The Master Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...
Dr. Hadrian Sheridan Rawsone awoke in the middle of the night finding himself in bed with his beloved wife Julia. He was confused about the missing days and events that he couldn't recall but Julia had insisted that he was probably just exhausted. She filled him in on the strangeness of what happened to him ever since he'd awoken. He found it hard to believe that Alexei Ivan Bortnik had been responsible for much of the troubles going on. She'd even gone so far as to tell him that it was Alexei that kidnapped him from work in the first place and eventually got him shot. Hadrian couldn't believe what he was hearing. All that time he had tried to help the boy and he took it upon himself to bring him harm and grief. It was a crushing blow to the good doctor to know that Alexei had turned out so wrong when he'd been pulled inexplicably from his case. He saw great potential in the lad when they first met. He was quite timid and only ever spoke to him when in the confines of the mental hospital.
Hadrian sighed as he slowly climbed out of bed and ventured toward the bathroom. His body felt incredibly heavy and his cock ached something fierce as if he'd been participating in a sexual marathon for weeks straight. He managed to reach the bathroom despite the pain and walked up to the toilet bowl. His cock twitched some before he was able to relax enough to urinate as an odd feeling washed over him. He found it difficult to shake the feeling that something was off about what Julia had told him. He had known Alexei since he was fourteen years old, he wasn't the type to do any of those things. The more he thought on it, the more it bothered him that there was something missing from the picture that Julia was trying to paint of the timid boy he had been forced to abandon as a result of being pulled off his case.
Hadrian finished up at the toilet and moved over to the sink where he washed his hands and stared down into the running water. The steady flow of it and the sound seemed to carry him away as he stood there getting lost in the wave of memories that hit him one after the other. He recalled staring at a sink before, he'd been younger of course. The water seemed to have been endless as he watched it swirl and rush down the silver colored drain. The scent of jasmine caught his attention and a few candles burning in the distance. He balled his fists as he heard the voice of a woman, an older woman much older than him ordering him to come back into the darkened bedroom where she'd been laying.
His stomach was in knots. The feeling of disgust and bile rose in the back of his throat as he recalled being naked, his cock larger than most of him was greatly aroused and felt heavy as he stood staring at the water in the sink. He didn't like it. The disgust seemed to get worse by the second. He didn't like that she could make his cock hard and it seemed to have a mind of it's own as it beckoned to return to her and the wet warm place between her thighs that he'd long dreaded venturing.
She smelled of cigarette smoke and tasted like ash when she made him kiss her. It was a disgusting taste that made him gag whenever he thought about it. His heart beat wildly within the confines of his chest as he attempted to compose himself. He didn't want to go in that dark room, he knew what she'd make him do once he had, but he couldn't escape her. She was the only one in the house and no one else cared what happened to him aside from her.
"HADRIAN!" she shouted growing impatient.
More fear filled him as he'd known what happened when she got angry and impatient.
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The Master Bathroom, The Old Rawsone Residence, Frémont, Oregon....(1970)
The lad slowly made his way into the darkened bedroom and even in the semi darkness he could see her body naked before his very eyes and stretched out in the center of the enormous bed she spent most of her nights sleeping in. Her sagging breasts were the first thing he noticed, the hardness of her nipples was evident the closer he got as a result of the cold breeze that filled the room. Her long flowing blonde locks were curled and draped past her shoulders. Her cold blue eyes glared at him showing the brunt of her impatience. Reluctantly, he reached the edge of the bed and she pulled him close slapping him across the face and leaving it read and stinging.
"What took you so long!?" she growled. "I've been waiting and you know I don't like to be kept waiting!"
The lad didn't say a word as his face stung and began to swell like the tears that he kept at bay fearful of what she'd do if she saw them.
"You heard me calling you, Stupid Boy." she growled.
He continued to stare into her face, which was lovely by all accounts, but aged due to her over use of make-up which was definitely covering her face now, drinking, and smoking. Her breath smelled of booze and her body of cigarette smoke and something else. The lad watched as she lied back amid the silken pink covered pillows and spread her legs wide before his eyes. He saw her breasts shift and the equally blonde hairs part revealing the slick pinkness that seemed to ooze the longer it had been exposed to the open air.
"You've made me wait for so long, now you have to use your tongue to get me back in the mood." she demanded.
The lad felt the bile in the back of his throat rise once again. He didn't dare hesitate as she'd only strike him again and he climbed onto the bed, his cock, the treacherous thing seemed to throb the moment his dark eyes peered at the pink slickness that beckoned to him. Like so many times before, he crawled between her thighs and began to lap at the softness causing her to moan out loud and wrap her legs around his neck and head. He could feel her running her fingers through his slick dark hair and felt the wetness on his face as he continued pleasing her the way she demanded.
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The Master Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado...
Julia Rawsone tossed and turned in her sleep feeling the pressure of something between her thighs as she attempted to make sense of the odd sensation of warm wetness that continued to stir her from her slumber. She was trying her best to ignore it, but the vivid sensation had taken hold of her weary mind and she was once more transported back to that awful place she'd visited for a party when she was just sixteen years old. She could see the thick dark green wallpaper that lined the wooden walls of the frat house and hear the noises of the people down below sounding as if they were elephants on stampede as they rough housed and drank together with the loud music. She'd long buried the awful memories of that night deep within her subconscious and here they were rising to the surface again.
She recalled the heat from between her thighs and the lapping of Rhett Davis' tongue in his attempts to stimulate her enough to take advantage while the drink had ahold of her mind and his efforts controlled her body. She felt the same node of panic as the bastard kept licking her below the waistline where she had been much too terrified of having any man venture even her own husband in much the same manner due to the flashbacks from Rhett.
The panic seemed to increase and she suddenly opened her eyes and unlike during that time when she was young, involuntarily intoxicated and afraid, she was angry and disgusted as an adult and violently slapped the bastard with all her might causing him to fall backwards off the bed and onto the floor.
Julia took note of her surroundings and found that she'd been back in the master bedroom of her home with Hadrian, the man she elected to marry whom had raised twin daughters with her. She was quite shocked when she found herself glaring at a confused and visibly terrified Hadrian Rawsone whom had been the one on the floor in place of the ghost of teenaged Rhett Davis that haunted the darkest recesses of her wary mind.
"H-HADRIAN!?" she exclaimed unsure what to think as he simply looked back at her as confused and wounded as she'd been in that moment. "What the hell were you thinking?, you know I don't like that sort of thing and you know why."
"I'm sorry." he said terrified. "I don't know why I did that...I...I'm so stupid....I...I can't do anything right...I...I'm stupid..."
Julia was confused by his words unsure if he even knew where he was in that moment.
"Hadrian?" she said slowly approaching him.
"I'm sorry." he said visibly shaken. "I'm sorry....I can't do anything right...I'm sorry I'm so stupid..."
"Hadrian, what's wrong with you?" Julia asked fully concerned now.
He moved away from her when she tried to touch him his expression of terror unwavering as he scrambled to his feet.
"I'm so sorry Hadrian I didn't mean to hit you." she said recalling that she'd slapped him quite hard in fact.
Hadrian blinked the image of the older blonde woman before him again reaching out her hand caused him to tremble.
He swiftly avoided her touching him and seemed to bolt out of the room and down the stairs. Julia was terrified of what he'd do as she rushed out after him. Hadrian was still wearing his suit slacks and the same white shirt he had when Alexei Bortnik had been there. She was in her bathrobe, a pink fluffy one that she had not worn in quite some time.
"HADRIAN WATCH OUT FOR THE CARS!" she shouted terrified that he'd run out into the middle of the street and be hit.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" he shouted still terrified. "STAY AWAY!"
Hadrian was getting dangerously close to traffic despite being on foot and she was at her wit's end when a man suddenly came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground away from the street and pinning him with all his strength as she approached.
"Colin!" she said relieve to see her father in law for the first time. "Thank goodness you arrived."
"Get off me!" growled Hadrian. "I don't wanna go back to her."
"Settle down boy." said Colin as he sighed.
"NO!" shouted Hadrian like a petulant child as he struggled to get out from beneath his father's hold. "YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME OLD BASTARD!"
"I said settle down!" insisted Colin digging his knee into Hadrian's back as he pinned him to the ground.
"I'LL TELL!" growled Hadrian as he continued to struggle. "I'LL TELL MOMMY WHAT YOU DID WITH THAT SLUT AT THE PARTY!"
Colin was taken aback for a few moments. Julia noted the expression on his face and it made her curious.
"What is he talking about?" she asked with an arched brow.
"An affair that happened a long time ago." said Colin. "He was eight years old....and he wondered about the house claiming he was playing hide n seek with his imaginary friend when he caught myself and the woman I was having an affair with in a compromising position."
"YOU HIT ME!" growled Hadrian angrily. "I'M TELLING MOMMY!"
"Hadrian I didn't know." said Colin seemingly on the verge of tears. "She only told me about it after we broke up... she threw it in my face."
"What didn't you know?" asked Julia confused.
Colin sighed as he met Julia's eyes.
"When I left, I was furious and drunk off my arse." said Colin. "I didn't think anything of leaving him there...he was crying after all and I couldn't take it...."
Julia quickly got a sense that she wasn't going to like this story.
"What did that woman do?" she asked her voice growing dark and enraged in an instant.
"I only knew about it after we stopped seeing each other." Colin insisted. "I didn't think she'd be so sick as to harm a child."
"What did she do to my husband Colin?" asked Julia narrowing her eyes at him.
"She was bad." said Hadrian sounding every bit like a little kid. "She was really really bad Mommy."
Colin noted that Hadrian had calmed down.
"I'm so sorry." he said. "I didn't know."
"Tell me what happened." demanded Julia.
"The girl I was seeing, her name was Rita." admitted Colin. "She and I were an on and off thing for a while....I was messed up during those days, one of my boys was in the grave and Hadrian was a constant reminder of my worst mistake....I hit the bottle heavy and cheated on his mother frequently....he was only eight when he found out the first time...."
"I'm sorry." said Hadrian still in the same childlike voice. "I didn't want to be bad....I didn't want to be bad....but she...said I was bad and bad boys are suppose to be punished...I didn't want to."
Colin looked to have been on the verge of tears.
"I broke up with Rita and she targeted my son." admitted Colin. "She assaulted him that night when I left the room."
Julia sighed hearing it for herself for the first time.
"So you are saying, this twisted bitch you use to screw decided to rape my husband, who was a child at the time to get back at you?" she said enraged. "You are a bastard Colin Winters."
"It's not something I'm proud of." insisted Colin.
"This explains so much." said Julia looking at her husband with pity beyond measure. "Oh Hadrian....why didn't you ever talk to anyone about this?"
Hadrian looked at his father once more.
"Nobody believes a bad boy, a no good brat." he said as if quoting something told to him.
Julia looked over at the face Colin made and how he turned pale the moment Hadrian repeated the words back to her. She knew he was the one that told him this and it made her sick to look upon him.
"Julia I was a different person then, a stupid selfish one." reasoned Colin his voice cracking.
"Well here's your chance to atone for the mistakes you've made with your son." said Julia. "We are taking him to see Maureen and you are going to tell her everything that happened between you and that odd woman and your son so that she can get him the treatment he deserves."
"Whatever helps make this right." agreed Colin wholeheartedly. "Haye, I'm so sorry."
"I don't...feel so good." said Hadrian before passing out as Colin managed to catch him and throw him over his shoulder.
{"It won't be long now...."} said a voice from within.
{"No fair you tricked me Lonnie, you made me hurt him."} said the child like voice that seemed to fade.