Scars and Nightmares: Chapter Three

Scars and Nightmares: Chapter Three

Characters belong to Stephenie Meyers, but this story is all mine.

JPOV

When I got home that night I was alone and lonely and had too many horrific images in my head. I kept replaying those videos over and over again, I wanted to gouge my eyes out. At some point I'd fallen asleep on the couch and woke up with a stiff neck. I'd forgotten to eat dinner or change clothes. Taking my uniform off I laid back down on the couch of my tiny barely furnished apartment and fell asleep in just my boxers.

I was outside playing on the playground at school when the man called James took me. He didn't offer me treats or sweet words, he didn't lure me. Putting his hand over my mouth he took me from the monkey bars I was on. I tried to wriggle out of his arms or bite his hand so I could scream, but he was stronger than me. He took me to a house with the same bedroom that all those other boys had been in. James reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. That nauseating smell is what kept me out of bars until this day. It only served to bring memories back that were better left alone.

“Where's my mommy?” I cried. “I want to go home. I don't want to be here.”

“Shh... baby, it's okay. I'll take care of you. You belong to me now.” The man named James said and I threw up. I was terrified. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was happy playing on the school playground, and now I was here in a living nightmare.

“Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please.” I begged him in my high childish voice hoping he'd let me run. I didn't care at that point if I had to run out into the street naked, I'd do it.

“Baby, I want to make you feel good. Won't you let me do that?” He asked me softly and I cringed at the word baby. He acted as though he really thought he loved me and that terrified me all the more.

Crying, I said “Please... just let.... me... go...” The tears trailed down my face dripping off my chin.

Instead he kissed my neck and played with my penis for awhile. Then he took some sort of gel stuff and put it on his fingers. He pushed them into my ass and I cried harder. It fucking hurt. “Baby, it'll only hurt for a little while.” He tried to soothe me in his creepy way. I wished he'd stop calling me baby, I was no one's baby, least of all his. “This is going to feel big right now, but I promise you'll like it.” The man said to me kissing me again. He put the gel on his dick and pushed slowly inside me unlike the other boy, the one that killed him. I never did like what he did to me, he was psychotic if he thought I'd ever want him to touch me. I was only six for fuck's sake.

As he fucked me he did the same thing with the knife marking me, making me his own. I cried at all the pain I felt coming at me from everywhere before he released himself in me. The semen felt hot and wet and sticky as it dripped down my ass to the back of my legs. “So beautiful, baby.” The man said turning me around to face him. He licked my tears away and then licked the wounds he'd marked me with. I shuddered. “You are my favorite boy. You did everything I asked.” The man said tracing a finger down my cheek.

Then he turned away and got a wet washcloth and wiped my body down. He placed me in a car and took me back to the playground, naked. It was dark now. He left me there naked and shivering and terrified. I didn't even know how to get home from there. Eventually a policeman drove by and saw me there lying on the ground. He was my angel, in my childish mind he saved me, he was the reason I became a cop. Apparently my parents had reported me missing. I hadn't even realized I'd been gone for three days. The man had fucked me over and over and I didn't remember it, blurring them into one event.

The policeman had taken me to the hospital and called my parents up there. I heard him explain the condition that he'd found me in. My parents gasped and my mother sobbed hard. My father was angry and demanded that they catch whoever did this to their son. I was the first, but not the only boy they got evidence and testimony off of. They still never found him though, he was good at hiding.

Waking up to the sounds of my own screams again I was breathing heavily, cold, alone. An aura of black surrounded me, obsucuring my true self, dragging me into the pit of hell. I saw daylight outside but ignored it. I needed to get out of here and there was only one way out. My mind was made up, I was ready to go. Heading into the bathroom I pulled out my razors and then a bottle of Tylenol. I knew what would work, I'd seen many suicide cases before. I had no family to come and check on me either. I could have used my gun, but thought this would be less of a mess for someone to clean up.

Sitting in the bathtub I cut my thighs in rapid short strokes to feel the surge of pleasure for the last time. Opening the bottle of pills I turned the water on and started to swallow them all down before turning the water off. My unscathed arms would remain so no longer. At first I just did the tiny cuts on my forearms like I did on my thighs working up the courage to go deeper. Eventually though I cut the inside of my arm going longways on both sides deeply and laid back ready for death to take me. I welcomed it. The memories had sunk their sharp claws into my mind, my heart, my soul, infecting all of me. I didn't want to live with those nightmare's anymore.