Page 29 of Thrust into the Light

He leaves the room and Instructor Fry sits down in the chair Connor left. I look up at him and his red eyes lock onto mine. I feel like I could get lost in them. They have a weird swirly color to them. There are parts of them that are darker than the other until they go black. He makes my stomach feel funny, like Connor does.

“Alright, Farlen, so what you are feeling is entirely normal. That funny feeling you keep getting is you being aroused. It is a natural response of your body to lubricate you so you are wet,and will make sex less painful.”

“What’s sex?”

“Ah, well, you do know that men and women have different body parts?” I nod at him. I remember the difference. It’s one dream I keep having now that I’m not there. I remember him coming down in the dark and hurting me, and then sticking something in me, and telling me it was all my fault.

“You’re going to have to explain that look to me some time. I won’t push you on it now, but when you’re comfortable with me, I want to know what that was about.” He sounds angry. I try to hide. Connor said he wouldn’t hurt me, but he sounds so mad.

“I uhhh, shit, I’m not mad at you, I am angry because the way you looked when I said that is making my imagination run wild with what could cause that reaction, and it is making me angry, but not at you.”

I nod to him.

“So, back onto topic, you know the difference between men and women, well sex is when they come together in an intimate moment, a man will stick his cock into the women’s vagina, and they will move and feel a lot of pleasure together, until they both find their release and cum.”

“NO SEX!” I say as loud as I can. That sounds like what HE did to me, but there was only pain, no pleasure. I look at Instructor Fry’s eyes and the darkness in them seems like it’s all over his eyes now. His nose keeps blowing air out of it hard, and he looks angry.

“Connor should have made your food by now. Why don’t you go see if it’s ready for you?” He says it like he is trying not to move his mouth. It sounds strange. I stand up and feel like the room spins. Instructor Fry grabs me and holds my arm while the room stops spinning.

“Spinning.” His hands feel nice, like Connors. Warm. I touch my stomach where it feels funny and look down at it.

“No sex,” I say to my stomach. Instructor Fry lets my arms go but keeps his hands out and watches me. The room isn’t spinning anymore, so I walk to the big table and sit down.Connor is there and his face is red again.

“So, did Zachariah tell you what the funny feeling is?” He slides me a plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I nod to him, and my stomach feels funny again the way he is looking at me.

I look down at it again and give it a mean face. “NO sex!”

Connor makes a funny noise, and I look up at him. His face is white. I look down at my arm and hold it up so it’s near his face. His face is almost as white as my arm. I don’t know what that means. His phone rumbles again and he looks at it, and then he is whiter than me.

“Farlen, I am going to need you to tell me something sweet girl, and if I get mad about it, it isn’t you at all okay? Remember, nothing you tell me will ever have me mad at you. I may just be mad because of what happened, but not mad at you.” He waits for me to nod my head at him. “I am going to need you to use your words for this sweet girl, because right now, what I am thinking is not good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay good, now sweetheart, did the man who hurt you ever touch you?”

I hear Instructor Fry walk into the table room. He stops and stands near the wall, just looking at me.

“Knives, fire, pointy things, lots of touching with them.” The table where Connor is holding it makes a funny noise.

“What he wants to know, Farlen, is if the man ever made you have sex with him.” Instructor Fry says.

“Yes, made sex, hurt me, told me my fault.”

Both Connor and Instructor Fry both say something at the same time. Sounded like fuck and kill him.

Connor looks mad. I look over at Instructor Fry; he looks mad too. I don’t know what to do. Never before had two mad men. Connor takes a couple of deep breaths and looks over to Instructor Fry, and nods his head. Instructor Fry leaves through the door to outside. A few minutes later, I hear someone yell loud and it sounds like something is hitting a tree.

“Thank you, sweet girl, for telling us. We are not mad at you for what happened, and it wasn’t your fault, no matter what the sick bastard said to you. You are not to blame for anything that happened to you. We are mad at the man who did it to you, and one day soon, we will find out who he is, and he can never touch you again.”

“He dead, no can touch me.”

“Good.”

He stops talking to me, and I eat my sandwich. Even after the one, I am still hungry. I look over this plate and see he still has all his. He smiles at me and pushes the plate over to me. I take one of his and can eat almost all of that one. When I put down the rest of the sandwich I can’t eat, Instructor Fry comes back in. He is breathing hard. Instructor Fry walks over to me and sits on his knees on the ground. He grabs one of my hands.

“I am sorry Farlen, I am not mad at you, but I am mad at that man, and I would like it if you would tell me his name, so I can go show him how mad at him I am.”

“She said he’s dead already.” I nod my head at Connor. Something rumbles high in my stomach. It isn’t the funny feeling I get down low, but it is higher in my stomach. I look down at it. What is wrong with my stomach?

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