We Six

Blue

Getting off the bus I felt something was wrong, like that feeling you get when you know somethings going to happen but you don't know what or when so you have to go through the day feeling it until it happened. I couldn't let it affect me because I had you, holding my hand now I explained to you how I felt but you said I'll be fine like a good boyfriend does. We got off the bus together hand in hand and walk to my house, when we got there all my stuff was thrown on the lawn and my parents were screaming at me saying that I was the devil, a disgrace, a faggot. When all this started to happen he ran away leaving me alone to watch, but I wasn't really watching it was more like I was floating like above the world I could see everything that was happening but I couldn't hear it I couldn't think or comprehend any of it, it was like an out of body experience. Once they finished yelling and screaming and throwing everything I had out of the house they slammed the door and left me alone. I couldn't think so I just walked away leaving everything I had on the ground. I kept walking and walking till there was no walk left in me. I stopped at a street corner where a bunch of women were just sitting there, now I was very naive to the situation I didn't know what these women were doing I thought they were just waiting for a ride because every couple of minutes one of them would be picked up by someone. It was a couple of days sitting there thinking about everything that happened when a man pulled up talked to one of the ladies and then he pointed at me, one of the girls ushered me to the car and I was to out of it to refuse. He said to me "hey little cutie you want to make some money?" I couldn't speak I just stared but from not eating for a couple of days my stomach answered for me. "Sound like you're hungry huh?" The man said "well why don't you take a ride with me and I'll buy you some food" not being able to refuse the offer I silently walked to the other side of the car and hopped in, he politely thank the lady and gave her some money. Now this man was no less than thirty years old and I looked my age and he knew I was only twelve that's why he took me to an alleyway unbuttoned his pants then forced me to pleasure him like the sick man he was, but he was to strong for me to say no so I just stayed silent and cried a single tear. Inexcusable things happened to me that night that I could never talk about to anyone. The man knew I had no where to go so he took me back to his house, a big White House with many rooms and window. He takes me in to a big happy family of a wife and three children. He lied to his wife saying he found me and wanted to be a good person and take me in, but that was not his intention. His wife was very nice a working mother with a warm heart, she politely accepted me because I was old enough to take care of myself so it wasn't a hassle for her. The three children were very kind as well Surprisingly for being a spawn of a terrible man, all three of them were around the same age one was eleven and the other two were ten. The week days they would all go to school and the parents to work now of course they didn't trust me by myself in their house but they had cameras so they could catch me if I did but I would never all I did was sit in the room I was given and wait for them to arrive home, but of course the dad was the first to arrive and would take a little piece of me every weekday for about 3 months and after that I couldn't take it anymore no more being quiet just for hot food and a place to stay it isn't worth it so I recorded the last time he hurt me then I left leaving a personal copy for the mother to watch. Now I walked the streets never stopping a second because I never want that to happen again it was to painful everyday I lost myself more when he hurt me. Then the men who kidnapped me and took me here seemed all like a flash back but it's been two days and nobody has tried to hurt me but I still don't trust it. Each day I walked under that blue sky all I could think about is, "is god punishing me for who I am?" But my question was never asked, and I don't think it ever will be.