Melaine

Chapter 15: Shadows From Past

The boy sat silently on his bed; his chin tucked lower in his arms that were locked around his knees in the pitch darkness of his room which, ironically, had become his truant friend at the time when the sleep had seemed to escape from his scared eyes. Nothing had left to make him fear anymore, for what damage his suffered mind could expect more than what he had already endured at 'his' hand. His age and naivety were rustics tools of his oblivion that often became peace to his tortured mind in the cold silence of night. The ticks of the small hand of wall clock had urgency of every ounce of fear to leak out of pores of his sweat drenched body, as he momentarily looked up at the clock and he knew that it would be only matter of few minutes when the hour of his nightmare would claw at his shivering spine to the parts of his younger shame hidden beneath the clothes. The door creaked open and the gas lantern, burning nearly dimmed in the the hallway, gave eerie light to his silhouette standing in the doorway. The man didn't ask a word of him and he, habituated to his nightly visit, obediently came out of his bed leaving his teddy bear behind. The man grabbed his hand, locking hid fingers with the boy's small ones and took him to the glowing darkness of basement. The man latched the door behind them and flicked on a hanging bulb to light the basement. He turned to look at the boy who lowered his trousers in shame and bent over an oxidized metal table, the way he had taught him for previous nights. The man came to sit behind him and rode his shirt up to press a kiss on the back of his spine that made the poor creature shuddered. The man struck the matchstick against the forgotten matchbox on the floor and lit already half burned candle on the table. The boy readily distracted himself by staring into the red burning flame of candle and sought comfort in the hot dew of candle wax that fell on his balled hand.

 
"Do you know what's this?" The man asked as he screwed open the bulb from his holder.
"It's a b- bulb." The boy stuttered as the man hovered behind him.

"Let's kiss the bulb, shall we?" He raised the bulb for the boy to kiss the glass before smashing it against the table. The released nitrogen gas from the broken bulb made the boy cough and the man turned his face towards him with threatening glare. The boy's eyes widened in horror upon the realization of what was about to happen. He bit on his arm, muffling his scream as the man shoved the broken bulb inside his anus.

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Rohan had a hard time putting drunk Sam in his bed whose house had been a mess after the party. The stereo system could be heard from the main street at night and it was considerate of old Mrs. Gray that she didn't call the cops,  but it had never meant that her beneficence wouldn't be shortened for disturbing the peace and sleep of entire neighborhood. The loud music, when Rohan and Melaine came at his house on party, reverberated painfully through their chest that they suspected might've exploded their thudding hearts at the bass and the beat nearly blasted their ears. The map of Sam's house had been changed and Melaine wondered if they, by a stray step, had entered inside a cheap motel or brothel instead of his house. The half naked drunk boys, either with lowered pants at the corner, were rubbing the girls or making out with topless babes on the couch. Melaine coughed when a boy passed by her blowing a good puff smoke of his cigarette on her face and stepped over the litter of empty beer bottles and brassieres lying on the polished floor. She turned down the volume of stereo earning a groan of protest from girls, who were sitting on table in kitchen holding beer bottles.

"Bitch, turn it up!" The one, who had cussed at her, was sitting wide legged in red cherry top and a black mini skirt that was riding to her hips and Melanie could bet by her glistening thighs that the girl didn't have anything beneath her skirt.

 
"Help your wasted self out of this house", Melaine retorted reminding her in whose house she had been sitting. Rohan found wasted Sam leaning against the opened refrigerator door with bottles lying at his feet.

"You smell like shit, Dude." Rohan commented sitting beside him and gulped a sip of his ginger ale from the refrigerator. 

"Annie..... a shitty ass of Jake..", Sam slurred and Rohan as if on remembering something, immediately went upstairs and found Annie in her short red dress sitting on a bed. Jack was forcing his mouth on her and Rohan stomped forward to tear the scoundrel off her.