“Yes. I’m sorry I fell asleep. I was up late doinghomework.”
“Ryan, it’salright.”
I quickly put my book in my backpack but slowly stood. I was still soreeverywhere.
“Ryan, we need to go to the office, sweetie,” shesaid.
Other students were filing in for second-period. Was I in that much trouble for falling asleep in class? I apologized again, and she said that I didn’t need toapologize.
“Come with me, please,” she saidagain.
In the hallway, she got the attention of another teacher. I could tell they were talking about me, but I didn’t hear what they said. She had me sit in the office lobby and then spoke quietly with the receptionist before she disappeared down the officehall.
Damn. Was this really that much of a crime? Kids nod off all of thetime.
“Ryan, can you come back with us please?” My teacher had reappeared with Mr. Tolentino; one of the school’scounselors.
I stood and followed them down the hall. I thought we were going to the counselor’s office, but instead, we went to the nurse’s office. They shut the door, and the nurse closed the blinds on thewindow.
“Ryan, sweetheart, I saw the red marks on your neck andarms.”
I quickly came up with the story that my brother and I were wrestling around. They hadn’t bought it, and I had been asked to remove my shirt. I couldn’t look at any of them. I stood stock still, looking at the ground, waiting to hear what was going tohappen.
Ireplayed allof it as I walked home; the police coming to the school, my mother making excuses for him, my brother taking the place of my father after he had been arrested. Guilt and no respect for myself allowed me to condone what my brother and mother continued to do in my father’sabsence.
I finally found myself walking into a home that no longer felt like a place where I belonged. There’s a good chance that I never belonged there. My family had hated me from the time I entered this world. I had one purpose: to be their beck and call boy and allow them to play out their twistedfantasies.
Well, things were going tochange.
Chapter Two
September2002
“Yeah! Fuck me, Ryan!”I wouldn’t look her in the eye while she spoke to me. “Oh!” Misty whimpered as she bounced on mycock.
“That’s it, rideit.”
I reached up to squeeze her tits, which encouraged her dirtytalk.
“Yeah, squeeze my tits, Ryan! Pinch my fuckingnipples!”
For many guys, it would be pretty awesome to hear the girl riding your cock talk dirty. But to me, it was a distraction. I was glad she was enjoying what I was doing, but I didn’t need to hear it. I focused on her jewelry that dangled from her pierced bellybutton.
“Mmm, your abs are so sexy, baby,” shemumbled.
I tried to drown out the phrase completely and then tried hearing everything but that one word.Baby. That was it for me; game over for thenight.
I licked my thumb, pressed it against her clit and began to rub.Come on, please fucking come so I can get out of here, I thought tomyself.
“Oh, yes, baby! Right there, Ryan!” She moved her hips back and forthfeverishly.
Her satisfied moan announced the arrival of what she had been seeking. As she came, her pussy clenched my cock. There was barely enough pressure to make mecome.
She collapsed on me and tried to snuggle up. I didn’t snuggle or cuddle. I was trying not to be a dick, but I really needed to get out of her dorm room. I awkwardly gave her shoulder blade a pat, hoping she’d get the hint and move, but she was almost deadweight.
“Um, so I hateto—”
“Fuck and go?” sheblurted.
