~Andrew~

It's been almost a week now since I fell at the door of the Jones Family home.

Mrs.Jones moved me into Keaton's room after much convincing and introduced me to the family.

Mr.Jones was more than happy to open his home. Keaton's younger siblings didn't care for me too much since I was taking away Keaton's attention but that couldn't be helped. It seemed like no matter what I did the asshole wouldn't leave me alone. He was probably scared I'd leave again.

Keaton has still been trying to get some answers out of me but it's not easy to explain to him all that happen. So I don't. I just lie about it.

At first, I told him I was running from a gang. He laughed in my face.

Then I told him my brother and I made a bet and I lost so I had to leave the house. Keaton said, "You wish that was what happened."

We laughed at that for a long while.

As of now Keaton and I are sitting in his room watching the yellow sponge while Mr. and Mrs. Jones make lunch.

Keaton laughs. I get confused. It's a cycle.

"Keaton?" I hang my head out from the top bunk to get a clear view of his face.

"Andrew?"

I hate when he says my name like that.

"Why do you keep laughing down there? What in the hell is so funny?" I'm grinning now cause he's looking at me like I'm crazy.

"What are you going on about we're watching sponge bob for crying out loud. He's my hero." Keaton stares at the t.v screen as the yellow sponge talks, a glimmer in Keaton's eye for his admiration of the sponge.

"I don't get it anymore. It cant be me." I mumble under my breath. I don't understand. At first, I thought it was an inside joke but nobody laughs when the yellow sponge says anything. Only Keaton laughs.

Or maybe I'm crazy. I should ask-

"Children lunch is ready! Keaton Jones come set this table please!" Ms.Jones hollers through the house.

Keaton groans quietly to himself and rises from the bottom bunk, shaking the wooden frame. Keaton has a figure stuck between muscular and lean. His broad shoulders left his waist to disappear into the hem of his jeans. The arch of his shoulder blades gave the allusion that his white t-shirt sat on him securely compressed while his abdomen was loosely covered by the bottom half of his t.

I'm staring.

Keaton bends down for the remote to turn the tv off, putting his back muscles in the spotlight as they expand and contract without restraint. His attentive eyes scan the remote, his jaw clenching not out of bitterness but out of momentary fixation. His jaw looks like something you catch in art. I love art.

I'm still staring.

I shake my head from the immoral action I just committed and hop out of the bed, walking past Keaton hastily to help set the table.

Mrs.Jones had 'In The Hights' playing in the background, one of my favorite musicals. Spanish communities sang in the living room as I crossed the hall into the dining room which sat on the left side of the home.

"Andrew honey would you grab the plates please I'm going to throw them at my son as soon as he gets here for being so slow." Her smile and voice sounded genuine but I knew she was kidding. I laughed so hard that we could all hear Keaton's heavy footsteps quickly making their way to the dining room to see what all the commotion was about. The girls and Keaton's younger brother laughed along with me.

"What's so funny down here?" Keaton chuckled at me.

"Oh nothing dear just set the table, would you?" Mrs.Jones chuckled herself and walked back into the kitchen to grab more food to bring to the table.

"Yes ma'am." Keaton sprang into the kitchen to help his parents and grab utensils.

My hands carried the weight of the plates dishing them out one by one to their respective spots. Every Sunday the Jones family sets the table for a family lunch to celebrate making it through another week, a little tradition they made up along the way. Now I celebrate with them.

During this past week, I've grown more comfortable with the family and their routine of loving touches here and there. I still jolt but I catch myself for the most part now. I think Mrs.Jones is catching up but I'm not totally sure.

"Boo."

"AHHK- JESUS!" I almost drop a plate.

An "Amen" is heard from the kitchen.

"Keaton what the hell-" I whip around to Keaton giggling at his successful attempt to scare me. Three smaller giggles follow from behind.

"You were zoning out. That was hilarious." He takes a deep breath and continues distributing the utensils around the table. My heart is still racing as I try to capture my breath again.

Flashback

(TW:ABUSE,CHOKING,BLOOD,RAPE)

"Boo."

Two black combat boots entered the room, my eyes following them as my body instinctively moved closer to the wall, shaking violently. My eyes began to burn, hearing the dangerous venom and promising abuse exuding out of a single "boo". His dark aura and baritone voice filled the space reverberating off of every wall in the vacant room. Fear racked its way through my head down to my toes.

His feet came to a stop in front of the bed. An eerie silence became the only space between me and the inevitable.

The sudden massive silhouette of a hand reached out, seizing my throat before I could run. My body clashed and struggled. I fought to stay under the safety of the bed but was ripped out against my gagged pleas. 

"AGK-"

"How cute, you thought you could hide."

The man chuckled, sending shivers of disgust down my back. He picked me up off the floor by my throat after securing a tight grip. My airway cut from the privilege to breathe. My legs kicked out in front of me trying to fight the bad man away.

My hands scrambled outwards towards any source of life grasping at the muscular arms holding me mid-air. All I could hear were the gurgling noises coming out of my lips. Salty water filled my mouth and eyes, blurring everything in front of me in the already dimly lit room. My nails scratched at his flesh repeatedly resisting to break free from what was to come.

"Ack- P- Please-"

He threw me face-first into the coil mattress laughing, quickly placing his hand on the back of my throat forcing me to stay in place. My back was open to him as well as my bum. I began screaming for help. I screamed for anyone or anything that might save me from this prison. Why was he doing this to me?

"A- AH- Please! Someone help me please!"

The sound of shifting and clicking from removing clothing filled my ears as I wailed, my hands reaching back behind me for the wrists holding me down.

"You should be grateful." He lifted my shirt to expose all of my bareback that was still in the process of healing from the last appointment. His free hand traveled from my back to my stomach and down to my waistband to free the button of my jeans.

I thrashed my legs about, screaming and begging him to let me go.

"Gah! Please I'll do anything please let me go-"

"Shhh, all you have to do is lay there and look pretty." He pulled my pants down from the back as I continued to convulse. "It's all your good for anyway." His malicious fingers rubbed my nipples before being pressed into my back to pin me down, lewd words dropping from his lips. 

His breath assaulted my nostrils as his tongue swirled around the back of my ear and down my neck. I tensed up my shoulders to block him as much as possible, my legs squeezing shut behind me. My cries filled the mattress as I prayed for someone to help me. 

"Ngh- s- stop it please I'm b- begging-" My cries fell on my own ears alone.

The man whipped my rear end with the buckle of his belt for denying him passage to my neck, the warm unavoidable feeling of blood trickled down my thighs. I screamed and pleaded. Both landing on deaf ears as the punishment ensued. 

I wish I wasn't alive but I don't want to die. 

I wish I could wake up from this nightmare. 

My eyes screwed shut from the shame I felt of being so exposed. I would die here in this dingy room. On this cardboard bed, with a singular bulb hanging from the ceiling that poorly lit the room, I would die with the sounds of screams filling my ears and blood running off of my body in all different places of discomfort.

Like clockwork, he thrusted into my shaking body, forcing his member into me, without a care if it ended up ripping me in two. My hole burned like fire as the feeling of more blood ran down between my legs. The screams pursued; Eventually, I blackout. 

Leaving the boogeyman to do as he desired.

End of Flashback

"Andrew?"

"ANDREW!"