Out For Blood by Tobin Elliott

Author:Tobin Elliott [Behse, Meghan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nine To Bark Creative Services

“You okay?” Laura asked, after a time.

“Yeah, thanks,” the Toad replied, slowly drawing away from her embrace. Theo saw the darkened stain of tears on Laura’s shoulder.

“You wanna know the worst part?” the Toad said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “The worst part of the whole thing?” No, thought, Theo, I really don’t. I don’t want to know any more.

“What was it?” he heard himself ask.

“The waiting. The waiting for that shithead to shoot his load in my face. When we were under that stage back there and it went all dark, all I could think was, ‘When’s he gonna touch me? When’s he gonna stick his finger in my mouth? When’s he gonna cream in my face?’” He paused, blinked. “I know you guys think I’m nuts…”

Theo and Laura both shook their heads.

“…but that’s all I ever think of in the dark. The fingers coming out of the dark. Then the…other.” He shook his head, almost as though to shake off the thoughts.

“After he was finished, I’d hear him zip up and he’d open the door to the closet real cautious-like, and again I’d pray that once, just once, mom would be there. An’ he’d look at me and tell me to get my faggot-ass face cleaned up and get to bed. He told me if I ever said anything, nobody’d believe me. They’d just think I was some fag and they’d take me from Mom and put me in a home with all the other faggot kids who’d all blow their loads in my face. So I never said a thing.”

He never had. Never even gave a hint of it in all the time Theo had known him.

“For three years and five months, I never said a thing. Then, it just stopped.”

“What happened?” Laura asked. “Why’d it stop?”

Theo knew how it ended.

“Tim’s dad was supposedly cleaning his shotgun when it went off by accident,” the Toad said. “It took Tim’s head off, is what I heard. The thing is, Tim’s old man always cleaned his guns in the garage, but this time he was in the woodshed. And from what I heard, the spray pattern went down, but he usually sat down with the barrel pointed up.”

Theo thought, Fucker got a taste of someone shooting a load on his face.

“It was ruled as an ‘unfortunate accident.’ I think Mr. Ambrose found out somethin’ about his little Timmy that didn’t sit well. I’ve seen him in town and he always gives me this nod, like, you’re-okay-now sorta thing.”

Pop goes the weasel, thought Theo.

No shit.

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