Stellar

Chapter 2

Scott scooted forward in his bed, bothered by the damp patch on his pillowcase clinging to his cheek, and crowded himself against the wall. He pulled one of his teddy bears down from the shelf of his headboard and buried his face in its soft tummy. He took a deep, deep breath and tried to go invisible again.

It had almost worked earlier when he'd finally stopped crying, but his hiccups and wet pillow distracted him and now he was un-invisible. He had to try again, though, because daddy was being so loud in mommy's bedroom and it was too scary. He couldn't wait for him to go to work and leave them alone. He had to go invisible again. 

He nudged his teddy between his face and the wall before clamping a hand over his ear and taking a loud, dramatic preparatory breath. He counted to six, like his birthday, and then squeezed his eyes shut and tried to be invisible.

"...and HOW can you not care? He's embarrassing himself and you don't even..."

"...matter. He's a KID, Rick, you can't..."

"...raising him like a daughter. You already have two, can you stop promoting this bullsh..."

Scott's muscles relaxed and he sighed peacefully, snuggling his face into teddy again. He made puffy lips and blew raspberries into its tummy like sissy did to him when he was littler, and wondered when she had stopped. It was fine, though, because now that he was six maybe he could do raspberries to littler kids, so it was good that he was practicing on teddy now. He could ask Lindsey for tips later, too. It was a lot of responsibility to do raspberries without making your lips get tired. He puffed his cheeks out to see if it would make the raspberrying any easier when mommy screamed at the other side of the wall, ruining all the hard work he'd put into becoming invisible. He huffed and clamped his hand over his ear again, trying to not listen.

"...talk to me like that, you know just as well as I do that he deserved it..."

"...a KID, Rick, YOUR kid. No kid deserves to be spanked just for wanting..."

"...what I mean?! You're literally PROMOTING it! If you can't discipline..."

"...dare touch my son. Don't you DARE hit my son again, how many times do I have to..."

"...NOT raising my son as another daugh..."

"...call the cops, I SWEAR I'll call them this time. How DARE y..."

Yikes, that was loud. Time to extra disappear. Scott rolled onto his front, his mind beginning to drift again as he pulled teddy up and laid him in front of his face. He reached down and wiggled his undies down to his thighs- his bottom was beginning to itch under the material where daddy had spanked him- and gave teddy a kiss on the nose, resting his cheek on its tummy. He smiled to himself as he got an idea and put his finger to the thin line that was teddy's mouth and rubbed it with his finger. Oh! He forgot to take the cap off. He tugged his fingertip to take the cap off and stroked it over teddy's line-mouth, making sure he put enough on by going over it a million hundred times. He wished he was a teddy too so that he could see what color it was. He hoped it was like the one that sissy got to wear that smelled like bubblegum and made her lips so shiny and cool. He wondered what would be for dinner and if there would be dinner even, since it was nighttime outside his window. He hoped that nobody ate all of the cake after he had to leave his birthday party because he got to choose it and it was an ice cream one. He still wanted more, but he couldn't ask because he hadn't left the room since daddy ruined the party. If there was any left, he would cut it in three pieces; one for him, one for Lauren, and Lindsay. His would be the biggest, but not bigger enough for anyone to notice.