Innocent Eyes

Chapter Ten

Marked with this music.
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The bed was squeaking loudly, just like the times Steve used to jump up and down to make mother annoyed, to blame the disturbing noises on me, so guilt-free to sound convincing and a pair of ingenuous hazel eyes spiced with fake tears to seem credible.
He knew too well how to play.

"AHH... Harder."

"Shut up, they can hear us."

My knees were aching as I was crouching down on my knees to peek into the keyhole, witnessing the indistinct motions of two naked bodies, despicably engaged in evident sync of pain, and as a little boy my mind couldn't single out the distinctive concept of pain and pleasure, or even the meaning of wicked acts done behind that closed door, not being able to comprehend the senseless insistence to continue if the outcome was only pain.

I was terrified.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped audibly but a small hand was prompt enough to cover my mouth and we both froze for some distressing moments to infer if they noticed our presence, and to our relief the detestable noises were on.

"I wanted to show my notepaper to Mr.Kozlav. He told me he should discuss something with granny." I whispered yanking his hand away. "What are you doing here?"

His plump lips shaped into a boyish smirk. "I wanted to ask granny for more chocolate." The mischievous glints in his hazel eyes didn't emulate the pretended tone in his soft voice, made it impossible to believe.

Pushing me away he bent to watch the loathsome show from the tiny hole. "That's enough for you, now it's my turn." And smiled wickedly which looked so incongruous on his childish features. " Oh look at granny."

I tried to grab his arm."Hey, we should go, if they catch us watching we will be punished."

He straightened his back and eyed me with amusement as if contemplating all his vocabularies to form a sentence with the most vigorous implication to bring tears to my eyes. "Not we, YOU will be punished, YOU made me watch them fucking. It wasn't my fault."

"Fucking? What's fucking?" I asked as the word was so distant, so alien to me and I frowned more as I repeated the word in my mind, so I found the title for that objectionable practice.

Fucking.

He smacked the back of my head ."You are so dumb, I've seen dad and mother fucking many times. Jake saw his parents too. That's what adults do and they like it."

Being older in age and having a small group of evil boys as his friends, made his knowledge more practical, more accurate than mine, as I didn't have any friends, so abandoned in my own illusive world of notes and music, isolated in my profound loneliness and my only friends were Mr.Kozlav and ... my violin.

"Dad and mother?" I whispered, tentatively as an invisible pain clawed my heart and I felt utterly betrayed, as if been ignored from the absolutely vital episode of family life, briskly to sting my eyes with threatening tears as I was appalled to picture my beautiful mother with her lovely kind smile involving in that feral, absurd, newly worded as FUCKING session to experience nothing but agony, as granny's whimpers were the bright significance of that.

Steve stepped closer to caress my cheek, his eyes held no more of that vicious tension. "Are you upset?"

I nodded and he wrapped me in his safe embrace. "Don't cry. I don't want to see you crying."

"We... we should go, Mr.Kozlav will be angry if he sees us." I murmured as I attempted to get out of his arms, but he tightened his hold. "Let's go by the lake, we can swim together."