Memories

Me, Me and Me

Author's Note:

Hence forth, the chapters will be based in the past. I will clearly mark it in the author's note when it switches.

This chapter will contain very light M/M action and violence. Plot development will occur.

Chapter 3: Me, Me and Me

Spring '03, 15yo

School started out okay. I was at the top of my peers during the first many years. But that all came crashing down when I was 11yo and it happened. From then on, I was at the very bottom of class. My teachers all tried to figure out what happened, pushing me to try and do better. My parents simply explained it as the result of both my dad being overseas so much, as part of his work and their impending divorce. But I knew that those reasons were only part true. Yes, I did feel kind of abandoned by my father, it always seemed as if he was trying to escape our family, and my mother couldn't see that she wasn't all much better than him, considering she was so involved with the city politics that there were many evenings where she didn't come home until hours after I'd gone to bed. But most of all, I felt abandoned by everyone; nobody ever noticed what had happened to me. Sure, they knew something was wrong and tried to cover it with all their own stupid reasons but this only led to them alienating themselves from me even further.

I had started selling my body online 2 years ago. I never did it because I lacked money or anything like that, because of my dad being a director of his company; our family had plenty of both money and property. I did it because it made me feel alive; it made me feel wanted by others. Like I wasn't some dirty bastard, not worth the space I lived in and perhaps to torture myself in a way.
I had taught myself, only to do these things in the weekends, because there was a smaller chance of getting caught, past experience had made me more cautious.

I was currently maintaining a customer of mine. A regular, he would simply drive up to a before agreed location, and I'd get into his car. After which he'd drive us to the nearby industrial park, and do his business with me there. Out of all my customers, he was probably one of the better kinds. He was always clean and well behaved, but this night something felt off about him. He still smelt clean, but his eyes kept going all over my body, he was acting too tense compared to how he usually was. As we were nearing the industrial park, he got out a cigarette and lit it; "Yep, something was clearly off" I thought to myself. From the many months I'd known him, he'd never done that, it wasn't until after the deed that he'd pull out his cigarettes, and even then, he wouldn't light it, not until after he'd dropped me off, which was kind of ironic. He didn't want a kid to be around when he was smoking, but he didn't mind taking me in an alley.
He drove the car right over to our usual spot, and turned the ignition of. And then he just sat there, he didn't move or say anything for what seemed like forever. At this point I was really starting to get nervous, everything about him screamed danger, he was so far of his usual behavior.
After a while, he turned to me and started caressing my left leg with his left hand, while his right hand started to massage his hard-on over his jeans. I couldn't prevent a moan from escaping my lips as he started to move his hand closer to my crotch. He leaned over and captured my lips, hungrily devouring me. "I... I love ... yo..." he started to say as he began to massage my crotch. Immediately I pushed him away from me, staring at him in fear. With those words, the memories all came crashing back. Images flashed across my eyes of that dark night.
I didn't notice, that by pushing him away, I had angered him, never had I seen him with such anger in his eyes. And in an instant my head slammed against the door window. Pain erupted from the impact and as I slowly turned my head to him I saw a gun, "...Please don't hurt me...." I whimpered. I noticed a devilish smile starting form on his lips, "Then don't push me away, whore." He spat. As I was about to answer, I could feel my eyes growing darker, like a curtain being pulled over my eyes. "...Please... Don't hurt him..." I said as I was slowly loosing consciousness. Just before I lost it I heard a voice, "Sleep now, we will handle this for you."