Page 28 of Micro
Lowell, age 18
Ihadnoideawhy it had to be me going to infiltrate another club for my dad, but at least he was trusting me to take this on. That had to count for something. Maybe he was finally starting to respect me, and see me as a real man. It had taken plenty of beatings and shit over the years, but I’d finally learned what he wanted from me. Ruthless, cruel, twisted, willing to break or kill a person if he demanded it. He still kept saying I was too scrawny, but I’d bulk up, and I’d show him I wasn’t weak.
“Let’s go, kid, we’re burning daylight.” For some reason, I wasn’t going on two wheels like I’d hoped. Skull was driving me to a location where they had a bike waiting, and a whole new identity. It was a pity it was that fucker driving me, but I wasn’t scared of him anymore.
“Later, dad. I won’t let you down.” He shrugged, turning away to head to the bar.
“Got plans in place for when you do, boy.” Ouch. When would he finally give me a chance? It only strengthened my resolve. I’d make that fucker proud of me if it killed me.
I followed Skull out to the van, and we set off on our five hour trip across the country. He’d drop me where my new identity awaited, and I’d infiltrate the club he’d targeted, finding out their shipment patterns, and contacts, so we could take them out. It wouldn’t be the first time our club had done that, but it was the first time I’d been trusted to do it. I wouldn’t fuck it up, so I stayed quiet on the journey, my mind going over and over what I’d been told about the club. I’d have to go in as a prospect, and spend my year gaining their trust until they patched me in, and then I’d have all the access we needed.
“Another half hour to go, kid,” Skull said suddenly, distracting me from my obsessive planning, and surprising the hell out of me.
“Already?” I checked the time on my phone, and wondered what the fuck he was on about, since the road signs around us proved he was talking out of his ass.
“What’s going on?” I asked, knowing he was up to something, but not sure if it was something my dad was aware of or not.
“Change of plans, that’s all. I’m not driving all fucking day for this, so I set us up a bit closer to home. You’d prefer to be on a bike anyway, right?” Huh. I never thought I’d see the day he’d do me a favour, but I wasn’t about to reject it.
“Fuck, yes. Does dad know?”
Skull smirked. “Doesn’t he always? I got a bird nearby who needs a good fucking, so I’mma spend the day balls deep.” I grinned, knowing he’d always let his dick make his decisions.
“Gotcha. I’d say don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, but you don’t know any other way, right?”
“You’re not so fucking perfect, dipshit. You groped your own mother that time, remember?” What the actual fuck? I felt physically sick at the suggestion, but I knew he was lying.
“Jesus, what’s wrong with you? I’ve never even fucking met her, remember?”
He snorted, steering the van down an isolated lane, hopefully heading for my new ride, and freedom. I’d been trapped under dad’s thumb all my life, but this job for him also meant I’d be out on my own, and I couldn’t fucking wait. I felt like I could breathe for the first time.
“Let’s get your shit, kid.”
Skull got out of the van, which was parked up in a remote lane, with no sign of any buildings in any direction. Where the fuck was my new bike?
“You don’t remember your mama, kid? She was taking multiple cocks at the time, like the whore she was.”
What the fuck! I turned to yell at him, but something hard smashed into the side of my head, and I must have passed out. When I came to, something really wasn’t right, in fact it was veryverywrong. Skull leaned over me with a disgusting groan, and searing pain in my ass told me exactly what the sick fucker was doing to me.
“Fuck! Get off me!” I yelled, trying to fight him off, but I was half in the van, and his weight was holding me down.
“Your dad watches your back more than you know, kid. I’ve wanted this ass since you were old enough to grope your mama’s tits, but he wouldn’t let me. Didn’t want a pussy for a son.” His guttural groans, as he raped me, were sounds I’d never be able to shut out of my brain.
Micro
Ileanedonthesink, wiping my mouth with my other hand. Telling this shit to Soph was gonna kill me, just fucking remembering it was eating at me. My dad was right to think I was a pussy, and no amount of steroids or bulking up, or beating the shit out of guys, could change that. I couldn’t even avenge him properly, not that he deserved it, and didn’t it take me too fucking long to realise that. I’d had a home, even if I’d gone in there with bad intentions. I’d had a real family at last, brothers, people to rely on, and I fucked it all up.
I rinsed the taste of puke from my mouth and straightened up, time to fucking man up for maybe the first time in my life, and be honest, even though it’d definitely lose me the only person who seemed to want to see something good in me.
“Are you okay?” I didn’t deserve her kindness when I returned to the living room, or her patience. Why couldn’t I have met her before I turned psycho, and torched my entire future.
“Where was I?” I asked, trying to remember where we were at before that memory hit me, like Skull’s touch still fucking lingered, tainting me.
She swallowed hard, lowering her eyes almost respectfully.
“Your mother. I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me more about that.”
My fucking mother. I wanted to be able to remember a woman who’d loved me, and nurtured me, but the only memory I had of her, was of brutality, and cruelty, and that fucking day when Skull delighted in telling me about her, as he fucking…Jesus. I took a breath, and let it out slowly.
