Hero's Dead Brother

28. Run

Warning: sensitive content.

When the child opened his eyes, a man was in his bed on top of him. His hand was sliding under his shirt and his lips were touching his. His body was paralyzed and he couldn't move for some reason.

He couldn't think clearly and his vision was blurry.

He recognized the man as the person called Mike, his mother hid from his father while he was at work. Tonight his father was working so the man came. But why wasn't he in his mother's bedroom? That's where he usually went.

"Your mother got so high it wasn't fun anymore," The man whispered in his ear. "So you're gonna keep me company, right, kid?"

It felt weird. Why wasn't he turning the lights on? Or if he got to bed, why wasn't he just sleeping. Maybe he wanted the child to move aside?

The child tried to force his muscles to move but it didn't work. He felt a needle coming out of his arm and decided to speak instead of moving.

"Um... sir?"

The man pulled back.

"Oh! So you're awake?" A smile appeared on the man's face that was gonna follow him in his nightmares for the rest of his life. "It's gonna be ever more fun".

His face had a cruel expression and his eyes were absent but very vivid at the same time.

"Turn around," the man said crudely.

The child couldn't move. What was this man doing? At least he didn't hit him like his mother so it was reassuring, he thought.

He was wrong.

"Oh! Hahaha! I forgot. You can't."

"See this thing?" He showed the needle the just had pulled out of the child's arm. "I paid a lot of money for this shit but it just paralyzed that bitch over there. She's no fun anymore."

"But I wondered what the rest would do to a kid your age". He smiled again. "But I see that there wasn't enough to put you to sleep".

"I drove here and payed a lot of money for this shit. All for your mother. But she's useless now so you'll have to do the job".

His hands started to move around the child's body. "You know what money is, kid?"

The child's clothes were taken off and thrown on the floor and he couldn't help but let a few tears fall down in his ears.

The person he feared the most was the person he wanted to be there now.

"Mom!"

The man grabbed his neck.

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up little bitch!"

He grabbed his arm and turned him around, pressing his head down until his cries couldn't be heard anymore.

"You're gonna pay for the money I spent, little bitch!"

The child was shaking in fear and it made the man feel powerful.

"If I hear one more sound, I'm not gonna be so nice, got it? Now shut the fuck up!"

After that night, the child had to pay the money for his mother's drugs.

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In a grand mansion, a cry could be heard. Someone screamed and pushed someone away with all their strength.

They moved hysterically begging not to touch them, shaking uncontrollably. Then they stumbled on a table and cut their hand on a broken vase.

The confused person could only hear one thing from their mouth before they ran away...

"No! Please, Mike! Please!"

It was very disturbing and hard to write this chapter.

I hate Mike.