Jimmy

by William Malmborg

  Brett, gasping for air, straightened himself and looked around. The bitch who had once reported him for using a hall pass to go get a Coke from the vending machine during class hours was looking at him. God, he hated all hall monitors, especially that one.

  Before she could get close he walked away, his mind thinking about one thing: Jimmy. The bastard was going to pay for this.

  * * *

  “I don’t know why, but he’s picked on me ever since the first grade,” Jimmy said. “It all began with the game Four Square if you can believe that,” he added with a smile.

  “Four Square?” Tina asked. “Really?”

  “Seriously. When I was little, that game was all the rage during recess. The school had like five Four Square patterns laid out, yet huge lines still developed all the time at each one. I wasn’t very good at the game but liked it and always got knocked out, but then one day I started to do really good and got to the King Square and was allowed to make the rules. It was really cool but everyone ganged up on me to knock me out, which obviously is how the game works, but being that young and being ganged up on and then being knocked out right away really got to me and I started crying and ran behind a tree. After that, Brett never left me alone.”

  “What a jerk,” Tina said.

  “Yeah, but now it doesn’t really bother me. He thinks it does, which is why he keeps at it, probably because it used to make me cry in junior high school and he once pinned me on the ground and pushed my face in goose shit. I started working out my freshman year though since they had a weight room and now every time he tries to hurt me I just push back. He doesn’t seem to realize that I could kick his ass if I wanted to.”

  “Plus you sit alone everyday so people probably think it still gets to you.”

  “Well, it doesn’t, I just prefer to sit by people whose company I enjoy.”

  Tina smiled which caused Jimmy to blush.

  After that neither one knew what to say, but thankfully their silence didn’t last long since Alan came and joined them for the walk home, the words, “so I hear you two are going to prom together,” leaving his lips.

  “Yeah,” Tina said, again smiling.

  “Aw, that is so cute,” Alan taunted.

  “Watch it,” Jimmy said though it didn’t really bother him all that much because the more he had thought about it, the more he enjoyed the idea of going to the prom with Tina. In fact, he couldn’t believe he had previously gone so long without even thinking about asking her, his mind fine with the idea of missing what would be such a wonderful moment for the two of them. It was going to be great.

  * * *

  He really likes her, Alan said to himself as he watched the two hug before parting at Tina’s place, their conversation having carried them there without interruption, which seemed unreal since their talks on the way home usually consisted of several moments of silence and then a hesitant See you tomorrow before separating.

  Jimmy watched as Tina walked up to her house and then gave a quick wave when she turned to look back before stepping inside, a huge smile on her face.

  Jimmy had a smile too; one which didn’t fade away as he rejoined Alan on the sidewalk.

  “What?” Jimmy asked.

  Alan smiled. “You’re glowing.”

  “Shut up.”

  “And now you’re blushing too. My God man, you’ve completely fallen for her.”

  “I…” Jimmy stopped. “Okay, maybe I like her a little, so what, I’m allowed.”

  “Yes, you are allowed,” Alan said as the two started walking. “But only just a little, and you can only like her, not love her. Those are the rules for Mr. I Never Will Be Infatuated By A Girl like all those losers at school.”

  “Oh, you are so asking for a beat-down,” Jimmy said.

  “You couldn’t hurt a fly,” Alan said.

  “Wanna bet? I elbowed Brett is the stomach right before leaving and was going to punch him too if a hall monitor hadn’t been coming around the corner.”

  “Epic! No wonder you’re glowing. You’ve kicked ass and have a hot girl going to prom with you. Jesus.”

  Jimmy didn’t reply and Alan wondered if he was pushing it too far. The trouble was that Jimmy’s relationship was exciting for him and he couldn’t help it. His older brother had been alone for so long due to his self imposed prison, and now it looked like Tina might help him break free.

  “So, what happened?” Alan asked.

  “Nothing really, he just put me in a headlock and I elbowed him right under the ribcage.” Jimmy shrugged. “I may have knocked the wind out of him, but I don’t know for sure.”

  “Sweet.”

  “It was nothing.”

  “Yeah, but you know how everyone is. By tomorrow people will be saying you beat him up.”

  “True.”

  Physical contact always turned into more than it really was in school. Simply being pushed against a locker could turn into a person having the shit kicked out of him by the end of the day. Jimmy had experienced this quite a bit. Someone would trip him in the hall or knock him off balance so he hit the divider between two doors, and he wouldn’t retaliate even though he could beat the crap out of them, and within a day word about the ‘fight’ would have spread, especially on Facebook. Jimmy never seemed to care though, probably because he knew if the kids really wanted to fight with him they would be in for a world of hurt, not to mention the threat of being expelled once the school board got involved.

  “It’s too bad Brett wasn’t in the weight room that day when you showed everyone up,” Alan said.

  “He’s had to have heard about it.”

  “Yeah, but if he had seen it he probably wouldn’t be such a jerk.”

  “The guy’s a dumbass and is always going to be a jerk. Being able to out bench someone with free weights isn’t going to change that.”

  “Most seemed to shut up after that though.”

  “They did, didn’t they,” Jimmy said, the sagging smile getting a booster shot of ego enhancers.

  “Of course your strength is no match against my mad Kung Fu skills.” Alan did a pretend hand chop with his statement. Laughter followed.

  * * *

  Samantha heard the latch of the door click open and looked toward it. Despite being forced to do it, she was embarrassed by what was sitting in the bucket. She had no idea why this embarrassment filled her — it wasn’t like she was trying to impress Jimmy with her lady like qualities, yet her actions and the resulting smell caused her face to go red.

  Jimmy’s face and the small gasp that escaped his lips as he walked in only added to her embarrassment. Several hours had drifted by since her use of the bucket, but during that time the smell had not weakened. Actually, it had probably gotten worse.

  Samantha wanted to say something, but no words came.

  Jimmy didn’t say anything either. Instead he just took the bucket from between her legs and went back outside for a few minutes. When he came in again the bucket had been emptied and washed out. He set it aside.

  Samantha’s body ached from standing and she wanted down. Boredom had gotten to her as well. During the peak of it she had actually wished for Jimmy’s return just so she’d have some company. Now, however, she wanted to be alone again, her mind cursing her earlier wishes.

  “Please let me down?” she begged.

  Jimmy nodded and walked over to the tied-off rope end and undid it. Samantha collapsed to her knees and then down to her butt. Pain erupted everywhere. The sudden freedom to move around had its costs.

  Jimmy stepped over and undid the ropes from around her wrists. This added to the pain as the blood raced back. The pins and needles attacked.

  Once again Samantha found herself grinding her teeth together as a way of distorting the pain. It wasn’t really a conscious action.

  Jimmy walked over to the shelf and took a new bottle of water down and handed it to her. He then grabbed a bag of pretzels, opened it, and tasted one. Satisfaction ran through his face
as the pretzel went down. He brought the bag over.

  Hunger twisted her insides at the sight and she stuffed several in her mouth. A large gulp of water helped down the mouthful.

  Jimmy just stared at her.

  Samantha realized something as she took another handful of pretzels. She was naked from the waist down. Jimmy could see everything, and he was looking.

  Where were her pants?

  Her eyes caught sight of them over by the blankets on the opposite side of the wall. In order to get to them, she would have to crawl, which would expose herself even more. It was not an action she wanted to take part in.

  “Can you bring me my pants?” she asked, hesitation staining her words.

  “If you do something for me first,” Jimmy said. He then stood up and unbelted his pants.

  No, she thought while backing away.

  “Don’t make me force you,” Jimmy said. “All I want is another handjob.”

  A handjob? She questioned. Why was that all he ever wanted? Here he could have her body at any time, yet he never took it. What was wrong with him?

  Are you complaining? a voice asked.

  No.

  Knowing everything would get worse if she denied him; Samantha crawled over and sat before him. She then reached up a hand and took hold of his erection.

  Jimmy shivered beneath her.

  “Don’t close your eyes this time,” he said. “And look up at me.”

  Samantha obeyed him, her hand slowly moving back and forth against him.

  Jimmy groaned and his body started to hunch forward. His hands were restless and couldn’t figure out what to do. His knees shook.

  It took about thirty seconds and then he came, his seed splattering her hand and shirt. It was warm and sticky and sickening.

  “Keep going,” Jimmy gasped.

  Fighting the urge to be sick, Samantha continued to move her hand back and forth, the thick liquid oozing between her fingers and him.

  More dripped out and eased itself to the floor.

  Jimmy pulled away with a gasp, his hand grabbing himself and squeezing the last of his seed out.

  Samantha held her hand out before her, semen clinging to it. The hand felt contaminated. She wanted to clean it off.

  Jimmy saw this and suddenly said, “Lick it all off.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Lick it off your hand. I want to see you put it in your mouth and swallow it.”

  “No, I can’t.” Her stomach turned over just thinking about it, nausea building.

  “If you don’t I’ll hang you for twenty minutes.”

  Her hands still had numb spots from the last time and she knew she didn’t want to do that again. But she also didn’t want to put that disgusting stuff in her mouth. No. She couldn’t do it. Just the thought was going to make her sick.

  “One, two, three—” he began, his own hand wiping the residue from himself onto his bare leg.

  Samantha took a deep breath and brought the hand to her face. Hesitation gripped her. Her eyes looked up at Jimmy. He was staring down at her, his face hard, his eyes mean.

  She stuck out her tongue and touched it to one of the globs on her finger. The taste was unlike anything she had ever had inside her mouth before, and it disgusted her. It seemed salty and — she didn’t know what flavor it was.

  “Do it,” Jimmy ordered, his impatience growing.

  Samantha ran her tongue against her finger and scooped up a gooey strand. This time the taste was ten times worse than the small sample she had taken and caused her to gag. The urge to vomit almost got the better of her, yet somehow she forced it back down. She then took another lick from her hand, this one nearly falling off her tongue as the weight of the glob shifted, and quickly swallowed it. No gag followed and she took another quick lick and then another and another until her hand was cleaned off.

  Once finished the sickness hit again. Like before, she managed to fight it off. She wondered if it was a fight worth winning. Did she really want that stuff swimming inside of her?

  “I’m going to reward you tonight,” Jimmy said while handing her panties back. Satisfaction and excitement filled his words. “You’re not going to stand all night.”

  “Really?” she asked while pulling the panties on. Relief at having that area covered nearly overwhelmed her.

  “Yes,” he said. “Stand up and put your hands behind your back.”

  She obeyed.

  Jimmy began wrapping the rope around them and then pulled the knot tight. “Walk over to the pipe.”

  She did.

  “Sit with your back to it.”

  She sat and he tied the rope around the pipe. This gave her about a foot or two of movement in her arms and also made it so she could move to the side and lean against the wall. Her mind was so warped by this that she actually said, “Thank you,” and hoped the night would never end. She just wanted to sit there forever. It felt so good.

  * * *

  “Do you know a girl in your class named Samantha King?” Rebecca asked Tina that night at dinner, one which had started out pretty quiet thanks to the bitterness from the night before.

  “Maybe,” Tina said. The name sounded familiar but she couldn’t put it to a face.

  “Well I was talking to Martha today and she said a girl named Samantha King was kidnapped while walking home from school yesterday.” Her mother spoke slowly, the way people did when something terrible had happened and they wanted to show concern, yet didn’t really feel it.

  Now Tina knew exactly who her mother was talking about. Her disappearance had been an impromptu topic in a few of her classes today. Some had even gone so far as to speculate on her being kidnapped, but most thought it unlikely?

  “Everyone I talked to says she ran away,” Tina said.

  Rebecca shook her head. “Martha says the girl was an honor student and was planning on going to college in the fall. Girls like that don’t just run away.”

  “Maybe you’re right? After all, you’re the expert when it comes to running away.”

  Her mother slammed her palm on the table after that causing the dishes to jump, and said, “You know, I’ve just about had enough of your attitude and guilt-trip attacks. You think you know everything that happened between your father and me, but you don’t.”

  “Maybe if you had picked up the phone once in a while, you could have filled me in,” Tina said.

  “Maybe if you had picked up the phone yourself, I would have known you were interested,” Rebecca said back.

  “Yeah, blame the kid,” Tina said. “That always looks really good. While you’re at it, why don’t you just go ahead and tell me that you left because of me too. Tell me everything was fine until I showed up.”

  “You were the reason I left, but not in the way you think,” Rebecca said.

  “So it was my fault,” Tina said, unwanted tears starting to fall. “Good, I’m glad we cleared that up, though now I guess I have to accept the fact that my father was a liar because he always said it had nothing to do with me.” With that Tina left the table and headed for the backyard.

  “Tina, stop,” Rebecca called from the table.

  Tina ignored her and stepped out into the backyard.

  A few seconds later, her mother was at the back door and called out to her. “Tina, I’m sorry, that didn’t come out right.”

  Tina tried to ignore her but could only walk so far before she hit the fence of the neighbor’s yard.

  “Tina, at least come back and finish your dinner!”

  Tina didn’t respond, her mind wishing she had grabbed her purse on the way out so she could drive into town. Now she didn’t want to walk back into the house to get them, not with her mother trying to be all sentimental. No. Instead she would rather have her mother stop pretending like she cared and leave her alone, almost as if the two were roommates that hated each other rather than mother and daughter.

  Now how are you going to get the dress?

  Earlier that af
ternoon before Rebecca had come home from work Tina had gone into town and looked at some of the prom dresses that were on sale, several of which she liked. Her favorite had been a beautiful burgundy gown that had fit her nicely when she tried it on, her body “displayed like a delicate flower” according to the salesman. Unfortunately the price had been too high for her savings account which had dwindled considerably since her move to Ashland Creek that winter, the local businesses barely able to provide part-time work for adults, let alone teenagers. Had Tina been a year older this wouldn’t have been a problem because once she turned eighteen she could access the money left to her by her father, which had been an eye bulging sum — apparently her father had made some really smart investments during the stock market bottom in early 2009. Now though it seemed her only option was to ask Rebecca for some money, which she had been planning on doing at dinner.

  Guess again, her mind taunted. And then, Just face it, you’re not getting that dress.

  Her fingers gripped the fence rail while thinking this, her knuckles turning white.

  * * *

  Jimmy had never planned on letting Samantha sit on the ground all night, but after seeing the embarrassment on her face about the bathroom bucket, and then actually feeling bad for forcing her to eat his semen even though it was a huge turn-on, a soft spot had gotten the better of him and he couldn’t help himself.

  Ideally he would have used handcuffs or some form of locking shackles to attach her to the pipe, but he didn’t have either. Thankfully he was confident that his rope work was solid. He also was pretty sure that her exhaustion from standing up for an entire day coupled with the mental exhaustion of being in a state of constant fear would make it so she pretty much fell asleep right away. The blanket he had wrapped around her added strength to his theory, though he was sure it would fall off once she started moving around.

  Either way, he knew she would be grateful for being allowed to sit all night long, which made him feel good as he started up the stairs to the trap door, which he slowly eased open.

  Voices echoed.

  Startled, Jimmy lowered the trapdoor back down, his mind having been prepared for someone to be around at some point, but not expecting it.