Page 11 of Ruin
It wasn’t always like that with him, but it was the hottest when it was. His tone. The begging and pleading. The desperation in his voice. The way it sounded like I was the only thing keeping him grounded to this earth. So much passion and emotion. All of it was for me. Because of me. For a moment, I was important. I mattered. I was a priority. For a moment, he had chosen me. Even though I knew he wouldn’t in the end, I told myself if I did what he wanted, if I kept being his good boy, one day he would. But in the throes of pleasure, when he was buried inside me, speaking words that have been seared into mybrain, none of that mattered. All that mattered was him and me and the way our bodies came together. The way he could play mine like his favorite instrument and make me sing the most beautiful sounds.
“Fuck!” I shout as the orgasm tears through me, nearly bringing me to my knees. My eyes squeeze shut and my brain goes dark for a few seconds. When I open my eyes, I look down expecting to be face first on a mattress, but Jeremy is beneath me, bent over my couch. I blink a few times, clearing my foggy vision. I step away, my dick pulling out of him like he’s suddenly turned into lava.
“Damn, that was good,” Jeremy says with a chuckle, getting to his feet and grabbing his pants. “You’re not usually that rough. I liked it.”
A bead of blood drips down his hip, and it sends me into a place I haven’t been in a long fucking time.
The water runs red down the drain, and my head starts to spin.
How much before I die?
Each time this has happened, I bleed more. I hurt for longer. Yet, while it’s happening, it’s almost like I don’t feel it at all. The pain is there, but everything else is numb.
“Kolton, hurry the fuck up!” my father shouts from the other side of the door.
I jump, then scold myself for it. If he knew how afraid of him I was, he’d go even harder.
How the fuck do you treat your kid like this?
Howdoes he come knocking on the door, shouting at me, after what he just did to me?
My mother never believed in spankings as punishment. Honestly, I’d be happy if that’s what happened to me now. I’d be grateful for an ass whooping.
What my father does is much worse, but he says it’s the only thing that’s going to make me a man. The only thing that shuts me up and makes me listen.
He says I’ll only know how to be a man once I’ve been treated like a bitch.
The thought makes me want to throw up. I gag, covering my mouth so it doesn’t make a sound. If he hears me, he’ll go again.
I soap my hand up and carefully run it between my cheeks to wash away what he did.
The water is more pink than red, and I guess that’s a good sign. I’m still here, still standing. I haven’t bled out today. I just wish I had.
“Hello, Snapper?”
I blink, stumbling back and blinking.
“What?” I spit out, staring at Jeremy as my stomach turns and threatens to expel whatever the hell I ate today.
His eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Why are you still here?” I ask, ripping the condom off my dick and tying it off before heading to the bathroom. I close the door, and once again, wait for him to leave before I exit. I go through my normal routine. Take a shower. Change into cleanclothes. Sweep and mop the floor, everywhere he stepped. Lysol the couch. Wipe down the counters.
I can’t have Jeremy’s germs in my fucking house. I don’t know why I let him in here at all. I don’t know why I do this to myself.
After I finish cleaning my house as if someone was in here with the plague, I head out for my meeting with the principal, who assured me it would only be us today. It’s the only thing he said about the matter. I hadn’t expected him to ask questions. Being part of the HMMC, smart people don’t ask you questions and they certainly don’t question what you do. James Kenting is a smart man, despite him having no fucking backbone.
“Do you want some coffee? I just brewed it.”
“Don’t drink coffee,” I tell him.
“Okay, well, let’s head into my office and get started then.”
I follow him into the office and sit where I was last time. Though we’re alone today, and he assured me that it would only be us, I feel someone lingering behind me.
It’s like his goddamn ghost is standing in that same spot, watching over me like a fucking stalker. How dare he?
“Uh, before we start…”
