So Gone

Home is where your heart is

The next day Cream was released from the hospital. When they got to the house ice helped cream into the house and upstairs to his office. He was in pain but he wouldn't admit it to ice. He was a man, plus he had enough pain meds in the hospital and he didn't want to get hooked on them pills. He seen a many soldier fall to them Percocets. "Ice I'm bringing my son home after the funeral tomorrow. Out of respect for you I'm telling you this now but this is my house and I don't want no problems out of you. He's my son, you're my wife. So deal with it and treat my child like he is your own!" Ice was Furious. Not because of the baby, but because of creams tone toward her. She knew in her heart that baby cream was going to come be with them when she had his mother killed. She was ready to be a good stepmother to him, but cream was in a foul mood these days. Snapping at her frequently and being blatantly disrespectful. She wondered if she should have just left him, instead. Oh well. It is what it is. "Don't worry Cream baby. I'm here for you. And I will love him like I gave birth to him. I promise you." She walked out of the office then so cream could not see the tears that were falling from her eyes.

Across town Sarah set on her balcony. She had a picture of Meme in her hand and a gun in the other hand. She looked at the old pic of Meme when she was 16 years old pregnant with her first grandbaby. "My beautiful baby, I'm going to kill them all. If it's the last thing I do." She went back into her condo, and picked up her sleeping grandson and kissed him on the forehead. "Baby Cream, I'm going to kill your daddy and his coke whore wife. No one kills a Wells and survives remember that!" She placed the baby back in his bassinet and went to check on the other grand kids, whom were sleeping soundly. She called LL, he didn't answer so she left a message "I need you nephew, come over here and take care of me."

LL was half asleep at his apartment when his phone rang. He knew it was his aunt, he ignored her call. He was tired of her, so over it. He lay there paralyzed by a flashback. He knew it was PTSD but dam he could not control it. He fell back to sleep and dreamed about it... it smelled musty in that room that afternoon. Normally, all he could smell was her perfume all sweet and sickening to his stomach. Aunt Sarah was naked sitting on a recliner playing with herself with a dildo. LL turned his head and looked at the wall. "Turn your head and look at this wet pussy, Auntie gonna make you a great man and lover. Oh, yes this how I want you to fuck me when your old enough." She had her legs wide open and her pussy was making weird sounds that sounded like farting to him. He was an  11 years old  kid, getting molested. He watched her nervous and uncomfortable, but didn't dare complain. In the past he complained and she sat on his face, grinding hard and he could barely breathe. So he learned to shut up. He was consumed with guilt and disgust because it was aunt, and because he was a child he was afraid to speak up. When turned 13 years old, she took his virginity. Unable to control his erection if he wanted to, his body betrayed his will. She raped him on that basement floor. She rode him hard until her knees were bruised and sweat was dripping onto his face. It was a painful first time for LL because she was rough. It seemed to go on forever, he couldn't come. Unknowing to him, Aunt Sarah spiked his Hawaiian punch with Viagra. He stayed hard for two hours of her torture. This was his normal Sunday afternoon activity. Most of the time while she was raping him, he lay there thinking about playing basketball with his friends. Anything but be in the moment with Aunt Sarah. Like most abused children, LL didn't tell a soul. He was so afraid of her, he did not dare.