Dead Time by D. L. Orton

Author:D. L. Orton
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941368060
Publisher: Rocky Mountain Press

24

Now I Know What Love Is

Shannon

The door of our room bursts open and Peter’s father stumbles through, struggling to keep his balance.

I watch him fumble for the light switch and stifle a scream.

“Get up! I need your help finding another box of bourbon.” The light comes on, and he freezes. “What the fuck?”

He must have had a lot of ethanol because I can see him struggle to make sense of the scene: I’m alone in the huge bed, and Peter is cowering in the corner underneath a pile of blankets.

And then what few neurons the man has left kick in and he staggers toward his son. “You chicken shit, limp dick, faggot.”

“This is my room,” Peter says, backing away from his father, “and you’re not allowed—”

The man backhands his son across the face, sending Peter sprawling onto the floor. “You lying son of a bitch. You ain’t a man, you’re a—”

I scream and kick off the covers, scrambling over the bed toward Peter.

The drunken man grabs my ankle and drags me back across the sheets. “Not so fast, blondie.”

I shriek and try to kick him away, but he pins me flat on my stomach, yanks down a bed curtain, and wraps it around my ankle.

“Don’t fight,” Peter says from the floor, his nose bloody. “He’ll only hurt you worse.”

“That’s the smartest thing out of your mouth since you told your whore of a mother the exact same thing.” The man loops the thin fabric around a bedpost and secures it to my ankle, tying me down to the bed.

“Alright,” Peter says, getting to his feet. “Just don’t hurt her. I’m begging you.”

I stare at him, unable to believe he’s giving his father permission to rape me.

“I’ll do as I damn well please.” His father lifts my hips and flips me over onto my back. I scream and try to kick free, but he grabs my throat, cutting off my breath. “Shut it, blondie, or I’ll cut your tongue out.”

I twist my head toward Peter, pleading with my eyes for his help, but he turns away.

“You ain’t even got the balls to fight for her,” his father says as he climbs on the bed. “You disgust me.”

The man looks down at me, his scarred face twisting into a grin. “Even if she’s dumber than a box of marbles, she’s a might pretty.” He squeezes one of my breasts and then kisses me hard on the mouth, his saliva getting all over my lips and chin.

I try to push him away, but he’s too strong.

“I usually like to do a bitch from behind,” he says, grabbing my wrists. “But with you, I wanna see that satisfied look on your face when you finally get what that faggot here ain’t been giving you.” His breath smells horrible, and I shut my eyes and turn away.

He laughs and pins my wrists above my head. “Listen up, Petey. The spunky ones like it hard and rough.” He rips down another curtain and ties my wrists together.

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