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Worry was etched over her face as she stared at me. “Maybe I should take you back upstairs.”
“Yes, please.”
“Sweetie, come here right quick.”
She huffed but smiled over her shoulder. “One more second, and then I’ll take you back up. Stay right here.” She gave me one more worried glance. “Don’t talk to anyone either.”
The moment she left me, my feet were moving. Memories came flooding to the forefront of my mind, ones I didn’t want to remember. I’d cut off my dick to forget them. I backpedaled, needing an out and needing it now. I turned and ran, pushing people out of my way.
I squeezed into a dark corner behind a few of the sheer curtains. I wasn’t huge, but I wasn’t exactly a little kid anymore, either. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down as my world threatened to fall apart around me.
Echoes of memories replaced the soft music playing in the room. The warmth was replaced with the chill of fear. It was all I’d known back then. The sheer fabric in front of me disappeared and was replaced by the dank stone walls of the basement.
“Shut the fuck up before you’re next,” Dad growled, each word accented with a kick to the door.
I covered my mouth with my small, shaking fingers. Tears wouldn’t stop rolling down my cheeks.
“Make him come out here. He needs to learn what a real man is.”
“No, please, no,” I whispered.
Smack.
Fire erupted on the right side of my face. I blinked past the tears just in time to see my father’s booted foot come down. Pain engulfed me. There was nowhere to escape. I curled in on myself, trying to protect my head. More tears fell as I cried for him to stop, but none of my words got through to him.
Fingers dragged me up and sat me down in front of the girl I’d played with in the past. Samantha’s once sparkling green eyes were dull. Tears streaked her face. Blood caked her cheeks. Her lips were cracked as she continued to whisper stop.
Dad grabbed my head and punched me in the stomach. All the air was knocked out of my lungs as I doubled over. I was yanked right back up, gasping for air.
“Watch, I won’t have a son who doesn’t listen. She wanted to be a little whore and not listen to her parents.”
One of the other men laughed. “She’s worth every penny we paid. You coming, Roger?”
Dad hit me in the chest again when I glanced off. “Don’t you blink or turn away, boy.”
I shook in the chair, frozen in place. I wanted to be anywhere but here. His hand whipped across my face.
“Stop fucking crying! It’s annoying.”
I forced the tears away and straightened up in the chair. My lips pulled up in a smile, and I nodded. “Yes, Father.” I’d be good. I had to be good.
A face appeared before me. As my fear increased, my smile grew. Dark blue eyes looked me up and down very much the same way they all looked at Samantha. The corners of my mouth felt like they were tearing.
“You got a cute kid, Roger. Sell him to me.”
“Not yet. He’s not perfect. I have to make sure I get every fucking dime out of him I can. It’s the least he can do. I’ve been forced to take care of him since his bitch of a mother ran out.” He grunted as the sounds of flesh slapping together built.
Bile burned the back of my throat, and I swallowed it down. “Please, stop. Please, please, stop.” My nails scraped over my scalp. No matter how much air I sucked in, it wasn’t enough. “Please.”
Someone save me.
Gran Myah’spipe smoke always made me choke. A cigarette I could handle, but there was something about the smell of pipe smoke that reminded me of prison and some of the people I fucking hated most in there.
“What do you need, hon?” she asked.
“I just want some more info on Able Hollister.” I chewed my lip. “And while we’re at it, Roger Callahan. I know he’s been here.”
She clicked on her computer. “Yes, I have both men here. Able stopped coming a few months back, probably when he realized who owned it,” she said, staring over her glasses at me. “As for Roger, well, he was in here a few nights ago.”
