Hello there, stranger, My name is Tyler.
Wait a sec, let me think about where I should start this.
Please be patient, because I really need to get this off my chest, as I have nobody else to hear me out. Please read for a while at least.
The story begins after I got adopted by my foster mom Valarie with my two other friends Kyle and Millie at the local Catholic orphanage, where conditions were 'shitty' and the people were even shittier', so we were overjoyed when we saw her arrive. To me, the way her orange eyes sparkled, she looked like an angel as she offered her slender hand to us with a sweet smile plastered on her face, giving me hope of a better future away from here.
Shortly afterwards when all the paperwork was done we went to live with her,
To be honest
Most days were great, but others were not as great as Valarie used to be. Umm, what can I say a bit 'physical' if any of us did anything that
annoyed her, for example, by making noise during her afternoon nap or trying to enter her 'office'; sometimes she has what she calls adult business when she brings people in at night.
of either gender, and they would be 'gone' before me or the others woke up which we all found strange.
Millie and Kyle didn't like her violent tendencies with us or the fact she never told us her job and especially her late nights out, so they would voice out their complaints to Valerie in vain, but I stayed quiet because I was okay with our arrangement, which created distance in our relationship as the wanted to know more about Valarie.
On Sundays Valarie used to take Millie and Kyle with her to her church but I would stay home cause I became an atheist cause of my experience at the orphanage but Millie and Kyle still had faith and tried encouraging me multiple times to go with them or check Valarie's office while they were out but I refused every time , which created more distance between us. Later, when they came back, she would go to her room and tell us not to disturb her nap or anything else.
Then one fateful day I regretted not going with them on their usual routine with Valerie to church, and when she returned, they were not with her.
Which prompted me to ask where they were, but she told me they went back to the orphanage.
Because they told her they didn't like staying here and wanted a new foster parent, I knew they didn't like Valerie, but to leave me behind even though I knew we weren't on the best terms seemed a bit cruel to me.
So I asked Valarie to allow me to call them so I could talk to them, but she refused, saying they didn't want to talk to me. After a few weeks of pestering and accepting her fury, she finally gave in and gave me a chance to video call, but to make it snappy. When I saw them, my heart was filled with joy, but they felt distant when they talked, and what I didn't want them to say
was said by them, and they hung up on me.
before I could say anything more.
I tried calling back so many times, hearing it ring for a while, then cutting, and it made tears swell up in his eyes. He lowered his head to hide his face, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He then landed on the phone while repeating the same words.
"Why"
"Why"
"Why"
Then all of a sudden he felt a hard strike to his cheek, then he covered his hurt cheek with his hand, then looked up, and so Valarie, with a look of utter disgust, grabbed her phone, then, with a hint of disgust, said, "Ewww, you got snot on my phone, dumbass, then she turned to look at him and said, "Stop crying now, go wash your face."
Then she left the room, not giving me the comfort I expected from her or the sweet voice that made me feel better on my bad days.
The truth that hit me made me numb; even the strike at my cheek could not be felt.
The following months that followed were literal hell for me. Valarie's personality went a complete 180°, and her skin became paler. Even with this, he hoped the angel he once knew would come back.
But he didn't wait for that.
So he started finishing his chores early in the hope of reducing her temper. His plan did work out to a degree, but despite it, she was still angry. In fear of being taken back to the orphanage, he added workouts to his daily routine.
After a while of exercising, improvement in my physique was noticeable, and even now Valarie is looking at me weirdly, which makes me uncomfortable.
Proceeding every day like this was now manageable, then on a certain day, Valerie
called me while I was exercising downstairs, then I hurriedly climbed the stairs in fear of her temper.
From where the voice came from, it sounded like it came from the bathroom, so I thought, "Toilet must be clogged again." Then I turned the knob without hesitation. What I found shook me to my core. Valarie was in nothing but a towel with her hair tied up and the whole room filled with steam. The thing about her that really terrified him were her eyes of a ghoulish yellow that had a lustful gaze that pierced his soul. He was dumb struck, and his thoughts were everywhere.
They were brought back to focus when he heard her light footsteps inching closer and closer. His heart beat rapidly the more she approached him.
He desperately wanted to run, but he was frozen in place, and then what he dreaded came.
She was standing right in front of him with little space. Then she looked slightly up because I was taller than her. Then she moved her lips towards my ear and whispered,"You have gotten so big, Tyler." Then she bit my ear softly. At that, I tried backing away slowly, but she pushed me to the floor and sat on top of me, looking at me like a ravenous fiend with a crazed look on her face and her naked body exposed. When she dropped the towel, now showing her pale curvy figure in full view, she brought her face close to mine and said, "You belong to me now"". What came next revolted me: a long, sloppy French kiss, which brought tears to his eyes. Even though he was bigger and stronger, he couldn't do anything for some reason; his strength was gone. Then everything became dark for Tyler, and he didn't know what happened next.
In a heavy sweat, he woke up and looked at his surroundings and knew this wasn't his room but Valarie's. Then he turned to his left, and Valarie was there nude and saw was he. Then he realized it was not a dream but reality. What transpired was that he swiftly came out of bed and went to the bathroom. Upon his arrival, he reached the sink and violently puked because of the trauma he experienced.
As he cleans his mouth and decides to leave the room, he takes a glimpse of her face, and now he truly never saw the angel he once knew. Silently, he opens the door, not to awaken her, and leaves.
The next day, he tried to report Valarie for her actions, but nobody believed him because she was known as the saint of the community, and she told them it was just a rebellious phase.
When he returned home with her, he was severely punished, leaving marks on his body and chunks of hair on from his head.
The satisfaction she derived from this was plainly expressed on her face, and she abruptly told him that he was stuck with her, whether he liked it or not. This brought a seed of fear into his mind.
So the following several months, he did what Valarie wanted of him, even though it revolted him, but after a while, he felt numb, as if accepting his fate day after day. He put up with Valarie's carnal desires.
Until he got fed up with this lifestyle and wanted to leave all the painful memories behind in that house, Millie, Kyle, and Valerie just wanted to run, but security was high for kids because of the orphanage's proximity to the area, so running away wasn't an option.
So he wanted to find help, but the only hope he had was online, but he didn't have a phone, and Valarie always had a has on her, and the neighbors thought he was an ungrateful liar, so he couldn't ask them or the beefy guy Valarie took to her office.
That's right! her office.
His only way online was Valaria's office; there was probably a computer in there, so now his plan was set. During the day, he followed his routine and gave Valarie's her daily dose of stress relief, even though he was appalled. He was happy today but tried his best to hide it from her. Then, patiently, he waited for her to leave for the grocery store for rubber, and after a while, he sprang into action and went to pick the lock of the office.
He was sweating bullets as he was running out of time before she returned, as he was repeatedly failing to pick it open. Every sound he heard outside made his heart skip a beat, and his mind started playing tricks on him, making him hear footsteps. As his anxiety was reaching its peak, a click was heard, and he could finally open the door.
As he turned the handle, what he saw inside made his blood run cold, bodies upon bodies piled on top of each other, drained of their blood.
So many symbols and blood stains on the walls, just by looking at them, made his skin feel as if something was crawling on it. All these were illuminated by the dim candles lit in the room, making it all more ominous.
He kept on trying to hold his lunch until he saw a boy and a girl he happened to recognize.
Millie and Kyle went over to his deceased friend's side and brought them together.
"No no no no no no no no no!" Then he sobbed his eyes out while holding his friends bodies, ignoring their scent. Then he heard a rustling of chains from the distant darkness, and a gruntled voice came from it.
"Hey kid, come help me out."