Monochrome beat (boyxboy)✔

Beat 23

It was amazing how much progress I was making and I couldn't believe it. When I made the journey to Rittertown about 7 weeks prior, I had only expected to sink into a never-ending abyss. I had planned on going about my existence invisible until I met my untimely death.

My anxiety had sky-rocketed initially, but lately it wasn't so bad. I smiled, I laughed and I sang aloud. I touched someone else and let them touch me without my airways closing up.

Somehow I had let Orlando in. It felt so long ago that I'd yelled at him for touching me in the bathroom. We'd gone through a lot and slowly became close. We weren't the best of friends yet. There were no expectations to our friendship.

I spent the week of spring break largely ignoring my dad's calls and eating popcorn with Orlando and Amy while listening to some pop songs Amy liked. We also watched a few movies at the cinema. I got to know a bit more about Amy. She was adopted, had no siblings and lived with her mother. Her father died when she was 10. Despite Wesley being a jerk, deep down she had a crush on him.

Digger noticed that I spent the most time out of the house. He noticed too that I was on my phone a lot. It didn't sit well with him.

"Where have you been?!" he yelled at me the moment I walked through the front door. It was a bit dark outside. Amy had dropped me off in her rundown car.

I took a few steps backwards. "Ice-cream with my friends. Where's Aunt Janice?"

"Not here!" he said dismissively. "Nina says you've been hanging out with some cripple, is that true?"

Anger mounted in me when I heard the word 'cripple'.

"Is that true?!" he repeated.

I shrunk even further backwards, with my head hitting the door, telling me there was nowhere else for me to go.

"Is he your boyfriend?" he asked. The smell of alcohol hit my nostrils. "I fuckin' asked you a question!"

I shook my head timidly.

"I'll fucking kill him if he touches you," he warned. "Now come here."

My body was beginning to shake. I needed to get out of there. Digger hadn't gotten much time to use me at his pet since I wasn't around a lot and when I was, Janice was there. That night though, she wasn't. She told me she would, and that was why I'd asked Amy to drop me off. At that moment I wanted to be anywhere but there.

With my body trembling badly, I couldn't move. Digger walked across the room towards me. Before I knew it, he was too close for me to run away.

"I've missed your pretty sweet mouth," he said, his voice dropping a few octaves. "Did you miss me baby?"

I closed my eyes tightly, unable to stand the sight in front of me.

Digger put his hand around my jaw, with his other hand bracing himself against the door. "Did anyone tell you you get more beautiful each day?"

His hand crawled underneath my t-shirt. Every molecule he touched screamed as if he'd burned my skin. I could feel my body trying so hard to contort itself into a tiny ball, to reduce the amount of surface area available to be touched. My head was yelling at me to run.

"Please, stop" I cried.

He didn't acknowledge my plea for even a second, with his hand moving down to my groin. He struggled with my belt then.

"Pleas-please," I said brokenly.

"Somebody else been touching you, huh? Is that it? Is that why you don't want me to touch you?" he said.