressed her cool, soft hands to my cheeks, "Don't cry, Michael. Let's get you into some clothes."
She led me back to the room I had woken up earlier in, the large towel wrapped securely around me. She closed the door and told me to sit on the bed. First she opened the window to let some air inside while she searched the dresser for some clothes. At this point, I didn't care if I had nothing but a towel on me, I wanted to hop out of the window and run.
She came back with a pair of clothes. She set them on the bed next to me, I noticed they were nice clothes that lots of Socs wore: Nice pants with good stitching, a red and black madras shirt and she had even chosen my socks and underwear. I gulped, looking up at her. She smiled and nodded.
"N-no, please." I begged, I was tired of begging, it got me no where, but I figured if I did it a lot, then they'd stop because I was annoying or something. ANYTHING.
"Towel off." She softly replied. I would rather she see me not naked, but earlier that obviously wasn't a choice. If I could get past with her seeing me naked once than that was still a win. She didn't move, just held out her hand, waiting for me to hand over the towel. I did so and she smiled, leaving to toss the towel away, I scrambled to put on at least the underwear so she wouldn't have to. When she came back, I was putting on the last sock.
"That was fast." She laughed.
I nervously smiled back, you have no idea, Lady.
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-The Youngest Writer.