Short Stories

Past Present Future

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SEXUAL AND MENTAL ABUSE

Age 6

Jayce's mother, Vivian, had found a new boyfriend. One that made her happy and one who she thought made Jayce laugh and feel comfortable too. Chandler was seemingly the perfect guy. Absolutely perfect. He even tought Jayce how to behave when it was just the two of them. As far as Jayce knew, this was all completely normal behavior. He thought it was normal for Chandler to touch under his pants, to spank him bare and to grab him by the neck. This was how he learned what was wrong or right, or just not to make Chandler agitated with him.

Age 8

Jayce had started to notice that Chandler never got agitated with his mother, never punished her and that he never punished him when she was home... Maybe it was just a boy thing, he thought. Maybe he just wasn't supposed to talk about it, at least, that's what Chandler had told him... In fact, one night, when Vivian was working late and Chandler had put Jayce to bed, he stayed after the bedtime story. He stayed until Jayce fell asleep, he stayed and brushed his hair and Jayce could've sworn he felt a kiss on the lips, but it was most likely all a dream, of course. That wouldn't be right.

Age 15

Jayce was wrong. He was so, so, so wrong. Chandler was not doing this for the best, he was doing it because he liked Jayce in a... special way. He had learned what was going on wasn't right in his sex-ed class. This wasn't right. So when Chandler came in his room one night, when Vivian had the third shift at the hospital, he protested. He tried to get him to stop. But he couldn't, he simply couldn't. He was too big, everything hurt, and when Chandler left his room 15 minutes later, Jayce was a mess. Why did his body like that? His brain and heart did not but his body left his stomach a mess and his mind racing. He pulled a shirt back on along with pants, needing to go downstairs to get his inhaler. Chander was downstairs. Oh god Chandler was downstairs. Once he was at the top of the stairs he could hear his mother walk in from a long day at work and Chandler, of course, greeting her as if nothing had happened. How could he get down there without making a fool of himself, he was so embarrassed! Maybe he could sneak down...

"Hello Jayce, you need something?" The smooth voice of Chandler asked. He had been caught.

"Oh hi, sweetie! You're still up?" His mother asked, unaware of anything that had transpired merely moments before. Unaware of anything that happened in the years before.

".....Uh, yea, mom, I-I'm okay, just, uh... Needed a glass of water is all," He responded with a small tremble in his voice.

"Alright, love, I'll see you in the morning, I'm hittin' the hay early," She said in a sweet yet tired voice before going upstairs.

Chandler wasn't far behind, but before he went up, he whispered quietly in the boy's ear, "I would clean up if I were you... Never know when I might need something again pretty lil' boy..."

This wasn't ending soon, not by a long shot. Jayce could just tell by the tone of his voice but it was his fault for agitating Chandler, his fault for not behaving and apparently leading him on as Chandler had told him earlier. This was his fault but he didn't know how to fix it to make this stop.