Don't Tell; It's Our Secret

Chapter 15

Tommy
A couple days ago.

Wu lead me away from the table as the people began to chatter amongst themselves.

I caught the eye of one of the girls as he led me on. Her coal eyes were sad and her lips were forming a thin frown line. She mouthed something at me, but I didn't catch it as Wu dragged me on.

He shoved a set of doors open with one hand and thrust me into the room. I stumbled over my own feet and caught myself against a chair.

"You," I pointed at me. "There!" He moved the finger toward a funny couch with legs.

I looked between him and the couch for a minute.

"Qù! (Go!)" his voice raised.

I quivered as felt myself run to the funny looking couch. I crashed into it and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Stay!" He wagged his finger at me like a dog before he sat in a chair near the couch. The fabric matched and it too had funny legs.

Suddenly, Frances walked in the room.

"Oh, Tommy," she seemed shocked at my presence. "Are you alright?" She began to rush to me, her hand outstretched. She was perhaps a foot awake from me when suddenly,

"Frankie," Wu's voice was menacing. "What do you want?"

Her eyes cut to him and then back to me. She put her finger over her mouth in a shushing motion as she turned her body back to him and walked a few steps toward him.

Wu smiled at me and as his eyes shot back up to her, and he appeared to read her with his eyes.

"Wǒ bù huì bǎ tā gěi nǐ de. (I'm not giving him to you.)" he smirked evilly.

"Wèishéme bù? Tā shìgè háizi. Nǐ duì tā méiyǒu yòng. (Why not? He's a child. You have no use for him)"she countered, her hands moving to her hips.

"Wǒ dǎdǔ wǒ zhīdào. (I bet I do)." He cut his eyes to me and licked his lips.

I felt chills run down my spine and my skin erupted as he winked.

"Nǐ bùnéng hé tā fāshēng xìng guānxì! Tā shìgè háizi! (You can't have sex with him! He's a child!)" her eyes widened and she slammed her foot a bit on the ground.

"Tā bùshì! Nǐ zhège sǐ nǚrén! Tā cái 17 suì! Shíjì shang jiāngjìn 18 suì. (He is not! your damn woman! he is 17! nearly 18 actually.)" Wu leaned forward on his knees, his silver chain fell out of the shirt he was wearing. He kept smirking and it made me shiver more. His smirk was like the joker's smile from the old Batman movies...it was so evil that it hurt.

My eyes became saucers as my eyes caught sight of something glinting. I couldn't help but gape at the sight of a crucifix dangling from his neck. It looked like it had seen years of wear...and yet...he seemed to be...gay? It didn't make sense to me to be gay and Catholic at the same time.

"Dàn nà háishì——! (But that's still-!)" she began, shouting, drawing my attention back to the present.

"Ah!" He clicked his tongue, "Nǐ zhīdào ma, zài nèihuádá zhōu, tā shì 16. (Did you know that, in Nevada, it's 16."

"Nǐ bù gǎn. (You would not dare.)" her breath began to sake a bit.

"Wǒ huì. Bùyào kǎoyàn wǒ. Nǐ hěn liǎojiě wǒ, zhīdào huì fāshēng shénme. (I would. do not test me. You know me well enough to know what happens.)" Wu's voice was threatening.

Frances was clearly shivering in some form of fear or anxiety as she stood, her hands were clasped together. I could see her palms turning red.

"Nǐ wàngle nǐ zìjǐ. Zhǎodào tā, zài nǐ shuō chūràng nǐ hòuhuǐ dehuà zhīqián. (You forget yourself. Find it, before you say something you regret.)" His eyes glanced at me then back to her.

She sighed heavily in defeat, then a she lifted her head and looked him in the eye. She cut her eye at me then glanced downward again, "Nǐ bùnéng ràng tā zhěng tiān guān zài jiālǐ. Tā hěn niánqīng. Tā xūyào sìchù zǒudòng......chī bùzhǐ yīcì. (you can't keep him cooped up all day. he is young. he needs to move around...and eat more than once.)" she tried to make her voice sound sad instead of angry.

Wu looked at me for a minute and then looked back at her. "Shuō qīngchǔ. Nǐ xiǎng yào shénme? (Speak plainly. What do you want?)"

"Ràng tā hé wǒ yīqǐ zài chúfáng gōngzuò. (For him to work in the kitchen, with me.)" she sighed again, more heavily than before.

Wu rolled his eyes, "Měihǎo de. Dàn zhǐyǒu zǎocān hé wǔcān. (fine. but only breakfast and lunch. )"

"Shì de. Xièxiè nǐ zhízi. (Yes. Thank you Nephew.)" Frances smiled a little as she bowed.

She turned to me.

"Míngtiān! (Tomorrow!)" he yelled suddenly.

She jerked her body away from me and bowed again before departing from the door. She closed it behind her and he sighed.

His eyes cut at me again.

I held my legs tightly as he stared down at me. My heart raced as I righted my arms.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked suddenly.

"Uh-about what?" I raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled a bit, "You remember...when we first met." He leaned down and was inches away from my face.

I swallowed hard as the memory of his blood spattered shoes and the sound of the flickering light in the gas station returned to my mind. "I-I-I..." I began to stutter uncontrollably.

"Hush," he reached out and stroked my face, "hush now little one."

I cringed at the name he called me and at the cold silver of his rings.

"Speak." He was so close I could smell his cologne.

"I-didn't say anything-anything...because I-I- I didn't want too." I shrugged a bit, terrified to answer him at all.

"So," he began, lowering himself to my level, "you didn't say anything because it is not in your nature?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Y-Yeah?" I shook my head apprehensively, unsure of what he was getting at.

One of his hand found it's way to my shoulder,
"Hmmm," he mused.

"W-What?" I felt fear working its way up again.

"I like you," he smiled at me just as his hand gripped the back of my head and yanked me forward.

Our lips crashed together and his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. I couldn't breathe as he gripped on tightly. I tried to break his grasp but failed miserably as he pushed me down onto the sofa. I couldn't even cry out...every time I tried it sounded like I was moaning. As his hand danced the bottom of my hemline on the shirt, instinctively I bit down on his lips.

He jerked his body back, "Qù nǐ de! (Fuck you!)" he cursed and I felt the sting of his hand on my face.
"Come!" He gritted angrily, yanking me upward and pulling me up the stairs as I tried in vain to slow him.

I knew I had perhaps signed a death warrant.