Chapter 15-2
Sex In The Rain
Part 3
Even now, I continue to feel sorry for my mother, considering she has had to endure having Jim as her husband. It is beyond my understanding why she remained in a relationship with him, enduring his abusive behavior, rather than seeking a divorce. Perhaps that is the reason why I intentionally stimulated her - so that she could have the opportunity to feel loved by someone. I carried out the action, acknowledging my uncertainty and questioning the morality of my decision. Even later on, when my friends came over and they stimulated her and had sex with her.
As I struggled to speak, my trembling lips out loud conveyed my intention to let God handle the situation, while my fingers, also trembling, typed the same sentiment across the keyboard. I may be going to hell for doing it, but as they say, I will have plenty of company. The weight of my decision hung in the air, a burden on my soul. Even up to this present day, I still have no regrets about doing it. The memory of that moment, of that shared secret, remains etched in my mind. The special bond that my mother, brother Aaron, and I shared made it something truly meaningful to the both of us. The room seemed to hold its breath as if acknowledging the gravity of our secret.
Neither my grandmother nor anyone else was aware of the situation, including her abusive husband, Jim. It was a secret hidden within the walls of our home, known only to my mother, Aaron, and me. It was something she and Aaron took to their graves. After a significant passage of time, my father Jim eventually met his demise, and for many of us, it seemed to occur later than expected. We all hope that he is suffering in hell for the numerous abusive and cruel actions he committed as an angry man. The weight of that secret still lingers, the heaviness in my heart a constant reminder. Maybe me telling our story will say that I loved her, or perhaps it will highlight the magnitude of my sin.
My mother gave me an extra dose of my sleeping pills to help me relax with my father always checking on me. She would have been smart to have locked the door or even better yet kick him out of the house.
As I said earlier, it smelled of rain, as the storm was soon above us. It thundered and lightning. If my mother was frightened before, she certainly was now with her in the house and my father. It feeds my nightmare to the brink. There was no control as I stood up awake in the church boiler-room. My father and her standing over me with a cattle prod and my father with his belt in one hand and a knife in the other. I felt him wrap the belt around my throat, squeezing it tight as I choked for air. He laughed in my face as he spits in it. I gasped for air as I quickly remembered I was not helpless anymore.
I let him think he had won as I kicked his kneecaps; I smiled as I brought up my left hand and punched him in the balls, having him release his grip around my throat. I watched as the light flicked above us. Yet my reality was more than real, seeing him in my room as if he was indeed trying to kill me. Before he could finish the job, I had managed to surprise him, so although my feet were tied to the bed, they were not tightly secured. Instead of any other action, he made the deliberate choice to fixate on the belt, which he proceeded to wrap firmly around my neck to asphyxiate me. While I fought to maintain my grip on his hands, it became clear that he was no match for my strength. Without warning, he forcefully positioned himself above me, using his knees to immobilize my arms and hands, leaving me unable to escape. He jabbed me with a tranquilizer, but it did no good except to make me dizzy.
I watched his surprised face as I spit in it and yelled. "Do it! You better kill me this time! Because I promise you there won't be a next time!" I watched his angry eyes focus on me. I smiled seeing my mother knowing in this reality she was my mother as she swung at him with a baseball bat. He fell onto the floor, looking up at her and backing away. She quickly untied my legs, only to have my father stand up and push her against my open bedroom door.
I yelled at her to call for help as I got off the bed, trying to remove the belt from my neck. I was not unable to remove it as it was stuck. I did not have the time to free it, as my father kept trying to grab it to finish the job. I had to stay on the defensive to keep him from getting it as I punched and kicked, laughing like a lunatic, telling him. "It's my turn to play."
I picked up the baseball bat and swung it back and forth as he backed away. With a kitchen knife in his hands growling at me how tonight I was going to die and so was my brother, for disrespecting him for the last time. I lunged for him, raising the bat over my head to pound him into the ground.
The lightning flashed and thunder boomed above, watching my reality switch back to the boiler room. The only thing that changed was I was the one with the knife and belt in my hands. I looked over, seeing my dead brother's naked body. Hanging upside down with his throat cut, and guts falling out where my father had been gutting him. It angered me as I looked into my killer's eyes when. I slashed up and to the right, watching my parents back away from me. I laughed. "Time to die, for I am sending you straight to hell." I rushed at them only to bounce off something hard. I looked and there was nothing there but air between me and them.
The bulb flashed, and my reality shifted back into my room. The door was closed, and my abuser was on the other side of that door. I pulled as hard as I could on the doorknob, but it would not open. Something was holding me inside.
I screamed as I pounded on the door. I was angry as I tossed my bed, picked it up and flipped it over, and did the same to my dresser. I screamed at them to let me out so I could kill them slowly and bathe in their blood for killing my brother. The lightning flashed and thundered boomed, shaking the house watching my reality shift back to the boiler room. I turned to find my mother and my father, hacking my brother to pieces with the ax.
I was tied down unable to move as I watched. Yet somehow, I still managed to find a sharp piece of rock behind me where a metal bar was sticking out of the wall that I had been working on for a week as a weapon. It was nearly free now. I slowly backed up to it and worked my hands back and forth, feeling the ropes around my wrist loosen with each cut. I smiled when they said I was next as they kept hacking my brother into smaller pieces and placing them inside a metal shopping cart to be burned inside the boiler-rooms large gas furnace. With their eyes focused on him, I sprang as I quickly slid the ropes off me.
I walked towards them as they watched me, thinking I would be so easy to kill. I shook my head tisking, knowing I was in control and what I was seeing was not real. Well, I hoped it was not real. I pushed aside the cart and rammed it hard against the wall and dived just enough as my father came at me, as I grabbed his right arm and flipped him over on his back, and broke it as his screams echoed with my mother's screams, hearing and seeing the break as my father's arm was crooked and bent the wrong way.
The bulb flashed above me and shifted my reality, seeing the darkness in my room and the lamp in my hand broken into two pieces. My father standing against the wall, with a knife in his hands as I watched the blood drip from the tip. I smiled, seeing the blood seep through my PJs dark and wet. I felt no pain only the wetness. The door opened as I reached for my father, kicking the knife out of his hands; I watched his eyes as he followed it to the floor.
I jumped into a roundhouse kick as I hit him straight on. Someone grabbed my arm, forcing my face to look at them. At first, I did not recognize Greg's and Cindy's faces. I couldn't figure out why they were naked and why they were here in the boiler room. I felt something sting my neck as I placed my hand where it stung. I felt dizzy and looked back at the wall where my father was, but he was not there anymore. Someone yelled. "Get back or he'll kill us all. He's a raving lunatic. Why are you all naked?" I knew it was my father's voice, but I couldn't figure out how he got past me.
The lightning flashed and thunder boomed as my reality shifted, seeing the dark and empty boiler- room. The door was open, and I looked around feeling as if it was a trap. Someone called my name. "Tiger, take my hand. Can you hear me? Tiger, you can trust me. Take my hand and I will show you the way out."
I cried out. "Pa, is that you? Is Ma with you? I am scared!" Something warm grabbed my hand; I looked up, saw the bulb blinking.
I couldn't place the voice, wondering where I heard it. I called out. "Pa, are you there? I am scared if my parents find you, they will kill you. They killed my brother and took his body and burned it in the furnace. Please help me." I felt something sting on my cheeks and my reality shifted. I was blinded by the light in my room as I squinted, seeing Greg and Cindy and I had been right. They were naked.
Greg yelled. "Dad, you better get in here. Eric, are you hurt?"
My father screamed. "What in the fucking hell are you doing in my Goddamn house? Why are you naked?" No one answered my father's question.
Bishop Earl only said. "Get out of our way Jim, before I send you straight to hell,
Officer Kenly, take this beast and subdue him before I kill him with my bare hands."
I heard something slamming hard against the wall and a louder groan from the other side. As my father screamed. "You are dead! Your all-fucking dead!" Then another loud groan.
I shook my head not feeling any pain. I asked. "Are you real or part of my nightmare?"
The thunder shook the house as my reality shifted back to the boiler-room. I saw Greg and Cindy beside me, holding me against their naked bodies, but we weren't alone in seeing my mother walking towards me. I growled. "If you make one more move towards my friends, you are going to die just like how you killed my brother!" Greg's Dad pushed her to the side. He, too, was naked, like Greg and Cindy.
I couldn't understand why they were here in the boiler room. They have never been here before now. I watched Bishop Earl's face turn to anger as he looked at me and yelled for Mr. Kenly to bring a first aid kit. He opened his arms, asking me if I trusted him to take me out of the boiler-room. I looked at his eyes, seeing the little flash of light. I nodded that I trusted him. I cried as I rushed into his arms asked. "Why are you all naked and in the boiler room with me?"
He held me tight and said. "Because you know we can't lie being naked and so, you can see we love you, and not hide ourselves from you."
I screamed, seeing my parents with a knife in each of their hands sneaking up behind Bishop Earl and my two closest friends. I spun out of his arms and forced him and my two closest friends back as I growled. "I warned you if you even come near them, I would kill you." I pulled out the metal bar with one hard yank and spun it around like a club, jabbing them back. I felt something sting against my neck. I felt even dizzier but cleared my head by shaking it off. I lunged for my parents only to be stopped by the door of my cage in the boiler-room. I pound on the door. Screaming in a rage to let me out so I could kill them.
Bishop Earl grabbed me, forcing me to look at him, and Greg and Cindy. When I realized I was safe in his arms. I fell to my knees, letting the darkness take me, only to be standing in the light, seeing Jeff smiling at me. I reached for him as I cried. "Why Jeff, did you leave me? I need you, more now than I ever did."
He looked at me with such sorrow; he said. "Go back. You have a family that loves you and friends that stand by your side. You do not need me. Trust yourself and them." His words echoed in the darkness. "Go back, go back, go back, trust them, trust me, and go back."
When I woke, my bedroom door was open and Mr. Kenly was kneeling dressed in a bathrobe and barefoot, telling Bishop Earl. "It's just a scratch and not too deep." Cleaning the wound on my chest with my shirt wide open.
He noticed me waking up, asking me where I was. He cringed as I said. "I am inside the boiler-room," seeing the cement walls ringing my cage. I could see and lightning and hear the thunder outside as the storm raged on. Bishop Earl asked if I could walk. I nodded as Greg helped me up only to fall on my knees. He said nothing just putting my arm around his neck and having Greg take the other as they walked me out of the boiler-room.
I turned, seeing my father and my mother standing near the door. I screamed, seeing the knife in their hands and my father's belt in the other. Mr. Kenly pushed me and my rescuers behind him as we walked away. My father screamed. "Let me go! So I can kill him before he kills me! He's a raving lunatic and needs to be put down! I should have done it when I had the chance! But this Goddamn whore keeps stopping me!"
I watched as Mr. Kenly punched him in the stomach, telling him. "If you take one step towards the boy, I will let him end you. Do you hear me? Now get inside your room until I say you can come out."
My mother was crying as she tried to rush towards me only to be stopped by Mr. Kenly asking her. "Why is he dressed in children's PJs like his brother and why was his father inside his room in the first place?"
I yelled. "She's got a knife, and she's going to kill me."
He yelled back. "I know son, let Bishop Earl and your best friends lead you outside where they these monsters can't hurt you."
The lightning flashed as the thunder boomed all around me. I felt the hard rain soak me the moment I was outside of the church house. I looked around and all I could see was the church house and the back parking lot. I screamed, seeing my father and mother as they rushed to me. Bishop Earl and my two best friends circled around me while their Dad held me tight against him, as the church house kept shifting into my mother's house. I screamed, seeing my parents staring at me through the window. Bishop Earl asked me what I saw, and I told him the church house basement and my parents standing in the doorway as Mr. Kenly was holding them back.
I shivered as the rain-soaked me. Bishop Earl laid me down on the grass and told me he couldn't tranquilize me anymore. I had already had been tranquilized three times. I said. "I know. I only felt them."
He started to remove my PJs, telling me to think about my adoptive Mom, and how much I love her and my Dad. I cried as he removed my shirt the rest of the way, tossing it to the side. I shivered to see the lightning and cried as it thundered as I watched the church house getting closer as my parents took bigger steps toward me. He kissed me like it was at his home, telling me it was ok.
I nodded, pulled down my PJs and boxers stroking me, telling me. "Cindy's going to have sex with you," asking me if that was, ok. We both knew it worked before it should work now, to keep me from going back into my nightmare all the way. Cindy took his place stroking me as her Dad stood over me telling her. "To do whatever it takes to keep him occupied enough to get you a condom." Greg kneeled beside me, telling me to focus on them, not the church house, not my mother's house. Telling me to roar every time I saw the lightning and roar even louder with the thunder, do exactly what my adoptive Mom had me do so we could work through the nightmare together.
Cindy leaned down and kissed me as Greg took off my wet socks and the bottoms of my PJs. I was naked by the time Bishop Earl was back, his hair slicked back from the rain with my backpack in his hand. I cried as the thunder and lightning were so close, I could feel it. Cindy placed my hands on her breasts, having me cup them to my mouth. While her Dad set my backpack down close to us. Cindy had Greg take over while she searched for the lotion and the box of condoms. While her Dad ran back to help to keep my parents away from me.
My father yelled. "What in the mother fucking hell are doing to him! You pervert! Get your God damn hands off his penis?" Greg did not listen. Instead, he kneeled down and put my penis in his mouth. I roared when the lightning flashed, and thunder crashed against the sky. I shifted in and out of the boiler room and onto my mother's back lawn. Focusing only on Greg and Cindy.
I could hear in the distance as I shifted back-and-forth, Bishop Earl telling my father. "He's getting him ready to have sex with my daughter, to help to keep from going crazy, because of what you tried to do to him tonight in his own room. If it was not for his mother stopping you, he could have killed you and the law would be on his side."
My father screamed. "I was the one in danger, not him you immoral freak. I was just checking to see if he was asleep like any good parent would do when there was a storm brewing. Oh, my fucking God! Now your son's got that pervert penis in his mouth!"
Mr. Kenly showed him the knife and the belt inside a plastic bag. Held up my father's arm showing the long cuts where I had cut him, he asked. "Can you explain to me, sir, why he had your belt around his throat? If you were only checking on him, or explaining how the knife got into his room, or the cuts on your arm and his chest?"
My father growled. "He tried to kill me, God damn it! I was defending myself! He's gone mad, crazy out of his mind and everyone, but you mother fuckers, do not see it! That I am the victim here! Not that murdering mother fucking, gay pervert! He is the one always attacking me, God damn it! Always trying to kill me, because he thinks I abused him and his God damn worthless brother! All lies, Fucking Christ, and now this!"
My father said, pointing to me and my two best friends. "Why are they having sex with such a diseased person who is raping your own children? You should have let me kill them both the day they were born! Now, look at what he is doing for fucking Christ's sake! And that God damn whore! Are doing right in front of us! You mother fucking ugly fat cow! I'll have your God damn badge for this! As God is my witness you will all be in jail for this! And I will sue you all, for what you have done to me! I swear to God I will!"
Cindy followed my eyes, seeing my father ripping open the bag as they fought for the knife, as Bishop Earl kicked it away the moment it hit the ground. I watched as my mother picked it up. I screamed, knowing she was going to kill me as she tossed it out into the backyard, but it never hit its mark as it glistened on the side of the house. Cindy leaned over me cupping her breasts to my face, telling me to focus on them, not my parents or her Dad.
Ripping the condom package open with her teeth, having Greg come around to the other side to block my view of what was going on, as my world kept shifting. I barely felt the condom slide on and Cindy placed my penis inside of her.
My father screamed. "Whore!! Your fucking daughter is a whore! She's a fucking whore! Linda, you Goddamn fucking whore! Look what you have brought into my house!"
Greg leaned in as I took his penis into my mouth as I focused on us and no one else. I closed my eyes every time we shifted. Greg and Cindy were with me. All the images kept getting foggier and foggier. As Cindy picked up speed as I kept getting harder, she screamed at me to give all I got, picking up more speed. Roaring with all of us as the thunder beat the sky.
The cold, hard rain massaged my skin as Greg massaged my chest with his penis in my mouth, blocking my eyes from seeing only them. I let the anger go as Cindy worked my penis inside her, not hurrying in any way as her Dad had done to her mother, but hard and deep each time she thrust against me.
Greg climaxed long before I did, but he let me have it all before his Dad took his place. Letting Greg take the other side of me working my neck, chest, and nipples as his Dad placed his penis in my mouth. Until I climaxed fully, and Cindy climaxed for the third time, screaming when the thunder roared above us. She slid me out and tossed the condom and took what was left orally. Giving me just room enough for a brief moment to see my father in the background as Mr. Kenly had him on his stomach and handcuffed as they both watched me.
My father growled. "You immoral bastards! Every one of you makes me sick, for having sex with a sixteen-year-old murdering pervert! I'll have you excommunicated for this, and put in jail, so help me God! Your life is over!"
Bishop Earl yelled back. "I have a contract stating otherwise, and sex is not a sin! When it is consensual! You should try it! Oh, wait you can't because you can't get it up anymore, and your wife refuses to even touch you!" Bishop Earl turned his focus back on me and said. "That's a good boy. Take it all, that's right." As he fully climaxed as everyone around me roared with me as the thunder shook the sky.
I do not remember falling asleep or when my father left. All I know is I woke with Mr. Kenly holding me in his arms and feeling our naked skin touch, our skin damp from the rain, and the grass that stuck to our naked bodies. I moved slightly only for him to tighten his grip around me, asking me. "Do you know where you are, my son? And it better be the right answer, or I will handcuff you, so you can't hurt me or you."
I turned in his arms so I could look at his face. I said. "I am having the best sex in the rain." He kissed me deeply, rolling me on top of him as the rain drizzled softly on us. The thunder was long gone, leaving only the rain. I smiled seeing his bare-naked body, baby smooth without a single hair. He moaned as I kissed him even deeper as I lay on top of him and closed my eyes, went back to sleep safely with his arms around me.