by C. A. Rene
I snap out of my shocked state and start to undo my uniform slacks, “yes ma’am.”
Before I’m fully released from my pants, she’s climbing onto the seat and straddling my waist. She swats my hand away and lines me up, sinking down slowly.
“Yes.” She rasps out and begins to gyrate her hips, grinding against me.
This is her show, I’ll let her have full reign. I lean my seat back and cross my arms behind my head. Might as well relax and watch the show. She places her hands on my chest and begins to ride me at a fast pace. Fuck, she feels so good, and before long my hands reach out and grab her hips as I help her pick up the pace even more.
“I’m coming.” She exclaims, letting her head fall back as she sinks all the way down and grinds into me.
As soon as I feel her contract, I’m not too far behind, spilling myself deep inside her. Just like that, I’m fucking tired and the thought of going to school makes me want to bash my head off the window. I’d even consider it if I didn’t already worry about how hard school is already. Every brain cell matters at this point.
“Thanks.” Adri huffs out and she flops back over to her seat.
I watch as she puts her panties back on, “you’re welcome?”
I feel thoroughly used and I abso-fucking-lutely love it.
We make it to school, completely late and having to skip homeroom. Mrs. G was going to trip without my daily prayers. I’ll have to make up for it tomorrow with something spectacular to say about our souls or some bullshit.
I hastily rushed to my chem class after planting a wet one on Adri’s mouth. Bet her panties were also full of my wet stuff too. I skip into the class with a minute to spare. Travis looks up from his text book and narrows his eyes on me. What did I do now? I saunter over to my desk beside his and slump down into my seat.
“Sup?” I ask him and his brows crush together, making that adorable little crinkle between them.
“You weren’t here when I got here.” He states.
“I was late.” I avoid his eye.
“Doing?”
“Adri.” I turn and smirk at him. “While she was in a kilt, bro.”
He bites down on his lower lip and releases a soft moan. Fuck me, I’m hard again. He’s so hot, especially when he bites down on those full dick sucking lips.
“Did she find anything last night?” He asks.
“She says she did.” I nod, “she’s going to show us later.”
The rest of class goes by with me mostly daydreaming about Travis and how good he felt the night before. I want to hit that again tonight. As I’m packing up my stuff, Travis slams his bag on the desk and releases an irritated huff.
“What?” I ask him.
“The police still have no new leads on Sonja and I still can’t get a hold of her.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I think my mother did something to her.”
“Maybe she did,” I agree, “but it doesn’t mean she’s harmed. It could mean she’s hiding out.”
“True.” He slightly relaxes and grabs his bag. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
I watch as he leaves, his shoulders bent forward and his head down. I noticed that's his usual demeanor in this building. He hates being here, it’s not about hating school, I know it was more about him hating this school and it came from that coach. I want to ask him about it more, try and help him through whatever the fucking perv did.
I head to my locker and see a familiar purple head standing beside it. She doesn’t have her locker open and it looks more like she’s waiting for someone. I hope for her sake it’s not me.
“Hey,” she clears her throat as soon as I get to my locker. She’s fucking brave. “Emmett? Right?”
I don’t answer her and instead give her a narrowed look.
“Right. I’m not here to start shit, I don’t want anything to do with Vin and Ember. I’m here for a friend.”
I raise my eyebrow and motion for her to continue.
“It’s Shay, her and Adrianna talk sometimes.” She sneers. “I’m worried about her and I think you might know something.”
“Me?” I point a finger to my chest, “I don’t even know her.”
“I know. I just have some information and I think you could help.”
“Okay, let’s hear it and make it quick. I’m fucking hungry.”
“Wow,” she chuckles and shakes her head, “not only do you look like her but you sound like her too.”
“Crazy like her too.”
“Anyways, in grade nine, Shay was caught in a compromising position with a coach here.”
“Caught by whom?”
“Me. I walked into the locker room and found them in the middle of stuff.”
“Like you found my sister and Vin?” I step in closer to her.
“Yes,” she nods, “exactly like that. I’m not excusing myself, I was looking for blackmail in both cases. But recently, Shay told me that he was raping her.”
I watch as a tear slips down her cheek and I fight really hard not to roll my fucking eyes at her.
“What can I do about any of that?” I ask.
“He used to be Travis’ coach for baseball. Then he died in his house not too long ago.”
“Again, what am I supposed to do with that?” I begin to lose my patience.
“Could you talk to Travis? I see you guys are close. Maybe ask him if he knows anything?”
Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I can see an angle she might be working here. “Are you suggesting Travis was somehow involved?”
“No. I’m suggesting that maybe that coach was a fucking pervert who preyed on kids!” She yells and turns on her stiletto heel to march away.
A bunch of people standing around turned their attention on her retreating back and then on me. What a fucking bitch. She knew yelling that out would attract attention. I will talk to Travis about all this but not here, there are too many listening ears. I head to the cafeteria and see Adri, Vin and Travis sitting together. That shit is rare, usually Travis is with his jock buddies and Vin is with his artsy people.
I make my way to their table and sit beside Adri. They are all looking down at an open file in front of them.
“What is this?” I ask.
“The adoption file I found.” She answers. “There’s some weird shit in here that I just don’t understand.”
“Like what?”
“I think we should wait and show this to E.” Travis mutters.
“I want to look at it now,” Adri stresses to him. “I will show her later.”
“What is weird about it?” I look over her shoulder.
“The fact that Adri was adopted in July but her birthday is September thirtieth.” Vin states.
“Wait… September thirtieth? That’s in like three days.” I exclaim. “Were you going to say anything?”
“Sorry, I just got caught up in everything and to be honest, I just fucking forgot.” She presses her fingers to her temples. “I just want something lowkey, don’t fucking plan a party Emmett.”
“Well, if these papers are correct, we fucking missed your birthday. You’re already seventeen.” I clasp her on the shoulder and grin.
“Actually,” Travis points out, “she’d be eighteen.”
We all lean in and sure enough the year of birth is one more than mine. Adri is eighteen years old if these documents are to be believed.
“Let’s close this up and we’ll figure it out with Ember.” Vin says.
“I’m leaving.” Adri huffs and stands up from the chair.
I look to both Vin and Travis and they shrug their shoulders and get up as well. This is my first time skipping. What am I supposed to do?
“Guys,” I hold my hand out, “shouldn’t we tell Anna?”
Vin cackles and Travis has a smirk on his face.
“No silly,” Adri grabs my hand, “we’re skipping.”
“Adrianna,” Embe
r says as she reads over one of the papers from the file, “you were born in New York on July 28th, 2001. Given up by mother and no father present.”
“New York.” Travis hums, “Talia.”
“Yeah,” Ember nods, “that’s what I was thinking.”
Adri is sitting in an armchair in Ember’s room and she’s been pretty quiet this whole time. It’s a lot to take in to know your life isn’t what it seemed or what you thought.
I go over to her and kneel, “babe, are you okay?”
“I want to know the full truth. Is it what's on those papers or what was always said to me?” She sounds sad and broken.
“We’ll figure it all out, Adri.” Ember sounds resolute as always.
“I just want to get home.” Adri yawns into her hand.
“I’ll drop you on my way to check on my mom.” Vin says as he stands, grabbing his keys.
“I’m going to hold on to these and continue to look them over.” Ember points to the papers spread across her bed.
“Sure.” Adri waves it off. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
I watch as she leaves the room with Vin in tow. I feel bad for her, these past few weeks have been a fucking whirlwind. To learn that your birthday is completely wrong and that maybe your parents are involved in some shady shit is rough to say the least.
“I’m gonna head to bed.” Travis yawns, “I need some fucking sleep.”
“Me, too.” I nod. “Night Sissy.”
“Night Fool.” Ember says and I chuckle on my way out of her room. I love that bitch something fierce.
“Travis.” I call out.
“Yeah?” He turns to look at me.
“I need to talk to you.”
“Okay.” He shrugs and leads the way to his room.
I step inside and close the door, I watch as Travis takes his shirt off and throws it into the hamper on the side. “What’s up?”
“Uh…” he’s fucking hot, his body is sculpted and his fucking abs look delectable. “Uh… fuck, can you put clothes on?” I snap at him.
He chuckles and pulls on a black t-shirt, “better?”
“No, but I can’t concentrate otherwise.” I grumble.
“What’s up? Or did you come for round two? I’ll warn you though… I’m hella tired.”
“No,” I shake my head, “it’s about something that was said to me today.”
“What?”
“Marlana was waiting for me at my locker before lunch. She told me to tell you that she thinks Shay was raped by Coach Halbert.”
He’s quiet and looking off over my shoulder. I know this fucker did some shit to Travis but I don’t know the extent of it.
He exhales heavily and sits on the edge of his bed, “I guess I believe that could’ve happened. Although, I have known Coach Halbert’s preferences to be more towards young boys.” His voice is small and sounds like he’s in pain.
I sit down beside him and place my hand on his knee. I love him and I want him to feel like he has me, no matter what.
“Coach began sexually abusing me when I was ten years old. It started out small, touches over clothing in exchange for love and attention. My house was a cesspool of hate, my mother was hateful to the core and my father enjoyed dealing punishments. Coach was a distraction from them and to a ten year old, he was a saviour. Who cares if I had to massage him in certain places? I was loved. I was favoured.”
His voice breaks and he buries his face into his hands, “it slowly escalated. Pants were removed and I was rubbing him over his underwear, then they were removed and I was massaging a sore muscle. He covered it up by telling me he was teaching me about my own body. To an eleven and twelve year old, it sounded legit. I didn’t have parents who took notice of me, who cared and wanted to teach me about the ways of life. Instead, I had a coach who took interest in me and I ate it up. I was so fucking desperate for love. It carried on for years, then one day I got home and my father told me I had a meeting to attend with him. Little did I know I would forcibly lose my virginity to my father’s regular prostitute. I was fourteen years old.”
My heart is lodged in my throat and my hands shake from the anger coursing through my veins. If my sister hadn’t already killed the cunt, I’d have Travis’ father’s throat in my hands.
“I was in love with Adri at the time, I think I always have been. I wanted her to be my first and I was destroyed when she could never be. After I fucked the prostitute, I cried and my father found me more of a disappointment. The next baseball practice, I tried to take back my life. I told Coach I didn’t want to continue any further, I wouldn’t be participating in his activities anymore. He ended up raping me in the locker room showers later that day. He overpowered me and he was bigger. When he was through, he gave me a cigarette and said I was brave. Then thirteen more times after that, once a month and one month twice, he fucked me and I let him. I let him because he threatened to expose my evil family. Even though they hated me, I protected them in the only way I knew how. After a solid year, I found a gun in my father’s desk drawer. I couldn’t stand myself any longer and I knew that if I didn’t make him stop, I would turn the gun on myself.”
Hearing that Travis was ready to end his life scares the shit out of me. I can only imagine he hit his bottom and he saw no other way out.
“I got to his house and he was there, with a woman. I wasn’t surprised because Coach dated many women. A lot of them happened to be the teammate’s single mothers. Sounds strange? It made it easier for him to get to the child. That night, I barged in and I had no idea who the woman was but she left in a hurry when I pulled out the gun. I told Coach that night that we were done, he couldn’t touch me or anyone else again because if he did, I would be back to finish the job. I told him to quit his job as our coach and to never come back to Precious Blood. I regret leaving that house and not taking his life. I should’ve been the one to do it. I later learned that the woman he was with was Charles’ mother. I have yet to tell him about that.”
His shoulders heave and I hear his voice hiccup. I gather him up and hold him close. His body is trembling and his breathing is erratic.
“Travis,” I soothe him. “I am so sorry that happened to you. But you have a family now. I will always be here and I will never let anything like that happen to you again.”
“I know, I finally have a family now,” he sniffs. “I thank God for Ember every day. She brought me all of you.”
My heart wants to explode, it’s so heavy with sadness and love. I finally know what it feels like to take on the pains of the one you love. Travis’ pain is extensive and it can crumble mountains. It scares me because I feel like he’s walking the edge and at any moment he could slip and fall.
“The funny thing is, I found out my father knew. He gave me to Coach as an incentive to stay quiet. Like ‘hey, fuck my kid but make sure you shut your mouth about anything else.’ At every corner he made sure to call me a faggot and laugh in my face. I wanted to kill him as well but I didn’t have the courage.”
“Most people don’t.” I say quietly, “it’s not a bad thing. It’s hard to hold the souls of your victims.” I tell him.
Then we crawl up his bed and I curl up around him. I wait until his breathing levels out and I try to stay awake to make it back to my own bed but in the end I lose the battle with my exhaustion.
27
I decided to stay home today, school just seems so mundane in reality to all of the things happening. Emmett wanted to stay with me but I told him I needed to just reflect and maybe work on the pool at my house. At the mention of the green slime, he hopped out of my bed and told me to enjoy my day. It was nice waking up to him, he didn’t monopolize my bed and let me have the blankets. It was actually pretty close to perfect.
Last night, after letting everything out about Coach and my father, I feel freer and I also have a new flame lit under my ass. I need to pull in Ember to talk to the police chief. They aren’t doing enoug
h to find Sonja and the longer she is missing the more I fear for her. I’m her son and I understand why she stayed in that environment, it’s also why I’m worried she hasn’t reached out.
There’s a soft knock on the door and then E opens it slowly, “a little bird said you were staying home today.”
“Yeah, I want to drain that pool so I can call in the cleaners and I need to speak to Chief Moore about Sonja’s case. There’s been nothing.”
“I’ll come with.” She throws up a thumb, “but that nasty ass pool is all you. Leave the Chief to me.”
“Cool.” I chuckle. “You good to walk and shit?”
“Don’t join the group of idiots I call our family, you’re the smart one.” She shakes her head as she leaves my room.
I guess that’s a yes.
“Are we going to do something for Adri’s birthday?” I ask her as we pull out of our driveway in my car.
“She was pretty clear she wanted nothing. But I know Adri and how much she loves a good party. I’m a little worried about her… and you.” She cuts her eyes to me.
“Me? Why?”
“Because you’re not speaking as much. I don’t want you clamming up.” She stresses.
“Emmett came to me last night and told me Marlana approached him about Coach and Shay.” I tell her.
“I know. He told me this morning.” She shakes her head, “I’m not sure what to believe when it comes to Marlana, but it’s definitely something we can ask Shay about.”
“I also told him about what happened with me and Coach.”
“I’m glad. It’s not something you should have to hold inside and deal with alone. We all love you… obviously me the most.” She waves her hand.
“Yeah I know.” I chuckle, “you do love me the most.”
I press the button on the visor to open the front gates. I hate this house and I can’t wait to finally be done with it. Maybe I’ll rent it out or sell it. The latter may be more difficult considering two people committed suicide here. Finding realtors should be fun too.
I park the car in front of the garage and look to the front door, hoping to see Sonja standing there waiting to greet me. Nope, the house is just as dead as the people that were found in it.