Belle's Need Love Too

Nobody's S'posed to be Here

   Though I knew there was no trace of Lancaster, my body still chose to have a mini anxiety attack being back in this room. Yes, my mind did try to shift back into the direction of the more serious and present matter, the memories of "physicals" and drug "tests" came to mind. A sudden pang in my hand, graciously intervened on the mental torture wafting through my memory. Sighing I looked over the shoulder of TDH, through the white, metal door frame, simialar to the ones throughout a prison. I shuddered, from disgust at the industrial gym and office, which I was now stationed.

Until Boatman acknowledged it, I had no clue as to how nervous I really was to be back in this secluded passageway to hell.In an effort to distract myself from the tugs at my stomach which made me feel like I would explode from fear, I put obvious facts together. Boatman is our replacement coach. I didn't know Asians could ball (a/n Jeremy Lin... wasn't born yet).

   Trying so hard to stifle my fears, I let just about any thoughts run through my head.  I became aware own ragged breathing when Boatman told me that I was nearly squeezing my own hand to death. Glancing down, confirmed that he was correct - blood oozed from the nearly scabbed over indentations in the poor appendage. The sight of blood on my bare thigh sent too many of the memories I wanted so badly to forget. I lost it, I was no no longer in the company of this quaint stranger

"Well what do you want me to do about it?" I asked with a tone of sheer frustration,"you're just like the other one! I bet you like to take girls down here, and strip us naked? Huh? Isn't that what all of y'all like to do? You won't even tell me your name, 'cause you don't want me to tell on you! Well tough shit, you're the only CHINK for miles around. They will find your small cocked ass and burn you alive."

I finally broke down and wept bitterly.  Removing my back from the wall, I used my uninjured hand to wrench the heavy door open.  In the same instant, I felt myself being grabbed by the rough hands that carried me down here. The hairy paws half dragged a kicking and screaming Me, back into the office with a grip like the jaws of life. He forced me into his lap which was situated on a blue, swivel chair. Next he thrust a leg over mine. I closed my eyes bacause I knew this was it, I just can't believe this would happen again especially not so soon. Contrary to my gruesome thoughts, what happened next surprised me nonetheless. 

  Instead of feeling a hard unwanted thrust between my thighs and feral grunts.  No, I heard as Boatman furiosuly pulled a drawer open on the desk which he now had our two bodies constricted. Nosily, I fluttered my tear filled eyes open as a diligent Captor, rummaged through it. I couldn't help but wonder if he was going to use a rubber as I saw his eyes fixated on whatever was not appearing in the drawer.

They prob'ly don't make them that small, I inwardly mused.

    When Boatman finally produced a pair of tweezers, I felt just about ashamed of my prior thoughts and words. Just as I was about to humbly look up at the stranger in apology, I howled in utter agony. I heard the sound of tiny pins tinkling onto the brown, plain faux wood desk and saw three half bloodied pins and counting, bounce and rolll onto the desk. Judging by the clock, he worked diligently in cleaning my wounds of forein objects, and dousing them with alcohol in two minutes.

  When I could completely recover from a non-hallucinating state, I rolled my head back to look at the light bue painted walls which saw so much pain in the past twenty odd years that it was a wonder they hadn't acd eroded away. Cautiously, and quite unproffessionally, I laid my chest across Boatman's chest as he wrapped a white gauze, bandage over my hand. He noticed my action too.

In an effort to repay his human kindness, I looked into his eyes and said, "I'm so sorry. It's just that nobody's s'posed to be here. It makes me nauseous to come, and I really didn't mean to take out my distress on you. It just happened."

"I'm sure I could forgive you. And my name isn't chink. It's Piao, you know it's 4:27. I should take you home."

" I appreciate that Piao, er Mr.Piao. Thank you you've been especially nice today," I told him, too weak to protest.

"You can call me Piao, but just between me and you," He said winking as he tossed me back over his shoulder.

When I was sure he couldn't see me, I felt my eyes get wide in my head.