A Year to Remember (part 5)
#6 of A Year to Remember
On that bike I rode. I rode down the streets, racing turning left and right when called for. The way to his house memorized and steering me. I was two blocks away when a car came out of nowhere. We both screeched to a halt but I got flung over the handlebars of my bike and landed in some bushes nearby. The crash made my sprained ankle worse I could practically see the angry red puffing of the bruising. I got up to my feet and put my hood up and ran the rest of the way pure adrenaline keeping me from crying in pain.
I got there soon and immediately knocked on the door quickly. Taking off my hood and waiting for him to answer. I knocked again and with thee adrenaline rush gone I fell to my knees and sat like that waiting for the door to open. With one final burst of energy I yelled help and from my position on the ground knocked on the door again. Thankfully he opened it and basically dragged me in his house.
"What's wrong Joel?" He said in a highly concerned voice.
"M-M-My dad raped me..." I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear me. "I'm just really scared and I don't know what to do. I repressed 6 years of my life because of what he did to me! I-I-I can't...I just can't live like this anymore!" My body was shaking from the force of my sobbing. I couldn't look at him in fear that he might kick me out or I would see a look of pure disdain on his face. What shocked me was the fact that he had a cell phone in his hand and had just called 911. He got finished telling them what had happened and just looked at me with compassion and love filling his eyes. He walked over to me and hugged me his warm dry fur comforting me as I sat there soaking.
"C'mon let's get you out of that hoodie." He said and tried to take the hoodie off of me I only shook my head.
"I don't want to..." I looked down at the ground and he just tilted my head upwards by my chin and kissed me. My tail that I had forced to stay down wagged around happily thumping against the floor. He took my hoodie off while I was still high from the kiss. Only to bring me back to reality when he saw my naked torso, arms, and thighs. The countless cuts, bruises, and scars were now in the open even the self-inflicted knife wound to the hip. I quickly snatched back the hoodie and pressed it against my body tightly trying to hide the horror show that was me.
"How long have you had those?" I didn't answer. "How long?!" He grabbed my shoulders and stared at me with tears in his eyes. 'Why does he care he hasn't known me that long. How can he even begin to think he knows me...'
"Why...Why do you care...I tried to tell the other teachers before and they wrote it off...So why...Why do you believe me, why do you care?!" I yelled at him, once again my body wracked with sobs. The only thing I felt was numbness.
"Because a friend of mine killed himself cause something like this happened to him. I listened to him when no one else did and it wasn't enough. If I had just shown him I cared more than anything went over his house more, protected him! Maybe...maybe he'd still be here. So I won't let anyone else slip through my fingers." He kissed me on the forehead and rubbed my back carefully. I could feel his soft hand rub over my scarred and bruised back. I just felt ugly and for him to do this to care for me, well it made me feel better like I wasn't just some doll to be used.
"Th-Thank you, I-I-I just always thought no one would love me or care for me like my mom did." I said and buried my head in his chest. It was soft and warm so I just cuddled up there while he began to pet my head lovingly.
"I'll care for you and love you. Don't worry just sleep peacefully and I'll protect you." Slowly I began to fall asleep believing every word he said to me and praying he could keep that hefty promise.
-Dreamscape-
'So lover boy did you face your fear of giving and receiving love?' A new voice said. 'The twins have done their job and are back with you. Just check your bag when you wake up.' He said. 'Now onto other matters, who do you think has raped you this whole time?' It asked.
"My dad who else could it have been?" I replied.
"Wrong, your dad has a twin brother who you never met. He had a history of touching you dad inappropriately probably because their dad did it to him. So he became a rapist after years of abuse. Your uncle has been the one who raped you. Not your dad, he was locked in the basement of your home the day your mom died. After weeks of no food or water he died...and after the night your uncle raped you he tossed you down there and you fell onto his lap and you cried in shock. You tried to shake him and wake him up but he was dead nothing but bones and in his hands was your real birthday gift a clover barrette that you kept bothering him and your mom about. I took the liberty of taking over at unexpected times to slip little things into your room so when you wake up there should be two items you treasure most. And one item you'll need to save you and Adam. Good luck.' Its voice faded out and I softly began to cry.
"I've cursed my dad mercilessly, screaming out at nothing about him being the one who did this to me. But it wasn't him at all...it was my uncle...it was all my uncle. An uncle I never knew...and he ripped away my happiness...."
-Waking World-
I woke up still in Adam's arms and I looked up at him softly and smiled. He reached into my bag and took out a small box covered in old and slightly deteriorated wrappings and took out a clover barrette. He placed it in my hair where it could be seen and also keep some of my hair out my face. He then handed me a white shirt that almost barely covered my stomach showing a bit of my belly and pubic fur. And his face went frazzled when he handed me a pink thong. I chuckled softly and slipped them on it covered my cock perfectly and was a thick enough fabric not to be see through but it made my fat ass look all the more bigger and more bubble like. Lastly as a real kicker he handed me some light pink and light blue thigh high socks which I slipped on happy to hide those nasty scars. I reached in the bag and pulled out my collar and a hoodie. I quickly slipped both on and then reached in one last time and pulled out a tazer. I stood up and held the tazer in my hand and walked over to the front window and looked out just to see a car ride up.
"Oh shit..." I said quietly.